Global Cataclysm: Appearance of Ancestral Tablets at the Beginning

It's like a small brook suddenly being poured into it by a diverted river, causing endless troubles.

"I just want to ask, is it possible?"

He insisted on doing sacrifices, and no one could be bothered, not even Chen Feng.

It's good that he has more authority, but it's Chen An who really controls this place.

"I understand what you mean, but..."

Chen Feng looked at Chen An with guilt in his eyes.

As the ancestor of the latter, Chen Feng always wanted to protect this younger generation.

But now, for the sake of the life and death of the three old guys, the other party is willing to sacrifice his way of becoming a strong man...

This feeling made him very uncomfortable, no less than when he died in battle, he appeared in the golden hall in the blink of an eye. Among the many strong friends and brothers of the same clan, only Jianxian and Aogu were left.

"I disagree!"

shouted proudly.

Veins popped up on his head, and he looked at Chen An ferociously.

"What do you think you are! Even if you become a legend, can you still stop that Bai Qingtian? You don't have enough experience, even if you have enough strength, could it be that you threatened him with self-destruct?!" At the end, he sneered proudly.

"That's the decision. If the other party shows up tomorrow, I will beat him to death with my fist!"

"Don't fight with me!"

Aogu stared at Chen Feng and Jianxian.

Not to be outdone, the two stared back.

"senior……"

Chen An looked at the three people walking out of the mural, and suddenly laughed.

"I just want to become stronger. Don't think too much about the three. If you want to manipulate my body to fight, you must get my consent. The three seniors don't even think about sacrificing. When Bai Qingtian is forced back, the human race When the legend comes, I will go back to South Sea City and help the three reshape their bodies, it is all about how the seniors will live and die, and it has nothing to do with Chen An."

With that said, Chen An cupped his fists and saluted.

"Chen An..."

Chen Feng yelled, trying to stop Chen An, but Chen An was already flying backwards, and disappeared into the golden hall.

"Chen Feng, alas... this kid is exactly like you back then."

Sword Immortal sighed and walked back to the mural again.

He is neither the current manipulator nor the previous owner of this golden hall.

If he wanted to stop Chen An, only Chen Feng could find a way.

"Bastard!"

Ao Gu also snorted coldly, with a trace of sadness on his face, sitting cross-legged between the murals, he immediately sank into cultivation.

"Bai Qingtian!"

"If I am resurrected and he is not dead, I will definitely take his life myself!"

As the controller of the Golden Hall, Chen Feng knew better than anyone else that when the current master wanted to make a decision, the previous master would not be able to stop him no matter what.

His old ancestor who was waiting in the golden hall was also so helpless.

Time passed by, time flies, Chen Feng never thought that his willful character back then would be seen in another person.

At night, Chen An sat cross-legged in his own tent.

Ever since he left the battle on the extraordinary battlefield, Chen An had moved away from the camp where Long Boss' squad was located.

One is to take over the task of the old blood to protect the coach, and two, he also needs a quieter environment.

The surrounding tents are all empty.

To prevent the sudden attack of monsters from harming others.

Chen An stood up, and the bright moon outside was emitting a soft light. He suddenly wanted to go out for a walk.

After a while, Chen An came to the camp belonging to Boss Long.

Everyone is having a banquet.

During the day, Chen Xia disappeared, King Wu's strength dropped sharply, and the vehicles were all concealed. Only Zhang Wangyu and other six generals knew the truth.

The rest, even the captain of an extraordinary team like Boss Long, had never heard of it.

"Chen An is here?"

Ke Wu saw Chen An standing under the moonlight at a glance, and waved to him quickly.

Ke Wu gave up half a seat, and Chen Zhengdao was next to him.

Chen An calmed down and walked up with a smile.

"How's the record today? I heard that you, King Wu, and another legend say that the three of them fought together against Bai Qingtian, the patriarch of the White Bull Clan!"

As soon as these words came out, the camp was instantly quiet.

Even Boss Long cast interested eyes.

In a battle at the legendary level, even if you stand by, ordinary and extraordinary people are at risk of death.

Even an extraordinary peak like Boss Long would not dare to go to the legendary battlefield without authorization.

"Fortunately, it was a draw."

Chen An smiled, and brought a piece of barbecue and a glass of juice.

There is some alcohol in the juice, the taste is sweet, not spicy, even for people who don't drink alcohol, at most they will be a little confused and not intoxicating.

"That's it, as expected, no matter how powerful Bai Qingtian is, he can't really even out the battle power of the three legendary levels!"

Ke Wu laughed, and even treated Chen An as a legend.

Others did not object.

Chaofan who can step into the legendary battlefield, even if he is young and not high-level, is naturally a legendary combat power.

Among all the people here, I am afraid that only Boss Long can gain the upper hand in Chen An's hands.

As for Yu Yinglong.

No one knew about the sparring between him and Chen An at first, but in a banquet later, he accidentally slipped his mouth, and was ridiculed by Ke Wu for countless times, until Yu Yinglong died in the sparring with Ke Wu Hand, hurt this guy, Ke Wu just shut his mouth and became a quiet and beautiful dwarf boy.

"Ah."

Chen An was laughing with everyone, and his mood relaxed a lot.

After more than an hour, the banquet gradually dispersed.

It was Boss Long who started, and the rest of Chaofan also gradually returned to their own tents.

Chen Zhengdao declined Zhou Haisheng's invitation to practice together, and sat beside Chen An.

The father and son looked at the bonfire.

"what happened?"

Knowing son Mo Ruofu, from the first moment Chen An entered the camp, Chen Zhengdao noticed something was wrong.

The subsequent laughter made him even more convinced of his conjecture.

"It's nothing, I'm going back first, father rests earlier."

Chen An got up and walked out of the camp. Chen Zhengdao got up and chased after him.

"Why are you being polite to your father? Tell me, what's going on today."

"You lost the battle?"

Chen An's aura didn't change much, but Chen Zhengdao still had some guesses.

Chen An paused, remained silent for a long time, and nodded slightly.

Chen Zhengdao's pupils shrank and his face changed drastically.

A spiritual shield to prevent eavesdropping covered the two of them, and Chen Zhengdao asked via voice transmission: "Did the king of Wu or the new legend die in battle?!"

"Never died in battle."

"How exactly!"

"You want to kill your father in a hurry!"

Chen Zhengdao gritted his teeth, and suddenly said: "If it doesn't work, you go first, you help me take care of my sister and your mother, I will stay on the battlefield and adapt to the situation!"

Chen An shook his head.

He smiled wryly: "No, if I leave, even if Bai Qingtian is injured, he will definitely fight tomorrow."

Although he is not a legend, his combat power can barely stop Bai Qingtian.