Eight hundred and eighty-two chapters surrender the ancestors of all spirits
The Canglong Hall Master explained: "Master Wanling, after you were injured..."
Before he could finish speaking, the weapon spirit waved his hand and interrupted: "Did I let you speak? It's so unruly..."
He wanted to scold again, but Wang Daoyuan angrily said: "Either shut your mouth and listen to us, or you will die today.
Isn't it just a weapon spirit? If you kill it, you can cultivate a new one."
The weapon spirit and the magic weapon are one, the magic weapon is not destroyed, and the weapon spirit is immortal.
If Ying Long is allowed to deal with this guy, it is really possible to take him down.
After all, Linglong was frightened when she saw Yinglong.
As for whether it can be done, Wang Daoyuan is not sure.
As soon as this guy comes out, he scolds this person and scolds that person.
How could he endure being reprimanded and threatened by Wang Daoyuan now?
If you want to directly control Wanling Pagoda, attack Wang Daoyuan.
Unfortunately, the tower body was still held in Wang Daoyuan's hands. He pushed it with all his strength, and the entire Ten Thousand Spirits Tower trembled violently.
After Wang Daoyuan improved his skills, his spiritual power could be converted into qi and blood, and his physical strength and power were no less than those of monsters of the same level.
Wanling Pagoda struggled for a long time, but still could not escape Wang Daoyuan's control.
According to what the Canglong Hall Master said before, the Wanling Pagoda’s strongest means are suppression and defense.
The tower cannot move and cannot use any powerful means.
Qi Ling's expression changed drastically: "What an awesome boy."
After saying that, he immediately left the tower and rushed towards Wang Daoyuan.
The tower was held in his hands, no more than two feet away from his head.
In a surprise attack at such a close range, he should have no chance of survival.
But Wang Daoyuan had already prepared, and Yinglong was already waiting at the outermost part of the sea of consciousness.
As soon as the weapon spirit left the tower, Yinglong flew out and entangled it tightly.
The weapon spirit struggled fiercely and wanted to retreat into the Tower of All Spirits, but unfortunately it could not move at all.
Just as Yinglong was about to open his mouth and swallow it, several elders quickly begged for mercy: "Please be merciful, this weapon spirit was raised by the first-generation ancestor, and it can be said that he is also the ancestor of my Ten Thousand Beasts Valley.
Patriarch Wanling just has a bad temper, but his character is still good."
Yinglong was once one of the strongest men in the Qianyuan world, and even the Earth Immortal could not match his methods.
Elder Ji was not sure whether he could solve the weapon spirit.
Wang Daoyuan snorted coldly: "If you can speak properly, I will spare your life.
No matter how arrogant you are, I want to try to see if Yinglong can kill the weapon spirit."
After hearing this, Qi Ling frowned: "Ying Long? The legendary Dragon of Luck?
No wonder I felt my life was threatened, it turned out that I met this guy.
This Yinglong is also extremely weird. It is neither a weapon spirit nor a magic spell.
Who are you, this junior, who can actually control Yinglong?"
Listening to what he said, Yinglong should really be able to destroy the weapon spirit.
There is also a bad-tempered weapon spirit in the spirit bead space. Wang Daoyuan wants to let it recognize its owner, but has never succeeded.
"I didn't expect you to be able to talk so well. Your current master is my biological son. I am the registered disciple of the current master of the Baoding lineage of Shenbing Pavilion."
There was a strange look on Qi Ling's face, and he asked the Master of Canglong Hall: "What's going on? We in the Ten Thousand Beast Valley have been bullied by the juniors from the Shenbing Pavilion?
What's happened to you guys, that you've become so different from each other?"
The master of Canglong Hall raised his hands and said: "Ancestor Wanling, the former sect master used the sect's back-up tactics to kill the evil dragon, and then passed away together with several supreme elders.
The monsters brought by the evil dragon reduced the Valley of Beasts to ruins.
In order to resist monsters, we transform ourselves into living corpses, and our souls become ghost cultivators, which are hidden in magic weapons refined with soul crystals.
After many years of fierce fighting, the monsters were finally wiped out, and all the disciples in the sect were almost wiped out.
Only Zhao Tianpeng, the disciple of the former sect master, escaped and established the Zhou Kingdom to the west of the Tianzhan Mountains.
Among the disciples of the sect, except for Zhou Tianpeng's descendants, there is no one alive anymore.
Now more than 50,000 years have passed, and our inheritance in the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts has also been cut off for more than 50,000 years.
The new sect leader's name is Wang Mingchen, who is the 99th generation descendant of Zhou Tianpeng.
He has awakened Nanming Lihuo's small magical power. If he doesn't want to be the sect leader, who will?
We in the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts are very lucky to have such a genius as our sect leader."
After hearing this, Wanling Ancestor remained silent.
After a long time, he sighed: "The Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts' foundation that lasted for hundreds of thousands of years has actually fallen to this level.
Under such circumstances, it would be considered a blessing to have a sect master who awakened Nanming Lihuo's minor magical power.
Then what's going on with Ying Long? He's one of the strongest men in the ancient times, so why is it happening to him?"
The master of Canglong Hall continued: "Daoyuan originally had the vision of a five-element divine beast. When the Broken Pill formed a baby, the vision of Zi Mansion changed and turned into a dragon."
Upon hearing this, Wanling Patriarch's face was full of shock: "The vision in the Zi Mansion is related to the way of heaven. If the vision can turn into a dragon of luck, then this person's luck may have reached an extremely terrifying level.
Could it be that he is the son of luck?
No, hundreds of thousands of years have passed since my birth.
I have met two generations of children of luck, and there are more than twenty people in total. Each of them is the best among men, but no child of luck has ever had the vision of being a dragon.
Junior, let this Yinglong go, I have some friendship with the Yin-Yang Compass Spirit, and I have learned some methods of judging luck, let me see how your luck is."
Wang Daoyuan also wanted this guy to suffer some losses and kill his spirit.
Don't listen to Wang Mingchen in the future and cause big trouble again.
Control Yinglong and throw away the Ancestor of Wanling with one tail.
Ancestor Wan Ling flew backwards for more than ten miles before he stopped.
His eyes turned purple-gold and he began to observe Wang Daoyuan's luck.
Suddenly, a purple-gold thunderbolt fell from Tianshan Mountain and struck him.
Ancestor Wanling is worthy of being an old man who has lived for more than 200,000 years, and he has been prepared for it for a long time.
It instantly turned into a stream of light and avoided the thunder.
He quickly put away the spell and said in shock: "What a strong luck. This is the late Nascent Soul stage, and the auspicious clouds of luck have already turned into dragons of luck.
Only the powerful and earthly immortals will have the Dragon of Luck.
When I spy on your luck, you will be warned by Heaven, and your luck is no worse than that of Guiyuan Sword Immortal."
Wang Daoyuan smiled and said: "It seems that you are stronger than the Yin-Yang Compass Spirit. He didn't even see my luck at that time. He only said that I was the bloodline of a certain powerful person."
This guy looked arrogant: "Although I am an old friend with Yin Yang, his skills are far inferior to mine.
I can't even tell your bloodline, which is really bad.
You are the descendant of Purple Thunder God, who became a powerful person two hundred thousand years ago.
My first master, the God of Ten Thousand Beasts, was still a good friend with the God of Purple Thunder.
Among your relatives, do you have any magical powers with purple thunder attribute spiritual fire?
The magical power of the Purple Thunder God is the Purple Thunder Flame. With this spiritual fire, he has achieved great fame.
He also played a big role in the demonic chaos more than 70,000 years ago."
Now Wang Daoyuan finally knew where the master and his brother's little magical powers came from. This should be correct.
"My brother and master have both awakened the small magical power of the purple thunder flame."
"Then he didn't run away, he is the descendant of the Purple Thunder God.
This guy did have several wives and concubines in his early years, as well as many descendants, but unfortunately not many of them became successful.
I'm not sure which lineage of his descendants you are from.
Long Yunteng, why don’t you let this junior inherit the position of sect leader?”
The master of the Canglong Hall raised his hands and said: "Ancestor, our Ten Thousand Beasts Valley has no kindness towards him. If we rashly drag him into the Ten Thousand Beasts Valley, we are intercepting his luck, which may backfire.
Legend has it that being close to the son of luck can also increase one's own luck.
Wang Mingchen can become the leader of the clan, and he can also get some glory by accompanying Dao on expeditions to fight the world in the future.
If he can win the battle of destiny, our Valley of Beasts can also be revitalized, and maybe even stronger than in its previous heyday."
Ancestor Wanling nodded: "You have thought very carefully, this is indeed the safest way.
For the sake of the future of the sect, I accept this sect leader."
After that, he bowed to Wang Mingchen and saluted: "Wan Ling has met the sect master and is willing to listen to the sect master's orders from now on."