My son Wang Teng has the appearance of a great emperor

Chapter 134 Dao Ji's Injury
Looking at the face of the human skin, Wang Teng was taken aback, he felt his body trembling.

This face turned out to be me!
Why?

How could this happen?
What kind of monster is this, it looks exactly the same as him, there is no difference?

With a gloomy expression, Wang Teng held the human skin in his hand and observed it carefully.

If there was a person with the same appearance as me, I am afraid that everyone would look for the answer, not to mention that this is the human skin shed by a monster.

Touching the human skin in his hand, Wang Teng's expression became more and more gloomy.

This is real human skin, there is no difference at all.

Moreover, it had just shed recently, and there was still a little bit of blood at the tear, but the color of the blood was a bit weird. If you observe carefully, there is a silver light emitting from the blood red, and a special breath spreads on it.

It's not a human race, but why does it look the same as Wang Teng with human skin?
Wang Teng put the human skin into the space weapon, he didn't dare to put this evil thing into the sea of ​​suffering.

Could it be that this creature has already left Zishan.

If you walk around with Wang Teng's appearance, it should be easy to find.

Wang Teng bit the corner of his mouth, stared at the sarcophagus, and then directly put the entire sarcophagus into the space for emergency use.

And at this time, a row of steps appeared on the ground at the bottom of the coffin, leading to the ground.

Looking at the deep and quiet entrance of the cave, Wang Teng walked in.

A rotten and moldy smell rushed straight into the nostrils.

The steps were slippery and damp, as were the surrounding walls.

After walking for 5 minutes, I finally finished the stairs and came to the flat ground, and a platform appeared in front of me.

On the Dao platform, there is a hollow nearly one meter deep, which is filled with a silver-white liquid, exuding wisps of divine aura.

Could this be the divine source liquid?
The divine source liquid is not born in nature, only the ancient emperor can refine it, and it can be used to seal the soul, making it immortal for hundreds of thousands of years.

Wang Teng looked more and more like it, and immediately put away the entire altar.

Then walked inside, there was an open space in between, and a stone palace appeared in the middle.

The stone hall exudes a terrifying aura. After careful observation, ancient patterns appear one by one on the body of the hall. Although Wang Teng doesn't recognize it, it exudes endless terror, letting him know that this place is unusual.

The appearance of the stone hall is the end of the underground, with only one door and no other entrance.

"I hope there is a source of God here."

Wang Teng pushed open the stone door directly.

Immediately, a powerful aura filled Wang Teng's face, an ancient and majestic aura rushed out of the door.

In the hall, a piece of ancient vines climbed all over the walls, and the ancient vines were shining with spots, giving birth to a trace of aura.

And in the middle of the ancient temple, there is a human-high god source, exuding an extremely fiery divine light, flowing through the whole body, majestic vitality and spiritual energy radiating out, flowing with inexplicable energy.

But at this moment, two powerful gazes shot out from Shenyuan.

"Crack!"

Shenyuan is cracked!

A rush of murderous intent filled the air.

Wang Teng turned pale with shock, an ancient creature.

I saw a skinny ancient creature with dry flesh, with wings on its back, green skin, and bloody spots all over its body.

Immediately broke out from the source of God.

He is two meters tall, sitting cross-legged on Shenyuan, with terrifying eyes, thinning hair fluttering, and sunken eye sockets.

"Human race!" The voice was terrifying, as if crawling out of hell.

An ancient creature with a semi-holy cultivation base.

Without saying a word, Wang Teng retreated immediately. With a half-holy cultivation base, even though his qi and blood were dry, he could crush himself to death with a single finger.

However, the ancient creature was faster than him. It stretched out its giant hand, swayed the dao pattern, enveloped the ancient temple, and grabbed Wang Teng.

With this grasp, the space was torn into several pieces, and the endless holy power seemed to tear Wang Teng into pieces.

"Ah!" With a loud shout, Wang Teng sacrificed the Wushi Bell directly, ignoring the damage to the foundation, and saving his life is the most important thing now.

"when!"

A bell rang, and the giant claw was resisted, but the shock that passed through made Wang Teng's blood boil, his internal organs trembled, and his face paled.

"Extreme weapon?" The ancient creature's expression was shocked, but then turned gloomy again.

"See how many times you can resist it, I'm afraid it won't take long before you will be sucked dry!"

As soon as the words fell, the ancient creatures attacked Wang Teng again.

Wang Teng's face was solemn, and he couldn't enter the chaotic ancient space. The purple mountain contained charm, the space was disturbed, the order was controlled, the domain gate could not be opened, and it was impossible to cross the void.

"Fight it!" Wang Teng gritted his teeth, his veins bulging.

I saw him frantically circulating his energy, and the majestic and turbulent spiritual energy gathered in the Wushi Bell. He had to play the Wushi Bell, otherwise he would die.

"Ah..." Wang Teng's face was grim, and he saw the original hair-like cracks in the god's body, which continued to extend and then expanded, and a deep black appeared.

At this moment, cracks spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even lines appeared on his face.

"Resuscitate me!" With a loud shout, Wang Teng felt that he was about to be torn apart by Wu Shizhong's repelling force.

"It's over, I'm going to die like this!" A thought flashed through Wang Teng's heart, Wu Shizhong showed no sign of recovery, and his physical body was about to be broken.

"Shh!"

Suddenly, in the depths of Purple Mountain, a ray of white light entered the Wushi Bell.

Afterwards, the clock without beginning continued to grow bigger and circled continuously.

"Dang" a crisp bell sounded, emanating from the gods inside the bell, and immediately after that, an incomparably violent emperor power shot out instantly.

The half-holy ancient creature, before it could react, was instantly drowned out by the sound of the bell, shattered into pieces, and turned into dust.

"hu~hu~hu~"

At this time, Wang Teng seemed to be covered in black tattoos, which looked extremely scary, even his face was covered with lines, he was panting heavily, and his complexion was extremely painful.

The sea of ​​bitterness lost its dense white light, the spring of life became flowing, the five secret realms of the Dao Palace were eclipsed, and the cultivation base plummeted, directly falling to the realm of the first transformation of the dragon, and it was difficult to use various magical methods, but the physical strength was still there .

"What was that white light just now? It gave me a familiar feeling!" Wang Teng looked into the depths of the Purple Mountain, but he was not going to move on any further. The source of the gods was enough. Return to Wang's house as soon as possible, the most important thing is to recover.

Putting away the source of the gods, Wang Teng walked towards the outside of the mountain.

At this time, a gaze watched Wang Teng leave from the depths of Purple Mountain.

Leaving Zishan, Wang Teng crossed the void directly.

Back at Wang's house, Wang Tongtian looked at Wang Teng's state at this moment, his face turned pale with shock, this is their family's unicorn son, if anything happens, it will be a catastrophe!

Wang Teng handed over Shenyuan, Holy Blood, Shenyuan Liquid, and Shenquan to Wang Tongtian, and gave him half of the Eye of Fortune.

With these, Wang Teng believes that their Wang family will definitely go to the next level.

Then he told about his injuries.

After Wang Tongtian finished listening, his complexion was gloomy and his brows were tightly frowned.

"The injury of the Dao Foundation is not the injury of the Dao, but both are fatal injuries." Wang Tongtian muttered to himself.

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(End of this chapter)