The Return of the Martial Ancestor

Chapter 509

Venerable Dragon just happened to meet him. Naturally, Lin Dong didn't need to kill him and offend the True Dragon Clan. It was enough to teach him a lesson.

"The third one is the Emperor of War."

Just as Lin Dong was about to lift his foot, there was a loud bang from the sky, and he saw an extremely thick pillar of spiritual power with countless battle patterns entangled in it, rising rapidly, piercing straight into the dark sky, stabbing it instantly. Break the dark world.

"Oh, that is the battle spirit power created by the Emperor of War? It can actually break through my dark world. It seems that this heir of the Emperor of War is quite qualified."

Lin Dong raised his head as if feeling something, and approvingly appraised the beam of fighting spirit.

Battle spirit power, created by the war emperor of the nine emperors in ancient times, blends his own spirit power and fighting spirit into a unique kind of spirit power, and his combat power is extremely tyrannical.

Within the ancient ice world, the great world of darkness that swept across most of the world collapsed, the darkness gradually receded, and the scene on the field gradually appeared in the eyes of countless Ice Spirit Race powerhouses, and their hearts sank subconsciously.

Originally, the three-on-one scene that everyone imagined, the snow demon old man and the three heavenly supreme beings jointly crushing Lin Dong did not appear, and only the war emperor and Lin Dong were facing each other in midair.

The two powerful beings, Old Snow Demon and Venerable Dragon, both lay limp on the ground with their eyes closed. If their chests were not still heaving slightly, they would have been regarded as dead people.

"Brother Snow Demon, Venerable Dragon..."

Seeing this, the Ice Spirit Ancestor who had just woken up faintly almost fainted again.

"Will the Emperor be able to defeat Martial Ancestor and save our clan?"

Countless Ice Spirit Tribe powerhouses looked up at this scene, feeling uneasy in their hearts.

above the sky.

"You actually defeated Old Man Snow Demon and Venerable Dragon, but it doesn't matter, I have long wanted to meet you alone for a while, and add another stroke to my glorious record as the Emperor of Hundred Battles."

Zhanhuang glanced at the two figures on the ground, staring at his opponent with fierce fighting spirit.

"It turns out that the secret of Zhandi's first line of combat spiritual power lies in the dual cultivation of spirit and god. While majoring in spiritual power, you can also minor in battle formation master to forge your own fighting spirit. In this way, you can perfectly integrate spiritual power and fighting spirit. And then form a battle spirit.”

Lin Dong ignored Zhan Huang's provocation and said to himself.

"Spiritual cultivation? How do you know this secret?!"

However, Zhan Huang's expression changed, and he looked at Lin Dong as if facing a formidable enemy.

Cultivating the battle spirit power of the Zhandi series is actually not difficult to say.

It is nothing more than to become a battle formation master while majoring in spiritual power.

After stepping into the Supreme Realm and achieving the Supreme Dharma, relying on the Supreme Dharma Body to open up a large mustard space through the secret method, let a large number of elite troops station in it, which is equivalent to carrying an elite army with you. This is the basic operation of the battle formation master.

The disciples of the Zhandi family use their status as battle formation masters to refine the fighting spirit of the army anytime and anywhere, integrate their own spiritual power, and then form a unique battle spiritual power.

That is to say, every member of the Zhandi family is a battle formation master who is not weaker than others. He does not need to be at the same level as spiritual power cultivation, but at least he must be able to easily refine millions or even tens of millions of troops. fighting spirit.

For example, the Emperor of War, currently he is a battle formation master with a million lines, comparable to the supreme powerhouse of the earth, and his spiritual strength is equal to the Great Talisman Sect of the Profound Sky Plane, a high-level master of the Great Thousand World.

"Of course it's because... I am also a spiritual and spiritual dual cultivation."

Lin Dong smiled softly when he heard the words, and shook his palms suddenly.

"Buzz!"

The majestic spiritual power like the sea continuously swept out of his body, and under the shocked eyes of the sky, he turned into a silver-white giant standing upright.

The silver-white giant, which was completely compressed by materialized spiritual power, was as tall as ten thousand feet, and there was a terrifying wave that could destroy the world with every gesture.

Mind giant!

"Your spiritual cultivation has reached the first level of the immortal grand master?"

Looking at the silver giant standing above heaven and earth, Zhan Huang couldn't hide the shock in his eyes. Doesn't this mean that he has been completely surpassed by Martial Ancestor?

"As a grand master of the immortal spirit weapon, my spirit cultivation base is naturally the first level of the grand master of the immortal rank. I'm not a half-assed like you."

Lin Dong glanced at Zhan Huang, and said lightly: "Spiritual giant, crush him."

"My lord, follow your will!"

The silver-white giant's right fist slammed on the chest, and the silver-white hand made a random move in the void, and the strong wind and thunder force quickly compressed into a thousand-foot silver holy sword.

"Ant, you are guilty!!!"

The silver-white giant, as tall as ten thousand feet, held the silver-white holy sword high, and rushed away like an ancient punishment knight amidst loud and frantic trials.

"Hmph, so what if the cultivation base of the soul is the first level of the great master of the immortal rank? The cultivation base can never represent the combat power. Zhandi Divine Ability, Zhandi Lingquan!"

After Zhan Huang snorted coldly, he raised his hand and punched out.

The extraordinarily powerful battle spirit power ignited crazily, compressed into a gigantic iron fist and suppressed it, with a terrifying aura of fighting against heaven and earth.

As the best among the many ancient sacred powers in the Great Thousand World, Zhandi's supernatural powers created by Zhandi are terrifying existences comparable to peerless supernatural powers.

"clang!"

There was a deafening roar, and circles of power ripples spread wantonly. The Zhandi Spirit Fist was shattered by the silver giant's sword, and it once again clung to the body without fear of death.

"This sentence is a bit interesting. Cultivation can never represent combat power. I deeply agree with this."

Lin Dong smiled brighter and brighter as he looked at the War Emperor who was being entwined by the spiritual giant.

"Come out, Dragon of Imagination!"

The next moment, the space rippled rapidly. Under the gaze of thousands of horrified eyes, a silver-white dragon with no end in sight covered the sky and sun, winding and stretching in the void of that stalwart figure.

That kind of extremely terrifying aura, even if it was as strong as the Emperor of War, he couldn't help but be moved.

"Dragon of fantasy, swallow him!"

Lin Dong raised his arm and pointed at the ugly-looking War Emperor from a distance.

For the latter, it is really a wave of ups and downs!

"Roar!!!"

The imaginary dragon who received the command let out a deep roar, and then flicked its tail flexibly, blasting the air, tearing apart the void, and swooping down in an outrageous posture.

"Damn it, isn't it possible that your spirit power is endless?!"

The clumsy Zhanhuang had no choice but to blast back the spiritual giant with one punch, and bit the bullet to meet the crazily swooping fantasy dragon.

"The Emperor of War's supernatural powers, the Emperor of War holds the hand of the sky!"

A total of 800 million battle patterns surged out from under his body, and the sky-filled battle patterns quickly compressed a huge hand of the battle patterns, and slapped the silver-white dragon with a first-class posture that covered the sky and the sun.

"clang!!"

The sound of gold and iron clanging resounded, sparks scattered all over the sky, and the fantasy dragon that was slapped away by the palm shook its huge dragon head nonchalantly, and swooped down again amidst the extremely gloomy face of the War Emperor.

With the spiritual giant holding the silver and white holy sword high, they are in a double attack!

(End of this chapter)