Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1178 People from all walks of life, the beginning of despair

Immortal roots determine a person's upper limit.

Generally speaking, in every big world in this universe, there is only one immortal root.

Whoever has the Immortal Root in his hands, this big world must also be under his control.

This is the law.

The reason why the man in black robe left the dark world was because he did not want to follow the three masters of the dark world and eat away at the entire universe. This was the reason why.

He wants to get the Immortal Root to make up for his upper limit.

The place farthest from the three masters and easiest to control is the great world.

What's more, the vast world has been torn apart by dimensional rifts before.

So it is absolutely very simple for them to invade.

The man in black robe, who had not been hindered by anything along the way, was only one step away from being deprived of his immortal roots.

"Garbage, Ancestor Hongjun, you only have this little foundation in this great world. Your disciples and grandchildren have all been eradicated by me. I don't know, what else do you want to say now?"

The man in black robe was squatting next to the ocean of nothingness. He casually grasped the black chains and made a clanking sound that made people's hair stand on end.

"Your strength is indeed very strong. Even if we devote all our cultivation, we still can't stop you." Ancestor Hongjun's voice sounded extremely weak.

"It's good that you know. So, should you hand over the immortal root yourself, or should I get it myself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly jumped into the air.

In a flash, he appeared in the center of the Sea of ​​Nothingness.

"Old guy, even if you have immortal roots to protect you, your lifespan cannot be as long as the sky. Your limit is already here. Why don't you give me your immortal roots?"

The voice of the man in black robe became more and more wanton. "The Immortal Root is the destiny of my ancient world. If you want it, you can get it based on your ability. Although I am old, I have no intention of surrendering!"

Although Patriarch Hongjun's voice is very weak, his integrity is still there.

"Old man, you are so shameless!" The man in black robe shook his big hand, and the water in the entire sea of ​​​​emptiness suddenly rose and surged!

What's even more terrifying is that the sea water rose into the air in an instant, forming the shape of a sword!

Hanging upside down from the ceiling!
  Any cultivator would take a breath of cold air when seeing such a scene.

Ancestor Hongjun's voice was still calm and composed.

"If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please. There is a powerful person in our ancient wilderness. As soon as he arrives, you guys will definitely have no bones left!"

Ancestor Hongjun spoke extremely indifferently, but was ridiculed by Ziling, "Could the powerful person you are talking about be that Zhang Yan? That kind of trash is no match for our Lord, and the powerful person ! I advise you to surrender as soon as possible to avoid the physical pain."

As soon as she said this, her laughter was extremely harsh.

"Zhang Yan is a good boy. He won't give up so easily. Just wait and see." The voice of Patriarch Hongjun became colder and colder.

The man in black robe laughed loudly, "Okay, let's just wait and see! Let's see if your savior dares to show up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spies urgently reported!

"Report!"

"What's the matter? Shouting?"

"A large group of practitioners came outside Zixiao Palace!" There was a hint of fear in the spy's eyes.

"Why are you panicking? Aren't they just a bunch of guys who don't care about life and death?" The man in black robe raised his lips slightly, "Old Hongjun, don't think too much, your savior is still cowering right now."

(End of this chapter)