Gao Wu: Extracting The Ancestral Art Of The Immortal King At The Start

"Too comfortable is not good, after all, the flowers in the greenhouse will not grow into towering giant trees.

Born to be weak, they need to promote growth through blood and fire. The only way for the strongest is never lack of hardships.

I think this is also in line with the concept of the emperor. "

The inexplicable existence, who was separated from the long river of time and overlooked the endless ancient history, with countless possibilities and changes, let out an incomprehensible sigh.

Only the Supreme can understand his words.

Compared with the gods, the heavens are really too small, and the background and origin are even more different.

Law and order are not a world of magnitude. In God, Daozu may be difficult to achieve, and he needs to rely on his own talent and perseverance.

However, there is definitely no shortage of quasi-immortal emperors who have the highest evolutionary path, and there are many quasi-immortal emperors. A large number of quasi-immortal emperors can be born in an era.

In God, there is not only one path of evolution, but also the ultimate system of pollen paths, and there is no shortage of quasi-immortal emperors to powerful ones.

But what is there in the heavens, the only supreme has been temporarily silent, unable to return in a short time.

Throughout the world, there are only very few quasi-immortal emperors.

If the origin of the emperor is still there, under his splendor, there will definitely be many kings who will break the king and become the emperor in the future.

But now, the origin of the emperor has fallen, if it is still as comfortable as ever, it is extremely difficult for even a quasi-immortal emperor to be born.

"Well done, only in this way can we lead to a world of strife full of blood and chaos, and heroes emerge from troubled times, as has always been the case.

Outside the real world, Jiang Feng rarely looked back, knowing everything, and a smile appeared on his face.

The invasion of black blood is also his acquiescence.

If it continues to develop on this trajectory, the strange ethnic groups disappear, and there is no pressure, where will the three emperors of the future come?

Even if it can create a stronger existence, no matter how strong it is, it is a constant zero in his eyes, meaningless.

What he wanted to see was the original plot.

There can be major changes to the plot, but it cannot be directly absent.

The weird ethnic group is the biggest villain in this plot.

If the villains are gone, how will the plot develop? He doesn't want to see the new direction, nor is he interested.

"Next, we have to put some pressure on it, if there is no weirdness, the trilogy will not be what it used to be.

Jiang Feng smiled lightly.

The incarnation of infinite promotion in the endless dimensional ocean suddenly paused.

Passing through his thoughts at will, crushing hundreds of millions of supreme beings who turned their eyes to countless ultimate settings, and created countless realms in their thoughts.

Then a thought emerges.

The trilogy is the highest level of the real world, and the two supreme beings fighting in the unknown place seem to be caught in an endless stalemate.

The scales are dense, as if the distance between the scales can accommodate countless complete sacrifices to the sea.

The reflected rays of light can evaporate and cover all the time and space timelines in the past, present and future since the birth of the gods, the heavens, the chaos, and the sea of ​​worship.

What confronted him was an ultimate twisted creature glowing with twelve colors.

In the unknown battle beyond the time limit and beyond the restricted area of ​​thinking, the ancestor of the nine colors has transformed into a terrifying existence of the twelve colors.

Measured by the power of the ancestors, the ancestors of the twelve colors at this moment have the power of the ancestors of nearly 2,000.

And the real dragon is even more terrifying than before, with the power of the ancestor of three thousand, and the strength has increased to an extremely exaggerated range.

Even though the ancestors of the twelve colors are extremely powerful, they have been crushed in the fight against the real dragon.

"Do you still want to continue, what kind of death method you want, although you can mention it, I will fulfill you.

The real dragon grinned, and the air waves spit out from his mouth and nose broke through the endless darkness, like two beams of light that opened up the origin of all things, illuminating everything.

The huge aftermath spread out, and it should have been well controlled in this area that is not within the range of sentient beings.

But the "accident" just happened.

After weakening billions of times, a ripple blew the Buddha to the sea of ​​sacrifice.

The entire sea offering sacrifices curled up, as if being crushed by an unbearable weight.

·For Flowers·····0

The seabed continent that the supreme Daozu could never approach in his entire life cracked open, and the entire sea of ​​blood was shaking violently.

The cemetery-like endless evil soil, that layer shrouded the entire evil soil, made the barrier that the ancestors tried their best to do nothing but flickered for a moment.

Then, in the ecstatic eyes of the nineteen supreme, it gradually dimmed.

Like a snow curtain scorched by the scorching sun, with the tremors that made the Supreme Being terrified, it continued to melt under inexplicable pressure.

"Transfer! 35

In the depths of the earth, the three groups of twisted and inexplicable beings let out an indescribable low roar, and their eyes were like the eternal night.

There is an overwhelming monstrous azure light, which is cyan feathers, as if they are densely arranged in a supremely rational manner, incomparably monstrous.

There is also a cold wind that covers the past, present and future, freezing the surging river of time and space, and manifesting a terrifying creature covered in white hair.

There was an inexplicable thick fog that was spitting out, accompanied by the sound of the chains vibrating, and the ever-dark sky of the earth trembled.

It was more like a shady curtain formed by the overlapping of pairs of wings.

Adhering to a peculiar rhythm, as if there is a mysterious creature breathing.

That wisp of mist once again approached the earth, and ominous and calamity reappeared in the world...

The glorious era has come to an end.

The pressure that belonged to the supreme power of the heavens dissipated, and the former emperor seemed to have suffered an indescribable catastrophe.

No one inside or outside the world knew what happened, even if it was the quasi-immortal emperor who followed him, he didn't know why the supreme was silent.

They did not know that the entire heavens were truly shattered once and reshaped again.

Everything about the past is erased and never seen.

They don't know that they have truly died out, but the Supreme Being of the Ultimate Ancient Land has disappeared.

There is only the engrossing darkness, brewing in the unknown gap...

The tide is surging, and the soul falls to the heavens! And.