Fantasy: My Ancestors Are Super Invincible

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Judging from Wu Zhao's situation, it was obvious that he couldn't bear the terrifying power of the Immortal Origin Spirit, and risked his death by almost exploding his body, just to hold him back?

Long Xiao really couldn't figure it out, what was in the blood cocoon that could make Wu Zhao risk his life to protect him?

"It's a pity that your cultivation base is too low, otherwise, I would really be damaged here today!"

Long Xiao stared at Wu Zhao and said solemnly.

Wu Zhao's Immortal Origin Spirit really surprised him, but it didn't make him lose his invincibility. Although Immortal Origin Spirit was terrifying, with Wu Zhao's cultivation, he couldn't bear it at all. Even Immortal Origin Spirit could not bear it. The source technology cannot be issued.

If he could kill a Tianjiao who possessed the Immortal Origin Spirit, it would not only remove a confidant from the ten thousand clan, but also add a legendary stroke to his resume.

Thinking of this, Long Xiao broke out directly, the majestic demon power surged out of him, the scarlet eyes were extremely bright, as if there was a sea of ​​blood, and he slammed a punch.

The dense inscriptions of the demon dragon emerged and condensed into a huge fist, covering the entire space. The terrifying fist edge seemed to smash this space, causing the stone pillar forest under the golden altar to tremble crazily. .

Di Rong of Shizhulin, staring at this scene, dragged his severely injured body, and kept retreating, a look of worry appeared on his face, if it wasn't for his lack of cultivation, why should Wu Zhao pay such a price to be alone fight?

Not long ago, he was still delighted that he had broken through into the Holy Land, but now, he hated his lack of strength.

Facing the ferocious punch that came from the bombardment, a fierce smile appeared on Wu Zhao's delicate face. It was ferocious and terrifying. Her jade-like hands danced violently. Immortal Pinyuan behind her. The power of the spirit was pulled out by her.

boom!

The monstrous magic power, blooming with a soul-devouring pitch-black light, slammed down, shaking the entire space, like a black mountain torrent rolling.

"boom!"

The wave of magic power collided with the fist, and a deafening sound erupted. The violent force impacted and swept away in all directions. The stone pillar closest to the golden altar, under the bombardment of these forces, exploded directly, and the gravel splashed. The treasure suspended on the stone pillar fell directly to the ground.

boom!

The two figures flew out from the center of the explosion and retreated to the edge of the golden altar, barely able to stabilize their bodies.

"puff!"

Long Xiao spurted out a mouthful of demon blood, and looked in horror at the more miserable Wu Zhao, Immortal Origin Spirit, is it really that terrifying? Even Wu Zhao, who has not been able to fully display the power of the Immortal Origin Spirit, can rely on some of the Immortal Origin Spirit to compete with him, the peak of the Holy King, with the cultivation of the Heavenly Saint Peak?

"Worth it?"

Long Xiao suppressed the oscillating blood in his body, looked at Wu Zhao indifferently, and asked in a deep voice.

At this moment, Wu Zhao's entire body is covered with blood, as if he had just stepped out of the sea of ​​blood, and his skin is covered with cracks, like a porcelain doll, which may crack at any time.

This blow seems ferocious, but that's all, Wu Zhao is already at the end of the shot!

"You have to die standing up!"

Wu Zhao grinned, looking extremely desolate, but there was a palpitating tenacity.

Long Xiao was silent, Wu Zhao's thoughts, how could he not know?

Every existence that can achieve the world's arrogance is a hero without one in ten thousand, and they all have arrogance that ordinary people can't imagine.

I'd rather die... unyielding!

Although Wu Zhao is a woman, the tenacity she shows is quite admired by Long Xiao, a man of all races. Who says women are inferior to men?

He has practiced for many years and is extremely powerful. He has a talent that surpasses many younger generations of the Demon Dragon Ancient Clan. He has killed many people from the Great Yan Empire. The only younger generation of the Great Yan Empire that he admires is the Ancestral Dragon!

Now, with one more addition, it's still a woman!

"Although you and I are enemies, I respect you and give you a decent way to die!"

The voice fell, and the monstrous demon dragon inscription enveloped him. A gray demon dragon roared up to the sky and hovered over Long Xiao. Those huge eyes stared at Wu Zhao, bloodthirsty and indifferent.

"Roar!"

With Long Xiao's urging, the demon dragon suddenly roared out, carrying a vast demonic energy, covering the entire space, and swooping fiercely towards Wu Zhao.

The violent power made the entire space tremble constantly. Before the demon dragon fell, the power that spilled out crushed the surrounding stone pillars one after another, and the gravel and smoke filled the sky.

In the face of this powerful and ferocious blow, a trace of unwillingness appeared in Wu Zhao's beautiful eyes. Her immortal Yuanling was born for the first time, but it was also the last time. If she was given another period of time, why would she need to do this?

But...she doesn't regret it!

Wu Zhao took a nostalgic look at the blood-colored giant cocoon, and met the old man not long ago, but the old man's fist and loving heart injected a touch of color into her lonely life, which was a warmth she had never felt before.

hum!

Just when Wu Zhao was about to die with Long Xiao, something strange happened.

One after another bright red shimmer suddenly shone through the entire space. Under the shroud of this bright red shimmer, the entire space seemed to be still. .

The people present were only able to move their thoughts, and the whole body was directly suppressed by the bright red light.

As Long Xiao facing the blood-red giant cocoon, he could see it the most clearly, he even forgot the horror and shock, and just stared at the blood-colored giant cocoon that was constantly blooming with bright red shimmer, his mind went blank.

Although Wu Zhao couldn't see the situation behind her, but from Long Xiao's strange expression, she knew that it was the old man who came back, and when she was about to die with Long Xiao, he appeared again in time.

Under Long Xiao's gaze, the blood-colored cocoon bloomed like a flower, revealing Wang Zhan with his eyes closed. Just looking at it, Long Xiao felt like he was facing a god, and his whole soul was trembling.

Wang Zhan's face was peaceful, and he sat naked on top of the blood-colored cocoon, motionless.

The blood-colored cocoon was covered with scorched black skin that had sloughed off his body. His body was as crystal clear as jade, with faint fluorescence blooming, as if he possessed spirituality.

His face is no longer old, and has returned to his middle-aged appearance. His eyebrows are like willows, his body is like a jade tree, and his black hair is scattered over his shoulders. Sitting alone, he exudes a force that looks down on the world.

"Om!"

Suddenly, Wang Zhan opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes are those!

It is as deep as the vast starry sky, and people can't help but fall. In the black eyes, there is a sharp light that captures the soul!

With a big wave of his hand, Wang Zhan fell in his black robe, covering his burly body. He glanced at Long Xiao lightly, but with that one glance, Long Xiao's soul was swept away, as if he was being stared at by the **** of death. generally!

As soon as he pointed it out, no power erupted, but Long Xiao flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, smashing through an unknown number of stone pillars, and just collapsed to the ground, spitting blood, and his face was extremely horrified.