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Chapter 940 The Ruins of the Ancient Zongmen

"Haha, if we can gain some desolate power during this trip and repair the ancestral immortal weapons of my Sun family, our family will surely rise as a result and dare to compete with the ancient martial arts family for supremacy!"

An old man with white hair laughed loudly and stepped out, seeming extremely excited.

However, before he could enter the entrance, suddenly, a ray of holy light rushed over and killed him on the spot.

"Ancestor!"

Below, someone exclaimed, apparently a descendant from the same family as the old man. Seeing that the old man was directly beheaded, his expression changed drastically.

"It's the Holy Light within the ruins. You must retreat quickly, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

An elder from the ancient martial arts family reminded him, but then he ignored it and flew towards the entrance first.

Not far away, the power of chaos above the crack once again turned into several holy lights and slashed at it, causing people to change their colors.

After seeing the scene where the old man was killed just now, many people were horrified and had already retreated in their hearts.

"Humph, you don't have any courage at all, and you still want to get a chance?"

A cold snort came, and the young man was surrounded by golden light, accompanied by the power of the dragon. It was Jiang Chen, the divine body of the Heavenly Dragon. After a sneer, he no longer hesitated and quickly flew towards the entrance.

Some people shrink back, and there are also some desperadoes, who often hover on the edge of life and death, so how can they be frightened by the scene in front of them.

At this moment, most of the people are still rushing towards the entrance, their eyes are shining, as if they are determined to win the power of Huang!

"The entrance is closed immediately!"

Suddenly someone exclaimed, and looking around, the entrance that had been broken open by the soldiers of the Holy Path was gradually closing, and it was about to be completely closed.

"Whoosh!"

When he saw this scene, Mo Wangchen no longer hesitated, his body reached the sky and turned into divine light, quickly passing away.

"laugh!"

But suddenly, just as he was about to reach the entrance, a sharp and terrifying aura came from behind him.

Mo Wangchen's expression changed, thinking it was the holy light that swept out from the ruins, and he suddenly turned to one side to avoid it.

"Is it you?"

When he turned around and looked around, Mo Wangchen's face suddenly darkened. It was definitely not the holy light in some ruins, but someone who noticed his existence and took action against him.

"Sure enough, I didn't expect you to come too." A young man sneered in front of him, and it turned out to be Tang Yongming, the eldest son of Tang Dynasty.

"The reaction is pretty good. You can avoid my attack. It seems that besides your potential, you also have some strength. However, within the ruins, strong men from all sides gather. The younger generation of strong men like me can't.

Even if there are a few, don’t forget Chen, if you get inside, you have to be more careful..."

Tang Yongming sneered, the cold light in his eyes flashed away, and he stopped paying attention to anything else after he finished speaking. He disappeared in the blink of an eye and entered the entrance.

Mo Wangchen frowned. The opponent's attack just now was obviously murderous. It is undeniable that Tang Yongming does have combat power comparable to that of the Holy Son. If he really encounters the opponent in the ruins, it is inevitable that he will kill him.

Will take action against myself again.

"Hmph, just don't mess with me. If I meet you, I will make you the first genius in the Xuanwu League to die on the road to the Holy Emperor!"

Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He looked at the entrance that was about to close. He stepped on the True Secret and entered it in an instant.

"That was Mo Wangchen, the body of the God King just now?"

"I didn't expect him to come, and he seemed to be alone."

"This man is protected by a mysterious expert from the Immortality Realm. I didn't expect that Tang Yongming would dare to take action against him!"

The entrance was completely closed, and those who had not entered it saw the scene just now, and couldn't help but start talking.

"call……"

The howling wind is like the cry of demons in hell.

Under the abyss, the power of chaos is everywhere, but what is unexpected is that there is another cave within.

When Mo Wangchen fell to the ground, he found that this place was actually a small world of its own. The sky was extremely bright, like daytime, and the bright sun hung in the sky.

There was an atmosphere of vicissitudes and decay in the air. Mo Wangchen became curious and discovered that this place was actually the ruins of an ancient sect.

Many buildings have been demolished long ago, and the ancient palace no longer exists. A huge stone monument stands in front of it.

"Dayan Immortal Palace!"

Many people have arrived, and some are looking at the huge stone tablet. Although I don't know how much time has passed, the words on the stone tablet are still clearly visible.

"This is actually the ruins of Dayan Immortal Palace?!"

Some people exclaimed, seeming to have thought of something, "In ancient times, the supreme sect that once stood in the world dominated the Daluo Heavenly Realm. Unexpectedly, it also fell into silence. What happened? Such a powerful force has not yet come to power.

It can be passed down.”

"What a magnificent figure the Holy Emperor Ye was in the past. He supported the entire Dayan Immortal Palace by himself and fought against all the heroes in the world. No one could be his opponent. But later, I heard that the Holy Emperor Ye entered a certain restricted area of ​​life in his later years and has never been seen again.

, without his supervision, Dayan Immortal Palace would gradually decline as a result."

"Ye Sheng Emperor has made too many enemies in his life. After he leaves, how can Dayan Immortal Palace be able to withstand the pressure from all parties? The sect that once dominated an era has become a thing of the past."

Many people sighed and discussed, obviously they all knew a lot about the former Dayan Immortal Palace.

"The former supreme sect, since this place is its relic, there must be endless magic weapons in it!"

Someone's eyes sparkled, and after speaking, they left directly and walked towards the depths of the ruins.

At this moment, many people have begun to search here. The ancient temple was completely overturned, and no one was left behind for any reason.

This is the ruins of Dayan Immortal Palace. If you can find a magic weapon, it will be of infinite use!

"Although the power of desolation is permeating everywhere, it is too thin. It was previously rumored that the power of desolation here is as thick as fog. Could it be false?"

Mo Wangchen frowned. He came here with only one purpose, which was to obtain the power of Huang and repair the Futian Bow.

Although the power of desolation is permeating the ruins, it is simply too thin to be collected.

"The power of desolation must exist, and it is abundant in quantity. Otherwise, how could it not be discovered after several inspections by all parties?"

Mo Wangchen squinted his eyes, glanced around, and soon discovered something.

Most of the cultivators who are searching here at the moment are casual cultivators or people from small families. There is not a single strong person from the Holy Land or ancient aristocratic family.

"Those people must have the treasure to explore the wilderness. Now that they are missing, they must be looking for it!"

They ignored the magic weapons in the ruins and allowed these small forces to search here. However, the holy places from all over the world had already secretly left to search for the power of desolation. It was indeed a good plan!

With this thought in his mind, Mo Wangchen couldn't help but move forward to look for the people in the Holy Land. As long as he followed them, he would definitely find the 'source' of the power of desolation.


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