This kind of strength is simply stronger than the great ancestor of Zhou Dynasty.
Could it be...it's Dawu!
Thinking of this, the Imperial Master turned extremely pale and murmured: "I didn't expect that I would lose after all."
Immediately, the Imperial Master simply removed the spiritual power protecting his body and waited for death to come.
He knew that facing such a powerful force, he would not be able to escape death. Not only him, but everyone in the palace would also be unable to escape death.
"No!"
King Zhou looked back and roared angrily, almost going crazy.
"No! I can't die yet! I haven't unified the Northern Wilderness yet, how can I die like this? I won't accept it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, King Zhou suddenly thought of something, staggered towards the secret room and murmured:
"Yes, Ancestor, there will definitely be a solution if you find Ancestor!"
King Zhou knew very well that under this giant hand, he had no hope of survival.
At the moment, the only option is to seek out the ancestor, but the ancestor is not in the palace at this time, but has gone to the Holy Land to be a guest.
After a few breaths, King Zhou came to the secret room and found an exquisite jade talisman.
boom!
After crushing the jade talisman, King Zhou trembled and urged: "Hurry, hurry up and connect with the ancestor!"
However, in the extreme panic, King Zhou could not control his spiritual power at all, which resulted in the transmission of sound from his spiritual consciousness to be extremely slow.
Suddenly, an old and calm voice sounded.
"What's the matter?"
After hearing this familiar voice, King Zhou was filled with ecstasy. He changed his usual humble tone and hurriedly said: "Ancestor, help..."
Boom!
Before he finished speaking, the palms in the sky fell down in an instant, the entire Northern Wasteland was trembling, the world suddenly changed, and all kinds of crying and wailing sounds continued to sound.
"No!"
King Zhou widened his eyes and roared heartbreakingly, his eyes full of regret and unwillingness.
The Imperial Master collapsed on the ground, crying and murmuring: "Brother, it was me who was wrong after all."
There was lightning and thunder in the sky above the palace, and countless spiritual powers were gathering crazily to destroy everything in the palace one by one.
As for the palm in the sky, there are no words to describe its terror.
At this moment, any formation, protector, or ten generals are all ants in the palm of your hand.
boom!
After a roar, the Great Zhou Dynasty completely disappeared between heaven and earth.
Ninety-nine golden dragons suddenly appeared in the sky and flew away to various places in the Northern Wasteland.
Who would have thought that the once prosperous and ambitious Zhou Dynasty would be completely destroyed at this moment.
There was not a single corpse in the palace, as if King Zhou and others did not exist in the first place.
On this day, the entire Northern Wilderness was completely boiling. Whether it was ordinary people or officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty, they all saw a scene that they would never forget.
Da Zhou is gone!
What true dragon destiny, the chosen son, unified the Northern Wilderness, all disappeared.
…
At the same time, in the back garden of the Dawu Dynasty.
Chen Xuan sat in front of the stone table, tasting Yuquan Divine Brew, feeling very uncomfortable.
At this moment, Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang trembled, looked at Chen Xuan with fear in their eyes, and asked with difficulty:
"Master, you just..."
Halfway through, Hei Wuchang didn't dare to ask any more questions.
fear!
horrible!
Although the two of them knew that their master was very strong, they didn't expect him to be so strong!
The owner's palm alone could not help but make their scalps tingle and shudder.
Chen Xuan took a sip of Yuquan Divine Brew and said calmly: "Just dealing with some ants."
Since the great ancestor of the Zhou Dynasty had done something to his descendants, of course he had to give it back.
You bully my descendants, and I bully your descendants.
Treat others in their own way.
Chen Xuan nodded secretly, this sentence could not be more appropriate to use here.
Suddenly, a pleasant voice sounded: "Ancestor, Qing'er is here to see you."
When Chen Xuanshun was gone, he saw Wu Wanqing wearing a white martial arts uniform, with a smile on her beautiful face.
Ever since the resentment dragon poison in the body was eliminated by the ancestor.
Wu Wanqing seemed like a completely different person.
Finally, he could no longer endure the torture of the Resentful Dragon Poison, and his father also regained his arms.
People feel refreshed during happy events, and Wu Wanqing now always has a beautiful smile on her face.
"Thank you, ancestor, for your great kindness. Qing'er will never forget it."
Wu Wanqing knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Chen Xuan three times.
She respects her ancestors from the bottom of her heart.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that what the ancestor did to her father and daughter was a gift of renewal.
"Get up."
Chen Xuan smiled, and a soft spiritual power lifted Wu Wanqing up.
Looking at the beautiful girl in front of him, Chen Xuan couldn't help but compare her with Luo Qingcheng.
Both of them are extremely beautiful in appearance, but Wu Wanqing has a little more temperament than Luo Qingcheng, which may be related to the fact that she has the luck of being a true dragon.
Luo Qingcheng, on the other hand, was a little more agile than her.
They are worthy of being their descendants, one after another.
"Well, that's right. After practicing for just one day, I have already broken through to the third level of Concentration Realm."
Chen Xuandao.
Wu Wanqing nodded excitedly and said excitedly: "That's right, with an ancestor like you, my talent will naturally not be bad. Of course, this is also due to the luck of the true dragon."
This is true. Without the luck of the True Dragon, Wu Wanqing would not have been able to progress so quickly.
The resentful dragon poison has accumulated resentment in the body for a long time, and the spiritual veins have long been eroded.
However, with the blessing of the true dragon's luck, he can absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth faster than ordinary people.
Looking at Wu Wanqing's excited expression, Chen Xuan smiled and shook his head.
"As my descendant, you must remember not to be too narrow-minded. The luck of a true dragon is simply not worthy of my descendants."
What?
Not worthy of the true dragon’s luck?
Ancestor is not joking.
If the true dragon's luck is really weak, then there is no need for Dazhou to poison himself with the Dragon Resentment Poison.
Nor does he intend to cultivate the post-Tianlong Qi Luck.
Chen Xuan smiled calmly, naturally seeing Wu Wanqing's doubts.
Roar!
A dragon roar suddenly sounded, causing Wu Wanqing to tremble.
"Ancestor, this, this is?"
Wu Wanqing screamed subconsciously.
Just because in Chen Xuan's hands, there is an extra five-clawed golden dragon with golden light all over its body!
"This is the luck of the golden dragon, much better than your real dragon luck."
After saying that, Chen Xuan smiled slightly and forced the golden dragon in his hand into Wu Wanqing's body.
The latter's strength suddenly exploded, waves of dragon roars were heard, and the entire Dawu Dynasty was shaking slightly.
"This, this is!"
Wu Wanqing's almond-shaped eyes widened, her beautiful eyes full of disbelief.
My own strength has actually reached the peak of the Soul-Nursing Realm!
And the most important thing is that the true dragon luck that was originally in his body turned into a golden dragon at this moment!
There is only one person in thousands of years who has the luck of the golden dragon.
That is the Golden Dragon Emperor of Thousands of Worlds!
Suddenly, a five-clawed golden dragon hovered over Wu Wanqing's head, protecting her.
"I originally thought that this little golden dragon would be gathering dust in my storage ring, but I didn't expect that it would see the light of day again."
Chen Xuan smiled.
The five-clawed golden dragon is useless to ordinary people and cannot be integrated into it.
Without that kind of qualification, it is naturally impossible to have the destiny of an emperor.
But the luck of the golden dragon is different for Wu Wanqing, who has the luck of a real dragon.
Not only is his destiny stronger than that of a real dragon, but as time goes by, Wu Wanqing will develop an imperial power.
At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly appeared in Chen Xuan's mind.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the achievement of the Four Great Heroes of China. The host will be rewarded, the judge."