Tokisaki Kumazo’s Plane Journey

There was an exclamation, and Elder Tongxuan discovered that the Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor Pen he was holding could not reach the distance of three inches no matter what, and the painting was printed on the forehead of the most outstanding person of the ancient clan of this generation.

The half-holy level of fighting spirit was full of anger, but it was soon suppressed by the breath coming from the direction of the emperor altar.

Elder Tongxuan was shocked, his arms hung weakly, and he stared blankly at the black phantom that was thousands of feet high.

The phantom is still expanding, thousands of feet, thousands of feet, tens of thousands of feet!

Ordinary people waited in front of it, called ants, and all were suspicious of boasting.

Elder Tongxuan was shocked, and he only saw this kind of power on the day that the patriarch was outraged decades ago.

Do not! Even better than the patriarch!

This is... the ancestor of the ancient emperor appeared? !

The emperor altar consumes thousands of years of accumulation to provide sufficient energy to the Wanzhang phantom to maintain the demon-like figure present.

The dark clouds in the wind scroll are all integrated with the ancient emperor's phantom, and there are big changes every moment, as if adapting to the energy fluctuations, the phantom has shrunk to a thousand feet... hundreds of feet... ...

The difference between tens of thousands of meters and hundreds of meters is not to be negligible, but among the people present, who is an ordinary person?

In this area, hundreds of feet of body, some Dou Zong monster manifestation entities, are a bit bigger than him, and the power brought by height is not worth mentioning for high-level cultivators!

But just with the breath of the emperor, everyone on the scene can't breathe!

On the venue of the Bar Mitzvah ceremony, the darkness was overwhelming, and people lowered their heads, not knowing whether they were resisting the pressure or in awe.

The few leisure saints who usually like to watch the ceremony at high altitude, but now they are nowhere to be seen.

With a radius of thousands of miles, apart from Kuangsan, there is only one one-star guardian.

Kuang San naturally knew what the elders in the clan were doing.

But this sudden change is really tricky.

The appearance of this ancient emperor's phantom is usually not taken out when confronting foreign enemies?

How about this time...

Are there traitors in the clan? Let the soul clan know the plan in advance, and lead the clan to counterattack the ancient world? !

It's impossible, at least Kuang San didn't perceive the aura of the saint of his clan.

Looking up at the phantom of the ancient emperor who was constantly approaching, a trace of confusion flashed in Kuang San's eyes.

The phantom is constantly approaching, and the height is constantly changing, eventually staying at the size of thousands of meters.

In the field, no one dared to breathe! No one dared to question the ancient practices.

Only Kuang Sanyi looked straight at the ancient emperor phantom.

The thinking in the sea of ​​knowledge is still active.

Is it because his blood is too outrageous?

Kuang San himself joked with himself and relieved himself. Only by confronting the ancient emperor phantom can he know how much pressure he is under.

Ancient Emperor Xuying stretched out his hand, and the colorful Celestial Pen in Elder Tongxuan's hand ignored the space, and instantly came into the hands of Ancient Emperor!

But Kuang San, who was distracted by the colorful Tiandi pen, looked back and found that the ancient emperor's phantom had changed to the size of an ordinary person!

Every place in the phantom exudes a horrible atmosphere, even if the demonic version of Big Ivan explodes next to him, it is estimated that it will not affect his mood.

"Om~"

The imaginary shadow writes, and the pure free energy far surpassing the elder Tongxuan is transferred to the Qicai Tiandi pen. The golden color of the colorful tribe pattern is more rich, and it is engraved on the space by the ancient emperor imaginary.

At the same time, a touch of warmth suddenly appeared between Kuangsan's forehead, and with the movement of the pen tip, the clan pattern between the forehead also appeared with the rhythm.

Kuangsan closed his eyes and quietly felt the changes in the clan pattern between his forehead.

Family pattern can be regarded as a secret method without side effects.

The higher the level of the clan pattern, the more strength it can improve. Generally speaking, it is still related to the blood in the body.

In other words, it is more related to physical fitness.

The family pattern is more like a "stimulant," while ensuring that you are not harmed, it also stimulates your body's potential to the greatest extent.

The physical strength determines the concentration when you use "stimulants".

Shenpin bloodline can suppress the side effects caused by the colorful ethnic pattern, as well as the side effects caused by the purple gold, gold...the ethnic pattern.

The Ninth-Rank bloodline can suppress the purple gold, but cannot suppress the colorful clan pattern. Under the side effects, it will be severely injured, and severely damaged.

From an objective point of view, the family pattern is something that can be constantly replaced as the body grows.

As for why the ancients didn't do this, Kuangsan wasn't very clear. It is very likely that the materials are precious, or there is no way to change the clan pattern.

The ancient emperor's imaginary shadow painting clan pattern did not end quickly like dragons and phoenixes, on the contrary, he was very serious, and every stroke was injected with a lot of free energy.

The blood of the gods in the body resonates with it, the blood is active, and the colorful clan pattern in the painting is also slightly lit up.

The ancient emperor Xuying placed his right hand horizontally, and the colorful Tiandi pen returned to Elder Tongxuan.

Kuang San opened his eyes, the golden bloodline was wrapped in the Golden Emperor Burning Skyflame, a pair of burgundy eyes were replaced by gold, and the colorful clan pattern burst out with a strong light!

Bo Guang shrouded Kuangsan, making people unable to see the reality.

With the aid of the colorful clan pattern, the bloodline of the gods is suppressed and enlarged! People of the ancient tribe with the blood of the ancient emperor in their bodies, whether it is a direct line or a side branch, all knelt on the ground with a feverish expression under the resonance of the blood!

These scenes once made Kuang San suspect that he was the leader of a cult organization~www.readwn.com~ The semi-sacred elder Tongxuan was not as unbearable as the younger generation. He was just half-bow, showing his respect. .

Xun'er chuckled lightly at the edge of the field, but Lin Yiyi looked confused, and everyone around him knelt down, should she kneel down too?

Kuang San ignored it, but raised his head and looked towards the sky.

The ancient emperor's phantom seemed to be conscious, and gestured to her lightly before dissipating in the sky.

A trace of the fighting emperor's aura dissipated, and the proud children of other races raised their heads, one by one, dignified or admired.

After a few breaths, most people focused their eyes on the ancient demon.

Just now...it seemed that the young man was going to challenge Gu Mo'er.

After the ancient demon, who was unconsciously driven by the blood of his body, knelt and bowed, he sat indifferently on the seat of the ancient clan.

The face is not red, the heart is not beating. As if it was not him who issued the challenge statement just now!

Even Kuang San was a little curious and looked towards the ancient monster.

The golden eyes are slightly darker, but the wine red is more charming.

The ancient demon slowly turned away his eyes, and the gentle heartbeat inside his chest gradually accelerated, his blood gas surged, and his face was slightly red.

"Fuck, that Shura all blushed!"

"Uncommon, uncommon!"

"What is uncommon, is that I have never seen it before!"

"According to legend, he has a cold face for more than ten years, and his face is even heinously thick. Today this is..."

The descendants of the clan’s ancestors took care of the ancient demon’s face and never talked to each other. Instead, they were the proud sons of other big clans. They teased and talked with their friends about the unknown "big clan secrets."

The ancient monster glanced at those people, took a quiet breath, and lowered the surge of qi and blood pressure.

A blue hill in the distance, Gu Hua, standing behind Gu Qingyang, clearly saw the blue veins on the hands of his elder brother!