Fantasy_ Taking on the son of destiny as a disciple and conquering the world forever

God war?

Many peak masters, elders and true disciples in Zixiao Holy Land were in a daze.

For them, the most impressive thing was that not long ago, the projection of the Hundred Refinements Demon God was killed by Jiang Chen with one punch.

It was just a projection of the gods.

Gods are ancestor-level figures in every force in the Eastern Wasteland. Most people will never see them once in their lives. It can be said that the dragon has no head or tail.

Such an existence is actually going to fight a war?

For a moment, everyone had mixed feelings.

Seeing everyone’s reaction, Lord Jiujian said lazily: “You don’t need to think too much!”

“The formation displayed by Beidou Tiangong is almost comparable to the mountain-protecting formation of a holy land!”

“Even if many ancestors of gods attack at the same time, it will be difficult to break the formation restrictions of Beidou Heavenly Palace for a while!”

“Many ancestors of the gods pay a high price every time they take action. They will not revive in order to break the formation. Basically, they will wait until the protective formation of Beidou Palace is weakened to the extreme before taking action!”

“Besides, they won’t take action until they see the real treasure!”

Hearing Lord Jiujian say this, everyone’s eyes showed a look of deep understanding.

Those treasures that are extremely precious to them may be no different from ordinary sand in the eyes of many ancestors of the gods.

Perhaps, only treasures above the divine realm can arouse the interest of many ancestors of gods.

The entire Beidou Heavenly Palace is shrouded in vast formation restrictions, but not every area’s formation restrictions are evenly distributed.

The more important the area, the stronger the formation restriction, and the longer it will take for it to be fully manifested in the world.

Those areas are the areas that many ancestors of gods will pay attention to!

Before the ancestor of the gods enters the game, all the monks can enjoy the carnival in this Beidou Heavenly Palace!

“What happened here requires a prophetic call to the Holy Lord. For more detailed information about the Beidou Palace, the power of the Holy Land needs to be used to find out.”

Lord Jiujian muttered something in a low voice, and sent a message to Holy Lord Zixiao by the way, telling him what happened here.

The gate tower of Beidou Heavenly Palace appeared between heaven and earth. Many monks above the Chaotic Cloud Sea saw those two simple characters. Many of them were old antiques who knew the general origin of Beidou Heavenly Palace and sent messages to the forces behind them.

The Eight Avenues Domain near the Sea of ​​Chaotic Clouds has undercurrents surging.

As time goes by, Beidou Heavenly Palace’s formation restrictions are getting weaker and weaker, and it is estimated that it will not be long before it can be connected to this world.

During this period, more and more young geniuses and powerful elders came here.

On the day when the gate tower of Beidou Heavenly Palace appeared, a tall and tall young man came riding the waves.

This young man’s eyebrows are high, his nose is straight, his face is as sharp as a knife, his eyes have a soul-catching wildness, and there is an evil green dragon phantom flying around him, exuding an unspeakable majesty.

“Poseidon Temple, Son of Soaring Dragon God!”

Someone revealed the origin of this person.

After learning about this person’s origin, many people looked horrified.

“It is said that the Son of God Longteng is a descendant of the Dragon God. He trained in a dragon egg for hundreds of years before emerging from the shell. He possesses the purest blue dragon bloodline and has accompanying magical powers when he is born! He is indeed a majestic figure!”

“What? Descendants of the Dragon God? Such qualifications are no less than those of the Holy Sons of many Holy Lands!”

“I heard that Son of God Longteng entered the imperial realm three years ago, and now he is even more unfathomable!”

“Although the relics of gods like this have never appeared in the world are full of opportunities, they are also accompanied by unimaginable dangers! How dare Poseidon God release the Son of God to lead the charge?”

“I guess Poseidon God has some understanding of Beidou Heavenly Palace. Maybe, Beidou Heavenly Palace is not as dangerous as imagined!”

“There will be dangers lurking in any ruins. If Son of God Long Teng really makes any mistakes in the ruins, it will be an unbearable loss for Poseidon God!”

“In a world of great strife, monks must fight! The ruins are right in front of you but you turn a blind eye. If you are afraid of this or that when something happens, then why should you cultivate?”

“Beidou Tiangong attracted geniuses like Long Teng Shen Zi right after it was born. It is estimated that there will be more geniuses coming here in the future!”

…

Amid everyone’s discussion, Longteng Shenzi stopped in an area directly in front of Beidou Palace.

This is the station of Poseidon Temple outside Beidou Heavenly Palace. There are one to two hundred ugly demon cultivators entrenched here.

“I’ve seen the Son of God Longteng!”

Seeing the arrival of Son of God Longteng, many demon cultivators stood up and saluted, all of them looking happy.

In their view, since the Son of God Longteng dares to come in person, they must be extremely confident. As long as they follow Godson Longteng, their danger will be reduced a lot.

Longteng Godson nodded slightly.

, sitting cross-legged in the void, his blade-like eyes sweeping over the thousands of monks in the field.

When he saw Ye Hao, Longteng Shenzi paused for a moment, an undisguised fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he closed his eyes again.

“Boy, have you ever offended this person?”

The Lord of Wine and Sword asked with great interest.

Ye Hao smacked his lips and said nonchalantly: “It’s nothing, I just had a seafood feast at the level of the Demon King on the way, and there seemed to be people of the same clan as him among them.”

Lord Jiujian raised his gray eyebrows and said with some surprise: “You dare to eat the Demon King in the Sea of ​​Clouds? Tsk tsk…”

Many of the peak masters, elders and true disciples were shocked. Good guy, this kid just came all this way!

It’s a miracle that he actually came here alive!

No wonder Son of God Soaring Dragon has such obvious hostility towards him!

Qi Yunxiao looked Ye Hao up and down and reminded: “Ye Hao, right? Although you are the ancient holy body that broke the curse, you have not yet entered the realm of princes, and you are too far away from this person’s cultivation realm. Now! I advise you, it’s best to avoid the limelight first!”

“Peak Master, don’t worry, I have my own sense of discretion!”

Ye Hao responded with a smile.

When Qi Yunxiao saw this, he shook his head slightly and did not persuade him again.

Early the next morning, an ancient chariot rumbled past, and thunder could be heard in the distance.

On the chariot, stood a stalwart young man, wearing a gorgeous thunder armor, surrounded by lightning and lightning. He carried a long-handled purple gold hammer with flashing lightning on his shoulder. His whole person exuded an unrivaled aura of domineering. Coercion.

“The divine son of the Thunder Temple, Lei Potian!”

Someone recognized the boy’s origins.

As soon as this statement came out, more people revealed more information about this person.

“It is rumored that Lei Potian has the body of the God of Thunder, and his acupoints contain thunder spirits. When he was born, thunder thundered for hundreds of miles, and the shadow of the God of Thunder appeared in the sky. He has been training his Taoist foundation in the forbidden area of ​​the Thunder God Temple since he was a child. He just started not long ago. Entering the world and experiencing calamities!”

“This person destroyed a great religion that had been passed down for thousands of years just after he entered the world. He is really unscrupulous!”

“This is another young emperor! There are so many talented people!”

“Lei Potian’s origins are no weaker than that of the Soaring Son of God!”

…

After Lei Potian appeared here, he glanced around, stopped for a moment on the Longteng God Son, inserted the long-handled purple gold hammer into the chariot, and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Obviously, he didn’t take anyone else seriously.