Martial Myth System

Nan Wulin, in the depths of Ancient God Cult.

Hundreds of young girls dressed in white gauze are praying for the sacrificial dance from Immemorial.

The left hand wraps the skin drum around the waist, the right hand stretches like a wicker, and then beats it rhythmically on the drum surface.

Hundreds of drums resonate regularly, creating a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.

The ancient and huge energy flowing out of this deep darkness is the primordial Spiritual God will and the prayer power of the ancient ancestors.

Tang Yuan and the Baicloak man stood in front of this screen, with the same smile on their mouths.

Whitecloak man said with a smile:

"Tang Yuan, are you already so impatient?"

"Aren't you also very urgent? "Tang Yuan actually used a respectful name when he replied, "Furthermore, the Celestial Court army destroyed the Buddhism mercy world. The next target must be Nan Wulin. Without your battle strength, Ancient God Cult is impossible to stop the Celestial Court offensive. ."

As the Lord of Ancient God Cult, Tang Yuan has inexplicable respect for this subordinate Baicloak man...

"It's a pity that the preparations are still far away. It’s far from enough. Even if I really come to this world, my skill will not recover at the peak period."

"That’s okay. With the preparations for divine blood, your strength can be restored to at least seven. At that time, Celestial Court's Super Innate will be even stronger than Fiendgod Realm's you."

Tang Yuan said seriously.

The white cloak man is hearing this, reaching out to lightly patted Tang Yuan's shoulder.

"Obuchi, you have done a good job. For so long... you have been preparing for my re-incarnation. After so many generations of Ancient God Cult inheritance, only you are truly loyal to me. "

Tang Yuan was patted on the shoulder by the Baicloak man. He only felt that he had received a lot of glory because of it. He respectfully bowed to the Baicloak man:

"He kept his ancestors’ Blood, this is Tang Yuan's mission."

Suddenly, at this moment, I remembered the sound of footsteps in this profound Dark Land.

Nalan quilt dressed in blue clothed slowly walked in, with a relaxed expression:

"Sect Lord, I heard that you are looking for me?"

"Ha, what do you say? You look here first."

Tang Yuan heard the approach of Nalanqu's footsteps, straightened his back, and pointed to the Yingshen Dance Festival in front of him. Said.

Following the direction of Tang Yuan's fingers, Nalan Yan looked at Qi Wu in the dark and deep ahead.

Grand and silent, ancient and surging.

"This is? What dance?" Nalanqu looked at the dance in front of him, only feeling a little curious, "When did these dancers appear here? Every one of them seems to be not bad. Martial Dao Foundation, and at the same time, I can dance this ancient mysterious dance...I stayed almost day and night, and I never saw them."

"Of course," Tang Yuan hands behind ones back, with a grandeur, "This is the least known secret in Ancient God Cult."

"The least known secret?" Nalan Qun was taken aback. "Do we still have such a secret in the teaching?"

"Ha, look behind you!" Tang Yuan pointed behind Nalanju.

Nalan Qun followed Tang Yuan’s direction and looked back at her back this time:

"Behind you? What's there?"

Sect Lord’s trust, Nalan Qiao had no doubt at all, but at the moment he turned around, Tang Yuan’s palm suddenly condensed with pure and huge Martial Dao energy, and Ling Ran hit Nalan Qiao’s back with a palm. .

Absolute palm, from Tang Yuan’s palm to Nalan’s back, and then to Nalan’s limbs.

This palm hit unfeelingly, hurting Nalan's internal organs and destroying his meridian.

Opening his mouth, spit out a mouthful of visceral fragments, Nalanju's eyes were filled with disbelief, and he turned back to look at Tang Yuan.

"Sect Lord!!!"

This call revealed a huge shock in my heart.

However, Tang Yuan didn't care about his emotions at all. He sucked in the air and threw the seriously injured Nalan Chu into the center of the Yingshen Dance Festival.

The meridian on his body was damaged by Tang Yuan's sudden palm force, and suddenly it was impossible to move even a little bit.

Nalan quilt lies in the center of the group dance, wrapped in the mysterious energy of the Immemorial dance festival, and only feels that the bloodline on his body is burning crazily.

Little by little bloodline power comes out of him, and is guided by the dancing around him to flow above the sky.

Looking at this picture, Tang Yuan did not feel any emotional dismay, but was full of fanaticism in his eyes:

"Very good! Numerous years of training, Only one Nalan quilt retains the active blood of the gods! With the only special bloodline in this world, the glory of Immemorial Era is about to reappear at this moment!"

His eyes flashed. Shooting fanatical will, Tang Yuan respectfully stretched out his hand at the whitecloak man to ask: "My lord! Please embark on this road to practice Immemorial will!"

Whitecloak man's lips corner With an indescribable sarcasm, he wandered into this grand dance.

The Immemorial power lingering in this Dark Space, along with the bloodline power that was extracted from Nalan's body, poured into his body, creating a strange change.

This change is similar to a mortal being promoted to Innate, it is a life level change, but there is another change in time and space, as if a certain existence that existed thousands of years ago is about to come again .

A man in a white cloak floated slowly, and all the power around him was swallowed up by him. Gradually... even the dancing girls around him also exuded the streamer of scarlet.

A welcoming dance ceremony is an endless sacrifice...and a grand return.

"Yes! That's it! That's it!"

Tang Yuan looked at this scene, his eyes were full of enthusiasm, like a pious guardian...just his zealous direction It's a bit strange.

"This is! My Ancient God Cult lineage reappears the moment of Immemorial glory! The greatness of our ancestors will soon be known to the world!"

At this time... a cold and mocking The voice reached Tang Yuan's ears.

Tang Yuan looked back in horror, Han Feng, who was in a golden feather cloak, appeared here for some time.

Holding his elbows with both hands, with three-point disdain in his eyebrows, the divine force on his body was restrained by Han Feng himself, but the nobleness of Heaven and Earth Supreme on his body could not be concealed.

Celestial Court Great Heavenly Venerate...come here!

When Tang Yuan saw Han Feng, he took a step back subconsciously, but soon he reacted and moved forward again. Apart from dodge his eyes, there was another obvious resistance, and he said:

"Great Heavenly Venerate!! Do you want to stop all of this?"

Han Feng held his hands and didn't speak, but still disdain.

And Tang Yuan continued:

"You don’t understand what this means! This is the glory of Immemorial Ancient God, and the sacredness in my blood flowing outside. You call yourself a god! But you can't understand the power of the true gods and demons!" Behind Tang Yuan, the silhouette of the white cloak man has gradually become less human, and the breath of the ancient God is becoming more and more intense. Full-bodied.

But Han Feng doesn’t seem to be nervous at all:

"You are a little pitiful."

Tang Yuan didn't expect Han Feng to say it at the moment If that's the case, I was taken aback for a moment.

Then, a huge, pure and upright golden force exploded in this Dark World!

"The Emperor's Journey!!"