Chapter 809: Against the Ancestor Demon Peng

If you talk about others, even if they have the cultivation base of a peak celestial being, they are far from threatening the overlord sect, and even facing the Bianling Dynasty is a bit difficult.

But Ba Xia was different.

He alone is enough to serve as the basis for the central dynasty to dominate the world, and sometimes his lethality is even greater than that of a true immortal.

Although he only has the cultivation base of a peak celestial being, as an "ascended person", he is capable of fighting even against real celestial beings.

For example, the chains wrapped around him are also treasures that have been passed down from the fairy world and once imprisoned the fairy king. It shows how much the Central Dynasty attaches importance to him.

It's just that such a man with extraordinary means was captured by the Central Dynasty for some reason, and it seems that he has become loyal to the Central Dynasty.

"Back then, Ba Xia was able to fight a true immortal. His magical powers were mediocre, but he was a master of body training. He could tear apart the passages of the immortal world with his flesh. Even if I think about it, I am a little frightened. Using him to deal with an immortal More than enough."

The central emperor spoke softly. Speaking of it, the existence of Ba Xia may be the most disgraceful period of history of the Central Dynasty. When Ba Xia made a big disturbance in the imperial city back then, although he didn't force out the full background of the Central Dynasty.

But later.

It was the Central Dynasty who bowed their heads first, calming down Ba Xia's anger for a while, and at the same time making the latter relax his vigilance. Under the latter's ignorance, the Central Emperor activated the extremely powerful treasure, ready to bombard and kill the opponent in one fell swoop.

However at the last moment.

Ba Xia aroused the power of the flying fairy, and at that moment he possessed the cultivation base of a real fairy, blocking the catastrophe of destruction. But on the other hand, he who activated the power of ascension also fell into the temptation of the fairy world, unable to liquidate the enemies of the Central Dynasty.

During the ascension process, it is also the most dangerous time to be unable to shoot at other people. Generally speaking, monk Po Xia Feisheng needed to find a safe place, otherwise he would be disturbed once.

Falling short of success is a trivial matter, and being severely injured is the most terrifying thing. It is very likely that you will never be able to step into the fairyland again for the rest of your life. Ascension Calamity is also a catastrophe, it is the last test for this world before the monks leave.

There is no need to say more about the rest. The powerhouses of the Central Dynasty shamelessly attacked Ba Xia, and they didn't know what tricks they used to turn the latter into this kind of monster who was neither human nor ghost.

"Even Ba Xia was subdued by me, let alone you? Could it be that your threat is greater than Ba ​​Xia who broke through to the true fairy queen." The Central Emperor snorted coldly.

Even though he said so, the importance he attached to Lin Lang in his heart was no less than that of Ba Xia, and he even faintly listed the former as more dangerous than Ba ​​Xia.

After all, I'm afraid that Ba Xia back then might not be able to transform into a thousand-meter giant and cut through the barrier of the imperial city with his sword.

"Sacrifice to the holy beast!"

The Central Emperor waved for the second time.

The red scarf wrestlers each grabbed a corner of the black cloth covering the wooden frame and lifted it lightly. What is loaded in the wooden frame is nothing else, but a stone statue tens of meters high.

But those red scarf wrestlers didn't stop there, they stretched their hands towards the daggers at their waists, took out the daggers and slashed their wrists with great force, as if they wanted to cut off their entire right hands.

Only a thin layer of flesh and blood remains.

Blood spurted from their wrists, but strangely, the blood did not fall on the ground, but instead condensed into blood droplets, circling and flying towards the stone statue.

In an instant, there was a layer of blood-colored fog, followed by a roar that shook the world, as if it came from ancient times, frightening the soul.

That statue.

Slowly recovering at this moment.