Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 1208 Miracle of Nine Dragons! (1)
The slow words carried an ancient atmosphere, hovering over the entire altar, and the voice left by Zhu Huang lingered for a long time, as if it came from the ancient sky, like the sound of the awakening god bell, which made people's ears clear.

Ling Wushuang couldn't help leaning forward, but he suddenly saw that the light of Zhu Huang's huge phantom suddenly shrank, and actually condensed into a piece of jet-black and red-red spar in mid-air, as if he had lost his touch and fell on the ground. On the ground of the altar, the more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes.

"It's a fragment of the Great Desolation Clock!" Ling Wushuang stared slightly.

Yun Muchen and Daohe were also slightly taken aback, and wandered away from the oppressive melancholy one after another, their eyes followed Ling Wushuang's gaze, and after seeing the things on the ground where the phantom of Emperor Zhu's consciousness dissipated, It is also a surprise, "The Fragment of the Great Wilderness Clock."

Daohe stared at the object and recognized it at a glance.

When he was in Xiling Desert Pill City, he didn't know what the Great Desolation Clock looked like. At the auction in Shenji Building, he exchanged a fragment of the Great Desolation Clock with Ling Wushuang for the Meteor Cannon. How could he now? Will not know?

"Yan Jun's previous induction is indeed correct, and the other fragments of the Great Desolation Clock are indeed here." Yun Muchen's eyes darkened slightly, and there really were fragments of the Great Desolation Clock in the relics of the protoss, but he didn't expect it to be on the central altar. middle.

"Shenwang Zhuhuang must have left a trace of consciousness when he shattered the Great Desolation Clock, and he must have borrowed the power of the fragments of the Great Desolation Clock to survive in this world for tens of thousands of years." Daohe understood instantly Coming over, he tapped his left palm with his right hand, "So that's how it is."

You must know that consciousness is much weaker than the soul, and the soul cannot exist without the body of the mysterious master, let alone the consciousness. The powerful strength of the King Zhuhuang is certainly important, but the key is the attachment of the Great Desolation Bell.

Ling Wushuang understood, and hurried forward to get the fragment of the Great Desolation Clock, but the fragment of the Great Desolation Clock suddenly released an extremely powerful light, which shocked Ling Wushuang back reflexively, and turned his head away. , waved his sleeves to block his eyes.

"what--"

The wind scattered in all directions, and the suddenly radiated energy light waves swept Ling Wushuang tens of feet away. Yun Muchen and Daohe were no exceptions. They were both top experts on the mainland today, but at this time they were captured by that powerful force. The power flew away like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

"boom!"

A black beam of light the size of a bowl burst out, rushing into the star-mottled sky above with the momentum of thunder, causing the entire space above the altar to suddenly flash with a layer of light.

"The God King Zhuhuang completely destroyed his last touch of consciousness." Daohe endured the compelling light and looked at the twisting nebula in the sky, then he understood that Emperor Zhu was using himself as a sacrifice to forcibly activate this ancient god race. The altar array.

"Boom!"

Heavy thunder exploded, and the roar of dragons and tigers seemed to stir above, and the sound of surging tides came in vain.

The large beam of light at the mouth of the bowl formed by the Great Desolation Bell suddenly magnified thousands of times, as if the water of the Milky Way poured down, covering the center of the entire altar, and Lou Junyan's figure completely disappeared from the sight of several people.

"Ah."

A muffled snort that was familiar to the bones came, which could almost be ignored in the huge roar around, but it was caught by Ling Wushuang's ears sharply.

"Yan Jun." Ling Wushuang's heart trembled, as if he heard the sound of bones cracking. She couldn't tell whether it was reality or an illusion. Standing outside the beam of light, she could feel the aura of attacking people, like this Strength, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is under the impact of a billion-ton boulder.

Old man Yun's beard also trembled, and he said with trembling lips, "It's okay, it's just a talent awakening." At the end, even he himself seemed to feel a little lack of confidence, swallowed, and murmured, "Sure, nothing major will happen."

Yun Muchen's expression was also a bit distorted, dumbfounding, it was indeed just a talent awakening, how could it be so exaggerated, did the King Zhuhuang make a mistake, and launched a killing array?
"This noise is indeed a little louder." Daohe was also uneasy in his heart. Only then did he understand what Zhu Huang said, and it depends on the deep meaning of good fortune. Lou Junyan's talent awakening is simply better than Xuan Beast Crossing Tribulation is even more terrifying.

Whether the consciousness is completely destroyed, or reborn, is completely in an instant.

Yun Muchen exhaled deeply, "Let's wait and see what happens."

This is the end of the matter, and they have no way out.

Ling Wushuang, on the other hand, stood expressionlessly on the periphery of the activated central formation, her white skirt fluttering freely with the gusts of wind, she looked calm and calm on the surface, but her heart seemed to be burning like a raging fire.

For Ling Wushuang, who had experienced a life-and-death struggle in the sky, no one knew her about the pain of physical reconstruction. Can you not worry?
Moreover, judging from this situation, the momentum far outweighs the power gathered by all spirits in the sky!

"Boom!"

Silver and white mixed with the bright light of meteorites descended from the sky, forming a beam of hundreds of feet of light, as if the water of the Milky Way was continuously pouring down, making a loud rumbling sound, and the sound of the rolling tide filled this ancient space.

The surrounding boulders, like a Pangu giant, stood motionless, guarding the central altar, did they glow with a white luster, reflecting the beam of light from afar?

Time passed by minute by minute.

Standing upright, sitting cross-legged, with the icy scepter behind her back... Ling Wushuang has changed countless positions, wrapping her arms around her chest, touching her chin, and fiddled with her skirts boredly. Knowing Lou Junyan's situation, she seemed a little restless.

Yun Muchen and Daohe stood on the other side, seeing Ling Wushuang's state, he said casually, "Girl, don't worry, there is no such noise, which means there is no major problem."

It's better than howling ghosts and howling wolves, right?Yun Muchen naturally knew the degree of pain of such a rebirth, and at this time, he had to admire Lou Junyan in his heart, he could endure this, what a terrifying will.

Ling Wushuang glanced at Yun Muchen indifferently, and after a slight groan, he still sat cross-legged on the spot quietly, resting his elbows on his knees, and murmured softly, "However, it's too soon. It's been three days, and it's a little too quiet."

Although he has confidence in Lou Junyan, Ling Wushuang's worries also exist, but as time goes by, he gradually calms down.

"The awakening of talent is a process that can be said to be long or short, ranging from three or two days to as long as half a month, or even a month." Daohe walked slowly towards Ling Wushuang, and gave her a smile. explain.

However, he did not mention the most terrifying possibility, that is, never to return!
(End of this chapter)