<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5117</h2>


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


    It was obvious that these two warriors were here to suppress the two blood corpses!


    Before the voice fell, the two warriors had swung their battle axes at the same time.The


    axe of the warrior on the left was fierce. Wherever the axe wind passed, the space was rippled like water waves. A dark axe light chopped the Pavilion Master’s head.


    The axe of the warrior on the right was feminine. The runes on the axe de lit up and turned into a huge ck covering the sky and the earth, trying to trap the Pavilion Master’s body.


    Twopletely different forces intertwined to form a miniature energy storm, and even the blood-colored mist around was forcibly emptied.


    The Pavilion Master of Tianyuan Pavilion snorted coldly and no longer despised it.


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


    The speed of the arm was extremely fast, leaving dozens of afterimages in the air. First, a palm pped the axe de of the warrior on the left. With a


    “bang”


    , the axe de shattered inch by inch. The warrior on the left was shocked and retreated repeatedly. The ck air on his body instantly dimmed by three points.


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


    “A mere fighting spirit dares to be presumptuous in front of me?”


    There was a hint of teasing in the voice of the Pavilion Master of Tianyuan Pavilion. The blood corpse’s arm clenched into a fist, and two dark energy beams shot out from the fist, urately hitting the eyebrows of the two warriors.


    “Puff…”


    The bodies of the two warriors were like balloons that had been punctured, and ck air rushed out.


    They tried to gather their bodies, but the runes on the axe des were annihted bit by bit by the erosion of the blood corpse’s energy.


    The warrior on the left took ast look in the direction of Sang Tianyang, and the will-o’-the-wisp in his eyespletely extinguished, turning into a ck gas and dissipating.


    The warrior on the right let out an unwilling roar, and his body disintegrated, leaving only the two ck long axes falling to the ground. The runes on the axe des hadpletely disappeared, turning into two ordinary ck iron axes.


    “No… Even they…”


    Sang Tianyang watched the two warriors disappear, and thest glimmer of hope in his heart was shattered.


    He knew that these two warriors were the upper fighting spirits that David had subdued in the ancient ruins. Now even they were easily killed, and the Shura Pce had really reached 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 shing with greed, “Hand over the Shura Blood Crystal, and I can let you die quickly.”


    Sang Tianyangughed bitterly, and the blood foam he coughed out condensed into a strange blood flower on his chest.


    He suddenly raised his head, and his eyes burst into an unprecedented light: “Shura Pce… still has onest trump card!”


    He bit his tongue hard and spurted out a mouthful of blood containing the essence of the origin. The blood turned into a blood-colored talisman in the air and printed it on the ruins of the ancestral temple that had long copsed in the depths of Shura Pce.


    “The ancestors of Shura are above, and Sang Tianyang, the unworthy descendant, begs the ancestor… toe to the world!”


    The moment the voice fell, a roar that shook the world came from the ruins of the ancestral temple, and an ancient and majestic breath rushed into the sky, tearing apart the blood-colored fog that enveloped Shura Pce.


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


    The bones were covered with tattered golden dragon robes, and two golden mes as big as millstones were burning in the eye sockets of the head. It was the residual soul of the ancestor of Shura Pce that had been passed down for thousands of years!


    The ancestor’s voice was like the cry of thousands of ghosts, echoing between heaven and earth: “Who… dares to offend my Shura Pce?”


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