Chapter 821: The Legend of the Great Tribulation (Page 1/1)

I don't know how big the space enveloped by this broken magic circle is, Wang An followed the two spirit beasts and walked for half an hour, and there was still no one around.

The dead silence, the breath of the years flows between heaven and earth.

The earth is vast and vast, at a glance, there is gravel everywhere, just stepping here, Wang An has a feeling of dreaming back to the Gobi.

However, as Xiao Jin continued to go deeper with him, the ancient ruins and walls could be faintly recognized on the earth, and the depleted spiritual veins, broken magic circles, and fragments of magic weapons that had lost their spirituality could still be seen in the vertical and horizontal ravines.

Gradually, Wang An also felt a very strange aura lingering in the heavens and the earth, and an emotion that made him panic emerge from the bottom of his heart.

In this sad emotion, there is a faint and immortal eternal will.

The pressure condensed in the air was getting stronger and stronger, and the spells could not be used, and with every step, Wang An had to cast the Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique.

And there was a clattering sound in his body, as if a mountain was on his back, and the bones made a series of strange noises.

Wang An finally understood why the monk who had entered here before had found nothing, and with this level of pressure, I am afraid that he would not be able to hold on to it for a long time.

"Wang An, that breath appeared inside!"

At this time, a ruined ancient city suddenly appeared in Wang An's field of vision, the ancient city was surrounded by ruins and walls, and only a dilapidated city gate stood between heaven and earth.

In the endless ruins, a faint sense of sadness is revealed.

At this time, Wang An's body was shining with golden light, and he had completely displayed the Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique, and the power of the vast mountains fell on him, making it difficult for him to move.

"Chirp!"

Suddenly, in the endless ruins, there was a crisp birdsong.

"Boom!"

At the same time, a terrifying spiritual pressure like a stormy wave rushed up from the ruins, and a circle of terrifying qi waves set off layers of violent air currents between heaven and earth, and fell on Wang An with a puff.

The Tao rhyme is vertical and horizontal, and the power of dense laws appears out of thin air, and there is an invisible will that gradually accumulates from the ruins.

Under Wang An's divine sense, it seems that there is an ancient demon god who is about to break through the ground, come to the sun, and break through the nine heavens.

"Buzz!"

With the lingering power of the law, a flying bird the size of a hundred zhang with purple feathers around it suddenly condensed in the air.

The purple-feathered flying bird's body was full of spiritual pressure, like an erupting volcano, and the power of the law lingered around it, forming a terrifying law armor.

Its eyes showed a confused, dull look, and slowly looked at Wang An.

The next moment, Wang An'an's blood surged, his heart was beating loudly, his hair stood upside down, and a feeling of extreme danger suddenly surged into his heart.

The power of the divine consciousness that landed on this flying bird suddenly broke, as if it had been directly swallowed by an invisible whirlpool.

"It's... Is this a remnant soul, is this a true spirit? This breath is so frightening, is it the legendary Mahayana!"

"Damn the feather seal, is this the remnant soul? No wonder the others came in, and they all fell and disappeared. ”

Wang An's face changed greatly, and he kept cursing Yu Feng in his heart.

"Wang An, this thing is so dangerous, why don't we run, but the aura on its body seems to be very familiar, very similar to your master. Xiao Jin flew back to Wang An's shoulder at once, and ran down his neck into Wang An's clothes with a thud.

"....You dead bastard, according to what you say, was this remnant soul a fairy beast before he was alive?" Seeing that Xiao Jin's cowardly fled directly, Wang An gritted his teeth with hatred.

"Brother, I don't seem to be able to beat it!" At this time, the little dragon wrapped around Wang An's arm immediately restrained his breath.

This little guy has been following Xiao Jin for a long time, and every time he encounters a battle, the first thing is to run;

"Whew!"

As Wang An spoke, the purple-feathered bird's eyes rolled a little, and gradually became clearer, but it still looked sluggish.

I saw a flap of the wings of the purple feather bird, and it appeared directly in front of Wang An's eyes.

A powerful spiritual pressure suddenly fell on him, causing him to be so shocked that he almost immediately cast the Eight Desolations World to break through the sky.

"Human... No, you are an ancient saint clan, and this matter dragon clan, what kind of spirit clan is this Wang Ba, it's so strange. The remnant soul of the purple feather flying bird stared at Wang An and said vaguely.

"The Ancient Saint Clan has appeared, is the Great Tribulation coming again? Where are the tens of thousands of people of my Purple Feather Spirit Clan? Why can't I feel the slightest vitality here. ”

It seemed to be asking Wang An, and it seemed to be muttering to itself.

At this moment, Wang An also felt that the other party's body contained a terrifying aura of destroying the world and destroying the world, this feeling was the same as the sense of oppression brought to Wang An by the original Five Elements Immortal Emperor.

"Well, the younger generation has seen the seniors, but I don't know that the seniors enjoy the great name; Wang An's eyes rolled and said a little unnaturally.

"Who am I....I am the Purple Feather True Saint!The King of the Purple Feather Saint Clan!" the Purple Feather Flying Bird's remnant soul flickered in his eyes, and he thought for a moment before he said slowly.

When it said this, it had a supreme momentum of holding the stars in its hands and looking at the people of all worlds.

"Purple Saint Feather Clan, are you talking about the Flying Feather Clan?" Wang An said with a look of surprise.

"Is this the Immortal Realm?... How long has it been now, and why haven't there been any Purple Feather Saint Clans here?" asked the Purple Feather True Saint Remnant Soul Remnant Soul muttering to himself.

"Seniors, juniors are just at the behest of the Flying Feather Clan to come to find out what kind of place this is, the outside is forbidden by the magic circle, and the Flying Feather Clan can't enter here!" Wang An clenched his fists and said cautiously.

"Formation... Flying Feather Clan, has the Great Tribulation passed?" the Purple Feather True Saint Remnant Soul continued to ask.

"What a catastrophe!" Wang An said with a look of surprise.

"Take a look for yourself, when the Eternal Immortal Boat appeared, the Great Tribulation finally descended on the Immortal Realm!"

"Whew!"

The next moment, a mysterious bone slip suddenly suspended in front of Wang An.

Wang An took the bone slip in his hand in disbelief, and his divine sense sank directly into it.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Wang An felt that he had come to an ancient and vast world.

Here, the laws of heaven and earth are mighty, full of the power of the Great Dao, and the heaven and earth are filled with the tumbling and surging aura, and you can see the spiritual peaks and beautiful waters everywhere, the immortals come and go, and the birds and beasts are infested.

Heaven and earth are filled with a sense of divinity, magnificent, and many monks are surrounded by the light of five colors of auspiciousness, and some even carry the light of seven colors of auspiciousness.

The whole world is filled with a sense of divinity, coercive and vast, as if beyond Wang An's cognition.

It's just that the divine consciousness sinks into this picture, Wang An can sense the horror of this world, and those monks, the spirit clan, seem to be able to destroy the world easily.

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