Peerless God of War

In addition to shock, Dongfang Shang doesn't know what words to describe his mood at the moment. He spent a lot of time with the old style and knew that the young man had outstanding talent, otherwise he would not be so valued by Feng Wuji.

However, even so, he did not expect that the growth rate of ancient customs was so terrible. In less than half a year, it's amazing that he can kill the strong person in the soul forging realm, and the other party is still a genius of Xuehan palace.

You know, his strength has stabilized in the soul forging state for half a year, but even so, it is enough to make him proud. But now it seems that his entry into the country is not worth mentioning compared with the ancient customs.

"Mr. Gu Feng is worthy of being the dragon among people. Such a talent is really terrible." after a while, Dongfang Shang just took a long breath and said faintly.

"I said at the beginning, don't look down on him. But now it seems that even I looked down on him." Feng Wuji tapped the back of the chair with his fingers and continued: "do you know that the fight in the purgatory tower two days ago is over."

"Know." Dongfang Shang nodded. He didn't know much about the purgatory tower, but he knew something after all when he followed Feng Wuji. It was a place where all forces in the yellow and Xuan regions tried to enter. It is a very good experience place. All the martial arts cultivation that can come out of it are focused by various forces. However, Feng Wuji didn't pay much attention to it in the past. Why did he suddenly mention it now.

"The old man came to talk to me last night and told me something." Feng Wuji looked dignified and said slowly: "three months ago, the ancient wind entered the purgatory tower with the cultivation of the essence body and nine levels, but in the competition for the last crown of the king two days ago, the ancient wind shone brightly and occupied one of the positions."

Although the old man, Feng Donghua, didn't say much, where is the purgatory tower? There are some evil characters in the Tianjiao training place of all ethnic groups, but the ancient style can stand out from it, which shows that he is terrible.

Dongfang Shang's brain is a little blank now. He was really shocked by the news revealed by Feng Wuji.

After a long time, Dongfang Shang's face just showed a wry smile: "it seems that we all underestimate the old wind childe."

……

The next day, when the morning light shines on the two Qi from the East. Wisps of purple, slowly emitting out. Hongmeng purple Qi is the most primitive power between heaven and earth. It is mysterious and powerful. No one knows how it was born. However, there is an ancient legend that when purple comes from the East, there must be saints. Therefore, purple gas represents holiness.

On a high tower of Shengwu college, it is made by the ancient wind. Life and death in his body seize the power of heaven. The life and death seizing the heaven skill completed the first turn, the speed of operation was faster, and the speed of absorbing spiritual power was also more terrible. Under the operation of life and death seizing heaven, Gu Feng could feel that a trace of Hongmeng purple Qi had been pulled into his body.

His whole body was in full bloom with the naked eye, as if there was a mysterious energy pouring into his body. With those mysterious forces, the breath of the ancient wind is also slowly increasing.

Although there are only a few strands of purple Qi, the energy contained in it is very terrible, and it seems to have a natural power. Although the current ancient customs can not be digested, they can further understand that power.

"Hoo"

When the sun was in the sky and the purple atmosphere disappeared, the ancient wind breathed a sigh of relief. The surrounding space fluctuated, like broken glass, and there was a crash.

The ancient wind opened his eyes, and the golden light flashed by with a miraculous light.

"Oh..."

The ancient wind roared, and a dragon chanted in his mouth, forming bursts of sound waves, which spread all over the Shengwu college. Feeling the terrible roar of the dragon, countless people looked up. In the mountains and forests around Shengwu college, all animals roar through the world.

"Shit, who is so ungrateful and howls in the morning."

"It scared me to death. Why did the powerful monster break into the Shengwu college?"

……

Many people were low scolding, obviously dissatisfied with the roar.

Standing on the tower, the ancient wind disappears from the original place with a flash of body shape, and the speed is fast to the extreme.

……

At this moment, the dragon cloud Empire, snow cold palace.

In the main hall of Xuehan palace, dozens of people sat upright. These people have the lowest level of cultivation in soul forging realm. Obviously, they are the high-rise of Xuehan palace. But at this time, everyone was cold and angry.

It's freezing and snowy outside, but everyone's heart is colder than the ice and snow outside.

Sitting high in the main hall, Xue Changtian, the leader of Xuehan palace, swept everyone with the eyes of Yin vulture and said in a cold voice, "Leng Zehao's soul is broken. We also heard from the people who branch the rudder in the imperial capital. The little beast called ancient style appeared and killed Leng Zehao."

Xiao Cheng sat down with his head down and his eyes narrowed slightly. Of course, he was also quite shocked. It's hard to imagine how a teenager made a top sect suffer losses one after another.

However, his body trembled at the thought of the means of the ancient wind on him. After he came back, he went to his grandfather and wanted him to break the ban set by the ancient customs, but he didn't expect that the ban was so overbearing that even his grandfather, a strong man in the soul state, couldn't break it.

"Xiao Cheng, what's the matter with you?" Xiao Cheng's body was only slightly shaken, but it was seen by the snow for a long time, and said in an indifferent voice.

Xiao Cheng's face changed. After a while, he said, "is the ancient style mentioned by the palace master a boy of 15 or 16 years old?"

"Have you seen him?" Xue Changtian frowned and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

Xiao Cheng nodded and said, "I've seen such a young man in the purgatory tower, also known as ancient wind. Elder Ding was killed by him. If elder Ding didn't fight to save me, I'm afraid I would die in the purgatory tower."

Speaking of this, Xiao Cheng's face became pale. He didn't pretend it. At the thought of the ancient wind's decisive character, he was very afraid. Moreover, only the ancient wind could break the prohibition in his body.

"He entered the purgatory tower?" the face of snow changed.

"Yes, and he is qualified to win the crown of the king." Xiao Cheng said in a hoarse voice.