The Dragon Emperor of Time Travel

Chapter 460 Found it

Yuan power surged, all kinds of martial arts spurted out, the area collapsed, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Especially the hundred-foot-long black fingers with gold patterns that appeared from time to time, with the power to destroy everything, they were invincible vertically and horizontally.

Every time it was pointed out, there was always one or several children of the senior dynasty who were injured or even died.

It's really scary, there are 140 six of them, these people actually know such a terrible "good luck martial arts", which sect can teach such talents.

"Impossible! Why do you all know this martial art? Are you disciples of a super sect?"

Hua Yun was pointed by Liu Zhengyang's Dahuang prisoner's sky, and the thick black giant finger directly broke his Yuanli defense, or it can also be said that the Dahuangyutian finger directly swallowed that layer of Yuanli shield.

puff!

Hua Yun fell to the ground, seeing that Wu Mo of the Great Wu Dynasty was also defeated by the Great Desolate Prisoner's Sky Finger, he was horrified, and his understanding of the Great Desolation Prisoner's Sky Finger deepened.

It is by no means as simple as good fortune martial arts, this kind of power, I am afraid it has reached the legendary spirit martial arts.

It's a pity that the two of them didn't know until their death that the good fortune martial arts and spiritual martial arts in their eyes were fundamentally wrong.

It is a kind of celestial martial art, which can communicate the power of heaven and earth, which is the real reason why they can all fight at higher levels.

The battle ended with the complete victory of the Wumen. Under the power of Tianwuxue, the people of the Xuanbing Dynasty and the Dawu Dynasty were all killed and injured. Even if they escaped by luck, it would be meaningless at this time when the hundred dynasties are fighting for hegemony.

As for the other dynasties, whether they were intermediate dynasties or the same high-level dynasties, they were all in a cold sweat from being frightened. Under the murderous eyes of Liu Zhengyang and others, they sneered twice and led them away in desperation.

"Big Brothers, thank you for your help, Lin Dong is very grateful!"

The matter was over, and Lin Dong finally heaved a sigh of relief as he saw those enemies running around.

Although he was able to fight across the ranks and kill the Nirvana Realm with the power of Tianwu Xue, but after all, he was single and weak, and if they were determined to kill him, he would not be able to bear it.

Fortunately, when I met Liu Zhengyang and others, there were more than a hundred good fortune realms, even the super dynasty had to weigh it.

What's more, more than a hundred of them are all masters of Tianwu, and the power is unimaginable.

"You are welcome, we are all from our own family. We are from Wumen. You should be Lin Dong, the disciple of the sect master!"

Liu Zhengyang waved his hand and said with a smile.

"My little brother is Lin Dong."

"Then you don't have to thank me. In fact, we had a great fight just now. It's been a long time since we had such a refreshing fight!"

Long Yi, the boss of the Three Divine Guards, is a standard battle madman, staying in Wumen for a while, really suffocating him.

"Hehe, I don't know how to call you big brothers?"

Seeing the frenzied expressions on each and every one of them, even some of the women among them looked aggressive and unrestrained, Lin Dong couldn't help but swallowed, and laughed.

"Hehe, boy Lin Dong, we are all the elders of Wumen to protect the Dharma, and we are your elders, hehe, come and listen to those who sound nice!"

A group of female disciples teased Lin Dong, especially Feng Wei, one of the three guards. They grew up in modern times, with avant-garde thinking and bolder clothes. They all have slender waists, protruding fronts and backs, and their appearance is also the best choice. , causing Lin Dong to blush.

"Okay, okay, look at you, what do you look like, girls, be reserved, don't scare Lin Dong!"

Looking at these women, all of them with their waists up, looking like a queen, surrounding Lin Dong with embarrassment, Liu Zhengyang straightened his face and said seriously.

In fact, Liu Zhengyang's age is not the oldest among these people, but who makes him the highest cultivation base, plus his sister Liu Qingyin, the two join forces, even if the 36 divine guards go together, they are not opponents.

Afterwards, they also fought against Tiangang Disha. With their large number of people, although Tiangang Disha could beat their brothers and sisters, it still had to pay a considerable price.

"Hmph, it's really boring..."

Seeing that Liu Zhengyang had spoken, these young ladies pouted and dispersed, which shows that Liu Zhengyang's words still carried some weight.

"Okay, Lin Dong boy, I'm Liu Zhengyang, acting head of Wumen. Let's find a place to stay first. Those ruins will take a while to open."

"Well, everything is up to Master Liu!"

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In Honghuang Pagoda, Chu Feng sat cross-legged on the eighth floor of the pagoda.

At this time, the Lord of the Great Desolation has fallen into a deep sleep again, and only Chu Feng is still there, operating the secret method, communicating the rules of the world with the Great Desolation Rune, looking for the Great Desolation Ancestor Talisman.

Time passed, and half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Chu Feng, who was communicating the prehistoric rules, suddenly trembled with his closed eyes.

With both eyes open, a purple-gold light flashed by, the corners of the mouth curled up slightly, revealing a slightly sinister smile.

"found it!"

The prehistoric rune in his hand shook, and countless prehistoric auras gathered, filling the entire space, and even condensed drops of purple-gold liquid, hot as the sun.

Suddenly, Chu Feng broke his drink and went to the clear sky to thunder, echoing in Honghuang Pagoda.

The brilliance is shining, and Zijin's prehistoric spirit has reached a very strong level.

A purple-gold mysterious rune appeared in Chu Feng's hands, which was more mysterious and more powerful than the original wild rune.

"Hehe, I finally found you!"

Looking at the purple-gold rune in his hand, Chu Feng smiled, held it tightly, and swallowed it in one gulp.

In an instant, violent prehistoric aura erupted, and a massive amount of prehistoric aura poured into his body and was absorbed by Chu Feng.

"Hehe, the effect is not bad!"

Although Chu Feng's physical body is already very strong, the prehistoric qi still has a great effect on the physical body. Of the eight great ancestral talismans in Xuantian Continent, only this prehistoric ancestral talisman can greatly enhance Chu Feng's strength.

"Haha~ Not bad not bad!"

Chu Feng laughed and stood up, glanced at the Primordial Lord who was still sleeping, and felt very good about him.

Probably because of being watched by Chu Feng, the Primordial Lord opened his eyes again and looked at Chu Feng.

"Looking at you, you should have found the Ancestral Talisman."

The roaring voice of the Primordial Lord echoed in the Primordial Pagoda, and there was a trace of complexity in his eyes, but it was unusually calm.

"Oh, are you a little bit reluctant? This is yours in the first place."

Chu Feng spat out the Ancestral Talisman of the Great Desolation, and said with a light smile.

"No, although I am called the Lord of the Great Desolation, the Ancestral Talisman of the Great Desolation does not belong to a single person. Such a sacred object is naturally obtained by those who are destined."

"The Lord of the Great Desolation is indeed wise. If that is the case, then I will give you a big gift, how about it?"

Chu Feng nodded, holding the ancestral talisman with one hand, and the seal with the other, the ancestral talisman emitted endless rays of light when activated by his true essence.

Invoking the laws of heaven and earth, boundless prehistoric air gushes out from the void, pouring mountains and seas into the main body of prehistoric.

hiss--

Being infused with such a large amount of prehistoric energy, Rao the prehistoric master couldn't take it for a while. There was a hint of pleasure in the pain, and he couldn't help humming.

How long has it been since he was so comfortable, bathed in the sea of ​​prehistoric air, the prehistoric lord seems to have returned to the past.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the prehistoric air continued to pour down from the void.

At this moment, in the Great Desolation Pagoda, apart from the humming sound from the Lord of the Great Desolation, there is only the aura of the Great Desolation gushing down like sea water.

Finally, three days later, the Primordial Lord stood up again after absorbing a large amount of Primordial Qi, all the remaining strange demonic Qi in his body was cleared, and his cultivation had returned to its peak state.

Roar--

The thousand-foot-tall Great Desolate Lord let out a violent roar, which spread like a real sound wave round and round, blowing Chu Feng's white clothes rattling.

Venting the frustration in his heart, the Primordial Lord lowered his head and looked at the tiny Chu Feng.

(End of this chapter)