In Seclusion For 100,000 Years, My Descendants Ask Me To Come Out

Damn it!

Who in the end is shooting Da Zhou!

This kind of strength is simply stronger than the Great Zhou ancestor.

Could it be... it's Dawu!

Thinking of this, the national teacher's face was extremely pale, and he murmured: "I didn't expect, after all, I lost."

Immediately, the national teacher simply removed the Spirit Power that was protecting his body and waited for Death to come.

He knew that in the face of such great power, he could not escape death at all, not only him, but the entire palace would not escape death.

"Do not!"

King Zhou roared back to the light, and the whole person was almost crazy.

"No! I can't die yet! I haven't ruled the Northern Wilderness yet, how can I die like this, I'm not reconciled!"

As soon as the words fell, King Zhou suddenly thought of something, staggered to the secret room, and murmured:

"Yes, Old Ancestor, there must be a way to find Old Ancestor!"

King Zhou knew very well that under this giant, he had no hope of living.

Right now, we can only look for the old ancestor, but the old ancestor was not in the palace at this time, but went to Sacred Land to be a guest.

After a few breaths, King Zhou came to the secret room and found a delicate jade talisman.

boom!

After crushing the jade talisman, Zhou Wang trembled and urged: "Quick, connect with the ancestors quickly!"

But in extreme panic, Zhou Wang couldn't control Spirit Power at all, which caused Divine Sense to transmit very slowly.

Suddenly, an old voice that was not angry and mighty sounded.

"What's the matter."

After hearing this familiar voice, King Zhou felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, changed his humble tone, and hurriedly said: "Patriarch save..."

Boom!

Before the words were finished, the palm of the sky fell in an instant, the entire Beihuang was shaking, the heaven and the earth changed in an instant, and all kinds of crying and wailing continued to sound.

"No!" Zhou Wang's eyes widened and he roared with a piercing heart, his eyes were full of remorse and unwillingness.

The national teacher was paralyzed on the ground, and the old tears murmured: "Senior brother, after all, I was wrong."

Over the palace, there was lightning and thunder, and countless Spirit Powers were gathering frantically, destroying everything in the palace one by one.

As for the palm in the sky, there is no way to describe its horror in any words.

At this moment, what formations, guardians, and ten generals are all ants under the palm of their hands.

boom!

After a roar, the Great Zhou Dynasty completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Ninety-nine golden dragons suddenly appeared in the air, and they fled to various places in Beihuang.

Who would have thought that the once-prosperous and ambitious Da Zhou would be completely destroyed at this moment.

There was not a single corpse in the palace, as if King Zhou and others did not exist.

On this day, the entire Northern Wilderness was completely boiling. Whether it was ordinary people or Dazhou officials, they all saw a scene that made them unforgettable.

Big week, gone!

What is the fate of the real dragon, the son of heaven, who dominates the northern wasteland and disappears.

...

Meanwhile, the big Martial King faces into the back garden.

Chen Xuan sat in front of the stone table and tasted Yuquan Divine Brew, feeling very uncomfortable.

At this moment, Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang trembled, looking at Chen Xuan with panic in their eyes, and asked with difficulty:

"Master, you just..."

Halfway through speaking, Hei Wuchang did not dare to ask any more questions.

fear!

horrible!

Although the two of them knew that the master was strong, they didn't expect it to be so strong!

The owner's palm alone can't help but make their scalps numb and shudder.

Chen Xuan took a sip of Yuquan Divine Brew and said calmly, "Just deal with some ants."

Since Old Ancestor Da Zhou took action against his descendants, of course he has to return it.

You bully my descendants, and I bully your descendants.

Treat people with their own way.

Chen Xuan nodded secretly, this sentence couldn't be more appropriate here.

Suddenly, a pleasant voice sounded: "Ancestor, Qing'er is here to find you."

Chen Xuan followed the reputation and saw Wu Wanqing wearing a white martial arts uniform, with a smile on her beautiful face.

Since the resentment dragon poison in the body was eliminated by the ancestors.

Wu Wanqing seemed to be a different person.

Not to mention that he could finally endure the torture of the resentful dragon poison, his father also regained his arms.

People are in good spirits at happy events, and now Wu Wanqing always has a beautiful smile on her face.

"Thank you, ancestor, for your kindness and virtue, Qing'er will never forget it." Wu Wanqing knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Chen Xuan three times.

She respects her ancestors from the bottom of her heart.

It is not an exaggeration to say that what the ancestor did to her father and daughter was a re-creation.

"Get up." Chen Xuan smiled, and a gentle Spirit Power lifted Wu Wanqing up.

Looking at the beautiful girl in front of him, Chen Xuan couldn't help comparing her to Luo Qingcheng.

Both of them are beautiful in appearance, but Wu Wanqing has a little more temperament than Luo Qingcheng, which may be related to her true dragon luck.

Luo Qingcheng was a little more agile than her.

As expected of his own descendants, one race one by one.

"Well, yes, cultivation has already broken through to the third rank of concentration in one day." Chen Xuan said.

Wu Wanqing nodded excitedly and said excitedly: "That is, with an ancestor like you, my talent will naturally not be bad. Of course, there is also the credit of Zhenlong Qi Luck."

This is true. Without the luck of the real dragon, Wu Wanqing's progress would not have been so fast.

The resentful dragon poison has been accumulating resentment in the body for a long time, and the spiritual veins have long been eroded.

However, with the blessing of the real dragon's luck, it is not only faster than ordinary people to absorb Spirit Power.

Looking at Wu Wanqing's excited expression, Chen Xuan smiled and shook his head.

"As my descendants, you have to remember that your horizons should not be too narrow. What kind of real dragon luck is not worthy of my descendants."

what?

Can't the real dragon's luck match?

Old Ancestor is not joking.

If the real dragon's luck is really weak, then Da Zhou doesn't have to put the dragon's poison on himself.

Nor does he plan to cultivate the acquired naive dragon spirit.

Chen Xuan smiled lightly, naturally seeing Wu Wanqing's doubts.

Roar!

A dragon roar suddenly sounded, causing Wu Wanqing to tremble.

"Ancestor, this, this?" Wu Wanqing subconsciously exclaimed strangely.

Just because in Chen Xuan's hands, there is an extra five-clawed golden dragon with golden light all over his body!

"This is the luck of the golden dragon, which is much better than the luck of your real dragon."

After saying that, Chen Xuan smiled slightly and forced the golden dragon in his hand into Wu Wanqing's body.

The latter's strength exploded, and waves of dragon roars came out, and the entire Great Martial King was shaking slightly.

"This, this is!"

Wu Wanqing's apricot eyes were round, and her beautiful eyes were full of disbelief.

The strength of own has actually broken through to the peak of the spiritual realm!

And the most important thing is that the real dragon luck originally in his body has turned into a golden dragon at this moment!

There is only one person in Ten Thousand Years who has the luck of the golden dragon.

That is the Golden Dragon Emperor of thousands of worlds!

Suddenly, a five-clawed golden dragon hovered above Wu Wanqing's head, protecting her well.

"I originally thought that this little golden dragon would eat ashes in my storage ring, but I didn't expect it to see the light of day again." Chen Xuan laughed.

The five-clawed golden dragon is useless to ordinary people and cannot be integrated into it.

Without that kind of aptitude, it is naturally impossible to have the emperor's life.

But the luck of the golden dragon is different for Wu Wanqing, who has the luck of the real dragon.

Not only is the destiny stronger than the real dragon's luck, Wu Wanqing will give birth to a kind of emperor over time as time goes on.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly appeared in Chen Xuan's mind.

"Ding, congratulations to Host for completing the achievement of the Four Heavenly Heroes of China, reward Host, judge."