Honghuang: After hundreds of millions of years of retreat, I became the ancestor of the dragon clan

Di Jun felt like he was going crazy.

This dojo seems to be a bottomless pit, constantly absorbing attacks.

Moreover, faintly, he could already feel the surge of thousands of auras in the world.

Make him suspicious.

What constitutes this dojo? Even a world, after withstanding so many attacks, should have exploded long ago.

"What the hell is this!!!"

"When I become a saint, I will destroy this dojo as soon as possible!"

"Go! Go to the Wu Clan."

An angry voice sounded in the sky.

Carry out the entire prehistoric sky.

Shocking, weeping ghosts and gods.

All living beings feel a majestic force escaping.

……

The mighty army came majestically.

In the end, it ended up with a defeat.

Not only that.

In the hearts of every Yaozu.

Still simmering a fire.

The benefits were not reaped.

Spirit power wasted a lot.

now.

Exhausted.

How to game with the Wu Clan.

To know.

The Wu clan itself is like a rock.

Attacking, it is not easy to deal with.

But due to the order of Emperor Jun Yaohuang.

And the bondage of the demon banner.

These monsters.

But no one dared to say anything more.

"Brother, all the soldiers are exhausted now. If they continue to fight against the Wu Clan, they will definitely suffer a big loss. Besides, the Wu Clan may have noticed that we are gathering like this, so let's take a rest first!"

at last.

After walking for a long time.

Donghuang Taiyi finally couldn't bear it, and said something human.

After all the demons listened.

They also breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Demon Master Kunpeng had a somewhat gloomy look on his face.

"I thought that my action must have alarmed the Wu Clan. Resting at this moment, wouldn't it break our prestige, little Wu Clan, what fear is there, it is best to punish at this moment."

There was an unknown fire in Di Jun's heart.

Hear Kunpeng's words.

While thinking about it, my heart skipped a beat.

As Kunpeng said.

Back off at the moment.

Wouldn't it break the demon clan's arrogance.

If so.

I'm afraid it's today's crusade.

Will become the laughing stock of the world.

"What are you taking a rest for, cheer me up and march, Witch Clan!"

Di Jun yelled loudly, his voice piercing through the sky, shaking the Great Desolate Earth to tremble.

It's like telling the world.

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi saw this.

Brow wrinkled slightly.

On the other hand, Kunpeng had a gloomy expression, with a smirk streaking across his face.

The Lich War begins here.

……

Above the Kunlun Mountains.

"Sure enough, you bastard! Tongtian, you really spent your money, actually donating the sword array taught by the teacher to others!"

Yuan Shi looked at Zhuxian Sword Formation and snorted coldly, deep in his heart, he was full of contempt.

"This……"

Tongtian was also surprised, staring at the Zhuxian Sword Formation not far away, with a bit of doubt in his eyes.

The Zhuxian Sword Formation is still in his treasure bag.

How can I borrow it to talk about it.

But the slash of the sword light just now made Tongtian clearly feel the sharpness of the Zhuxian sword.

Faintly, there is still the breath of time flowing.

This is really the first time I have seen such a thing.

Think carefully.

But he was too lazy to explain.

Lao Tzu was also speechless and didn't open his mouth, but in his heart, he felt something was wrong.

……

Mount Sumeru in the West.

Zhunti and Yinben were just reading a joke.

Then I saw the game between Zhuxian Sword Formation and Zhou Tianxing Dou Formation.

They all froze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, in the complexion.

Mostly surprised.

Zhunti chuckled.

"Small dojo, unexpectedly has the protection of heaven."

"It's really interesting."

"There is a fate, there is a fate."

……

"good!"

Jieyin responded softly, with thoughtful eyes in his eyes.

……

Nuwa is different from these saints.

Because now remember.

It seems that when he visited Ye Long Dojo, he faintly felt the air flow in the dojo.

He is also well aware of Ye Long's terror.

"Could it be that the seniors have already calculated that the demon clan's calamity is not over, so they can't retreat, but because of Zhou Tianxing's big formation, they have already set up this weird Zhuxian sword formation, can't they break its sharpness?"

"Senior is really thoughtful."

"The Prophet."

Nuwa spoke softly.

in the eyes.

Daodao's dignified color flashed across.

……

I don't know how many days have passed.

Ye Long is finally comprehending that the law of time makes small achievements.

Because of the increase in the concentration of aura in the dojo.

The speed of Ye Long's practice is also many times faster than before. Feeling the hearty spiritual energy pouring into the body, it is quickly assimilated by the Hunyuan lotus breath, forming a spirit like the Hunyuan lotus breath, which flows along the blood vessels of the whole body. , a constant flow.

At this moment, the two leaf dragons began to turn slowly.

Tai Chi under the two Ye Longs.

at this moment.

With the rotation.

Keep shrinking.

Two bodies.

It turned into two streamers, one black and one white.

Quickly disappeared into the dojo.

A black and white vortex formed, spinning at a high speed.

A powerful attraction.

In an instant, the countless auras that filled the dojo were sucked into this vortex.

next moment.

A black and white figure.

From that vortex.

Walk out slowly.

Body and avatar.

at this moment.

reintegrated into one.

If the body is black, the years will come.

If the body is white, it is illusory.

The Tai Chi pattern is on Ye Long's body.

A faint light flickered.

The black and white of the body.

The turbid journey.

It is completely controlled by Ye Long himself.

In the free state, time and nothingness coexist.

Ye Long's strength.

Also at this moment.

Promoted to the fourth level of Daluo Jinxian.

The black and white whirling nest finally slowly condensed.

On Ye Long's eyebrows, a black and white vortex imprint was formed.

In the end, Ye Long completed his enlightenment this time.

The Hongmeng Pearl turned into a stream of light and fell into Ye Long's palm again.

It was collected by Ye Long.

At this moment, Ye Long was full of breath.

Uncertain.

Sometimes vicissitudes, sometimes nothingness.

It seems illusory, yet real.

The shadow of the mulberry tree is looming.

Dreamlike, overbearing and extraordinary, with a slight swing, it caused waves of waves and moved the years.

"Is this the power of time?"

Ye Long muttered to himself, with his palms slightly open.

A group of power condensed from the Hunyuan lotus breath slowly emerged.

In this group of air currents.

The breath of time is flowing slowly.

Ye Long understood.

Such power, even in the face of Zhunsheng, has the power to fight.

"Wait, why do I feel that the aura in the dojo is several times more dignified!"

After Ye Long was overjoyed.

Crush the flame in your hand.

After careful comprehension, I found that in the dojo, compared with before the retreat.

The aura became denser countless times.

The whole person subconsciously froze in place.

After careful understanding, outside the dojo, the formations he arranged have traces of operation.

muttered to himself:
"Could it be that someone sent spiritual energy?"