Talisman Emperor

Along the way north, the ancient wilderness between heaven and earth grew.

At first, it seemed like a faint ray of fog floating between the heavens and the earth, until the closer we looked to the north, these reckless desolations had turned into fog, covering every inch of the void like haze, entering it, as if advancing in a sea of clouds.

This breath is horrible and contains a strange heavenly power that oppresses the soul and plunges it into the mud.

The other day, Chen Xi and his people approached this side, but did not go deep, because the reckless desolation was too intense, dangerous and extremely easy to encounter.

But now, the call from Chen Xixin's heart points the direction invisible deep into this reckless and desolate area.

He did not hesitate to move on, but was clearly more vigilant than before.

Wow ~ ~

A thick stream of reckless desolation like water rolls off to both sides and travels through it, like flying in a grey cloud sea where you can't reach five fingers, with the powerful perception of the Tidal Tidal, you can only find areas less than a thousand miles away.

Everything seems so quiet.

But Chen Xi became more vigilant, sometimes unknown, which means dangerous, and he dared not fall lightly.

Full of fragrance.

Suddenly, Chen Xi-foot, his eyes flashed with surprise.

In his mind, the area thousands of miles ahead had a powerful and obscure scent, and it was clear that a number of monks had entered here.

This allowed Chen Xixin to move and perform the banned secret lines during the climb, masking all his breath. At the same time, he clearly captured the sound of an exchange of ideas.

“We've gone over a hundred thousand miles, and so far we've got nothing. Is the news not fake? ”

“Impossible! According to my grandfather, someone did get an eight-point royal ancestral root from here. ”

“Hmm, so you're saying, who the hell got that eight-pitch root? ”

“I can't say that it involves a big man in the empire, but I swear to God, there will never be a lie! ”

“Forget it, let's search again. If we find nothing else, we turn around immediately and leave. I don't know what's going on. The deeper we go, the more I panic. ”

“Me too, it always feels too weird here. You guys be careful. Something's wrong, we retreat immediately. ”

……

The conversation came to a halt, and the smell of the missionaries in that line disappeared, and it was clear that action had been taken to continue in depth.

“Eight Pint Wang Dao Gun?” Chen Xiaoru thought about it.

From the day he entered the ancestral land, to this day, Chen Xiao did not know how many ancestral origins he had found, and even saw how many seven ancestral origins had already been dug away, but did not find an eight-point royal ancestral origin.

At that time, it was strange in Chen Xixin's mind that this ancestral land had no eight ancestral origins, but apparently not today.

The so-called Seven Pints are Kings, Eight Pints are Kings, and Nine Pints are Emperors. The ancestral root reaches the eight-point level. When it comes to rarity, it is no less than Nine Pints.

If there really is an ancestral origin in this place that can give birth to the Eight Pieces of Root, it's a huge opportunity.

Thinking of this, Chen Xiao suddenly suddenly suddenly came here, it was a little sensation in his heart that detected the power of the call.

And now, by chance, I hear this news. Is there any connection between the two?

“The eight ancestral origins, the mysterious calling...” Chen Xiao sank for a long time and could not understand a single idea. He could only shake his head, no more thinking.

Without delay, he continued to fly forward.

Admittedly, as those monks exchanged words, not long ago, there was also a hint of palpitation in Chen Xiaoxin's heart, as if in this hazy and reckless atmosphere, lying on some horrible killing machines, waiting to send himself to the door.

Boo!

The sword whispered and quietly fell into Chen Xi's palm. His eyes were as bright as electricity, and the color of the gods had been smothered.

Moving on, not long later, Chen Xiao's eyes suddenly flashed, and at this moment, a scream came from far from the fog.

“Bad!”

“It's the Ancient Body of the Ancestors! ”

“Run!”

The scream lasted just a few breaths, and it stopped, and everything fell into a dead silence, seemingly bizarre and furious.

Chen Xi's face had become a little heavy and he smelled a little blood coming from the air.

Ancient zodiac corpse?

Before entering the land of the ancestors, he had also heard that the most dangerous of them were ancient bodies of the ancestors.

This ancient corpse was transformed into the wreckage of the gods who crashed here countless years ago, drawing on an unknown amount of reckless wildness and strength comparable to that of the Zodiac gods.

Of course, it is the ancestral god, not the real ancestral god, in other words, this ancient corpse is more powerful than the ordinary spiritual god, and already has the power of the ancestral god!

In these days of the ancestral land, leaving aside the competition and killing of other monks, Chen Xi has encountered a variety of perils on more than one occasion, mostly near each ancestral source.

For example, if we want to seize the roots of the beasts and corpses lying in the vicinity of each ancestral origin, we cannot avoid killing them first.

But none of these perils are strong enough to compare to the real Ancestral Corpse.

And now, deep in the fog, it is possible to find the ancient remains of the ancestral gods, wondering how dangerous they are.

At this moment, even Chen Xiao dared not carelessly, and he even judged that those who sent out the screaming monasteries were afraid that they had all suffered.

“Generally speaking, if we deduce that most of the ancestral roots of this ancestral land are present in the vicinity whenever something dangerous occurs, does it not mean that deep in this area there is a real possibility of eight ancestral roots? ”

For a moment, Chen Xixin finally intends to keep moving forward to find out what it is.

A moment later.

Once again, Chen Xi fell back on his feet. In front of him, he lay seven vertical and eight dead bodies, some crushed his throat, some smashed his head, some even torn to pieces of meat, unbelievably miserable.

The blood of the gods flowed and penetrated the earth. The remains were apparently only a short time away, and there was still a residual power of moderation in the body.

What does it mean that the treasure on their bodies is gone, and the discovery makes Chen's face quite heavy? It means that the ancient corpses of the ancestral gods also possess some wisdom and have learned to scratch the divine treasures for their own use!

Perhaps the only thing that makes Chen Xiqing happy is that he did not find a god supreme in his presence, in other words, these murdered monks are a little further away than god supreme.

If the supreme meteorite of the gods falls here, then Chen Xi absolutely won't say anything, turns his head and leaves. But he dares not break into it easily.

“Kill eight top monks at a time, and depending on the injuries, at least four ancient ancestral gods will do it together...”

Chen Xinmei deduced, unfortunately, that at the moment alone, he could not know exactly how powerful the ancient bodies of the ancestral gods were.

Mm-hmm.

Chen Xi's heart jumped sharply and raised a strong sense of crisis. Almost unconsciously, he ran the secret lines of the forbidden passage and quietly left the place.

Wow ~

Space-time fluctuated, reflecting a tall figure, dressed in broken bronze armor, face miserably white and stiff, eyes like blood, filled with shady and violent atmosphere.

As soon as Tafu appeared, he was filled with a thick and substantial death, which turned into a black aperture, flowing around his body.

From a distance, he looked like a human being, like a ghost or a ghost, like a walking corpse, a walking zombie, a deterrent.

He seemed to find something, his eyes swept all around him, but nothing was gained, and there was a lattice in his throat, like metal friction, pricking his eardrum.

Eventually, he flashed and disappeared.

“Looks like this ghost is the ancient body of the ancestral god. The breath is really strong. If we hadn't had the forbidden secret lines to protect each other before, we would have found this thing...”

After half a noise, Chen Xi's figure emerged, the cold laser in his eyes, just now he had been hiding on one side to measure silently, roughly judging the smell of the ancient body of the ancestral god, is not weaker than the supremacy of the gods at all!

As for how strong the specifics are, only the opponent will know.

After a long period of meditation, Chen Xiao sacrificed three more fallen copper coins, sandwiched them in the stitches of his left finger and held the sword in his right hand before proceeding.

Because of the mysterious markings of the Prohibition Path, he was not afraid to be detected by the ancient bodies of the ancestral gods, thus avoiding the possibility of a sneak attack on himself.

However, Chen Xi dared not be careless. The ancestral origin was so strange that he had to tighten his nerves because it was called a stepper.

Unexpectedly, on the way ahead, he detected more than once the traces of the ancient bodies of the ancestral gods, either acting alone or in groups of three or five, floating like ghosts in this fog, and the breath was extremely hidden, hidden and the reckless atmosphere in the heavens and the earth blended together, if not carefully identified, it would be impossible to detect.

What exactly exists here? Why do so many ancient bodies of the ancestors appear?

Until later, there was an uncontrollable buzz in Chen Xixi's mind, and it became increasingly felt that this place was too unusual.

Another tea kung fu past.

All of a sudden, in the thick fog of the distance, there was a glowing blue light, shining like lightning, making it look unusually eye-catching.

That's...

Chen Xiaoxin's heart shocked, eight pints of ancestral origin!

Dauguan Nine Pints, divided into black and white orange yellow, green, green, blue, purple, nine kinds of divine light. In the ancestral origin of the birth of the Eight Pint Roots, the blue divine glow column will emerge!

If there is no mistake in deducing, there must be an eight-point source in the far away places!

Boo!

But before Chen Xi could get excited, all of a sudden, with the power of sharp shadows, silent breath broke through time and suddenly slaughtered him from behind.

Chen Xi's eyes squinted, the sword in his palm was like a long eye, spinning like a tumbling galaxy, thumping, resisting this blow, the divine glow exploded!