Li Yi, Shang Yang, Han Feizi, Li Si, Feng Shu, and the other Half-saints of Legalism each held their own Half-saint scriptures and hovered in the sky, looking down at Langyi.
Every Half-saint of Legalism's eyes contained a clear sky.
Looking at Holy Ancestor Langyi, there was no fear in their eyes.
"This shouldn't be … No, I can't let them continue." Langyi originally wanted to accumulate power to deal a fatal blow to Fang Yun, but he suddenly realized that Legalism's power was too strange. If he was careless, he might suffer. After all, the one using Legalism's power was not Half-saint, but Fang Yun, the ancestor of Lin.
But in the next moment, Langyi's thoughts were interrupted by a heart-wrenching pain.
He hurriedly turned his head to look at where the pain came from.
What he saw made his scalp go numb.
The tens of thousands of Sinned Turtle Prison Wagons were surrounded by dense shadows with the help of the Legalists. With the chains of the Sinned Turtle Prison Wagons, they tore off his tail, his hip, one of his legs, and part of his back!
Then, tens of thousands of sinned turtle prison carriages dragged the mountain-sized body of the Holy Ancestor into the void, disappearing.
Myriad Worlds Exile!
Fang Yun and the other Saints of Legalism worked together to exile one-fifth of the Holy Ancestor's body!
At this moment, Langyi ignored the pain and called out to his body.
He found that he could not regenerate his flesh. His flesh did not leave his body, but was isolated by a strange power.
He tried his best to call out to his body, but it was to no avail.
There was no response.
Langyi was still a bit confused. Had he become stupid after being sealed for ten thousand years, or had the Myriad Worlds changed too much? How could a Great Saint and Half-saint work together to injure the Holy Ancestor so badly? Even if it was temporary, it shouldn't be like this!
Logically speaking, what could a small Half-saint do? But how could they seal one-fifth of his Holy Ancestor by combining various powers?
Losing one-fifth of his body did not mean much. In any case, he could not leave the ground, and those bodies could not attack.
However, the lost body not only had stored power, it could also resist the power of the Ancient World's core!
Lang Yi's head was originally slightly raised, but after one-fifth of his body was exiled, his power to resist the core of the Ancient World suddenly decreased, and his head was heavily pressed to the ground by the black chains.
Rumble …
The earth cracked and dust flew everywhere.
One of Lang Yi's eyes sunk into the ground, and he could only use his other eye to angrily look at Fang Yun.
"What power is this?"
"This is just the beginning."
Fang Yun finally said something, but he spoke while releasing the power of Farmer without wasting any time.
Now, the Lycan's body was extremely weak.
Lang Yi's back was in tatters, as if a group of hyenas had taken turns to dig out his anus.
It was also at this time that the Farmer's Wenbao Cloud Building appeared.
The Saintly Dao treasure, Shennong's Treasure Hoe, dug into Lang Yi's large wound.
"Aooo …"
If it wasn't for the suppression of the Ancient World's core, Lang Yi could jump as high as 30,000 miles.
The Wolfhound now resembled an old yellow dog whose tail had been stepped on.
After Shennong Treasured Hoe dug, Lang Yi's wounds were smoothed out. They were like neat and orderly grooves.
Lang Yi exclaimed softly, because not only was it not painful now, but it was also somewhat comfortable.
Then, the cloud building shook, and seeds filled the sky like a torrential downpour, or like a sandstorm, scattered around Lang Yi's wounds.
In an instant, all the seeds took root and sprouted, quickly blossoming and bearing fruit.
A portion of the seeds fell on Lang Yi's wounds and continued to grow, while the other portion was taken back by the cloud building.
Lang Yi couldn't feel how strong those seeds were, and he only used a bit of his power to obstruct them. Then, he gathered all his power in his mouth and roared at Fang Yun with all his might.
Saintly Ancestor battle technique, Celestial Wolf Realm Collapse!
A translucent wolf head appeared in the sky and bit down. Then, the wolf head exploded, and the space around Fang Yun collapsed. The terrifying Saintly Ancestor power mobilized the Void Saintly Dao, forming a powerful void collapse that could even kill a heavily injured Saintly Ancestor.
Fang Yun didn't move, and instead, he observed the changes in the surrounding space with interest, nodding continuously.
"Not bad, not bad, so the Void Ancestral Skill can be used like this. It's not that the Void Race's talent is lacking, but in some aspects, they are even superior to the Void Race. I've learned this move. Unfortunately, other than that, this Ancestral Skill is a bit crude. "
Fang Yun suddenly drew a circle with his left hand, and the void collapse in the sky suddenly shrank and condensed into a small black ball in his hand. The small black ball was filled with cracks, and it was filled with destructive power.
"How can your Void Saintly Dao be so strong!" Lang Yi was dumbfounded. Even his most respected Luan Mang and Dragon Emperor Ao Mie, who was said to be comparable to the Void Dragon, couldn't compare to Fang Yun in the Void Saintly Dao.
Fang Yun casually patted, and as if he was patting a rubber ball, the void black ball disappeared.
Lang Yi's fur stood on end, and he hurriedly closed his mouth.
But it was too late.
The void black ball appeared in Lang Yi's throat.
"Wu, you …"
The Heavenly Wolf Realm Collapse could cause space to collapse and kill a Divine Ancestor, and now that it was controlled by Fang Yun's Void Saintly Dao, its power increased tenfold!
There were no loud booms, no gorgeous colors, and no terrifying anomalies.
The black ball expanded and swallowed Lang Yi's entire head.
Lang Yi's head and neck were instantly annihilated into countless tiny particles by the void ball.
The void ball disappeared, but Lang Yi's aura was still powerful.
"The Divine Ancestor is indeed strong."
Fang Yun sighed softly.
Then, a translucent head emerged from the wound on Lang Yi's shoulder, and a large amount of ancestral power intertwined and formed a new Sacred Body.
Such a powerful attack couldn't kill Lang Yi.
The reason was that Fang Yun's own strength was too low. Even if he knew the Void Saintly Dao like the back of his hand, he couldn't use some of its power, and naturally couldn't stop the Divine Ancestor's recovery ability. If Fang Yun became a Divine Ancestor, he would only need to use a series of simple void cuts, void seals and void annihilation to wear out Lang Yi's power.
No matter how talented a child was, he wouldn't be able to pick up a giant axe that weighed dozens of kilograms.
"Some power can't be wasted."
Fang Yun thought. The Pool of Life appeared on the Emperor God Tree, and then the giant formed by the Sacred Mind sat on the Pool of Life.
As soon as Fang Yun entered the Pool of Life, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.
After all, he had swallowed more than half of the Spring of Life.
"Guide all living beings, enlighten the world."
Sacred Intent Fang Yun's Sacred Intent Scriptures appeared in front of him, and he began to recite them aloud.
The rich power of living beings surrounded Sacred Mind Fang Yun, and billions of beings of different races danced and flew up like fairies.
Before the Lang Yi's wolf head could fully materialize, his body trembled and white dots appeared on the surface of his body. These white dots condensed into clouds that continuously flowed into the Pool of Life and joined in the singing of the sacred intent.
"You used a forbidden evil art! You're going against all the Saints in the world! "
At this moment, Lang Yi's heart was filled with true fear.
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