I'm an Ancestor In Fantasy

In this chaos, Lin Xuan fled for several months before he could completely get rid of this demon god, and he could no longer feel the other party's aura.

However, out of caution, he didn't dare to relax in the slightest, and his speed didn't slow down by even half an inch. After flying for a full ten years, he finally slowed down and emerged from the chaos again. .

With his speed, the ordinary middle Shendu may not be able to catch up with him, and he flew by for ten years, one can imagine how far he flew.

"Damn bastard!"

Losing four powerful subordinates at the level of gods and the huge luck on them, Lin Xuan suffered an extremely heavy loss. Naturally, he was extremely angry, and the chaos around him became the object of his anger.

It is comparable to the terrifying power of the middle god. I don’t know how many billions of miles of chaos have been destroyed, and one black hole after another has been pierced. It almost blasted the entire area into a dead place. Even if it is an ordinary quasi If God strays into it, it will be swallowed directly.

Even with the spontaneous recovery ability of this piece of chaos itself, it would take tens of thousands of years to erase this terrifying force, banish these black holes, and fully recover.

"You wait until the old man finds your Devil World, and he will definitely kill you indiscriminately to vent the anger in the heart of the old man 05!"

Lin Xuan cursed a few more times again, which calmed down the anger in his heart a little bit, and immediately flashed his figure, and continued to fly in a certain direction.

The chaos is really too big, without the distribution star map of each world, he can only choose a direction indiscriminately, hoping to find those prosperous star fields.

Otherwise, although it is not impossible to practice in this chaos, it is much more convenient than not being able to practice in a place with abundant resources.

What's more, he still needs to bury more gods in the Netherland in his body to replenish his luck.

Otherwise, even with the help of this character, if you don't have enough luck blessing, the effect will be greatly reduced, at least it will be weakened by more than half.

So, no matter what, he has to find a world, he wants to capture more god shells, and draw their luck to help him practice!

Among the chaotic storms, there is a warship that is ten thousand feet in size, but it looks extremely dilapidated, like a flat boat, swaying in the wind and rain, as if it will be completely swallowed by this chaotic storm in the next ten minutes.

"How the hell did you fly? You actually flew into a chaotic storm. You want daddy to die!"

Inside the battleship, a bald man was furiously cursing an extremely obscene-looking short and thin man in front of him. Judging by his aura, he was actually a quasi-god-level master.

On the side, several figures stared angrily at this short and thin man, wishing they could peel off the skin of this guy!

"Boss! I really don't blame me for this!"

The short and thin man's face was full of grievances, but he didn't dare to look directly at the bald man, because his strength, among the group of people, was the weakest one, and he was only a demigod late stage, so he was sent to Control text battleship.

Of course, at ordinary times, he just let the earth gods under him, Half step Tianjun, and Tianjun, be responsible for various matters related to the flight of the warship.

But this time, he never thought about it. In order to hurry on the road faster, he asked his men to activate the teleportation function of the battleship.

But he never thought that this teleportation would directly plunge into this huge chaotic storm group, and he was forced to retreat from the state of teleportation flight.

When he reacted, it was too late to drive the battleship out of this chaotic storm group.

"There has never been a chaotic storm in this area, who knew it would be so unlucky this time...

The short and thin man was crying, trying his best to get rid of his own responsibility, but it was obviously impossible for the bald man to let him go so easily and kick him to the ground

"Fuck you, daddy!"

With a huge force, along the toes, he kicked the short and thin man's stomach heavily, almost making him pass out. Although he still couldn't die, he was definitely kicked from a lot of internal injuries, at least he had to rest and recuperate It took a while to recover.

"Damn it! If it weren't for the fact that you and Daddy have been together for tens of thousands of years, otherwise Daddy's kick would have kicked you to death!"

"Daddy tells you, you kid, don't even think about getting any training resources from daddy for the next five hundred years!"

"Boss, what should we do now?"

At this time, someone asked, "Our battleship, although the materials used are the most top-notch, there are many materials that even gods can use."

"But after all, when we got this battleship, it was already dilapidated. Even though we have tried to repair it for so many years, there are still many places, and there are still big holes."

"Such a huge group of chaotic storms, I'm afraid our battleship may not be able to sustain it"

"Hmph! What else can I do?"

The bald man cursed angrily, and said coldly, "We can only rely on us to use our divinity to strengthen the formation on this battleship, otherwise, let these chaotic storms blow in through those holes, and we will all die !"

Hearing this, everyone nodded their heads again and again. Immediately, everyone rushed to the formation core of the battleship, injecting their own strength into it to maintain the stability of the formation.

If it is a complete battleship, then naturally there is no problem, even if the outermost formation is broken, the strength of the battleship itself is enough to last for a long time, until they rush out of this chaotic storm group.

But when this battleship fell into their hands, it was already in a half-disabled state, so naturally it couldn't be compared with the complete battleship.

Fortunately, although among them, except for the bald man who is the quasi-god Cultivation Base, the others are only at the level of demigods, but there are quite a few of them, there are seven or eight people, and it is barely enough to join forces. Able to maintain the stability of formation. 087

However, if you want to support the battleship to fly out of this chaotic storm group, you will have to bleed a lot. You need to constantly swallow various medicine pills to ensure that your body is full of true energy.

Otherwise, even if they are all demigods and above, if they want to rely solely on their own power to resist these chaotic storms, even if they are drained of their divinity, they may not be able to sustain the moment of flying out.

Because this chaotic storm group is too big, covering billions of miles in a full radius, even if the flying speed of this warship is not slow, it is comparable to ordinary quasi-god masters, and even a little faster.

But if you want to fly out, you can't fly out within ten days and half a month.

And the consumption of this half month alone is enough to make up for the income they have worked so hard for thousands of years. It is no wonder that the bald man is so furious, "I can't wait to strangle this short man to death!"

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"My lord, are you all right?"

When the battleship finally flew out of this huge chaotic storm group, even with the strength of the bald man and others, he was almost convulsed from exhaustion, and the wretched short man had just returned to the area he was in charge of. Soon, several pretty-looking maids greeted him.

"Hey! Don't mention it, this time I'm really out of luck! I lost five hundred years of resources in vain! I'm so angry!"

The short and thin man waved his hand and let out a long sigh, but after seeing these maids, his gaze became bright again...