"It's such a pure true dragon qi, it is said that the Martial Ancestor is somewhat involved with the Daqian True Dragon Clan, it seems that this statement is true."

Looking at the immovable green dragon giant bell, Zong Ze's eyes flashed with surprise, and with a clench of his palm, an unusually sharp golden long sword immediately appeared.

The Golden Feather Sword, which was refined by Zong Ze by intercepting a fundamental life god feather on his own body, has been cultivated for thousands of years, and is comparable to the top peerless holy relics of immortals.

"Broken!"

As Zong Ze swung the Golden Feather Sword and slashed it down, the nine Blue Dragon Phantoms that were linked to each other and repeatedly blocked the way collapsed instantly, but there was no one in the Green Dragon Bell.

"Huh? Not good......"

Seeing this, Zong Ze's pupils shrank suddenly, and he didn't want to think about it, so he directly activated the Kunpeng clan's innate divine power to tear through the space and leave.

"Whew!"

At the same time, a broken blade as bright as silver appeared behind Zong Ze like a maggot on a tarsal bone, slashing over his head dangerously, and a wisp of fragments fluttered up.

"I almost forgot the talent of the Kunpeng clan, and you are also very good at space, but I was careless."

A majestic figure emerged from the void like a strange one.

"It is rumored that Martial Ancestor is in charge of eight spiritual power attributes at the same time, but I didn't expect that it also includes extremely rare spatial attributes."

Zong Ze's face became solemn little by little.

"There's not much in this thing."

Lin Dong smiled and said perfunctorily, a gleam suddenly burst out of his eyes, his right fist was suddenly clenched, and he raised his hand to strike this long-brewing supreme blow.

"Eight Desolations and Liuhe Emperor Extreme Fist!"

With a fist smashed, the space within a radius of thousands of zhang suddenly collapsed, and the vast void suddenly unfolded a huge picture scroll of Kyushu, in which there were towering holy mountains, stretching heavenly rivers, floods and desolations, and ancient ancestors, revealing the ancient reckless atmosphere everywhere.

Recreate the mythical era, the shadow of the mountains and rivers of ancient Kyushu!

"Peerless supernatural powers, slash the wings of the gods!"

Sensing the danger coming, Zong Ze turned into a huge golden Kunpeng body, and his wings slashed down like a knife.

"Whew!"

The dazzling golden sword turned into a golden ray, slashing through the sky and tearing the earth, and before the attack could reach, it had already torn a huge hideous crack thousands of feet on the earth, dark and deep.

"Boom!"

The slowly unfolding ancient Kyushu picture scroll rumbled down and suppressed it, and in an instant, it shattered the earth-shattering sword ray, turning into thousands of golden dots and dissolving into the air.

"What? My clan's Zhen clan magic power has no effect?! ”

Ancient Kunpeng was shocked in his heart, and immediately vibrated his wings to tear the void, and then wanted to escape from this suppression with the help of his natural powers.

"Close!"

The light groaning fell, and the light of the Kyushu picture scroll that almost enveloped the entire world immediately became a big hit, and with a loud "boom", the ancient Kunpeng who was about to escape was instantly frozen, and it was included in the picture scroll at the speed of light.

Under the gaze of the sky, I saw that in the vast Kyushu picture scroll, a mini Kunpeng was being suppressed under an ancient holy mountain, constantly struggling.

No matter how he unleashed his divine power to destroy the holy mountain on his back, there would always be another even bigger holy mountain coming from outside the sky and suppressing it again.

The picture repeats itself in such a cycle, and soon, the mini Kunpeng gives up struggling.

"Brother Lin, I lost this game, please let me out."

Under the Ancient Holy Mountain, the mini Kunpeng showed a humanized wry smile on his face, and his warm voice sounded in the outside world.

"That's how it should be."

Lin Dong happily responded, and with a flick of his fingers, the Kyushu picture scroll was shattered.

In the picture scroll, the mini Kunpeng that was suppressed by the Ancient Holy Mountain also got out of trouble and turned into a figure in a green shirt with a long body.

"Brother Zong, I'm offended."

Lord Wuzu humbly confessed his guilt.

"No, it's Brother Lin's skills. Don't hide it from Brother Lin, although I gave you three points of courtesy before, most of it was still for the sake of Daqiangong's face. ”

"After all, as the pinnacle of immortal products, my next step is to impact the holy products, looking at the whole world, I have always thought that except for the Tianjiao of the true dragon and the true phoenix clans, no one can compare with me, and I don't want to fold in your hands today."

Zong Ze hurriedly helped Lin Dong up, with an extremely bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Well, Brother Zong's heart is relieved, this kind of thing is used to folding."

After thinking seriously for a moment, Lin Dong replied.

Zong Ze: "......"

"Wow, the Martial Ancestor of this Extreme South Land is really strong, even the strongest existence of my clan's generation, Young Master Zongze, can defeat him, I really want to mate with him."

"Die, stinky girl, there are four master mothers on the face of Wujing, all of them are peerless, and your posture is not enough."

"Kun Ling'er, this girl is really lucky......

When the older young women of the Kunpeng clan saw this, they turned into and resentful women, chattering non-stop.

As one of the heroines of the matter, Miss Kun Ling'er was obviously secretly refreshed in her heart, but she had to pretend not to care on the surface, for fear that she would accidentally laugh out of her body, and the corners of her mouth would rise wildly.

"Brother Lin, don't be in a hurry to leave now, you haven't appreciated the style of my Kunpeng realm yet, besides, you can beat me in the martial arts arena, but not necessarily in the wine arena, go, go with me to drink."

With a wave of Zong Ze's young patriarch's hand, many of the boys of the Kunpeng clan immediately rushed up, pulling Lin Dong and rushing towards the wine shop.

On that day, Wu Zu stayed in the Kunpeng realm at night and was drunk.

The next day, the Wuzu couple returned happily.

......

After Lin Dong brought the runaway lady back to the martial realm, he immediately began to retreat.

His spiritual cultivation has reached the peak of the middle stage of the immortal product, and it is time for him to launch an impact on the late stage of the immortal product, and the ancient eight masters who have comprehended the power of the rules of the great world have stepped into the immortal product together, and the stimulation for him is still not small.

However, Lin Dong's closure will not succeed this time.

After only a month of retreat, he was forcibly awakened from his retreat.

"Boom!"

In the depths of the Martial Ancestor Palace, a hidden place was opened.

As the retreat place of the Lord of the Martial Realm, all of the people who can approach here are the highest core of the Martial Realm, such as this time, the person who came was the Mother of the Martial Realm Ayakitake.

"Qingzhu, what's going on? Is it the extraterritorial evil clan army on the other side of my martial realm that has moved? Or is it committed by other superpowers who don't have long eyes? ”

A slender figure walked out of the quiet room unhurriedly.

Whoever can forcibly awaken him from his cultivation state during his retreat must be a hundred thousand urgent things.

"Husband, let's see for yourself."

The beautiful white dress with a cold temperament lifted her slender hands and handed over a war report.

Lin Dong took over the battle report, and there were not many words on it, but all of them were of great significance:

In order to enhance his personal prestige, the new patriarch Mahatian, the head of the primeval five gods, led a large army to launch a surprise attack on the Endless Fire Domain, which is increasingly known as the image of the third alchemy holy land, with the intention of annexing it.

His Majesty Emperor Yan did not ask our department for help, whether to abide by the alliance agreement and fully send troops to support the Endless Fire Domain.

This is an urgent message from the Martial Realm's Endless Fire Domain Branch.