Quanmin: Let You Rub Your Skills, And You Release The Forbidden Spell In Seconds?

The Old Land is hailed as the birthplace of all creatures in the heavens and the world. Ninety percent of the races of the continent that was first born in the beginning of the world came out of the Old Land.

Some people say that the old land is the root of all races, but this is a huge fallacy in the eyes of other races.

On this point, the debate and refutation has never stopped. Of course, if you want to go back, it is naturally impossible to start.

If this is true, aren't the four major races such as the ghost race the ancestors of all races?

Let a tauren be an ancestor, and people will feel disgusted when they think of the strong stench on their bodies.

Of course, it is undeniable that the old soil has a long history, and there are countless opportunities and inheritances that have not yet been discovered.

Since ancient times, the old land has been adhering to the concept of inclusiveness to accept all creatures, whether you are an executioner, a thief, or a flower picker.

As long as you come here, you will be equal to all living beings!

How many creatures have come here for the rumored ancient opportunity, even if there is no harvest, it is a blessing to see this land with a long history.

But it is such an all-encompassing land that is now closed by a huge green-haired hand.

A turquoise coffin lid directly covered the entire old soil inside.

All creatures outside the old land were expelled and not allowed to enter.

These changes caught people off guard, and at the same time they were extremely shocking. It is not difficult to imagine that the murderer Chu Feng must have disturbed the situation and turned the peaceful and peaceful old land into a miasma.

"Damn, I just dug up a large piece of law crystal, and I was kicked out before I got it in my hand."

"Don't mention it, I spent a lot of money in that land of wind and moon, and I flew away as soon as I took off my pants."

"I've heard of the closure of cities, countries, and clans, and the closure of hundreds of millions of miles of land, this is the first time I've heard of it."

"How much luck has the murderer devoured the old land? He ate such a big piece of cake in the Holy Spirit Hall, and he ate it in one bite. If we let it go like this, will there still be hope for future generations?"

The fact is true, the purpose of Chu Feng digging the graves of his ancestors is not only To humiliate the Temple of the Holy Spirit and devour their luck.

Why set up a piece of pure land in the hall? Jiang Shanhe's purpose is to let the deceased elder envoy use his corpse to suppress luck.

As soon as luck is said to be mysterious, it may be more appropriate to explain it with fate.

Chu Feng survived many times by luck. Even if you are seriously injured and on the verge of death, you can be reborn in Nirvana afterwards, and you can stand up after breaking down.

Forbidden land ominously saw Chu Feng's intentions, originally he could have rescued him long ago, but he chose to observe, he wanted to see if the other party had any back-up.

It was only with the passage of time that the names on the list of gods gradually disappeared, and he realized that things were not as complicated as he imagined.

If it weren't for the so-called favor, it would be useless for Feng Yan to kneel on the ground and smash his head into pieces.

How can the leader of the majestic forbidden land be softened by a mortal?

What is he?

The sky is getting clearer, and the rootless light is shining on the earth. No one knows where the light comes from, and no one is too bored to explore it.

The giant dragon Hengkong, carrying the seal of the coffin of the dead, tied his body and the coffin together with a soft golden rope.

Although this kind of rope has the word 'gold' on it, it is not among the five elements, it is a treasure he got in his ancestral land.

At first I thought it was a chicken rib, but I didn't expect that it would come in handy one day. Maybe it's because of its own destiny, just like the blue sky that is always daytime, no one can explain it.

"After a transformation, you should be at the level of a demigod now, right?" Feng Yan turned his head to look at the big man who was as strong as an iron tower beside him, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

After Da Luo devoured thousands of blood lotus bones, his strength has been greatly improved. Standing there, he is like a god of war in the world, unstoppable!

"Now we are in the realm of divine consciousness, and we are still far from being a demigod." Da Luoweng said in a low voice.

"The pure-blood holy spirits can inherit their power by devouring each other. It's not an exaggeration to describe such a speed of improvement as reaching the sky in one step?" Feng Yan's eyes were full of envy.

Compared with Da Luo, Chu Feng was far behind.

If he has such a fast improvement speed, how can he take it seriously?

"Da Luo is able to have today, thanks to the gift of the master." Da Luo still had a dead fish face, without any expression.

It's just that when Chu Feng is mentioned, there will be a gleam in his eyes.

At this time, Da Luo looked at the coffin of souls behind Feng Yan, with a complicated expression on his face, he couldn't help stretching out his palm, but suddenly thought of something, and suddenly shrank back.

When Chu Feng rioted in the Holy Spirit Mountains, Da Luo was devouring the power of Jiangshanhe and never joined the battle.

As a servant, it is undoubtedly a great dereliction of duty not to show up at the most dangerous moment of the master.

Da Luo doesn't understand any major principles, nor does he understand moral education. He only knows that the meaning of his existence is to protect the person in the coffin and ascend to the throne of God.

If Chu Feng unfortunately falls on the road to God, he who signed the master-servant contract will also die.

"Master...can he survive?" Da Luo couldn't help asking.

Hearing these words, Feng Yan was taken aback for a moment, it was the first time he saw Da Luo asking questions, before he always acted dull, talking to him was like squeezing toothpaste.

"Of course, as long as the name on the list of gods remains alive, nothing will happen to him." Feng Yan said firmly, hugging the coffin behind him tightly.

"How long will it take?" Da Luo asked again.

"Short is a month, long is a few years." Feng Yan replied with a smile.

To be honest, he couldn't be sure because he couldn't open the coffin to check.

I just heard that it took a few years for the ancestor of the ghost clan. Logically speaking, Chu Feng's natural talent, coupled with the magic of the blood of the ancient gods, shouldn't be a difficult task in a month.

After getting the answer, Da Luo didn't speak anymore, but just guarded tightly beside the coffin as before, with sharp eyes looking around.

The ancient avenue bends and stretches like a big snake. It took them more than a month to fly.

The way back was obviously much slower, and Zai Zai seemed to be deliberately controlling the speed so that his body would not be so bumpy.

On the surface it looks like a child, but the innocent cub actually knows a lot.

Three months later, they came to Po Luo Cheng in the ancient battlefield.

Along the way, Feng Yan and the others barely rested, at most they closed their eyes and took a nap before continuing on their way.

They don't know how much danger lies in the dark, at least Chu Feng's condition is not good now, some treacherous people might take the opportunity to attack.

How tempting is it to kill the God's Chosen One?

Fortunately, apart from encountering a few legendary and mythical world bosses, there were not too many disturbances.

Facing the boss, Da Luo simply punched and killed him without any procrastination.

Just when the few people had just entered the city, a familiar voice appeared in the coffin of death for a long time.

"Don't go back to the Longxia Empire, go directly to the land of chaos..."