The Return of the Martial Ancestor of Martial Arts

Three days later.

Deep in the desolate palace of Daozong, in front of the withered yellow ancient mountain.

A dozen figures with obscure auras gathered here. This area of ​​a hundred miles has been tightly sealed and under martial law by the strong men of the Dao Sect, and no one can approach it.

Lin Dong, Ying Xuanzi, the blue-robed old man, Xiao Diao, Mr. Bo Xuan... the people who can gather here are either the top experts or those who hold the ancestral talisman.

"Headmaster, where is Senior Zhou Tong?"

Lin Dong said as he looked at the two Ying Xuanzi who had just fallen down.

"He has been sent into the center of the Soul Locking Array by the Grand Elder and I, and the rest is all up to him." Ying Xuanzi smiled easily.

"Dad, do you think my hair looks good with this color?"

At this time, a charming female voice intervened.

Perhaps because of the stimulation she received in the Strange Demon City, as soon as she returned to the sect, Ying Huanhuan ran to retreat. After leaving the retreat, her cultivation level jumped from the peak of the Nirvana realm to the perfection of the Shengxuan realm.

It's so irritating that people are so different from each other. I'm afraid that the next time the girl goes into seclusion, she will end up in the realm of death.

The girl's cultivation level has increased significantly, but the color of her three thousand black hair has also changed accordingly. The tips of her hair have turned into ice blue color, and there is still a faint smell of coldness.

According to this trend, the day when the three thousand blue hairs will completely turn into ice blue is not far away.

Perhaps because she was worried that she was no longer beautiful, or that others would look at her differently, the sensitive girl asked this question to several close people around her.

Lin Dong, mother, Ying Xiaoxiao, senior brother Wang Yan...

Well, now the question comes to Ying Xuanzi.

"Well, let's just laugh and watch the head master commit suicide."

Lin Dong watched this scene with eyes, nose, and mouth.

But, who is Ying Xuanzi?

Faced with such a proposition, he would naturally not do anything wrong.

"Of course it looks good. Ice blue means you will be as noble and pure as snow."

Ying Xuanzi didn't even think about it and just praised him directly.

"Yeah, dad is right. My mother and sister all said so. Only Lin Dong, an idiot, only knows how to say good-looking over and over again. How can you praise others like you, dad?"

The girl who got a satisfactory answer nodded heavily and smiled like a little fox who had successfully stolen a chicken. She was extremely happy.

Lin Dong: "..."

"Oh, really? Then you have to practice hard in the future."

Ying Xuanzi glanced sideways at Lin Dong and revealed a meaningful smile.

"Ahem, it's getting late, let's enter the monument."

Lin Dong, who was despised by the girl, felt an arrow hit his knee, and he had no choice but to fall towards the withered yellow ancient peak at his feet like a defeated dog in life.

Ying Xuanzi and others looked at each other and followed suit.

"It has only been nine months since the last time the Great Desolation Monument was opened. I am afraid we cannot open or enter the Great Desolation Monument without authorization."

Ying Xuanzi, who landed on the top of the mountain, frowned and said.

"This is easy to handle, just stay back."

After saying that, Lin Dong knelt down on one knee and urged the ancestral stone to drive a wisp of his will into the mountain.

"Boom!"

The next second, an unusually large fluctuation spread throughout the entire Taoist ancestral court. The withered yellow giant mountain suddenly began to tremble violently, and the huge cracks on the mountain spread rapidly like a spider web.

A majestic ancient monument with a height of thousands of feet immediately broke out of the mountain with an extremely shocking gesture, and reappeared in this world again.

"This is the Great Desolation Monument that ranks third on the list of ancient divine objects? How magnificent! The Dao Sect really has a profound background, and it actually has such a powerful ancient divine object to suppress it."

Looking at this majestic ancient monument that looked like a pillar holding up the sky, even Bo Xuangui, the master of the Palace of Darkness, couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

"Your Excellency Bo Xuan is very complimentary. Your palace's inherited sacred object, the Scythe of Darkness, ranks fourth on the list of ancient divine objects."

Although Ying Xuanzi only found out in recent days that the broken monument deep in the deserted palace was actually the third ancient divine object, this did not stop him from pretending to be cool.

Lin Dong lowered his gaze and saw that the bottom of the majestic ancient monument was quietly entangled with dense black lines, occupying nearly one-third of the monument's surface.

The black texture is like the incarnation of the most evil in the world, exuding the evil energy that reaches the sky, and wants to wipe out all living things in the entire world.

"It seems that the Great Desolation Monument is becoming increasingly unable to suppress the strange demon king." Lin Dong murmured with a solemn expression.

"I think this old guy can still hold on for a long time. It's okay. We're here." The fragrant wind blew into his nostrils, and a cold jade hand quietly held Lin Dong's.

"Well, let's enter the monument."

Lin Dong nodded gently, squeezed the beauty's cold jade hand with his backhand, and placed his palm against the surface of the towering ancient monument.

"Buzz!"

A huge transparent light beam descended from the head, just enough to cover Lin Dong and the six of them, dragging them into a secret and unknown place.

...

The picture suddenly turned, and everyone felt their eyes blurred, and their figure instantly appeared in a chaotic space. In the center of the space, an ancient gray-yellow monument stood alone.

"Lin Dong, why did you come back so early? You seem to have brought back many familiar old friends."

Fuzzy light and shadow emerged, and an ancient and hoarse voice sounded.

It was an old figure with a stooped body. The old man had white hair and a smile on his face. However, the smile suddenly solidified when he saw Ying Huanhuan beside Lin Dong.

"Ice Lord?!!"

The figure of the Great Desolation Monument fluctuated violently, and his voice was somewhat dry.

"The Monument of Desolation, I didn't expect you, this old guy, to be alive. I remember that you were ordered by the teacher to assist a strong man under me to block an army of strange demons?"

Ying Huan smiled happily and greeted the great desert monument whose heart was shaking violently.

"Haha, it's hard to say it all, it's hard to say it all."

Dahuang Monument smiled dryly and looked at Lin Dong with a complicated expression.

I asked you to find another ancestral talisman, but you directly retrieved the ancestral talisman and his strongest disciple, the Ice Lord. Although he was only reincarnated and his strength has not yet reached its peak, he still did this to you. Attitude, I give you 999 likes.

"The Devouring Ancestral Talisman, the Space Ancestral Talisman, the Ice Ancestral Talisman, and the Dark Ancestral Talisman are very good. The four great Ancestral Talisman are gathered together, and there are four powerful Wheel-turning Realm masters sitting on the guard. I would be really ashamed if I don't refine the strange demon king to death. The name of the third divine object in the world of my great desolate monument.”

The Great Desolate Monument looked around at everyone and nodded with satisfaction.

(Xiao Diao is actually only a half-step Chakravartin, here we regard it as one.)

"Then without further ado, let's get started."

After Lin Dong finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and robe, and the Ancient Qiankun Formation automatically flew out from the depths of his dantian, slowly unfolded in mid-air, and instantly rose to a size of a thousand feet in the face of the storm.

Immediately afterwards, the ancestral stones, the Devouring Ancestral Talisman, and the Space Ancestral Talisman also flew out and fell into the three directions of the Ancient Qiankun Formation, serving as the eyes of the formation to suppress the formation.

"The Ice Ancestral Talisman appears!"

"The Dark Ancestral Talisman appears!"

When Ying Huanhuan and Bo Xuan saw this, they looked at each other and pointed a finger from a distance. An ancient rune with ice patterns and an ancient rune with flashing black light also separated from their bodies and quickly escaped into the ancient formation of Qiankun. .

ps: Why do people always talk about water? What does it mean to be without water? Fighting, fighting, playing this game again without taking a break, and then rushing to the next battle, fighting again and again, will you stop being watered? After you finish writing a battle, at least lay the groundwork before you can move on to the next plot. What you do makes me not want to write every day.