A hundred years, in a hurry, it has been a thousand years, the Tianlong tribe has become more and more powerful, has become the strongest force in the Southern Barbarians, gradually with the death of the older generation, the emergence of new forces, like waves, forward and forward, people forgot Wang Chen, only remember that there is the holy ancestor of their Tianlong tribe in the stone tablet.

It is because of the Holy Ancestor that they can become more and more powerful.

On this day, a red cloud rose in the sky, and as soon as it appeared, it completely occupied the sky and became the sky.

Many powerhouses in the Tianlong tribe walked out one after another, looking at the sudden rising vision, for some reason, the cultivation in their bodies actually showed a hint of boiling, which suddenly aroused a lot of panic.

"Is this going to happen?"

An old man, walking out on crutches, looked at the sky, and finally fell on the stone tablet, he remembered that the ancestor of his family once had a record, saying that the holy ancestor of their Tianlong tribe was in retreat and cultivation in that stone tablet.

Could it be that today, the Holy Ancestor is about to go out of the customs?

At this time, there was a loud bang, and above the sky, a black dragon swept out, turning into a terrifying match, towards the earth, towards the stone tablet, as if it did not allow some kind of existence to exist in this world.

And on the stone tablet, I don't know when it began, there was a figure, this figure stood there, as if it had become a pillar of heaven and earth, although it looked very small, but the power that filled it was enough to dim the sky.

The moment they saw the figure, all the Tianlong tribesmen suddenly had an impulse to worship in their hearts, and even the depths of their souls, as well as the green dragon totem imprinted on their bodies, were boiling at this moment.

"Meet the Holy Ancestor!"

I don't know who knelt down first towards the figure, his hands reverently bowed to the ground, and although the voice was not loud, it was also the only voice in this slightly silent void.

Immediately after, all the clansmen of the Tianlong tribe knelt down towards Wang Chen, and one after another shouted even more, as if they were about to compete with the roar above the sky.

The Tianlong tribe rose because of Wang Chen, and what he carried was the luck and lifeblood of the entire Tianlong tribe.

Wang Chen opened his eyes slightly and looked down: "Our people, raise your head and see how I fight against the sky......"

Today is the day of Wang Chen's tribulation, for today, Wang Chen has prepared for a thousand years, he can break through in the first hundred years of retreat, but he has always pursued perfection and perfection, how can he be willing to cut it, so there is this retreat for a thousand years, he now has the power of nine slashes, he wants to be once, directly through the realm of slashing.

Thundered......

The black thunder above the firmament was filled with the power of robbery and punishment, and with the appearance of Wang Chen, it became more and more powerful, spreading in the sky one by one, slashing towards Wang Chen.

This is the first slash, the black punishment thunder tribulation.

Looking at the Black Punishment Thunder Tribulation, Wang Chen laughed loudly, flicked his sleeves, stepped on the void, met the Black Punishment Thunder Tribulation, and suddenly shook out with a punch.

Ordinary monks use all kinds of treasures and formations as shields to resist the catastrophe, but Wang Chen actually wants to rely on his own strength to crush the catastrophe, which is stronger and which is weak, and it is immediately clear.

Above the sky, the figure is as small as an ant, under the thunder in the sky, fierce and upward, not afraid of the power of the sky, at this moment, this scene, deeply imprinted in the hearts of all the people of the Tianlong tribe, can never be erased.

The Black Punishment Thunder Tribulation, shaken by Wang Chen's punch, directly shattered, turned into starlight, and dispersed directly.

The starlight sprinkled on the earth and fell on the bodies of all the people of the Heavenly Dragon Tribe, causing their bodies to appear a trace of mutation at this moment.

There seem to be some signs of a dragon.

"My life's law is to turn the dragon into a dragon, and today I use the power to shake the sky, and pass on this law to you. ”

Wang Chen's voice slowly spoke, this is the creation he wants to give to the Tianlong tribe this time.

After one slash, Wang Chen's aura changed accordingly, but this was not enough, because this time he had to directly cross the nine slashes.

Soon, the second slash came, and the red clouds above the sky rolled out, turning into colorful deer.

If you underestimate this deer, I'm afraid you will suffer a lot of losses.

Everyone's cultivation is different, and their fate, luck, and creation are all different, so the power of the Nine Slashes is naturally different.

"Colorful fairy deer, deer is also deer, it seems that this cut has some meaning. ”

Wang Chen smiled slightly, with his experience as a demon king, in the face of this deer, he did not have the slightest wave in his heart, and still the figure rushed out and blasted away with those fairy deer.

The immortal deer is colorful, just like the five catastrophes, greed, hatred, madness, and the light and shadow imprinted by it are even more difficult for people to look at directly, otherwise they will fall directly into it.

"I have a great road in my heart, just a trip to a fantasy world, a catastrophe of confusion, how can it shake my heart and break me. ”

Wang Chen's figure swept out, his five fingers clenched into fists, and when he shook it, one after another deer shadows shattered.

It seems that it is not the deer that is broken, but the greed, hatred, and madness along the way.

The light and shadow fell again, falling on the bodies of the Heavenly Poison Tribal people, making them feel enlightened and mentally strengthened at this moment.

With the second slash passing, the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and so on.

In the face of Wang Chen's absolute strength, all of these calamities were crushed.

And the light spots scattered after the calamity was shattered caused the entire Celestial Dragon Tribe to undergo a qualitative improvement.

The strength has taken a leap forward, just like thousands of years ago, when the totem of the Heavenly Poison Tribe was destroyed and Wang Chen became the Holy Ancestor of the Heavenly Dragon Tribe.

It's just that at that time, Wang Chen slashed the mortal in half a step, and now he already has the strength to shake the mortal realm.

At this time, Wang Chen, in the hearts of all the Tianlong tribesmen, is like a god, a real god.

Wang Chen shattered the power of the eight slashes in a row, and his strength was also a little insufficient, and he had a little respite, and immediately sat in the air and began to adjust, when his body returned to the peak state again, suddenly, the red cloud above the sky changed.

Thousands of miles of clouds are constantly converging in the sky above Wang Chen, and it seems that they want to condense the power of this last slash with all their last strength.

Wang Chen suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sky, with a rare hint of vigilance in his eyes, because he smelled a dangerous breath from the clouds above the sky.

He even said that if he failed to deal with it, everything would be ruined.

And as the price of Wang Chen's defeat, the Tianlong tribe will cease to exist.

This is the way to ascend to heaven after crossing the catastrophe and becoming successful, and if it is defeated, the common people will never recover.

Therefore, there are too many monks in the world who are reluctant to take this step because of the bonds in their hearts.

(End of chapter)