Supreme Martial Dao

Yes, at the moment, when the sea is gone, the two figures appearing in the palace, one of them is not a magic dance.

I have left the Tian Xuan mainland for a period of time, and entered the magical dance in the battlefield. This time, I even returned to the Tian Xuan mainland. This is even something that Ling war and Qing Tianqiu do not know.

They will not know that the magic dance is in this palace. All the grievances of Wang Chen and the Haizu, the last way to resolve this, is the credit of the magic dance.

Beside the magic dance, there is still a man who looks young and incomparable.

A cyan gown is what makes this man look good.

In this large and quiet palace, these two figures are so quiet at the moment.

"I have done what you asked."

With these two figures appearing, the man in a blue gown said to the magic dance around him.

At this point, the look of the man watching the illusion is somewhat complicated.

Wang Chen, this guy with his hands covered with blood of the sea, the sea is boundless, they want to kill Wang Chen, this man does not want to, as a sea of ​​protection, the sea has suffered such a shame, how can he Not angry, how could he be willing to let Wang Chen enter the sea eye, but in the end he did it, and all the reasons are in the magic dance.

Looking at the woman in the white dress next to her, the man in the green shirt is complex.

"After entering the sea eye, it is death or alive, how many chances can you get, and you will see his own."

When I think of Wang Chen who entered the sea eye, the man in the green shirt wrinkled and continued.

"I know."

When I heard the man in the green shirt, the magic dance said faintly.

The sound is like an empty valley, and the quiet palace is instantly rich and colorful.

"You can tell me who he is now."

Looking at the indifference of the illusion, the blue-shirted man’s brow wrinkled and asked quietly.

"You should have guessed it."

The fantasy dance looked back at the man in the green shirt and said with a blank expression.

嘶...

When I heard the words of the illusion dance, the man in the green shirt suddenly shrank a little, revealing a faint look.

"Sure enough, it is him, the inheritor of the true blood, he actually came back."

The next moment, the green shirt men look a bit ugly.

The true God, this is definitely the name that the Hai people are most reluctant to hear.

In the early days of the ancient times, it was not because of the reason of the true **** and the demon **** that their sea gods were suppressed, and the sea people fell into the fall of the endless years.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chen is a descendant of the true God.

Although, in the moment of getting the token that the magic dance gave him, the man in the green shirt has already felt something faintly, but this moment he was confirmed by the magic dance, he still could not calm down.

"This is the eighth generation."

After stunned, as if thinking of something, the man asked.

The eighth generation, this is the eighth generation of true God.

Yes, this may not even be clear to everyone in Tian Xuan's mainland and the Devil's Circle. However, as one of the Hai's law-protection, the T-shirt man is very clear.

So, Wang Chen is the eighth descendant of the true God.

As for why he is so clear, it is because, before Wang Chen, he has seen the descendants of seven true gods, and all seven have entered the sea eye.

The sea and the gods had an agreement that the devil did not know.

Every **** of the true God can enter the sea eye to experience it once, and now, the token he gave to him in his hand is a voucher.

This kind of token, now has the eighth block in the sea, and this eighth piece is sent by the magic dance, let Wang Chen enter the certificate of the sea eye experience.

Otherwise, how can the sea of ​​the sacred sea of ​​the Tang Dynasty be allowed to enter Wang Chen.

With the threat of Qing Tianqiu and Ling War, how can the Hais compromise?

It is also because of that token that the Haizu finally retreated in the hatred of the Wang family.

Because, that is an agreement, that agreement, contains too many things, and such things, only the six elders of their ages in the sea know.

As for the sea and other people, I don’t know.

Wang Chen is the eighth true god's successor...

Thinking of this, the man in the green shirt is locked up.

He seems to be thinking about something.

"The eighth generation of descendants."

When I heard the man in the green shirt, there was a faint look in the eyes of the illusion, and she murmured herself.

"No, it should be the ninth, the ninth person who has the blood of the true God."

Afterwards, a flash of light flashed through the eyes of the illusion, and she muttered in her heart.

At this moment, the corner of the magic dance reveals a bright smile.

The smile seems to be able to melt this piece of heaven and earth in general, and it’s amazing.

There was even a moment when the man in the green shirt could not help but have some disappointment.

Just, that bright smile, but after all, it was short-lived. After only a moment, the magic dance restored the calm here.

She looked at the deepest part of the battle, as if she wanted to deepen her eyes into the sea eye of the legend. She was full of expectation of confidence, and he was full of expectations for Wang Chen.

The magic dance believes that Wang Chen will not have an accident and will not disappoint.

"I should go."

After a long time, I took back my eyes and looked at the Qingshan man around me. The magic dance took a deep breath and said softly: "The sea gods of your sea people seem to have appeared."

The words of the fantasy dance made the man in the green shirt look like a stunned look, but soon, the man was calm, and he showed a bitter smile: "You know It seems that if we abandon the original agreement, you will destroy this descendant, isn't it, with your strength, now he can't resist."

The green shirt man looks strange.

"You are very clear, if he is in trouble, your Poseidon can't live, I know very well, you have no courage to abandon the original agreement."

The magic dance glanced at him, and the green shirt man said coldly. When he said this, the magic dance was filled with a strong self-confidence.

The voice fell, she turned and walked outside the palace, but did not look at the green shirt man.

Until the illusion dance disappeared into the palace, the blue-shirt man turned and looked in the direction of the illusion.

There was a bitter smile in his mouth, and his eyes became a bit stunned: "Is it so gone, still, isn't it, I don't deserve to let you have a look, you will feel so impatient when you look at it. You were like this 3,000 years ago. Now, as always, maybe, I have little dust in your eyes, but how do you know, this time, I am under pressure for this token." /

Speaking of this, the face of the man in the green shirt is a little behind, and he has fallen into a long silence.

"Perhaps, only that warfare can show you the smile of the city. Only in front of the war, you are like a narcissus in full bloom, but you know, he has fallen, no longer the world." Up..."

I don't know how long it took, the man sighed in a faint sigh, his body flashed, disappeared in the same place, inside the palace, leaving an endless embarrassment.

......

Wang Chen doesn't know how long he has slept.

Until the pain of the whole body tearing, he can no longer bear it.

Rao is in a state of drowsiness. At this time, he couldn’t help but make a scream. Until this moment, Wang Chen was considered to have come back.

"噗噗噗..."

In the first time Wang Chen woke up, in addition to feeling endless pain, he saw the blood floating.

The blood is the blood on his body.

Ah...

A scream came, and at this moment, Wang Chen’s flesh and blood began to crack.

Unconsciously looked around and Wang Chen was even more worried.

At this moment, he doesn't know where he is.

A gray part of the surrounding, endless winds sweeping, endless waves slap.

Every mad wind swept through, as if the knives had crossed the skin of Wang Chen. Every time the waves of the waves beat, Wang Chen felt that the mountains were coming to him.

咔咔咔...

Under this kind of force, there was a dull voice in Wang Chen’s body.

This is the sound of bone struggle and sorrow.

噗噗噗...

There was also a shrill sound, which was the sound of flesh and blood.

"Sea Eye."

Feeling this, the first time, Wang Chen is as if he realized what.

Sea eye.

This moment, no accident, he should be in the sea.

The surrounding area is gray and should be inside the sea eye.

On this side, Wang Chen felt the atmosphere of the incomparable strong mother water.

"Not good."

Not waiting for Wang Chen to think more, but also a series of severe pains, let Wang Chen return to God.

At this moment, Wang Chen’s look became extremely dignified. He knew that now he is in an extremely dangerous situation. Even every second, it seems that several pure Yang strong people are attacking him. Come, even the damage caused by these squalls and waves is not inferior to the damage that a pure Yang late strong can bring to Wang Chen.

Aware of this, Wang Chen’s face became paler and paler.

"Tianling."

Strongly enduring the pain of the whole body, Wang Chen quickly angered.

Tianling... The first time, Wang Chen chose to sacrifice the heavenly order.

At this moment, only this thing can bring help to Wang Chen, and can help him to alleviate the violent winds and waves that swept the four sides.

嗡...

With the day of the sacrifice, a golden light spreads open.

In a moment, this golden light is a huge glass cover that protects Wang Chen.

Booming...

A burst of gusts of wind swept over the glazed hood, and a burst of waves slammed over the glazed hood, which brought a burst of horrible roar.

The power of chaos is continuously injected into the glass cover, and Wang Chen suffers an unimaginable impact.

Even if there is a natural sanctuary, even if the strength is applied to the limit, under such impact, Wang Chen's mouth is still overflowing with a trace of blood.

Know that, with the strength of Wang Chen today, after the sacrifice of the heavenly order, his defensive power is not inferior to the late Qiangqiang strong, but at this moment, Wang Chen is what awkward.

At this moment, Wang Chen finally understood why the ordinary sea people could not enter the sea eye.

This passage to the depths of the sea eye contains such a huge murder. This is definitely not the ordinary pure strong can resist.

Even, the strongest of the late pure Yang can't resist.

The power of chaos in the body is constantly being consumed, and the energy source of the external mother water is constantly being incorporated into the heavenly order by Wang Chen.

At this moment, Wang Chen is like a lonely boat in the storm, turbulent, ups and downs, there is always the danger of silence, and there is always the danger of being swallowed by the waves.

Until after the experience of not knowing how many times on the edge of death, until the power of chaos in Wang Chen almost disappeared, until Wang Chen even had a despair, finally there was a glimmer of light in front.

The appearance of this glimmer of light made Wang Chen’s heart suddenly excited.

Almost the last bit of strength, Wang Chen under the protection of the heavens, rushed out of the last danger, into the dawn...