The Prince of Taiyin Covering the Sky

Chapter 245 Wind Clan ([-])

The Fuxi Dragon Stele was damaged, its body was only two feet high, but when it first appeared, there was a majestic dragon power and arrogance that crushed the sky.

"Great Sage Zhuyan, I still have to trouble you, pour mana into it to revive the god in the dragon tablet, and support him to move for a while." Holding the dragon tablet in his hand, Si Xuan turned his head and said to the void behind him .

"Understood." As his voice fell, the void distorted, and a three-foot phantom gradually appeared, and he said in a low voice.

Old Zhu Yan's three-foot-tall ferocious ape body trembled slightly, stretched out his hands, and carefully held the Fuxi Dragon Stele in his hands. Although this is a remnant soldier, it is an imperial soldier after all, and there are still gods, so there cannot be any No snub.

"Roar!"

It let out a low growl, its whole body glowed, and the bright red holy power of the great saint level was poured into the dragon tablet, making the dragon scales and eight trigrams on it slowly light up.

Si Xuan, Long Nu, and the great sage Qianlun who hadn't shown up all stared at the changes on the half of the dragon stele, especially Qian Lun, who saw the Fuxi dragon stele for the first time, and he also had the blood of the Wanlong Emperor. Now, I can feel the incredibly strong dragon way breath.

With the continuous infusion of Zhu Yan's great sage-level mana, Fuxi's dragon monument grew in the wind, from two feet long to hundreds of feet, thousands of feet long, until it turned into thousands of miles, becoming a majestic dragon mountain, stretching across the entire city. Above the Wind Clan God Island.

Such a huge momentum and fluctuations were naturally noticed by the practitioners in the Feng Clan God Island at the first time. There is no too powerful force in the middle region of the Eastern Desolation, and the Feng Clan of the Huanggu family is almost the master of this land.

Now, this huge and transcendent island of God is shaking slightly, as if trembling because of the majestic Dragon Mountain that appeared out of thin air in the distance.

"That... what is that!" The elder of the Feng Clan tremblingly looked at the Fuxi Dragon Stele, which was already thousands of miles tall. In his sight, it was like a real dragon entrenched in the sky, overlooking the entire Wind Clan God Island.

Beside this real dragon, there is a violent ape with the same height of thousands of miles that is sending mana into the body of the real dragon. The entire Wind Clan God Island let out bursts of mourning.

"Your Excellency is from the Ancient Clan or the Monster Clan? Why do you cast spells next to my Feng Clan residence!" There was a loud and loud voice, and then three dazzling streamers flew out from the deepest part of the Feng Clan God Island and landed on the God Island At the edge of the formation, he shouted at Old Zhu Yan in the sky and asked.

These three people are all semi-holy-level powerhouses, each of them has a light ball above their heads, exuding the aura of a great saint-level, and they are actually three awakened and revived holy soldiers!

But Zhu Yan, who was standing in the sky, just glanced at the three astonishingly powerful holy artifacts, and then fell back on the three semi-sacred powerhouses, and said with a smile: "What do I want to do? I don’t want to do anything, if you want to ask, just ask this Your Excellency.”

After saying that, its real body swelled again, turning into a height of more than [-] li, and a huge amount of mana poured into the Fuxi Dragon Tablet crazily, making the gossip patterns on the dragon's head and body light up one by one!

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a dazzling brilliance burst out from the dragon's eyes of the Thousand Miles Long Mountain, like a finishing touch, the entire Dragon Mountain passed by, as if it collapsed the sky of hundreds of millions of miles in an instant, and the avenue resonated with it.

The Dragon Monument has revived!
"This... this is..." In the island of God, the bodies of the three semi-holy ones couldn't help but tremble. They all saw that at the position between the eyebrows of the Qianli Longshan, there was a tall and majestic statue at some time. His every movement represents the operation rules of the entire universe, making them want to kneel down deep in their blood.

The aura emanating from that figure was really terrifying. The Great Holy Soldier above their heads, which had already fully recovered, was like a firefly facing the sky in front of them, and there was no comparison at all.

"Awakened again, it seems that little friend Si has arrived at the Fengzu resident in Beidou, I'm sorry, two little friends, and this little ape." In the chaotic mist intertwined with the gossip fairy pattern, he nodded to Longnu, Si Xuan and Lao Zhuyan.

Si Xuan and the other two saluted the god of the dragon stele, and Lao Zhuyan knelt down very simply. If others called it a small ape, it must have punched it, but the god of the emperor soldier called it so unconvinced. .

Immediately, the god of the dragon stele looked at the Fengzu God Island not far away and the three semi-sacred powerhouses standing in the God Island formation. The eight trigrams emperor pattern flickered in his pupils shrouded in chaos and mist. After a while, Finally said: "It's them, many people have the blood of the Great Emperor in their bodies, I won't admit it."

He had the tone of an old ancestor evaluating the younger generation, with a smile in his flat voice, which made the three semi-saints feel a very weak but real sense of blood resonance, and one of the semi-saints couldn't help it Stepping forward, he asked cautiously: "I don't know, senior, are you the divine weapon god of a senior expert in my Feng Clan?"

"Senior expert? Be it," the god of the dragon tablet showed a gratified smile, stretched his arms, and strange blood fluctuations burst out from the body of the dragon tablet behind him, sweeping the whole world in the blink of an eye. Wind Clan God Island.

"boom!"

In an instant, all the members of the Wind Clan, including the leader of the Wind Clan and the three semi-sages, felt some kind of power agitating in their bodies, wisps of golden light burst out from their bodies, some kind of blood was recovering, boiling, and fighting with each other. The incomparably grand Longshan in Tianyu resonated!
Standing beside the dragon stele, the great sage Zhu Yan only felt his body lighten, and a large amount of mana was drawn out of his body, even with his peak Dao body, the great sage's Taoist body could not bear such a massive amount of mana.

"The method of reviving the emperor's blood!" It looked twitchingly at the God Island of the Wind Clan shrouded in golden light. Even it had only heard of this ancient method, and now it experienced it for itself.

The brilliance flickered, and the entire Feng Clan family had no more than a thousand children, and all of them felt that there was a powerful force in their bodies.

Among them, the golden light emitted from a temple was the most eye-catching, and it faintly turned into eight divine patterns, constantly swimming around the beautiful woman wearing a five-color mask in the temple.

"I am the Fuxi Dragon Stele, from the human race Emperor Fuxi. After your Feng Clan is the great emperor, would you like to recognize your ancestors and return to your clan?" Longshan thousands of miles away trembled, and the grand voice of the Tao spread in the hearts of every Feng Clan member, making their hearts ache. Both the primordial spirit and the blood resonate with that voice.

"We would like to recognize our ancestors and return to our ancestors, and pay homage to the ancestors of Emperor Bing!" The first to react were the three half-sages who were closest to Longshan, and they all knelt down and kowtowed loudly.

"We would like to recognize our ancestors and return to our ancestors, and pay homage to the ancestors of Emperor Bing!" Another man with extraordinary appearance and cultivation level rushed to the sky, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and said to Fuxi Longbei.

As the Feng Clan patriarch and the three senior half-sages expressed their attitudes, the other Feng Clan members calmed down one after another, suppressed the many emotions surging in their hearts, and kowtowed to the shining Qianli Longshan in the sky.

"Fenghuang, the descendants of future generations, would like to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors, and pay respects to the ancestors of Emperor Bing!"

Among the crowd, the most dazzling one was the young woman in a silver dress. She was wearing a five-color mask, and eight groups of bright eight trigrams were constantly circling around her body, protecting her in the middle.

The extraordinaryness shown on her body has obviously also attracted the attention of the God of the Dragon Tablet. The God of the Dragon Tablet is shrouded in the chaotic mist and can't see his expression clearly, but there is a smile in his eyes: "Well, I don't know if hundreds of thousands of years have passed. There is actually a descendant who can recover to this level, not bad."

On the other side, Si Xuan, who was watching the show with her hips crossed, saw the woman's appearance clearly, and couldn't help but feel refreshed: "Yo? Isn't this the little princess of the Wind Clan who rescinded Ye Fan's engagement? There was a piece of emperor's blood that revived, The qualifications are good."

(End of this chapter)