Fengshen Wendaoxing

In the chaos, the Ancestral Dragon, whose body was winding for tens of thousands of miles, stared at Haotian with twinkling dragon eyes.

"The tone is wrong..."

Zu Long said in a deep voice, this is not like Haotian in his memory.

"It's still talking nonsense, Zulong, come to fight."

Lu Chuan said loudly, Crossing Chaos refused to give Zulong a chance to investigate the truth.

What is the truth?

The truth is that Emperor Haotian left just like that, and he faked this by scaring Kunpeng away.

If there is really a plan to catch the turtle in the urn, then Haotian will not leave him any plan of the Eight Immortals.

"I trust you!"

Thinking of the last four words on the scroll, Haotian's smile seemed to be right in front of his eyes, and Lu Chuan couldn't help but want to curse.

Zulong, Kunpeng, and him are all strong men at the peak of the ancestral realm, and their cultivation bases are almost the same. The only difference is their respective Dao and Dharma.

Lu Chuan is not without the courage to fight against two masters by himself, but it will be a lot of fun if he turns over when he just became the emperor of heaven, so it's better to be steady.

"Zulong, fight!"

Lu Chuan's eyes were golden, full of fighting spirit, his hair was full of crystal, and his breath was as vast as the ocean, stepping forward in the chaos with fists and stamps.

His stature skyrocketed with every step down, and his dharma body became infinite when he fell nine steps down, and the breath of immortality flowed through his body.

clatter...

A great river of time and space wraps around its body, accompanied by the law of yin and yang and the five elements, and there are booming sounds in every gesture, as if it wants to open up this chaos and open up a new world.

Once the dharma body of the ancestral realm is released, it is incomparably too large to be used in the Three Realms, but in this chaos they can fight without any scruples.

The new Heavenly Emperor attacked, and the scene was as if the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. Zulong's huge body suddenly exerted strength with a long roar, and swung its giant tail that was flowing with chaotic energy, and an inexplicable breath flowed from the tail.

Boom!

When the fist print and the huge dragon tail meet, it is like two big suns colliding together. The dazzling brilliance seems to illuminate eternity, and the scene is too shocking.

"Come!"

The two fought in the chaos, one after another supernatural powers exploded in the collision, releasing countless blazing beams, as if the universe was born at the beginning.

The laws of Yin-Yang and Five Elements are entangled and strangled. Although these Taos are not their choice, they have also involved their own means to attack.

Boom!

A sharp dragon claw shattered the chaos and collided with the palm of the Emperor of Heaven. The flames splattered, and the burst of power fluctuated and oscillated a nearby chaotic area, where the clear and turbid air were separating, and the stones in the chaos were shattering.

This scene is too amazing, but unfortunately, no one will see it.

No, someone can see it.

In the depths of the chaos far, far away, a pair of hidden eyes watched the battle quietly.

"Zhenwu kid, it's ridiculous to try to hide this from the old man with just a trick!"

Kunpeng's eyes flashed brightly: "Zu Long didn't cooperate with me sincerely. He wants to try the way of the Emperor of Heaven. Why doesn't this old man want to? Who let there be only one Emperor of Heaven? I'll go out to pick up the bargain when they both lose..."

In any case, he is also a long-standing existence that has lived for countless years.

Don't treat anyone as a fool when they reach their level, or they will find that they are the biggest fool in the end.

No matter what he said, Kunpeng was a top existence among the congenital saints, with his own arrogance, even if the real Haotian came, he would never run away so embarrassingly.

It's just that he and Zulong are both collaborators and competitors.

This guy Zu Long is a ruthless character who doesn't even let go of his brother's bones. How can he not be more careful when he cooperates with such a guy?

Between the lightning and the flint, the two supreme beings fought hundreds of times in the chaos.

An invisible phantom of the Taiji diagram around Lu Chuan slowly circulated and stood in the chaos. His body collided with sparks and splashed.

"This kid's physical body..."

Kunpeng's expression in the dark was startled. These innate sages were born with the destiny of heaven and earth. They are blessed with such a powerful body.

And this Heavenly Emperor was born in the human race among the acquired souls of the human race. Although he has more wisdom than other acquired races, his body is still as fragile as an ant.

But at this moment, when he was fighting against people, he was physically disadvantaged...

When Kunpeng was feeling emotional, suddenly, a change occurred.

When Lu Chuan's Heavenly Emperor's Palm collided with the dragon's tail again, suddenly, Lu Chuan, who had the upper hand, staggered back, with blood on the corner of his mouth, and a surprised expression.

Lu Chuan looked at the giant tail of the ancestral dragon, and there were two strange fluctuations circulating at this moment.

Lu Chuan sensed it, and said word by word in a deep voice: "Zongdao Dao!"

The beginning and the end represent two opposite roads, just like white and black, yin and yang.

"I... underestimated you."

Lu Chuan's expression was slightly condensed: "It turns out that you have also practiced two avenues."

Zulong is the ancestor of the dragon clan, so he always thought that the way Zulong practiced was the way of origin.

This beginning and end is like the beginning and end of a thing.

"The Dao of the beginning is the Dao of my elder brother Shilong, and the Dao of the end is mine."

Zulong sneered and said: "I melted his keel to obtain his Dao fruit, fellow practitioners of the two avenues, the Emperor of Heaven, if it wasn't for luring you into the bait, do you think you can beat me?"

"It turned out to be like this..."

Lu Chuan understood, and sighed: "The Dragon Clan respects you as the first ancestor. I didn't expect to worship the wrong person. You don't care about the life and death of the Dragon Clan at all."

Just like other races, two innate dragons were born after the first opening of the world.

Shilong was born to carry the original avenue of creation, so he later created the dragon clan, but Zulong carried the way of the end, which may also indicate that the dragon clan will end because of him.

"Damn it, this bastard actually hides such a trick..."

Kunpeng cursed secretly, back then the Zulong ran rampant in the prehistoric world, but now the fellow practitioners who terminated the Dao would be more than one plus one equals two.

"The world is mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric, what is a small race created in front of the Great Dao?"

Zulong said indifferently: "If it's gone, just create another one. I have lived for countless years, how could I care about blood and race, and creating a race at will is a piece of cake."

"I really hope that your son and grandson will listen to your words."

Lu Chuan said that it is indeed difficult to replace these innate and sacred ideas with acquired ideas.

The congenital and sacred are born with luck, blessed by nature, and have an endless lifespan. There is no need for acquired creatures to multiply and prolong their lives because of their short lifespan.

"Stop talking nonsense, countless opponents have died in my hands for endless years."

Zu Long's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said coldly: "But there is no Heavenly Emperor yet, today I want to taste the Dao Fruit of your new Heavenly Emperor..."

"Try!"

Lu Chuan only had two words. The imperial crown and robe on his body disappeared, and a black and crystal long spear appeared in his hand, which seemed to have a kind of magic.

Originally, he thought that Zulong, the ancestor of the dragon clan, wanted to lead the dragon clan to rise.

Now he found that the Dragon Clan worshiped the wrong ancestor.

This ancestor dragon doesn't care about the life and death of the dragon clan at all, this guy only cares about himself.

"Isn't this gun destroyed..."

Zu Long's eyes suddenly changed and his voice changed: "Why is it in your hands?"

This is a legendary weapon, and it is also his nightmare.

He especially remembered that when the battle between the three clans was exhausted at the end, an unrivaled phantom appeared from the horizon, holding a magic spear in his hand, he shot a phoenix like killing a chicken, like killing a dog, and a unicorn, like killing a snake...

That time he was nailed to death by this gun.

The appearance of this gun today awakened a very bad memory in him, and his soul felt a little chilly.

"This gun...are you afraid?"

Lu Chuan raised his eyebrows, because of the karma between this gun and Kunpeng.

But now he knows that Kunpeng is not the original owner of this gun, this gun belongs to the demon ancestor of the founder of the demon world, and that is also the old enemy of his ancestor before he became enlightened.

Legend has it that in the final battle of the Great Dao Contest, his patriarch killed this powerful enemy, thus proving that Hunyuan became the first Heavenly Venerable after Kaitian.

Zu Long just stared at the black gun, trying to calm himself down.

"Don't be afraid, that devil is dead, it's useless for him to have this gun..."

Zu Long warned himself in his heart, but the fear from his soul could not be suppressed.

Then, at this moment, Lu Chuan suddenly moved.

A huge Dharma image appeared in front of Zulong in an instant, and stabbed Zulong's head with a spear.

Although I don't know what happened, but we all know that he has always been very capable of seizing opportunities, and he has always thoroughly implemented the six-character mantra that would kill him while he was sick.

"hold head high!"

Zulong couldn't dodge in time, a chaotic bone dragon rushed out from between his brows and met the black spear. Lu Chuan looked indifferent, and the spear came out like a dragon. In an instant, hundreds of spears stabbed the bone dragon, and the loud noise shook the chaos.

Ding!

When the hundredth spear Lu Chuan pierced the bone dragon's eyebrows, the bone dragon let out a wail, and exploded like fireworks with a bang.

"die."

Lu Chuan's eyes were cold, and he stabbed at Zulong again.

"What?"

Zulong was frightened by the gun so much that his mood became turbulent and he wanted to retreat. Now that his talisman was destroyed, he finally lost his soul and lost all fighting spirit. He turned around and ran, and the huge dragon body crossed the chaos.

"You, you can't run away."

Lu Chuan's expression was cold and murderous, as long as he killed this guy and subdued the Dragon Clan, it would not be difficult.

If it wasn't necessary, he would never want to destroy a race, not to mention that he had some friendship with the Dragon Race.

There are three main unstable factors in the Three Realms right now.

One is the Zulong and the Dragon Clan, the other is the Yao Clan, and the third is the Kunpeng.

Once Zulong gets rid of the dragon clan, he will naturally not be obsessed with it.

Lu Chuan glanced left and right at Chaos as if he was waiting for something, but in the end he could only sigh. He flipped over a rolled-up painting and threw it forward. With a bang, the painting turned into a golden bridge and stretched in front of Zulong.

No matter how far Zulong runs, the bridge will always be beside him.

"Tai Chi diagram?"

Kunpeng's eyeballs were about to pop out of shock, and his back felt cold: "This bastard...was you looking for me just now?!"

He said why Lu Chuan took out the Taiji diagram and looked reluctant, and was still looking for something around, but finally he was a little disappointed.

Now he seems to understand.

Lu Chuan stepped on the bridge and crossed the chaos to catch up with Zulong. He swept the magic spear in his hand and directly swept Zulong away.

The two fought again, but Zulong had no fighting spirit at this moment. It can be said that he was defeated the moment Lu Chuan took out the gun.

"This gun..."

Suddenly, Lu Chuan frowned when he realized that the gun was absorbing the blood left after he injured Zulong.

This gun really has an uncontrollable magic.

Taking this opportunity, Zulong turned around and ran away in embarrassment. The destruction of his talisman reminded him of the scene of being crucified.

revenge?

It doesn't exist, the original owner of this gun is too strong for him to have any intention of revenge, not to mention he is dead now.

Wouldn't it be nice if you can't beat your opponent and outlive them?

"Hmph!" Lu Chuan sneered and raised his hand to put away the magic gun. With a light step on his foot, the Golden Light Bridge followed Zulong like a tarsal maggot.

"ah!"

Zulong looked at the bridge he was chasing and almost went crazy.

boom!

This time Lu Chuan punched his fist and rushed up like a vast ocean, and finally, this time the ancestor dragon was blown up abruptly, and the dragon's horns, dragon scales, and dragon blood were scattered in the chaos.

A ray of primordial spirit flew away towards the distance.

"Heavenly Emperor, although I am defeated, you cannot kill me..."

Zulong's voice came: "I will come back."

"I welcome."

Just as Lu Chuan was about to chase after him, he looked at the dragon horns and dragon scales scattered in the chaos, and smiled: "Welcome to come again next time... to give away treasures!"

The Ancestral Realm is hard to kill. The last time the Demon Lord was killed was a group of them who were born in the Ancestral Realm and hadn't been killed on the spot. You can see how much effort he took to defeat the Ancestral Realm of the Ancestral Dragon.

The primordial spirit of the ancestral realm is immortal and very difficult to kill. In addition, there is a third point, the Eight Immortals.

Zulong's previous rank was too high, Haotian said that the Eight Immortals restrained Zulong, isn't it a joke!

Even if the Eight Immortals are all Da Luo Jinxians, there is no chance.

But now Zulong's tuba has been abolished by him and he can only practice the trumpet, and the Eight Immortals are the God-blessed Ouhuang. At that time, it will depend on whether the king returns or Ouhuang wins.

As for him...

Lu Chuan sighed and felt a headache. The Three Realms still had a lot of things to deal with.

With a thought, his imperial tower flew out and collected all the dragon's horns, dragon scales, and blood essence of the ancestor dragon into the tower, not a single drop was left.

"I'm going too!"

Lu Chuan left after receiving the Taiji diagram.

"Finally gone."

Kunpeng couldn't calm down for a long time, and today's battle was too scary.

No, to be precise, Lu Chuan's backhand is too scary.

When the chaos returned to calm and Kunpeng was about to come out, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air.

"Strange, did Kunpeng really leave?"

Lu Chuan scanned all directions with fiery eyes: "It shouldn't be. With his suspicious personality, he shouldn't leave. Why didn't those who would stay to watch the battle come out..."

Kunpeng broke out in cold sweat: "I @#￥......"

This bastard is really fucking trying to catch them all!

Lu Chuan couldn't find Kunpeng and could only leave disappointed.

After this day, Kunpeng never returned to the Three Realms.