Martial Breaks Nine Desolate

When hundreds of millions of years passed, there were no traces of a hundred ancestors in the chaos.

They were all sealed and sent to a secret place by the ancient gods for the future.

The ancient gods wanted to continue to seal and let more ancestor gods live, but it was already powerless to do this.

Just refining those divine coffins, as well as the large arrays arranged, will consume the top divine talents accumulated in the chaos.

If Ikama couldn't hold on anymore, he returned to his palace to retreat and recuperate.

Even Cheng Wen hasn't appeared for many years.

"Are we...rejected?"

The ancestral gods in the heavenly court have been waiting eagerly for many years. They have not waited for the ancient gods for a long time, and their faces are all pale.

Over the years, the actions of the ancient gods are no longer a secret.

In the face of such a world environment, they are also eager to live and have been waiting, but now it seems that this is an extravagant desire.

"Can't blame others!"

"To blame, I can only blame me for not having enough realm. It's not worth the troubles of those seniors. It's better to settle down for our own destiny."

The sixth lord of the heavenly court,'Su Ze', uttered a low voice, lonely.

He is also considered a genius among the ancestors.

In the years, he has been struggling and has a good strength.

Eventually when Lekang abdicated, he successfully ascended to the throne and became the new Lord of Heaven.

But before he could flex his muscles, the ancestor **** Heavenly Court was in full bloom and declined, and ordinary people could hardly understand the feeling.

As Su Ze said.

The ancestors are destined in G'an.

This moment of prosperity, the power that represents the ancient gods, is declining more and more.

Many ancestral gods have left one after another, looking for treasures in the chaos, wanting to deal with possible spiritual dangers and survive forever.

The alternate Peripheral impacts have become more cruel, and the dangers of the ancestral gods' practice are also appearing frequently.

Now, it is difficult for an ancestor **** to evade, and must face it.

The vast divine soil of the ancestral **** heaven seems to be covered by dust, and the perfect creatures that have been recruited are becoming scarcer and scarce, which is embarrassing.

In this world, there really is no eternal power.

As strong as the ancestral **** heaven, there will be a day of decline.

Does this mean the fate of the chaotic future?

The ancestors of the world are still dying.

Many ancestral gods who were backlashed by the ten thousand ways have collected many treasures to bless themselves, but it is difficult to resolve the old diseases in the body, and they have died.

There are many new graves in the chaos, like the strong who annihilated in the alternate persecution, sleeping with the earth.

The cold wind in the chaos blew into the hearts of the remaining ancestors and gods, making them feel cold.

Is such an evolution really powerless to change?

"Tomorrow or accident, no one knows which one will come first."

"In the future, you might as well follow me."

At this time, a warm voice blew away the chill.

That's Wu Zhuo's appearance.

He found a group of ancestor gods who had only become a few people in the Periphery, and uttered such words.

"Master Wu Zhuo!"

This group of immature ancestor gods were all excited.

these years.

Wu Zhuo walked in the chaos and saved the precarious creatures under the impact of the reincarnation of the heavens. He has won supreme prestige, which is the opposite of Taiqiong.

At this time, the attitude of the other party was like a beam of light shining in the heart, bringing new hope to these immature ancestors.

This group of ancestors did not hesitate, and chose to accompany the witch clumsy.

Wu Zhuo did not deliberately guide, allowing these ancestral gods to practice self-cultivation.

But when he realized and sat in meditation, there was a faint glow, like nectar, submerged into these ancestral gods.

This glow is the product of the witchcraft operation method. It did not bring any substantive help to these ancestral gods, but only allowed their breath to gradually change as the years passed.

Long time passed.

There are still gods dying in the chaos.

But this group of immature ancestor gods have always survived, and the old disease cannot be seen in the body of the ancestor gods.

"Could it be that Wuzhuo can help us resolve the dangers of our cultivation?"

There have been some ancestor gods who have been enlightened for many years, watching silently, and seeing this reveals a different color, and his face is full of incredible color.

"Master Wu Zhuo!"

"Can you let me follow you?"

An ancestor **** dashed forward and asked nervously.

In the years when Wu Zhuo was known as his companion, there were too many ancestors who ridiculed Wu Zhuo, and he was one of them.

He was also a supporter of Taiqiong.

Now I am naturally nervous to ask Wu Zhuo for help.

In response, Wu Zhuo nodded and agreed, not displeased.

This old ancestor **** was grateful, and had a very intuitive feeling during the years that accompanied the shamanism.

In the process of his comprehension of the ten thousand ways, the old illnesses accumulated, not only did not recur, but were slowly healing.

When he reached the end of life he felt, he did not die, and survived safely.

"Really!"

The speculation came true, making this old ancestor **** extremely excited.

The sound of his words made all the ancestor gods of all chaotic regions boil, completely unable to sit still.

One by one turned towards Wu Zhuo, expressing that he would always be with him.

In the face of life and death, no dignity or status is important anymore.

Even if they are awkward and unable to live forever in the world, it is a good thing to be able to live longer.

As time goes by.

There were more and more ancestor gods around Wu Zhuo. Every time he went to a domain, thousands of ancestor gods accompanied him. The movements were so great that they almost became the center of heaven and earth.

However, among these thousands of ancestor gods, there are still withered ones.

But compared to the speed of self-withering, it is much better.

This undoubtedly moved the ancient gods.

Facing the evil of the ancestors, they were helpless and could only think of a way to seal them for the future.

Now that the withering speed of the ancestor gods is slowing down, is it really the work of shamans?

To know.

Under their perception, the chaotic environment is still deteriorating.

"Little Junior Brother, is it really you?"

Cheng Wen and Cheng Yi came across the sky and approached Wu Zhuo up close.

"I am also a member of the Chaos Gods, so I can't stand by and watch."

Facing the question, Wu Zhuo showed a simple smile.

When the ancient gods took turns to seal the high-level ancestor gods, he was also thinking, wanting to contribute.

Cheng Wen's brothers and sisters were shocked when they heard this, and they were speechless for a long time.

This little brother, how terrible it is, realized what the ancient gods had not done together.

"Little Junior Brother, your realm is still shallow, if you have a way, you might as well tell us, I will sublimate it with other seniors!"

Cheng Wen wanted to learn more, but Wu Zhuo shook his head.

He does not want to hide his own personalities to shape his reputation.

But he is also not sure whether he can protect the ancestral gods around him, because there are still withered ones appearing in these years.

And this method.

It originated from his creation of a practice method that fits himself, and others cannot copy it.

Knowing this, Cheng Wen was sighed.

At the beginning.

Shiyi said that Wuzhuo is related to the future of Chaos.

Now, this sentence is becoming true step by step!

(The second one!)