Prehistoric World Live Room System

Chapter 210 Reinforcement
Now, the foreign side has won the first place, and on the wild battlefield, everyone is ecstatic.On this battlefield, while keeping your own life, you should perform as hard as you can, and strive to be favored by the spirit of the universe and get a copy of the universe, so it is worthwhile to come here.

"Is it just fighting to determine the ownership of the origin of the universe?" Above the sky, Xiao Xuan quietly looked at the people celebrating below, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

He had a vague feeling that the origin of the universe should not be obtained so easily.Even in the previous inheritance, he had a guess that the favorite candidates for the original will of the universe should be those who can successfully lead the next reincarnation to form a civilization. Although force is also important, it should not be the most critical point.

At this moment, one of the eight ancient clans in the Fengyuan universe, the depths of the Zhan clan.

After more than two years of absorption, the fighting intent in the stone palace, and all the fighting intent in all directions, all disappeared.

From now on, this place may no longer belong to the forbidden area.

Boom!

Suddenly, a majestic and vast momentum surged up, shaking the entire stone palace, and huge cracks like dragons spread on the wall.

Chen Feng's eyes slowly opened.

After more than two years of retreat, he refined all the fighting spirit into ten strands of the power of the God of War through the soul of the God of War.

Although these ten wisps of God of War power were not comparable to the power of God of War absorbed in the Nine Heavens, they were also extremely powerful and mysterious. After being integrated into his body, they brought about some transformation.

If he added the battle armor transformed from the holy skeleton, he would have no problem at all in defeating a saint powerhouse at the sixth level of the holy realm with all his cultivation.

"Seniors, I have left customs, how is the situation now?"

Chenfeng picked up the token, and sent a series of divine thoughts.

"Chenfeng, all the monks of the Tianmeng have all gathered. Senior Qiyao and the others have already prepared their means, and the strong men of the Zhan clan are also ready." The voice of the Dragon Emperor sounded first: "According to the Northern Wilderness Judging from the vision, the current original power has not yet chosen a master, and we can still catch up. Now the cross-domain teleportation array is ready, as long as we arrive before noon tomorrow, this original power will definitely be ours!"

"Tomorrow at noon?"

Chen Feng's eyes gradually became sharper.

On his body, there are more rainbow-like fighting intentions, radiating out.

In ancient times, he once broke through the realm in the Nine Heavens, became a god of war, and beheaded several human and god powerhouses, but that was someone else's body after all. god.Nowadays, times are changing, and God is inevitably at a disadvantage when facing the saints of this era, and his retreat this time is to solve the discomfort caused by the changing rules of heaven and earth.

Moreover, the meaning of this battle of conferring gods is completely different. It is said to be conferring gods, but it is actually a battle for survival, and there is no room for carelessness.

"I am coming now."

After dozens of breaths, Chen Feng finished transmitting the divine thought, disappeared in place, and flew into the Seven Luminaries Flying Immortal Sword not far from the Zhan Clan.

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One of the forbidden places, the lost medicine garden, a place of inheritance.

Rays of divine light pierced the sky, landed in front of a towering ancient glazed pagoda, and turned into silhouettes.

These figures are Tangmu Martial God and other top experts in the lost medicine garden.

Now these strong men are staring at the gate, their expressions are extremely dignified, and there is still some apprehension in their hearts.

Ever since the Son of Fusu entered that place, there has been no news, and they don't know whether the Son of Fusu has obtained the inheritance or has fallen into it.

More importantly, the battle for the origin is about to begin now, if the Holy Son of Fusu does not appear, even if the inheritance is obtained, it will be of no avail.

After all, the path taken by Fusu Shengzi is different from that of some other talented Wudi. He wants to directly enshrine the gods as the Martial Ancestor and achieve the realm of the Holy Venerable.

Fengyuan Universe, in this era, unified the seventh-level powerhouses into saints, eighth-level saints, and ninth-level holy emperors.The destruction of the universe is approaching, and all the creatures that existed in ancient times will be revived for the final battle for survival!

If you miss this time and wait millions of years, it will be meaningless.

"Patriarch Tangmu, it will take a long time to open everything we have prepared. If we don't open it now, I'm afraid it won't be useful in the Battle of the Conferred Gods..."

An ancient Valkyrie couldn't help but speak, breaking the silence.Among these ancient races, although the world has changed drastically, they are still accustomed to using the names of their era. After all, the meanings are almost the same, and there is no difference.

"Then go and open it now."

Martial God Tangmu said decisively.

"But……"

Many Martial God powerhouses were shocked. If they opened it now, if the Son of Fusu could not appear in time, or had already fallen, it would cause a huge loss for them to lose the medicine garden.

"Hey, that's right, you old men, when did you study the art of heaven's secrets, and you actually knew that the Son of Fusu would leave the customs on this day?"

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded.

The gate of the entire giant tower was also slowly opened, and a floating figure walked out from the depths of it. Even though it didn't exude any momentum, there was still an incomparably vast coercion, sweeping all directions.

"Sacred Son Fusu is out? Is this the Holy Body of the Three Spirits? No, this is—"

The faces of the warriors who were present at the scene were happy at first, and soon they realized something, and there was a look of shock on their faces.

"The Eucharist of the Seven Spirits?"

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The next day, early morning.

The atmosphere in the entire Xiluo Land became even more boiling. Even though there were many monks who had not yet gone to the Northern Wilderness, they were still paying attention to this battle for godhood.

"The news just came that people from the Blood, Flame, and Thunder clans have set off."

"Tsk tsk, together with Nantian Shendi and them, seven forces have already started to act."

"Until now, there is still no news from the Tianmeng. Could it be that they have arrived ahead of time and are lurking?"

"Cut, from my point of view, Chenfeng will not go there in all likelihood. Under such a situation, going to the past is completely tantamount to death."

"Death? Hehe, why must he die? Although their dragon clan has fallen, they are still not comparable to us." Some people discussed.

As the news continued to spread, these monks felt very clearly that a grand storm was gaining momentum and was about to break out.

Their eyes, from beginning to end, were focused on Chen Feng.

Some people disdain, and some sneer, but more monks, even if they don't say anything, have a little hope in their hearts.

As time passed bit by bit, forces such as the Forbidden Land of the Demon Gods, the Forest of Misfortune, the Hades, and the Sea Race all started to set off for the Northern Wilderness.

The Lost Medicine Garden and the Zhan Clan were the last two forces to leave.Prior to this, the Dragon Clan had locked onto the Northern Wilderness Space, and those dragons who were vying for the original power of the Dragon Clan took the lead and left.

At this moment, if you look down from a very high place, you can see these major forces, like ancient dragons, flying from all directions, which makes people feel shocked.

A war, a confrontation, has evolved into an unrivaled event.

Finally, when noon came, all the ancient visions that bloomed on the entire Zhan Clan ground collapsed in an instant, turning into tens of thousands of golden dragons and phoenixes, flying in all directions.

Nuo Da's land also began to tremble continuously, and strands of strange black light began to emerge from the depths, flying into the mid-air, and condensed into one after another incomparably grand black dojos, with divine light falling down.

In the blink of an eye, there are tens of thousands of them, like mountains stacked on top of each other, and like temples of holy Buddhas one after another. The treasures are so solemn that people subconsciously feel awe.

Brush brush!
From the end of the entire sky, streaks of divine light descended, constantly changing, and finally turned into a figure in a platinum robe with chaotic breath, who seemed human but not human.

These figures are the envoys of the great gods.

"All monks on the list of gods, regardless of the emperor or the ancestor of the martial arts, must rush to the Great Peak of the Zhan Clan within an hour, otherwise, they will be deemed to have given up participating in the war." A majestic voice immediately sounded in the minds of countless people: "One After hours—”

"Cross-domain teleportation array, open again!"

Just nine words, like the supreme thunder, made countless strong people vibrate.

(End of this chapter)