Chapter 5117

The voices of a man and a woman came out of the mouth of the master of Tianyuan Pavilion at the same time!

It is obvious that these two warriors are here to suppress the two bloody corpses!

Before he finished speaking, the two warriors swung their axes at the same time.

The warrior on the left swung his axe with great force. Wherever the axe wind passed, ripples appeared in the space like water waves. A jet of black axe light chopped directly on the head of the Pavilion Master.

The warrior on the right wielded his axe in a feminine manner, and the runes on the axe blade lit up, transforming into a giant black net that covered the sky and the earth, trying to trap the Pavilion Master’s body.

Two completely different forces intertwined together, forming a miniature energy storm, which even forcibly evacuated the surrounding blood-colored mist.

The head of Tianyuan Pavilion snorted coldly and no longer looked down on him.

He put his palms together, and suddenly a blood-red vortex appeared on his chest. An arm covered with green scales stretched out from the vortex. It was the arm of the blood corpse!

The arm was extremely fast, leaving dozens of afterimages in the air, and first a palm slapped the axe of the warrior on the left.

“Bang”

With a loud bang, the axe blade shattered into pieces, and the warrior on the left was shocked and retreated repeatedly. The black energy on his body instantly dimmed by three points.

Then, the arm opened its five fingers and actually grabbed the giant black net of the warrior on the right. The sound of nails scratching across runes was like metal friction. The giant net collapsed instantly. The warrior on the right let out a silent roar and his body shook violently.

“How dare a mere fighting spirit act so presumptuously in front of me?”

There was a hint of teasing in the voice of the Pavilion Master of Tianyuan Pavilion. The blood corpse clenched his fists suddenly, and two black energy beams shot out from the fists, accurately hitting the eyebrows of the two warriors.

“puff……”

The bodies of the two warriors were like punctured balloons, with black air gushing out.

They tried to gather their bodies, but the runes on the axe blade were eroded bit by bit by the energy of the blood corpse.

The warrior on the left took a last look in the direction of Sang Tianyang, and the ghost fire in his eyes completely went out, turning into a black gas and dissipating.

The warrior on the right let out an unwilling roar, and his body disintegrated, leaving only the two dark black axes falling to the ground. The runes on the axe blades had completely disappeared, turning them into two ordinary black iron axes.

“No… even they…”

Sang Tianyang watched the two warriors being annihilated, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was shattered.

He knew that these two warriors were the top fighting spirits that Kai had subdued in the ancient ruins. Now even they were killed easily, and the Shura Palace was really at the end of its rope.

“Do you still want to resist, Sang Tianyang?”

The head of Tianyuan Pavilion slowly fell down, and the blood corpse’s arms retracted into his body. He looked down at Sang Tianyang, his eyes flashing with greed, “Hand over the Shura Blood Crystal, and I can let you die quickly.”

Sang Tianyang laughed miserably, and the blood foam he coughed out condensed into a strange blood flower on his chest.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with an unprecedented light: “Shura Palace… still has one last trump card!”

He bit his tongue hard and spat out a mouthful of blood containing the essence of his origin. The blood turned into a blood-colored seal in the air and was imprinted on the ruins of the ancestral temple that had long collapsed deep in the Shura Palace.

“Ancestors of Shura, I, your unworthy descendant Sang Tianyang, beg you to…come to this world!”

The moment the words fell, a roar that shook the heavens and the earth came from the ruins of the ancestral temple. An ancient and majestic aura rose into the sky, tearing apart the blood-red fog that shrouded the Shura Palace.

The earth shook violently, and a huge figure made of countless bones slowly stood up from the ruins.

The skeleton was covered with a tattered golden dragon robe, and in the eye sockets of the head were burning two balls of golden flame as big as millstones. They were the residual souls of the ancestors who had been passed down in Shura Palace for thousands of years!

The old ancestor’s voice was like the cry of thousands of ghosts, echoing between heaven and earth: “Who… dares to invade our Shura Palace?”

For the first time, a solemn look appeared in the eyes of the Tianyuan Pavilion Master. He could feel the terrifying energy contained in this white-bone giant, an ancient power that almost surpassed the realm of scattered immortals.