Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

The sky is weeping and raining, and the black coffin is far away.

Among the ruins, the old Taoist walked away with the baby in his arms.

"From now on, you will be called..."

"Zhoudao..."

The light and shadow shattered, and everything disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

Only that name echoed in my ears like thunder and mighty waves.

The scene just now was imprinted on Zhou Dao's chest like a brand, a surge of hostility burst forth, filled the five internal organs, and angered the six internal organs.

"It's fitting that your father and son fall here today."

"From now on, there will be no more Yuan Wang!"

...

Ruthless ridicule, world-shattering killing...like a sharp sword, straight to the heart.

"Yuan Wang Fa Conference..."

Clenching his fists tightly, Zhou Dao let out a terrified roar, and a terrifying breath came out of his body.

Next to it, a fat, white carp with trembling long whiskers, swimming crazily.

"I'm afraid... I like..."

rumbling...

The body is like an oven, and the blood is like fire, pouring into the limbs and bones along the twelve veins in the body.

At this moment, Zhou Dao seemed to be on fire.

He knew everything, and could no longer suppress his rampage.

If we say that before today, the Yuan Wang Fa Conference was just an opportunity for him to meet the old man.

So now, that is the cause and effect that he must settle.

The Yuan King of the previous generation died in body and dao, emptiness and silence.

This generation of Yuan Wang...

"No one can take it away."

Zhou Dao raised his head to the sky and roared in shock, his blood qi soared wildly, and from the sky spirit, it seemed like a pillar of flame soaring into the sky, shaking the dome.

"That man's bloodline...a mayfly can cut the sky..."

The ancient voice resounded in the cave, it seemed to penetrate the imprints of the years, low and lonely.

At this moment, the mottled altar seemed to come alive, glowing brightly.

The sky-reaching stone pillar trembled slightly, and the clouds above became lifelike, with a huge figure swimming in it.

"It's so hasty..."

The fat and white dragon scale looked up, waiting for his eyes, expressing his shock.

hum...

Wisps of clouds escaped from the stone pillars, like spirit snakes, piercing into Zhou Dao's head.

This is the purest power of dragon veins, hidden in the deepest part of Nielongjiang.

Except for the [Dragon King] bred from the dragon veins, no one can absorb this power.

Now, the power of the dragon veins is pouring in from the thoughtful heavenly spirit like a flood breaking a bank.

[Tianlingqiao] is the first acupoint that needs to be opened up in the Nine Transformations of the Refining Realm, and it is also the threshold to step into this realm.

Once the body is opened, it can absorb the aura of heaven and earth, so that the blood and energy of the whole body can be transformed and evolved.

With Zhou Dao's background, his blood energy is too vigorous, so that the Tianlingqiao is as hard as a rock, and it is difficult to open it.

If only by my own efforts,

It will take at least two or three years of hard work.

But now it is different, the power of dragon veins is one of the most mysterious powers in the world, mountains, rivers and stars are all inspired by it, let alone breaking the limits of the human body and comprehending the mysteries of the body?

rumbling...

The cave sky vibrated, Zhou Dao sat cross-legged in front of the altar, his dantian was sprayed with rays of light, flames rose all over his body, and the mysterious power of dragon veins enveloped him like the light of the sun and the moon.

At this moment, he began an extremely important transformation in his life.

"Niuniu...beep beep..."

The plump white dragon carp felt Zhou Dao's changes and cheered around him.

...

On the Nielong River, the waves gradually calmed down.

Many people withdrew from the Dragon Temple and returned to the river bank.

"Jun Yan entered the Dragon Palace, and even the disciples of Dragon and Tiger Mountain were defeated."

Such news, like a stone falling suddenly in stagnant water, stirred up turbulent ripples.

"It really is him. This person is really unpredictable. I thought he just suddenly appeared, like a shooting star, and could only dazzle for a while. I didn't expect..."

"It is the fate of destiny, Lord Yan's rise is already unstoppable, stepping into the Dragon Palace, maybe he can reach the height of King Huolong."

"It's an exaggeration. He's just a little guy. Whether he can grow up or not is another matter. King Huo Long is the number one expert in Lin'an Mansion, an existence beyond the Nine Transformations."

"Fuck your mother, is King Huo Long so awesome when he comes out of his mother's stomach? Is Yan Jun not allowed to practice slowly? You are jealous when you step on a horse. Greetings to your mother's lemon demon!"

On the bank of the river, a heated discussion spread. For the supporters of [Yan Jun], this is definitely an unprecedented carnival.

In front of the people who originally bad-mouthed Lord Yan, they straightened their backs and spoke very loudly. The most important thing is that this Dragon King Festival, because they suppressed Lord Yan, they can all make a lot of money.

At this moment, the reactions of the various forces are different.

In the distance, Ning Fan of Longhu Mountain looked at the undulating river water thoughtfully.

Hong Tongling was in a daze. As the mistress of Hongmen, she thought of many possibilities, but she never expected that the top prize of Dragon King Festival would be snatched away by a Yanjun who seemed to have no background.

Even Xing Zhouting, the big brother of Shenxiaomen she invited, is not her opponent, and now the people of Hongmen are still organizing people to salvage.

"It's really a dark horse that has been killed." Shang Tianhe's gaze was like a sword, looking at Nie Longjiang who was gradually calming down, and fell into deep thought.

As for Lord Yan, he sincerely hoped that this person would be a friend rather than an enemy, otherwise, if Lord Yan's strength and style really wanted to stir up the wind and rain...

"Affect the official career!" Shang Tianhe secretly prayed with his own little calculations.

"Father, from now on, this Lord Yan may no longer be a small character." Long Qianxun said in a deep voice.

For a behemoth like Longmen, personal strength is limited after all, but it will be different if it reaches the height of Lord Yan today.

"If possible, let's get in touch and try to make friends." The old man Longmen thought for a while, and instantly decided on a plan.

Longmen can be passed down to this day because it has never relied on its status and raised its own status. It is nothing to bow its head in front of the strong, but it is rare to be able to lower its posture in the face of the weak.

This is the secret to long-term succession.

rumbling...

At this moment, the Nielong River violently churned, and a terrifying aura rushed out from the bottom of the river, breaking through the sky.

"what happened?"

"Dragon King... Lord Yan really saw the Dragon King?"

Everyone was horrified, and instinctively thought of this possibility, only seeing a dragon can produce a vision.

"It's a great fortune. With such a chance, it's useless to smoke from the ancestral graves. I guess the ancestral graves of Yan Jun's family are all burned." Someone sighed softly, showing a look of incomparable envy.

"The moment I've been waiting for is finally here."

At this moment, a figure walked out of Yuanmen and stepped onto the Nielong River.

"Huh? Who is that person? The Dragon King Festival is over, what is he doing?"

The demon master, a demon slayer guard, showed doubts if he sensed it.

"The real Dragon King Festival has just begun..."

The indifferent voice echoed on the surface of the river, the man took off his coat and hat, revealing his true face.

Wang Xuance, the master of the town magic division, chose to expose himself at the end of the Dragon King sacrifice.

This scene made Yuan Qiuyi feel a little angry and confused.

"He...is he crazy?" Yuan Qiu yelled sharply.

Originally, he wanted to make the Yuanmen stand out at the Dragon King Festival with the help of Zhenmasi, but the appearance of Lord Yan disrupted all his plans.

If it ends here, there is nothing.

However, at this last moment, this guy was exposed directly to others?

"Zhenmosi..." Shang Tianhe's eyes were cold.

As the city secretary, he had been dealing with the town magic department for more than a day or two, and he was too familiar with this kind of atmosphere.

"Get it for me."

Shang Tianhe shouted violently, and the two commanders Duan Shan and Xiao Nanfeng had already made their moves.

"let's start!"

Wang Xuance looked indifferent and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, on the surface of the river, all the black-armored warriors of the Yuan Sect exploded, and the stinky flesh and blood turned into balls, attracting each other, and a huge rune was drawn on the surface of Nuoda's river.

The strange runes were reflected on the surface of the river, turning the entire Nielong River into a talisman-like existence, and the terrifying power suddenly erupted, penetrating the entire river area.

Duan Shan and Xiao Nanfeng, the two commanders, were shaken away by this force before they approached.

"Yuanmen... how dare you collude with Zhenmasi?" Shang Tianhe frowned, shouted sharply, and looked at Yuanmen suddenly.

At this moment, Yuan Qiuyi was completely dumbfounded.

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