The Return of the Martial Ancestor

Chapter 379

"Come on! Beat me! Beat me! Destroy me!!!"

"Come on! Beat me! Beat me! Destroy me!!!"

......

Amid deafening roars, the [-]-foot-long purple-gold dragon destroyed the [-]-meter-long giant hundreds of times with its pair of incomparably sharp dragon claws.

After each destruction, the tenacious Lin Dong will draw the power of the ten gods, continue to build a tall silver-white giant, and tirelessly launch another fearless attack on the purple-gold dragon.

And again and again, a hundred times and a hundred times...

Finally, at the seventh time of the 530th time, Lin Dong could no longer draw the power of the top ten gods, and the mighty giant collapsed, and a thin figure fell to the ground from mid-air feebly, raising smoke and dust all over the ground.

"It turns out I'm really such a waste..."

Lin Dong, who fell to the ground, was out of focus, and he shook his sore palms dejectedly. He lost, lost without any suspense, and lost so thoroughly.

"Boy, you are already very good. The blue is better than the blue. The guy Qingzhi had no choice but to withdraw when he was defeated for the 390th ninth time. This seat admires you very much."

"But the rules are the rules. If you lose, go back."

Sitting on the lotus stone platform, the Six-fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor had a look of admiration on his face. With a light wave of his sleeve, a space vortex emerged quickly, slowly swallowing Lin Dong in.

"Should we continue on the old path and summon the afterimage of the Lord of Devourer? Hey, well, it's not ashamed to find the parents if you can't beat it. If that's the case, then..."

Lin Dong lowered his head, looked at his half-swallowed body, and sighed helplessly.

At the same time, somewhere in the distant Eastern Profound Realm.

"Six! Finger! Monster! Dragon!"

A peerless beauty with a slender figure and long ice blue hair draped over her shoulders suddenly raised her head as if feeling something, her clear eyes glowing with ice blue ignored the obstacles of space and time, and her eyes fell down.

within the mind space.

"This is......"

Just when Lin Dong was about to summon the remnants of the devouring master of the Devouring Ancestral Talisman, an ancient rune with ice-blue patterns suddenly emerged from the center of his eyebrows, and a little bit of ice spread.

"Six! Finger! Monster! Dragon!"

At the moment when the seal of ice appeared, a bone-chilling voice, as cold as a glacier for thousands of years, resounded mightily throughout this ancient world.

"Ice... Bingbing Ice Master?!!!"

The Six-fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor, who had always acted like Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his expression, suddenly changed his expression wildly, looking for the source of the voice as if he had seen a ghost.

If the Lord of Swallowing and the Six-fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor are peerless fierce men who beat up all dissatisfied, then the Ice Ancestor, who is known as the strongest disciple under the Ancestor of Talismans, the Ice Goddess who is as high as a god and has no feelings, is despotic to them. The existence of these thorns.

Although the six-fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor's combat power is weaker than that of the Devourer, if he fights with all his strength, he can basically maintain a game of seven defeats and three victories.

But if it is against the Ice Lord, it must be ten battles and ten defeats, the kind that has no power to fight back, and is taught to be a dragon every minute.

In the endless years in the past, the taboo of the Ice Lord has left too many deep memories for the always proud and arrogant Six-Finger Sacred Dragon Emperor.

"Yaoshou, if you had said earlier that this human kid was someone you were covering, would I have wasted so much time? It's just a broken skeleton, can I give it to you? I'll give it to you!!"

The pale-faced Six-fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor stood up tremblingly, thinking that he had actually provoked that crazy woman, the Ice Lord, and couldn't help but feel weak in his calves.

"Six-fingered monster dragon, how dare you hurt my man, you want to die!"

The great being living in a mysterious place is obviously not interested in listening to the explanation of the Six-Finger Sacred Dragon Emperor, and she doesn't care.

The cold snort fell, and the endless icy intent silently infected the entire ancient world. An indescribably huge ice-blue hand suddenly stepped through the void, and was photographed in the terrified eyes of the Six-fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor.

Against the backdrop of the big icy blue hand that covered the sky, the [-]-foot-long purple-gold dragon looked like a tiny ant, and it shattered before it uttered a mournful cry.

"Please calm down the ice master, don't be impulsive!!"

The six-fingered Sacred Dragon Emperor, whose complexion changed wildly, was filled with endless remorse. Knowing that he was invincible, he had to bite the bullet and fight back.

"Eight Holy Dragons, Demon Suppressing Platform!"

The monstrous purple-golden light swept away, and far above the sky, eight golden holy dragons with a stature of [-] feet roared in unison, holding up a lotus stone seat with no end in sight, and rumbled to meet it.

But, useless.

The ice-blue giant palm fell, and everything ended. The holy dragon screamed, the magic-suppressing platform collapsed, the ancient world was going to perish, and endless darkness swept across.

"Well, if you can't beat it and go home to find a wife, shouldn't it be shameful?"

Just before the endless darkness covered his field of vision, Lin Dong moved his body feebly, a very tired smile appeared on his sharp-edged face.

"Idiot, quickly become stronger, I will wait for you in Daozong."

Immediately afterwards, a charming humming sound fell, and a soft force gently sent the exhausted spiritual body out.

......

The outside world, the side of the ancient Hualongtan.

"Yan Shan stayed for seven days, Xin'er stayed for eight days, and they both got a high-quality keel out of the pond. It's been a full month, why hasn't Lin Dong appeared?"

"According to Elder Ben, he should have gone deep into the Bone Hall to obtain a higher-level ancient keel, and he is accepting the challenge of our clan's powerhouse in the spiritual space."

"No, even for the ancient keel, one month is too long."

Many elders of the Dragon Clan gathered here, discussing something sadly.

"Elder, what do you think?"

Yuan Qian, who was dressed in linen cloth, looked a little solemn.

"Wait another three days. If little friend Lin Dong doesn't come out again, ask the patriarch to take it out directly. The power of the ancient Hualongtan is too overbearing. After a long time, little friend Lin Dong is very likely to be decomposed by the pool water. Drop it, turn it into essence and settle at the bottom of the pool.”

The white-haired old man with ravines on his withered face said firmly.

"Okay, then wait another three days."

Yuan Qian heaved a sigh of relief, this decision was obviously difficult.

"Boom! Rumble!"

At this time, there was a sudden wind and thunder above the sky, and the terrifying and strong power of wind and thunder flocked towards this area like crazy.

"boom!"

In the thousand-foot-long ancient Hualong Lake, the pitch-black water boiled instantly, and an extremely thick silver-white beam of light suddenly broke through the water surface, piercing straight into the dark sky, stirring crazily in the center of the strong wind and thunder.

That majestic and terrifying spiritual force is enough to move the hearts of any wheel-turning powerhouse present!

(End of this chapter)