The Return of the Martial Ancestor

Chapter 523

"It's such a pure real dragon spirit. It is said that Martial Ancestor has something to do with the Daqian True Dragon Clan. It seems that this statement is true."

Looking at the immovable green dragon bell, Zong Ze's eyes flashed with astonishment, and he grasped it with his palm, and an unusually sharp golden long sword emerged immediately.

The Golden Feather Sword was refined by Zong Ze from a piece of divine feather that was cut from his own body. It has been nourished for thousands of years, and it is comparable to a top-notch holy object.

"break!"

As Zong Ze slashed down with the golden plume and feather sword, the nine phantoms of the green dragon that had repeatedly blocked the way collapsed instantly, but there was no one in the green dragon clock.

"Huh? Not good..."

Seeing this, Zong Ze's pupils shrank suddenly, and without thinking, he directly activated the Kunpeng clan's innate magical powers to tear apart the space and walk away.

"call out!"

At the same time, a broken blade as bright as silver appeared behind Zongze like a maggot on the tarsus bone, cutting dangerously across the top of his head, and a strand of fragments flew up.

"I almost forgot the innate supernatural powers of the Kunpeng clan. You are also very good at space, but I was careless."

A stalwart figure emerged from the void strangely.

"It is rumored that Martial Ancestor is in charge of eight spiritual power attributes at the same time, but I didn't expect that it also includes the extremely rare space attribute."

Zong Ze's complexion became serious little by little.

"This thing is more refined than much."

Lin Dong smiled perfunctorily, a bright light burst out from his eyes, he clenched his right fist suddenly, and raised his hand to strike out the powerful blow that had been brewing for a long time.

"Eight Desolation Liuhe Emperor Extreme Fist!"

With one punch, the space within a radius of several thousand feet suddenly collapsed, and a vast picture scroll of Kyushu suddenly unfolded in the vast void. Inside, there are majestic holy mountains, stretches of the Milky Way, prehistoric alien species, and ancient ancestors, revealing everywhere. With the air of ancient wildness.

Reproduce the age of mythology, the shadow of the ancient Kyushu mountains and rivers!

"Peerless supernatural powers, God-slashing wings!"

Sensing the danger approaching, Zong Ze transformed himself into a huge golden Kunpeng body that was thousands of meters long, and cut off its wings like a knife.

"call out!"

The golden sword light, which was too dazzling to look directly at, turned into a golden light, piercing the sky and tearing the earth apart. Before the attack arrived, a gigantic fissure of thousands of feet had been torn out on the earth, pitch black and deep.

"boom!"

The slowly unfolding ancient Kyushu picture scroll was suppressed with a bang, and instantly shattered the sky-shattering sword glow, turning into thousands of golden spots and melting into the air.

"What? The supernatural powers of our town have no effect?!"

The ancient Kunpeng was startled, and immediately vibrated his wings to tear the void, and then tried to use his natural supernatural powers to escape from this suppression.

"receive!"

As the song fell softly, the light of the Kyushu picture scroll that almost covered the entire world immediately burst into flames. With a loud "bang", the ancient Kunpeng that was about to escape was instantly fixed, and it was included in the picture scroll at the speed of light.

Under the gaze of the sky, I saw a miniature Kunpeng being suppressed under an ancient holy mountain in the mighty picture scroll of Kyushu, struggling constantly.

No matter how he uses his magical powers to destroy the holy mountain on his back, there will always be another even bigger holy mountain coming from outside the sky to suppress it again.

The picture went back and forth like this, and soon, the mini Kunpeng gave up struggling.

"Brother Lin, I have lost this game, please let me out."

Under the ancient holy mountain, a humanized wry smile appeared on the face of the miniature Kunpeng, and a gentle voice sounded from the outside world.

"As it should be."

Lin Dong readily complied, and with a flick of his finger, the scroll of Kyushu shattered.

The miniature Kunpeng suppressed by the ancient holy mountain in the picture scroll was also freed, transformed into a tall figure in green shirt.

"Brother Zong, offended."

Master Wuzu humbled himself and pleaded guilty.

"No, it's brother Lin who is superior. To tell you the truth, brother Lin, although I gave you three points of courtesy before, most of it was because of Daqiangong's face."

"After all, as the peak of the immortal rank, my next step is to attack the holy rank. Looking at the great world, I always thought that except for the arrogance of the real dragon and the true phoenix, no one can compare with me. I don't want to be defeated by you today! hands."

Zong Ze quickly helped Lin Dong up, with a bitter smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Well, Brother Zong, don't worry, you'll get used to this kind of thing."

After thinking carefully for a moment, Lin Dong replied.

Zong Ze: "..."

"Wow, the Martial Ancestor of this extreme southern land is really strong, even the most powerful existence of our generation, Young Master Zongze, can defeat him. I really want to mate with him."

"Give up, brat, there are four mistresses on the bright side of the Wujing, all of them are peerless, you are not pretty enough."

"Kun Ling'er is really lucky..."

Seeing this, the older female youths of the Kunpeng tribe turned into idiots and jerks one after another, chattering non-stop.

As one of the heroines involved, Miss Kun Ling'er was obviously very happy in her heart, but on the surface she had to pretend not to care, for fear of accidentally laughing out of her body, the corners of her mouth were crazily raised.

"Brother Lin, don't rush to leave now. You haven't tasted the elegance of my Kunpeng world. Besides, you can beat me in the martial arts arena, but you may not be able to beat me in the wine arena. Come and drink with me."

With a wave of the young patriarch Zong Ze's hand, many good guys from the Kunpeng tribe immediately rushed up, dragging Lin Dong to the wine shop.

On that day, Wuzu stayed overnight in Kunpeng Realm and got very drunk.

The next day, Wu Zu and his wife returned home exhausted.

......

After Lin Dong brought the silly lady who had run away from home back to the Martial Realm, he immediately began to retreat.

His spiritual power cultivation has reached the peak of the middle stage of the immortal rank, and it is time for him to launch an impact on the later stage of the immortal rank. The eight ancient masters who have comprehended the power of the rules of the world have all stepped into the immortal rank, which is quite stimulating to him.

However, Lin Dong's attention this time will definitely not be successful.

After retreating for less than a month, he was forcibly awakened from the state of retreat.

"Boom!"

Deep in the Martial Ancestor Hall, a secret place was opened.

As the retreat place of the Lord of the Martial Realm, anyone who can approach here is the highest level core of the Martial Realm. For example, this time, the person who came was Ling Qingzhu, the mistress of the Martial Realm.

"Qingzhu, what happened? Is the army of the evil race from outside the territory opposite my martial state moving? Or is it some other super power that doesn't have a good eye?"

A slender figure walked out of the quiet room unhurriedly.

It must be a matter of utmost urgency to be able to forcibly wake him up from the state of cultivation during his retreat.

"Husband, let's see for yourself."

The cool and beautiful lady in the white dress raised her slender hands and handed over a battle report.

Lin Dong took over the battle report. There were not many words on it, but each one was of great significance:

In order to enhance his personal prestige, the new head of the Moha tribe, the head of the five primordial gods, led an army to launch a surprise attack on the Endless Fire Field, which is becoming more and more like the third holy land of refining medicine, with the intention of annexing it.

His Majesty Emperor Yan did not ask for help from our department, whether to abide by the alliance agreement and fully send troops to support the Endless Fire Field.

This is an urgent message from Wujing's branch in Endless Fireland.

(End of this chapter)