Talisman Emperor

The earth is shaking and the winds and clouds change.

At this moment, the entire ancestral land is spreading like a hurricane with a terrible wave of intimidation.

It was not only Xiao Shannon and Zhu Jun, but also other monks who are still operating in the land of their ancestors, and this moment was also astonished.

“What is this? ”

“Terrible repression! ”

“How could such a mutation happen? ”

“Hide! ”

The monks could no longer look for their ancestral origins, and suddenly changed their colours and fled to the distance. Everyone was surprised and unclear what had happened.

Soon after, however, they noticed that the pressure coming from all sides converged towards the central location of the ancestral land.

Boom Boom Boom ~ ~

When the sky darkens, lightning thunderbolts, dark clouds are thick, twisting the thick lightning pi like a silver snake, dancing wildly between heaven and earth.

That thunderbolt was like the shout of the devil, like a drum in the hands of the angels, and all the monks were heartbeat.

This vision is insane!

After a full tea kung fu.

Boom!

At the heart of the storm's thunderstorm, a glimmer of purple sumptuousness swept up, giving rise to an ambitious, dignified and luscious atmosphere.

Far away, even came a wave of Sanskrit meditation, as if the avenue was empathetic, like the ancient gods chanting the scriptures, floating in the heavens and the earth, through a virtuous power straight to the heart.

For a moment, the dark sky was suddenly dyed purple, and the fierce thunderbolt was also transformed into a twisted, rehearsal-like rainbow, arching around that rushing purple Xia.

Heaven and earth, no hurricanes, no horrible intimidation, no thunder and lightning in shock, only extreme silence left.

At this moment in the heavens and the earth, Zixia rolls over, the lightning god rainbow arches, the air sings like a chant, presenting a peaceful, solemn, sacred, grand atmosphere.

All the monks stayed at this moment, the moment before it was still a scene of the apocalypse, but this moment presented such a sacred scene that they were all somewhat incredible.

“Zixia rolling, then... isn't this where Nine Pints Imperial Daugen was born?” Someone trembled.

“Nine Pint Imperial Daugen!? Yes, and only if these outrageous roots appear will these grand visions be provoked! ”

“But, according to previous deductions, it's not just a few days before the original ancestral origins show up, how come it's early now? ”

“It's just a deduction. Since ancient times, the emergence of the original ancestral origins can follow no rules. Otherwise, how can it be described as undesirable? ”

“However, the timing of this initial ancestral origins is indeed somewhat strange, and there has never been a description of that dreadful intimidation in the mandate of my ancestors, and even such visions of the heavens and the earth are unique! ”

“Forget it. Let's move! It would be a shame if we missed this opportunity earlier today. ”

In the discussion, the monks scattered throughout the regions of the ancestral land almost equally rushed from all sides towards that area of Zixia.

……

Soon they had to stop and look a little more suspicious.

Thousands of miles from that rolling Zixia, there is an invisible force field lying ahead of them, making them insurmountable.

Someone who doesn't believe in evil and tries to break in, but a purple lightning strikes down in the sky. That person is also a leader in the realm of the spiritual gods, but he can't resist. He was chopped to cough blood backwards. If he hadn't avoided technology, he would have almost died.

This curtain was silent for many monks, and the exhilaration in their hearts faded away, and they looked to the distant eyes of Zixia with a smear of cloudiness.

It is not so easy to obtain this kind of strangeness.

They can stop there, watch it, and they're not happy about it.

Boom!

On the ground, a bloody machete emptied and slammed away.

It was Zhu Jun who did it, but he didn't wait to get close. Once the purple lightning reappeared, he thundered. Hardson chopped the bloody curved knife into a sharp tremor. He flied out, causing Zhu Jun to suffer a backphage, his figure was uncontrollably backwards a few steps, his face was blue and white.

At this time, everyone was completely shocked. Zhu Jun was the 12th highest god in the list of sealed gods. Even he could not cross the thunder pool one step. One could imagine how scary that invisible force field was.

“Huh! I don't believe I'm going to cut you! ”

Zhu Jun's face was heavy and his teeth were bitten trying to continue to break in, but he was stopped by the young farmer beside him.

“There's no need to break in, the original place hasn't appeared yet, let alone you, and we can't go one step closer together here. ”

The eyes of the young farmer locked in the distance to eliminate Zixia and silenced the opening.

“Remember that the original place is more than just this purple kanxia, and according to ancient records, when it appears, it can be accompanied by a purple roller palace, which was originally the habitat of the ‘emperor' of the celestial gods born in chaos, and only there can a true imperial root be born. ”

And when they heard it, they were awakened.

And then Jun shrugged his eyebrows: "Do we have to wait here? ”

Xiao Shannon's lips smiled like a deep smile: “If my guess is good, within these two days, the original ancestral origins may appear at any time, at this time, we just wait? ”

……

In this area, Zixia rolls over, the heavenly dome guards the thunderbolt rainbow, and there is an inextricable sound of the scriptures.

A thousand miles of land centred on Zixia is surrounded by an intangible force field that keeps all monks out of sight and prevents them from crossing the minefield.

At this time, the monks in this neighborhood are not only young farmers, but also young people.

Like Lenovo, Shen Tu Yanlan, Yu Qiujing and others, like Gongye Zhev, Moon like fire, Jin Qingyang pedestrians... has also arrived at this moment.

They have similarly judged all of this, waiting in silence, and no one is willing to leave, not even those who are less powerful than the supreme monks of the Spirit, to miss out on this moment of extinction.

“Once the original ancestral origins emerge, there will inevitably be a fierce conflict, but now… where is Chen Xi? ”

Shen Tu Yan stared at the delicate Dai-mei. There was some doubt. This heavenly and earth vision was so vast, there was no reason for Chen Xiao to notice this scene.

“Isn't he going to be in some kind of situation? ”

Yu Qiujing frowned. Since the beating and the release of Chen Xi Ice, he has also long accepted Chen Xi as a friend. At this moment, Chen Xi is slow to come, and there are some worries in his heart.

Everyone else is silent when they hear it.

The strength of Chen Xi's fighting power has already laid a very high position in their camp. Even Le Xi thinks he is no better than Chen Xi. If Chen Xi is missing in the operation to seize the Nine Pint Imperial Dao Root, it will undoubtedly seriously affect their combined forces.

“Wait a bit longer, now the original ancestral origins have not yet appeared, as long as he can arrive in time.” Le seamlessly smiled and worried about Chen Xi.

“This guy, he doesn't know where to hang out at the moment...” Shen Tu Yan suddenly bit his lips full of bite, some grudges, some worries.

……

Chen Xiao is a bit of a thriller at this moment, but more of a shock.

In front of him is a dark cosmic space, void and silent, only in the central position, sitting on a disk knee in an almost nothingness.

He was filled with illusory shadows that made it impossible to see exactly what he looked like, let alone recognize his face.

But Chen Xiao recognized it at first sight. The other party is the master of the Iron Sword!

Because his breath carries a feeling of recklessness and thickness, if the heavens are far away, if the taste of chaos and primitivity, if he looks at him from afar, an irrepressible feeling emerges in his heart like an ant.

He sits on his knees, motionless, but he is like the master of this universe!

Too strong!

Even as Chen Xi has reached the realm of full spiritual god at this moment, he is stiff in the face of this near-nothingness, such as thin ice.

He doesn't know how he got here, much less what he's going to encounter next.

Fortunately, years of practice and extensive experience allow him to judge at first glance that the other party is indeed the master of the Iron Sword, but is not his real person, but a brand of will.

In such cases, he had seen it in his master, Brother Xuezen the Big Brother, and also in the Patriarch of Taishang above the thirty-third heaven of Taishang.

However, all that is seen is a brand of will.

The same is evident in the image of the master of the Iron Sword in front of him.

Boo!

Just as Chen Xi thought was flying, the figure sitting on his knees opened his eyes, and for a moment, his eyes were like lightning splitting up chaos, and his spirits were all palpitating.

Almost at the same time, he had a vibrating sound of river fragments in his mind, which made him feel like a dazzling perfusion, giving him an unknown enlightenment.

Xuan, the seventh Daoist of Hetu, born among the ancestors of reckless chaos, the first angel, master of reckless mysteries!

“Turns out, the Iron Sword master's name is‘ Xuan ’...” Chen Xixi's head vibrated, not because he learned the Iron Sword master's name, but because the other party is the seventh Daoist of Hetu!

What does that mean?

Meaning that Xuan, in that year, had also learned as much about the mysteries in the river map as he did, and stepped to the peak of the avenue!

Before Xuan, six more monks had been inherited from the river map!

In the past, Chen Xi never thought about it!

Because in his consciousness, he only knew that his master, the Lord of the Divine Mountains, had realized the wonders of the heavens and the earth by virtue of the river map, and had thus embarked on a path of no ascendancy.