Tianlong: Immortal Cultivator in the World of Martial Arts

Chapter 310 The Chance of Sanctification
For Mo Feng now, it's not the time to laugh at Feng Xiang, and I'm afraid he will inevitably have a whip.

Even though he knew that what happened this time would not kill him, the pain was still inevitable.

After Feng Xiang fell to the ground, Mo Feng immediately began to support the defense.

A white protective shield appeared on his head, but this guy obviously underestimated the power of Zixiao Shenlei.

Feng Xiang, who fell to the ground, was still emitting smoke from his mouth, and his body had also turned into a human form, but that miserable appearance really looked a little pitiful.

While Mo Feng was still staring at Feng Xiang, a thunderbolt from the purple sky directly hit Mo Feng's protection.

For the ink seal, such a powerful protective power seems to be useless under such circumstances.

Seeing this, Mo Feng was already in despair. Looking at the thunderclouds in the sky, he silently took off his protection, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, preparing for the baptism.

Of course, such a thing will definitely not exceed everyone's imagination, until the two guys are lying together smoking, this matter is not over.

"It's too miserable..." The few people who watched the battle just now were not only glad that they left earlier, but also felt regretful seeing these two people like this.

"Feng Jun, should we take these two guys back?" said a little guy from the Qilin tribe.

"What do you bring? Didn't you see that the thunder cloud hadn't dispersed yet? In case of passing, Master Time will give you a baptism, that's really unimaginable!" Feng Jun looked at the little guy and said.

"You're right. It's good for them to lie there. Anyway, there are no wild beasts in this world. Let's go first." Hearing Feng Jun's words, the little guy also hurriedly said.

It's a bit weird here now, the area of ​​[-] miles on the ground can no longer be seen, not only the burning of Fengxiang, but also the devastation of the earth with the ink seal.

After Feng Jun and the others left, the little guy still couldn't bear to look at the two of them, but looking at the thunder clouds above his head, the little guy finally decided that it would be better to leave quickly.

Prophet's Palace

In the top position, Nu Wa is sitting next to Zhao Bi, looking at the distant scenery.

At this time, it has been nearly ten thousand years since Zhao Bi announced the release of ten primordial purple qi.

"Prophet, is there anyone you like who can become a saint?" Nuwa said.

"There are really a few, and there are quite a few good seedlings in the group here." Zhao Yu said with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

"It's really rare. If you can say such a thing, then I'm really more curious about which ones are better?" Nuwa also said with a smile.

"Don't worry, keep a little sense of mystery, you will know next time." Zhao Bi said.

Seeing Zhao Bi's appearance, Nuwa didn't continue to ask.

Anyway, it won't take long for such a thing to come to fruition.

While the two were still looking at each other, the Time Demon God suddenly appeared not far from the two of them watching this scene.

"prophet……"

The Time Demon God shouted with a smile on his face.

"It looks like you have succeeded?" Zhao Bi said.

"Yes Prophet, now I feel that I am too powerful."

Seeing the Demon God of Time like this, Nuwa smiled and said, "Master Time's speed is much faster than Teacher's."

"Emperor Wa, you can no longer call me Sir, you should just call me Time." Hearing that Nu Wa was still called before, the Demon God of Time hurriedly said, and then said, "That fellow Hongjun, who was The demon god is not so good? How can you compare with me?"

"Nuwa, time is different now, let alone Hongjun, under the Dao, besides me, there should really be no one who is his opponent." Zhao Bi looked at Time Demon God and said.

"Haha..., what the Prophet said is true."

"Don't laugh too, now Fang Tiandao is in your hands, don't let any problems arise here." Zhao Bi said.

"Don't worry, Prophet, there will never be any problems with me." Time Demon God said with a smile
"That's all right, I can rest assured that I leave this place to you." Zhao Bi said, looking at Nu Wa again, and said, "The prehistoric world is going to be lively outside, should we go and have a look?"

"Okay! It's been a long time since I went out, and I don't know how Honghuang is doing now?" Nuwa looked at Zhao Bi and said.

"Maybe it will scare you when you go out."

Nuwa still doesn't understand what Zhao Bi means, what can there be in the current prehistoric world?
It's just that the prehistoric world has indeed undergone great changes.

The prehistoric human race has properly become a powerful race after the monster race and the witch race, and there are also very powerful existences among the human race?
Despite this, the human race is still relatively weak overall, and most of the monster race still like to feed on humans.

Lao Tzu stayed in the human world for hundreds of Yuan Hui, witnessing the origin and development of the entire human race.

Here, Lao Tzu no longer needs to hide among the crowd like he did at the beginning, and now he has fully integrated into the human race.

Even though Nuwa is in the world of prophets, she can still feel that the power of luck that humans have given her is losing, but Zhao Yu's words still ring in his ears.

For things like luck, saints don't need much, or it can be said that this is a dispensable thing.

"Xuandu, come here..." I looked at the ten-year-old boy who was chopping firewood and shouted.

Xuandu was a child picked up by Lao Tzu before. Both parents were eaten by wild beasts, but all wild beasts would bypass this newborn child.

When Lao Tzu found him, he predicted that this child would have a mentor-student relationship with him in the future, so he stayed by his side all the time.

"Teacher, do you have something to do with me?" Xuan Du ran over and looked at Lao Tzu and said.

"Xuandu, the teacher feels that his time has come, are you willing to go with the teacher in the future?" Lao Tzu looked at Xuandu and said softly.

"Teacher, Xuandu was raised by you. Wherever the teacher goes, Xuandu will naturally go!"

Listening to Xuandu's words, the corner of Lao Tzu's mouth burst into a smile.

Anyway, Xuandu was brought up by himself and fate is still here.

After hundreds of years, Lao Tzu has gradually become clear about his opportunity to become a saint.

I've always been in the wrong direction before.

Not only that, there has always been Nuwa on top of human beings, so although Lao Tzu knows that the chance of sanctification may be on the human side, he has never been able to comprehend the chance of sanctification.

But after adopting Xuandu, all the things in it slowly began to appear in front of Lao Tzu's eyes.

(End of this chapter)