The power of the detonation of the ten magic weapons, coupled with the transformation of the Absolute Spirit Array, almost instantaneously, all merged into Ye Fei's body.

At this time, Ye Fei's face was extremely red, the light in his eyes was gradually covered by madness, and the blood at the corners of his mouth overflowed at the same time, but the momentum that erupted from his whole body at this moment had surpassed the white-clothed saint son in front of him.

"The Innate Realm... Can you block a punch from the lower leaf. In the deep voice, there was a bit of unruliness, a murderous intent that hit the heart, sweeping towards the surroundings and making people smell and change color.

Before the words fell, the power of that punch came as promised, and the speed was so fast that it completely overwhelmed the white-robed holy son.

After some fighting, Ye Fei sensed that although this white-robed holy son was strong, compared to the innate realm, it seemed to be a little worse, perhaps because of the different cultivation methods.

"In the middle of foundation building, how can it be possible to withstand the strength of the stock!" The white-robed Saint Son's face changed drastically, and when he found the power of this punch, he couldn't dodge it.

In such a situation, there is only one possibility, at this moment, in terms of strength and speed, this foreigner has far surpassed him.

The fist approached, and it struck the white-clothed Saint Son steadily, and the man's body was like a missile, slamming down to the ground, erupting with a deafening muffled sound, and the earth trembled.

In mid-air, Ye Fei stood in the air, shook his right fist lightly, and then looked down at the bottom.

At this time, the entire Holy Clan, except for the muffled sound of the smashing sound, could hardly hear any sound, and all the people of the Holy Clan were stunned in place, never daring to believe their eyes.

"Your Son, he... Defeated? ”

"How is it possible, this must be the foreigner who made a trick, everyone will shoot with me to kill this person!"

"Yes... Shoot together and kill him..."

The Holy Clansmen, all of whom had red eyes at this time, raised their heads and stared at Ye Fei above, as if they were going to kill Ye Fei with all their might.

At the rear of the tribe, the two robed high priests also appeared on the battlefield at this time, their eyes locked on Ye Fei in front, and there was no doubt that there was murder in their eyes.

"I wanted to kill him before." The ground was dark, and his face was blank at the moment.

The shock in his heart at this moment is difficult to describe in words.

The young man in mid-air can be said to have refreshed his understanding of power again and again, even the Holy Son is not this person's opponent, who else can fight with this son?

At this moment, in the deep pit on the ground, the white-clothed Holy Son looked embarrassed, his face was pale, the breath on his body was chaotic, and the white robe on his chest had already been stained red with blood.

The power of Ye Fei's punch was so strong, if it weren't for the white-clothed saint son who was equivalent to the powerhouse of the innate realm, I am afraid that he would have died of anger at this moment.

"How are you, Son-sama?" The high priest in mid-air didn't care about making a move at this time, and hurriedly flashed to the side of the white-clothed holy son.

At this time, all the people of the Holy Clan also gathered around, almost without any hesitation, they all knelt on the ground, and bowed down to the people in front of them.

The white-clothed holy son ignored his clansmen, but slowly raised his head, his eyes focused on Ye Fei in mid-air.

"Foreigners, in the past hundred years, you are the first person to hurt this Holy Son, Ye Fei's name is written down by this Holy Son, and then you can die." The white-clothed Holy Son's face was gloomy, and there was a hint of hideousness on his handsome face.

Ye Fei, who was in mid-air, also swept his gaze over, and couldn't help frowning slightly, the power of Fang Cai's punch was already his limit, and he couldn't make a second punch in a short period of time.

It's just that this white-clothed holy son, under Ye Fei's spiritual sense, should have lost his combat effectiveness, right, what other killer does this person have?

Just as Ye Fei was thinking, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he turned to look at the position where the white-clothed Holy Son was standing below, and suddenly secretly said bad in his heart.

"Wake up, my Holy Ancestor, your people are willing to sacrifice the power of your clan in exchange for your rebirth." The white-clothed Son looked crazy as he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The blood mist gathered in front of this man's eyes, and under his control, slowly drifted to the right.

On the right side of this white-clothed holy son, it was the mysterious altar, after the blood mist merged, it quickly expanded in the sky above the altar, and soon wrapped the entire altar, but the concentration of blood also became significantly lighter.

The white-clothed Holy Son sneered, and at the center of his eyebrows, a mysterious totem appeared, followed by a wordless aura, centered on his body, sweeping towards the surroundings.

"Blood Sacrifice!"

"My clansmen, are you willing to give your life for the old Holy Emperor?" The voice of the white-clothed holy son, as if it had magical power, constantly echoed in the ears of every clansman.

"I'm willing!"

"Willing to ......"

After hearing this voice, the Holy Clansman's eyes instantly lost color, and the only color of piety remained in them.

Led by the two high priests, these people of the Holy Clan began to slowly approach the altar like corpses, and finally turned into a cloud of blood mist.

"What kind of spell is this?"

In mid-air, Ye Fei's scalp was numb for a while, he knew that this holy son was very cold-blooded, but the people who sacrificed themselves were so casual, which showed the cruelty in this person's heart.

With the blood sacrifices of the clansmen one by one, in the blood mist of the altar, an extremely terrifying aura is slowly waking up.

At this time, it was as if the heavens and the earth had changed color, and the earth trembled for it, which was several times stronger than when Ye Fei had cast the Absolute Spirit Array before, the air was filled with a violent aura, and a bright red figure gradually formed in the blood mist of the altar.

The white-clothed Holy Son let out a wild laugh, controlling the clan even more unscrupulously, and walked towards the altar, the aura on his body spreading towards the periphery of the tribe at the same time.

At this time, the entire Southern Xinjiang Mountain Range, those ordinary people of the Wu tribe, the devouring power in the bloodline at this moment, all exploded at this moment.

The goal of the white-clothed Holy Son is obviously not only his own clan, but also the emperor of the Holy Clan, only the power of the bloodline of the entire Southern Xinjiang Clan, which is also the meaning of his existence.

Now that the Holy Clan is invincible to outsiders, the Saint Son in white no longer has scruples, he can be said to have lived for this moment all his life, resurrecting the Holy Clan's ancestor, and the bloodline of Southern Xinjiang can last forever in the world.

After Ye Fei felt this breath, he couldn't help but be moved, this surging momentum, once this person woke up, it was definitely not something he could match.

"This person must not be allowed to wake up." Ye Fei's eyes froze, the true yuan in his body worked again, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Now the injury in Ye Fei's body is afraid that it is the most serious in history, but now is by no means the time to recover.

The Absolute Spirit Array was lit up by the power of the True Yuan, and in the sky above the Wu Clan, the formation immediately turned away, and the magic weapons in the array suddenly appeared, and began to gather towards Ye Fei.

"Break it for Ye!" Ye Fei let out a low cry and raised his finger to look at the altar below.

Before the words fell, the five magic weapons in the spirit array drew five long rainbows in the air, pointing directly at the altar below.

As he approached the altar, Ye Fei's eyes flashed, and he quickly pinched the trick in his palm, striking a complex rune, and detonating five magic weapons at the same time.

"Boom... Bang! A violent explosion sounded, and the force of the anti-shock formed lines visible to the naked eye, sweeping in all directions.

After the power gradually subsided, the expression on Ye Fei's face became more and more solemn, and he saw that the Blood Mist Altar below was almost unaffected, and the power of the five magic weapons to detonate was actually unable to break through its defenses.

"Haha... Ha, it's useless, once the blood sacrifice is launched, even if it is an innate realm, it will not disturb the awakening of the emperor of our clan. ”

"Ye Fei, you should feel lucky, this is a historic moment, and our bloodline will once again occupy the entire Huaxia." The white-clothed saint laughed, tears flashed faintly in his eyes, and the excitement in his heart could be seen.

At the same time, the entire Holy Clan already had ordinary clansmen, all of whom stepped on the Blood Sacrifice Altar, and the rest of the people had no intention of stopping.

On the altar below, the silhouette of the human figure in the blood mist became clearer and clearer, and the earth-shattering aura was also growing over time.

"Devouring the power of a clan in exchange for his own awakening, what kind of monster is this." Above mid-air, Ye Fei stopped his attack and his gaze fell on the blood-colored altar.

It is obvious that this person who is about to awaken should be a strong man of the Holy Clan a long time ago.

Ye Fei couldn't guess how strong this person was, but if he wanted to wake up completely, judging from the current situation, whether it was a person from the Holy Clan or the Wu Clan, I am afraid that no one would live.

After a moment of silence, Ye Fei's spiritual sense immediately poked out and stretched towards the altar below, his eyes flashing, staring intently at the outline of the human face that was about to take shape in the blood mist.

"Sacrificing the bloodline of the entire southern Xinjiang tribe and returning you to wake up alone, is this what you want to see..."Ye Fei's eyes flashed slightly, staring at the altar below, while carefully integrating his spiritual sense into it.

After half a ring, Ye Fei's whole body suddenly trembled, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, the expression of the outline of the human face on the blood altar obviously changed, and there was a faint sense of sadness.

In the center of the Holy Clan, on the blood altar, there was a sudden violent tremor, and the blood mist in the air also immediately became unusually rolling.

Vaguely out of nowhere, a deep sigh came, and the altar suddenly stopped turning away, and although the blood mist on the platform had not dissipated, it had stopped devouring the people of the Holy Clan.

"What's going on?"

"All the clansmen of the Holy Clan obeyed the order, gave all the Holy Sons to enter the altar, and sacrificed their heads to the ancestors of our clan!" The madness in the eyes of the white-clothed holy son had already been enriched to the extreme, and he couldn't help but shout at this time.

With the previous blood sacrifice, only one-third of the people of the Holy Clan are left, and on the altar in front of them, if they want to completely awaken the Ancestor of the Holy Clan, the people here are obviously far from enough.