My son Wang Teng has the appearance of a great emperor

Chapter 95 Convinced that something went wrong

Less than three seconds after first contacting Yuanshen, the prohibition in it was triggered passively, and he knew Wushuang's life directly.

However, Wang Teng still found some useful information.

Wushuang came from Emperor Killing, and didn't belong to any lineage, a direct lineage disciple.

The power position is greater than all branches, and any branch of the line can be ordered to do things for it.

It has been hidden in the Qishi mansion for several years, the purpose is to find the Tianjiao of each branch, and there is a more important task, but Wang Teng didn't know it, it is a ban.

This time, the bet with Wang Teng was not only for An Miaoyi, but also for the mission given to him by the Emperor Killing, to kill Wang Teng and bring back the inheritance of Wushi and Chaos.

His success fell short, but he was killed by Wang Teng instead.

Wang Teng didn't get Wushuang's exercise either. There was only one point, which was related to Amitabha Buddha, but it didn't belong to the Buddha's secret technique.

There were still three emperor-killers in Qishi's mansion, but Wang Teng didn't get all the information, so he didn't know who they were.

Moreover, the most important point is that the helmsman who kills the emperor is known as the Dark Emperor, which is passed down from generation to generation, and the leader of each generation is called the Dark Emperor.

This is the most useful news that Wang Teng knows, and he guessed that even if the first generation of dark emperors did not prove the Tao, they are definitely the existence of the pinnacle quasi-emperor, otherwise it would be impossible to build such a huge force.

There is no information about this generation of dark emperors, only that the cultivation base is extremely powerful, as long as the dark emperor appears in Wushuang's soul, he will continue to tremble, fear, and waves of fear will spread to the soul.

This time, Wang Teng killed such a big man, one can imagine how angry the Emperor Killer would be when he found out, and what greeted him would be a storm of murderous intent.

In the endless void, bursts of black light shot out, and in mid-air, a black ball trembled like a heartbeat. It used to have 99 Dao patterns on the surface, but now there are only 800 yuan left.

The once chaotic ancient devil fetus has become even darker and biting, with cold killing intent emerging continuously.

"Hehe, Chaos Gu!" A shocking whisper came from the magic fetus. At this moment, the magic fetus evolved into a soul.

In an instant, the space returned to calm.

Wang Teng didn't know about all this. After killing Wushuang, he took the spoils, ten drops of dragon marrow, and a piece of god source, and returned to the cave to refine the dragon marrow.

The outside world has caused an uproar, and this battle has spread again.

The Tianjiao of the older generation was also beheaded by Wang Teng.

After Wang Teng absorbed the ten drops of dragon marrow, there was no breakthrough, and his cultivation was still at the level of the second transformation of the dragon, which made him very puzzled. Perfect state, why hasn't it broken through yet.

Tried it again, no problems, what's going on.

My own practice of the Emperor's Sutra has always been a matter of course. Why did there appear to be a bottleneck this time? It is impossible for the powerful innate holy body to have such a problem.

Wang Teng firmly believed that there must be something wrong, and this feeling became stronger and stronger.

This made him unable to calm down. These years have been smooth and smooth, and his practice has been unimpeded. At this moment, he felt that he was in trouble, and he didn't know what the trouble was. The suppression of heaven had long since disappeared, so why is there still such a situation.

After thinking about it, he decided to look up ancient books to see if he could find the answer.

When he came to the Library Pavilion of Qishi Mansion, he ignored other people's gazes and began to look for books on this topic.

However, his physique is too special, and all the books he found on the Innate Saint Physique and Dao Embryo are all summed up in one sentence: "Invincible Divine Physique, go forward bravely, without any bottlenecks!"

Wang Teng was about to change direction, to find out about the bottleneck of cultivation, and he could no longer revolve around the innate sacrament.

After searching for three days and three nights, I did collect some useful information.

If the cultivation base is too fast, there will be a bottleneck, and it is necessary to re-sacrifice the divine method and beat the foundation.

A defect in the fountain of life will cause a bottleneck in cultivation.

A lack of soul will also cause a slow bottleneck in cultivation.

Cultivation techniques and the physical body do not match, resulting in mutual repulsion, slowing down the bottleneck of cultivation.

As expected of the Qishi Mansion, they have found hundreds of bottlenecks in their cultivation bases.

But the strange thing is that these are not in line with Wang Teng, his foundation is extremely solid, his exercises are more in line with the physical body, and there are other problems, all of which are ruled out by Wang Teng.

In the past three days, Wang Teng's brows became tighter and tighter, and his face was full of doubts.

What to do, I can only go home and ask Wang Changsheng for advice.

Wang Teng left immediately, preparing to return to the Wang family.

But the more anxious you are, the more trouble you will find.

Just as Wang Teng stepped out of the Qishi mansion, he saw a burst of divine light splashing, colorful, and moving under his feet.

Send array!
In the blink of an eye, Wang Teng was directly teleported to a desolate place.

The dry ancient river, the desolate and boundless desert, there is no life in sight.

In front of him, four men appeared.

There is a ruthlessness in the eyebrows, and the Dao patterns around the body evolve into the heavens. The supreme power continues to squeeze the void, and there are spatial ripples all over the body.

Four great powers!From Emperor Killing.

Wang Teng looked calmly at the four people in front of him.

"Wang Teng, are you going to kill yourself or wait for me to crush your bones piece by piece!" the man in white said grimly.

"You dare to kill Wushuang, you really don't know the heights of heaven and earth." Another man with a scarred face showed a hint of murderous intent.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, deal with him, and complete the task quickly." The man with long beard interrupted them.

"Hehe, don't worry, he doesn't have any extreme weapons, what can he use to fight against the four powers?" The last power is obese, but his eyes are fierce.

Sure enough, the Wushi Bell could not be sacrificed, and the Emperor Wen suppressed it.

This world has been completely imprisoned by them, and Wang Teng has nowhere to escape.

"Little beast, take your life." The bearded man was the first to strike.

I saw the palms changing in thousands of ways, and the hands evolved into two hundred-zhang mountains, covering the sky and the sun. The ancient trees on the mountains are towering, the vegetation is dense, and they are lifelike.

Throw it at Wang Teng.

Wang Teng was not afraid at all, with a tall and straight posture, black hair flying, and sharp eyes. I saw him draw out the Heavenly Emperor's Holy Sword and strike it with a sharp sword light, just like the reappearance of the Heavenly Emperor.

"Shh!"

When the two hundred-zhang mountains met the holy sword of the emperor, they were broken into slag like wood, and the holy sword law directly refined its internal divine power.

The long-bearded man formed seals with both hands, and slapped Wang Teng vigorously, only to see an endless void, and directly swallowed Wang Teng into it.

Wang Teng's eyes were like lightning, and he directly used the Wang family's supreme holy art, the protection of the holy light, the phantom of the saint, and the seal of the holy king, and played them one after another.

This is a world-shocking holy art, which belongs to the same origin, and the ancestor of the Wang family created the supreme holy art with the posture of Tianzong.

One kind of holy power has evolved into three kinds of exercises, which are based on saints and represent the supreme holy power to suppress everything and pacify evil spirits.

For a moment, the sound of the Tao slowly permeated, like a sacrificial Zen sound, penetrating the heavens and the world, the saint was angry, and millions of corpses floated.

"Boom!"

Wang Teng strode forward, his whole body boiling with energy, and the phantom of the saint behind him kept waving his palms at the endless void, piercing the sky with waves of holy power.

At this moment, the three forms of unrivaled sacred arts are supremely mysterious, connected internally, surrounded externally, one blow after another, succeeding each other, as if opening up a new universe.

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