Old Ancestor, He Was a Wolf Fire

The Liuyan Mountain Range has always been a famous gathering place for monsters on the mainland. However, the Liuyan Mountain Range, which has always been seldom populated, is full of people tonight.

"Quickly, find that one."

"The Sect Master has an order, and those who find the Supreme Elder will reward a spiritual tool."

The grass on the road was disrupted by waves of footsteps. The man in a black robe has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and his facial profile is deep and handsome.

There was no expression on the surface coldly. But the anxiety in his eyes disrupted his apparent peace, "Have you not found anyone yet?"

The disciple who has not yet inquired back will answer. Thunder and lightning with a thick bowl of mouth fell straight from the sky to the top of the mountain.

Ling Cang's face changed, "It's not good, it's already started." The quick luck and spiritual power on his feet rushed toward the top of the mountain. The group of people behind also hurriedly followed.

Nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-eighty-one Daoxuan Lei felt uncomfortable on his body, even if the demon cultivation was blessed, the power of crossing the catastrophe was also very unbearable.

The demon cultivator used to resist thunder and calamity with his body, and was disdainful of using monks' magic weapons, so in a short while, the thunder and lightning produced a scorched black mark on the body of the man below. .

The man standing in the middle of the thunder and lightning looks like a strong bamboo, never shrinking even in the wind and rain. The long black hair slowly spread out, floating in the air.

The cultivation world is famous for being rich in beauties, but even in the cultivation world, the appearance of a man is also a beauty among the beauties.

The whole face is holy, immaculate, and introverted fairy temperament. But the thin red lips, the raised eyebrows, and the strange red golden pupils made him look both righteous and evil.

Gu Qianjun, the Supreme Elder who has been enshrined by the Wujizong for generations. The whole world of comprehension is a frightened figure. After being picked up by the head of the open sect of the Wujizong since childhood, he resisted all opinions and offered the position of Taishang elder.

Only in the body of the monster clan, he was enshrined by the Wuji Sect for 34,571 years.

It was a human figure that could not be repaired until he took over as the head. He then started practicing Taoism with a zero foundation, but became the youngest ancestor in the tribulation period in one fell swoop in 3,029.

Even if you count the tens of thousands of years of his transformation, compared to the power of tens of thousands of years in the realm of comprehension, he can afford to be amazed.

However, this is not the reason why he is feared by everyone, even if it is to enter the Dao, to command the monster beast, these are still acceptable.

What's really scary is that he can travel through the three thousand big worlds and three thousand small worlds with only the cultivation base of the tribulation period. There are even more rumors that he once refined a world with one person. All beings, the ways of heaven, and the laws have never escaped.

Gu Qianjun in Thunder Tribulation opened his eyes, golden light flowing in his pupils, making that face so handsome and evil, "Ling Cang? Do you want to stop Thunder Tribulation?"

Ling Cang pressed his lips tightly, "Qianjun... Do you have to leave?" Gu Qianjun stood on the armrest in Lei Jie, nodding lightly.

"Ha!" Ling Cang covered his face with his hands, covering the crazy look on his face, looking at the person in thunder from a distance. "Qianjun, have I said that? Sometimes you are really innocent. It's almost cruel."

Gu Qianjun didn't answer, as if he had sensed something, he turned around and closed his eyelids. Seeing Gu Qianjun's reaction, Ling Cang threw the thing in his hand as if he had been stimulated.

The thunder calamity, which was still huge, seemed to be blocked by something, and stopped for a while. Gu Qianjun's eyes widened a little, "Ling Cang, what are you doing?"

The transparent spar had long been suspended in the air, hindering the fall of Lei Jie. Ling Cang glanced at the spar above with satisfaction, "I just don't want you to leave. Didn't you say that...I want to fly through the catastrophe together?" After speaking, his voice unconsciously brought a trace of grievance.

"Sorry." Gu Qianjun lowered his eyes, pinching a dark hollowed out pill between his fingers. The majestic and vast spiritual pressure rushed towards his face, and Ling Cang glanced at it before confirming, "This is the pill made from the entire small world?" Seeing Gu Qianjun nodded in response without hesitation, Ling Cang began to feel his heart. Panicked "What do you want to do? Give it to me."

Saying that he was about to grab it, Gu Qianjun stepped back, and the black marks on the snow-white robe slowly began to disappear. "Sorry."

Before Ling Cang could stop him, Gu Qianjun crushed the pill in his hand. A huge spiritual pressure appeared in this space, and even Lei Jie, who was still about to move, was suppressed back—this belonged to the power of another law of Heaven, and only Heaven was able to fight against Heaven.

The repulsive force caused the space to be distorted, and Gu Qianjun disappeared without a trace in front of Ling Cang. Having witnessed all this, Ling Cang knelt on the ground immediately, and the neat black hair gathered up by the jade crown was scattered and turned into frosty white from beginning to end.

The pupils that were originally pitch black were also glowing with scarlet light, and the red marks on the center of the eyebrows were dazzling. This situation and this scene is actually already enchanted.

After finally waiting for the sect disciples where everything calmed down, what they saw was Ling Cang's madness and didn't know what to do. The elders who came next to hear the news sighed and shook their heads, "Since the Sect Master has been enchanted, he is not suitable for being a Sect Master. Thinking of the love in the past, this time we will not be besieged. When we see you next time, we will do it. It's no wonder that we don't think about the same family in the past."

Ling Cang couldn't help but sneered when he heard these polite words.

"Qianjun, Qianjun, you are out of the gate, why don't you go to the sect all day long?" A little Douding, who was already seen in black, stood under the tree.

The white-clothed young man lying casually on the tree smiled warmly, jumped down and rubbed the head of a small beanie, "Those elders are very fake, and their hearts are gloomy. Seeing them respond to others by whiteness."

When the picture changed, Xiao Douding was wearing shabby clothes and walking in the woods ignorantly. "What is the little guy doing here?" Ling Cang's voice appeared softly like a spring breeze.

The still young Ling Cang was taken aback by surprise, "I, I'm lost." Both hands were still nervously rubbing the corners of his clothes twice.

The white-clothed youth ignored the dirt on Ling Cang's body, picked him up, and left the woods.

The picture turned again, and Xiao Douding, who had been shabby in the past, was wearing a brocade suit and followed an elderly white-bearded monk. He looked vaguely and then at the young man in white who was sitting next to him.

As if perceiving the prying eyes, the white-clothed youth suddenly turned his head and stared at Xiao Douding. "Is this kid a new disciple of the Sect Master?"

The old man with white beard was astonished at first, then smiled and nodded, and brought the little Douding next to him, "This kid has good aptitude."

The white-clothed youth is warm and rosy. "Will I teach you for a few days?" The old man with white beard nodded immediately, as if he was afraid that the youth would regret it and pushed people to the front.

Before Ling Cang could see the reaction of the young man in the picture, the picture before him changed again. The former Xiaodouding has grown into a handsome young man, and the hall is pointed at by everyone with swords.

The young man in white who did not know where he came from guarded him behind him. "The deity will thoroughly investigate the matter of the suzerain. Since the previous suzerain has appointed him as the new suzerain, then he can afford this position. If there is any objection People, just come to the deity for an interview."

The young Lang, who was originally pointed out by everyone, was instantly invincible because of the words of the young man.

Ling Cang knelt and sat on the ground, his body shining brightly. The knowledgeable elders on the side were suddenly shocked, "No, he is going to blew himself up, hurry, stop him."

"Please..." The stunned words dissipated between heaven and earth.

In the ninety-one thousand two hundred and eighty epoch of the ephemeris, Yuanxing broke out the biggest survival crisis in history due to human over-exploitation. In desperation, humans had to collect all resources for migration.

The search for new galaxies was not smooth, and there were numerous casualties along the way. After some twists and turns, humans formally settled in the Yalta Galaxy and thrived.

For nearly ten thousand years, humans have been fighting endlessly, splitting from the initial alliance into countless galaxies of life. There are different systems between each living galaxy. Among them, the most powerful should be the Galactic Empire and the Star Alliance.

The two sides have been fighting for thousands of years, and even the outbreak of the Zerg crisis has not stopped them from fighting.

"Report, the third team lost contact."

"report…"

In the starship control room, the man with green pupils couldn't help but pounded the wall, and exploded with a swear word, "Damn, is the Zerg crazy this time?"

Before the man could finish speaking, a report came immediately, "Report the general, Yuan, the marshal is missing."

Hilton’s eyes widened suddenly, "What? What happened?" The other side seemed to be disturbed by something, and the signal was not clear. "I, we, met... Caracalla... Cosmic storm, the marshal was forced to After the signal was interrupted, the Marshal lost contact with the Zerg aggressively attacking for a while."

Hilton thumped the wall again.

At the same time, in another piece of space, thousands of stars slowly began to change. The man fighting on the ground didn't feel anything, as if he was single-mindedly dealing with the dense worms in front of him. But the insects who were fighting against him seemed to feel something, and couldn't help but began to retreat steadily.

The man finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a huge mental pressure swept over. Reinhardt's face changed, "No wonder there are so many insects here, it's actually the queen of insects." The fleshy insects with huge mouthparts almost occupied most of the battlefield the moment they exposed their bodies.

Before it could move, Reinhardt's face twisted. The mech was damaged when it fell here. Now he can only rely on himself to resist the mental power of the queen of worms.

However, the spiritual power of the queen who is recognized as the strongest spiritual power in the interstellar is not so good to resist. Gradually, Reinhardt fell to the ground unable to support his body.