Martial Breaks Nine Desolate

It is normal for the perfect creatures of the ancestral **** heaven to go out to perform training tasks.

But because of Wuchou's participation, it has attracted great attention.

Near the mission location, there is a supreme aura raging, and an innate **** descends, watching in the distance.

This experience mission lasted for a hundred years.

During this period, three perfect creatures died, leaving the spectators almost petrified.

A perfect creature has a foundation that fits the path of heaven. Once it breaks through to the Nirvana Realm, it will even be as powerful as the innate gods.

So the difficulty of the mission is naturally not low.

But in the team, there is a newly promoted ancestor god, but some people have fallen?

But this is not to blame witchcraft.

The observers saw it very clearly, and Wu Zhuo was indeed too weak, and it was too late to save him.

At the last minute.

Relying on a perfect creature to successfully break the boundary in front of life and death, this can turn the tide and successfully complete the task.

"This shaman is really so weak!"

After years of controversy, the dust finally settled, and it was naturally another uproar.

Those who hold different attitudes are finally convinced.

Even if he followed the Tianting Taizu cultivating ten stacks, Wu Zhuo was still a weak person.

Not to mention fighting against Taiqiong, even the ordinary ancestors are inferior.

"It's true that there are talents from generation to generation!"

After the mission was completed, on the way back, Wu Zhuo looked at the blood-stained genius in the team with emotion.

The more prosperous Chaos, the more highly qualified and perfect creatures, he is ashamed.

but.

Wu Zhuo was just sighing in his heart, and soon was calculating what kind of resources he could exchange for his accumulated merits.

"Oh, you..."

Looking at Wuchou returning, Kunlun's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.

From this ancestor god, he couldn't see the shadow of Xiao Ye at all, and he was completely different from the three disciples under the seat of Xiao Ye.

For Kunlun's gaze, Wu Zhuo's face was a little hot, but he didn't care.

After getting the resources he needed, he retreats in the ancestral temple again.

The years are surging, rushing forward.

In the chaos, it is still changing.

The ancestor **** heaven suppressed Wanhua, and was constantly absorbing fresh blood, working hard to cultivate the ancestor god.

Developed into this life.

Relying on the accumulation of experience, both the creation of perfect creatures and the practice of perfect creatures are perfect.

Almost every billions of years.

In the heavenly court of ancestor gods, new ancestor gods will be born.

In the blessed land of the cave, the perfect creatures have changed batch after batch, but those who are not dim have built their own reliefs of the ancestors, and the clouds dwell in the temple.

When they were full of ambition, they repeatedly cast weird glances towards the temple of the ancestors.

Because they are on the road to success.

Wuchou's "accompaniment" is almost indispensable.

Every million years.

Wuzhuo will walk out of the ancestral temple, and still choose the perfect life-level experience task to accumulate merit and obtain spiritual resources.

This is no longer a discredit to the ancestor **** Heavenly Court, in their opinion, it is completely mixed eating and waiting to die!

Accumulate over the years.

Even a pig is fine.

Wu Zhuo will not stop, and has made some progress. He has become more and more comfortable in performing the missions, but his realm has improved like a tortoise crawling.

If it doesn't matter to Taizu's face, Wu Zhuo will really be expelled.

"Brother Taiqiong, is the goal worth pursuing!"

Every new generation of ancestor gods will make such a voice.

Because at the same time.

The glorious road of Taiqiong is still high and close, relying on the strength of the absolute grab, it has officially entered within the two hundred of the heavens list.

When the time of the two Peripherals passed.

It has been ranked the 180th place on the list of the heavens, and it is tied with some ancient gods, and is known as the unparalleled legend in the history of the ancestral gods!

According to rumors.

The dazzling performance of Taiqiong not only won the favor of a group of ancient gods, but also has a dominating evolution clone. He went to the dojo of Cheng Wen brother and sister to point to Taiqiang.

Taiqiong and Wuzhuo, one is in the sky and the other is underground, there is no intersection at all.

One after another, the genius of perfect creatures, rises strongly, becomes the ancestor god, and directly surpasses the witch clumsy.

And he is still the same as in the past, immersed in self-cultivation without being disturbed by outside sounds.

When time passed another time.

Wu Zhuo finally broke through 100 kinds of Dao branding on his body, and he also developed some orthodoxy based on this, and his strength officially broke through to the average level of the newly promoted ancestor god.

therefore.

He also began to contact, the task of the ancestral **** level, starting from the lowest difficulty.

"I said Brother Wuzhuo, among us, the ancestor **** who has practiced the longest time is also a dozen times younger than you. Isn't it wrong for you to form a team with us?"

"I'm really afraid that your old arms and legs will fall apart in time."

Facing Wuchou, many ancestor gods were polite, but their words were very ironic, hoping that the other party would take the initiative to withdraw.

"What's wrong with this, at least I am experienced."

However, Wu Zhuo didn't seem to hear it, and joined in with a brazen attitude, leaving the ancestors speechless.

The task of the ancestral **** level is extremely dangerous.

Although Wu Zhuo's strength is not outstanding, he is fortunate to take it seriously, treating each task as an opportunity to hone himself, and he doesn't want to let it go.

He has also encountered life-threatening moments, and finally survived.

The ancestors around him changed batch after batch.

Some died, and some went to a higher level.

But as always, he only had access to the lowest ancestral **** tasks, and he cherished his own life extremely.

Over time.

Everyone lost their temper, and after getting used to it, they gave Wu Zhuo a nickname-escort!

"Taejo is right."

"No matter how dull the knife is, it also has its own edge. It is also an honor for me to accompany the rise of the gods."

Wu Zhuo accepted this nickname frankly.

As Xiao Ye sits in meditation for ten times, and feels the way of nature, he has a simple Taoist rhyme in him, and he can see the rise and fall of the world from another perspective.

After so many years, he has also been involved in the competition, making this simple Taoist rhyme more obvious.

Taiqiong cultivates through battle and moves the heavens with its name, which is a way to show its edge.

He took the initiative to perform various training tasks, blocked the pressure from the outside world, and also showed his edge.

It's just that this method is not favored by others.

Wu Zhuo became transparent among the ancestral gods and no longer attracted attention.

But the iron and blood among the four true spirits was watching Wuchou's behavior closely.

"If you accumulate enough, it will eventually lead to qualitative changes. As long as you are willing to work hard and work hard, you can break the imprisonment sooner or later, so why bother about temporary gains and losses."

"This is probably a wise and foolish, clever and clumsy thing."

"I only understood some things after I was listed on the Heavenly Dao Ranking. This little guy, who came into contact so quickly, deserves to be recognized by Ye Zi!"

Jie Xue whispered to himself, thinking deeply about Shiichi's words back then.

Is this shamanistic really related to the future of chaos?

(The second one!)