Tokisaki Kurumi's Journey to the Plane

A cry of surprise came, and Elder Tongxuan discovered that the seven-color Heavenly Emperor's Pen he controlled could not leap across the three-inch distance no matter what, and printed on the forehead of the most outstanding person of the ancient clan of this generation.

The fighting spirit at the semi-saint level was booming, but it was quickly suppressed by the aura coming from the direction of the Emperor Altar.

Elder Tongxuan was shocked, his arms dropped weakly, and he stared blankly at the black shadow that was thousands of feet high.

The shadow continues to expand, reaching thousands of feet, thousands of feet, tens of thousands of feet!

Ordinary people waiting in front of it would call it an ant and would be suspected of boasting.

Elder Tongxuan was frightened. He had only seen this kind of power on the day when the clan leader showed his power decades ago.

No! Even better than the clan leader!

This is...the ancient emperor and ancestor appearing?!

The Emperor Altar consumes thousands of years of accumulation and supplies sufficient energy to the phantom to maintain the appearance of the demon-like figure.

The wind-swept dark clouds all merged with the ancient emperor's phantom, changing greatly every moment. As if adapting to the energy fluctuations, the thousands-foot-long shadow shrank back to a thousand feet...hundreds of feet...

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The difference between tens of thousands of feet and hundreds of feet is not insignificant, but among all the people present, which one is an ordinary person?

With a mere several hundred feet of body, some of the manifested entities of the Dou Zong monsters are much larger than him. The power brought by their height is nothing to mention for high-level practitioners!

But just a trace of the emperor's breath made everyone present breathless!

The venue for the coming-of-age ceremony was filled with darkness. People lowered their heads, not knowing whether they were resisting pressure or out of awe.

The few leisure saints who usually like to watch the ceremony from high in the sky were nowhere to be seen at this time.

With a radius of thousands of miles, apart from Kuang San, there is only one one-star fighting saint guarding it.

Kuang San naturally knew what the elders in the clan were doing.

However, this sudden change is indeed more difficult.

Isn't this ancient emperor's phantom usually used when fighting against foreign enemies?

Why at this time......

Is there still a traitor in the clan? Let the soul clan know the plan in advance and lead the clan to counterattack the ancient world?!

It's impossible, at least Kuang San didn't sense the saint-level aura of his clan.

Looking up at the approaching phantom of the ancient emperor, Kuang San's eyes flashed with confusion.

The shadow kept getting closer, and its height kept changing, and finally stayed at a size of a thousand feet.

No one in the field dared to take a breath! No one dared to question the ancient tribe’s practices.

Only Kuang San looked directly at the phantom of the ancient emperor.

Thoughts are still active in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Is it because my bloodline is too outrageous?

Kuang San joked with himself to reduce the pressure. Only when he faced the ancient emperor's shadow directly did he know how much pressure he was under.

The phantom of the ancient emperor stretched out his hand, and the colorful Heavenly Emperor pen in Elder Tongxuan's hand ignored the space and instantly came to the ancient emperor's hand!

Kuang San, who was distracted by the colorful Heavenly Emperor pen, looked back and found that the ancient emperor's shadow had changed into the size of an ordinary person!

Everywhere in the phantom exudes an aura of terror. Even if the modified version of Big Ivan explodes next to him, it probably won't affect his mood.

"Buzz~"

Xuying wrote, and the pure free energy far exceeding that of Elder Tongxuan was transferred to the seven-color Heavenly Emperor's pen. The golden color in the seven-color clan pattern was even more abundant, and was engraved on the top of the space stroke by stroke by Ancient Emperor Xuying.

At the same time, a touch of warmth suddenly appeared on Kuang San's forehead. As the tip of the pen moved, the lines on his forehead also appeared with the rhythm.

Kuang San closed his eyes and quietly felt the changes in the lines on his forehead.

Clan pattern can be regarded as a secret method without any side effects.

The more advanced the clan pattern, the more strength it can improve. Generally speaking, it is related to the blood in the body.

In other words, it has more to do with physical fitness.

Clan tattoos are more like "stimulants," ensuring that you are not harmed and at the same time stimulating your body's potential to the greatest extent.

The strength of your constitution determines the concentration of "stimulants" you use.

The divine bloodline can suppress the side effects caused by the colorful clan patterns, and can also suppress the side effects caused by the purple, gold,... clan patterns.

The ninth-grade bloodline can suppress Zijin, but it cannot suppress the colorful clan patterns. The side effects will backfire, ranging from severe injuries to death.

Objectively speaking, clan patterns are something that can be constantly changed as one's physical fitness grows.

As for why the ancient clan didn't do this, Kuang San is not very clear. It is most likely related to the precious production materials or the inability to change the clan crest.

The ancient emperor's phantom painting of the clan pattern did not end as quickly as a dragon or a phoenix. Instead, it was very serious, and every stroke was injected with a huge amount of free energy.

The divine blood in the body is resonating with it, the blood is active, and the colorful clan patterns being condensed in the painting also light up slightly.

The ancient emperor's shadow placed his right hand horizontally, and the colorful Heavenly Emperor's pen returned to Elder Tongxuan's side.

Kuang San opened his eyes, his golden bloodline was wrapped in the Burning Sky Flame of the Golden Emperor, his pair of burgundy eyes were replaced by gold, and his colorful clan patterns burst out with intense light!

The thin light shrouded Kuangsan, making it difficult for people to see clearly the reality.

With the help of the colorful clan patterns, the suppression of the divine bloodline is amplified! The members of the ancient clan who have the bloodline of the ancient emperor in their bodies, whether direct lineage or side branch, are all kneeling on the ground with expressions of fanaticism under the resonance of the bloodline!

Scenes like this once made Kuang San suspect that he was the leader of a cult organization.

Elder Tongxuan, who was at the semi-saint level, was not as miserable as the younger generation. He only half-bowed his waist to show respect.

Xun'er chuckled softly at the edge of the venue, but Lin Yiyi looked confused. People around her were kneeling down, so should she kneel down too?

Kuang San ignored it and instead raised his head to look at the sky.

The phantom of the ancient emperor seemed to have consciousness, and he gave her a gentle gesture before dissipating in the sky.

A trace of Dou Di's aura dissipated, and the proud men of other races raised their heads one after another, either solemnly or in admiration.

After a few breaths, most people focused their attention on the ancient demon.

Just now...it seemed like that young man wanted to challenge Gu Mo'er.

After the ancient demon, unconsciously driven by his body's blood, knelt down and worshiped, he sat on the seat of the direct lineage of the ancient clan with an indifferent expression.

His face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat. It was as if he wasn't the one who issued the challenge declaration just now!

Even Kuang San became slightly curious and looked towards the ancient demon.

The golden eyes are slightly darker, but the wine red has more charm.

The ancient demon slowly opened his eyes, the gentle heartbeat in his chest gradually accelerated, his blood surged, and his face turned red.

"Damn it, that Shura Commander is actually blushing!"

"It's not common! It's not common!"

"What's unusual is that you've never seen it before, okay?"

"According to legend, he has been cold-blooded for more than ten years, and his face has been outrageously thick-skinned. Today this is..."

The direct descendants of the clan, considering the face of the ancient demon, did not talk to each other. Instead, the proud sons of other clans teased their friends and told them some unknown "secrets of the clans."

The ancient demon glanced at those people, took a slight breath calmly, and calmed down the surging air.

There was a green hill in the distance. Gu Hua, who was standing behind Gu Qingyang, could clearly see the blue veins on the hands on his eldest brother's back!