Thunder Martial

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In this valley, Su Mengyao talked about everyone's plans and future plans.

Xingchen and the others nodded their heads in agreement after hearing this.

The four saints who were suspected to be the reincarnation of the ancient ancestors cupped their fists to apologize, because they had misunderstood Yiqian's meaning earlier.

As one of the few survivors, after coming out of Thunder God Temple, they practiced in Tianwu Continent.

During the period, they accidentally discovered the souls of the four people of Xingchen, so they set up a formation here and guarded it all the time.

until everyone arrives.

This is the last harvest of the group in this world. After a brief rest, everyone headed towards Zhanwu Continent.

Zhanwu Continent has nine pieces of land, and the area is dozens of times that of Tianwu Continent. They have been looking for Tianwu Continent for ten years.

In Zhanwu Continent, it will take longer.

The group of people once again divided the work into nine continents, customized a century-old plan, and searched for each.

Zichen and Yiqian are heading towards the Ninth Continent.

Returning to the Ninth Continent again, Zi Chen also had a lot of emotion in his heart.

Back then, he had risen from this place.

He still remembered the 108 cities, the city rankings back then, Shuntian Dao, Destiny, Dongqing, and Shangguanhong.

But unfortunately, many years later, the World Annihilation War broke out here, and the pattern of Zhanwu Continent has undergone great changes.

Huping City, where he rose to prominence, is still there, and this city has become an important symbol of the Ninth Continent.

But it's a pity that things have long been changed, and all the strong men who could be called famous back then were all buried in the Thunder God Temple.

Passing by the city from a distance, Yiqian saw the towering statue.

She stared at the statue, dazed.

She hadn't seen that face for a long time.

I saw that statue,

Staring at the outside world, his eyes are deep and his expression is indifferent.

He is taller than the city!

Zichen stood beside Yiqian, looking at the statue, feeling filled with emotion.

After a while, the two continued on their way.

Yiqian's eyes were a little red, the gust of wind blew by, her long eyelashes fluttered, and a teardrop slid down the corner of her eye.

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Two years later, in a lost space, Zi Chen felt the familiar atmosphere again.

After waking up the sleeping being, a strong murderous intent surged from the world.

This murderous intent is almost materialized, as if the air is condensed into cold knives, making people feel like they are in the lock of thousands of cold knives.

No one else appeared around, but the murderous intent was getting stronger and stronger.

Yiqian's divine sense swept around and said loudly: "Zhang Haotian, I know it's you! Come out for me!"

She had to speak loudly, because all the people who appeared were temporarily in a state of confusion, and all their reactions were normal subconscious actions.

The void distorted, and an indifferent figure dressed in black appeared. His eyes were extremely cold, but there was a daze in the depths of his eyes.

This daze gradually disappeared after seeing Yiqian.

"goddess?"

Immediately afterwards, a surprised and somewhat dry voice sounded.

"Welcome back." Yiqian looked at Zhang Haotian and said.

"What's going on?" Zhang Haotian's eyes gradually brightened, and he asked in confusion.

"Let's talk about it later, let's get out of here first."

Yiqian turned around and walked out of the lost time and space.

Zi Chen turned around, Zhang Haotian's eyes fell on him, and his brows were slightly frowned.

After coming out, Yiqian told what happened.

When Zhang Haotian heard about it, a trace of happiness flashed in his cold eyes.

After that, the two-person team officially became a three-person team.

At the beginning, the rays of light falling from the Thunder God Temple fell on the Zhanwu Continent the most.

While Zi Chen found Zhang Haotian, the others also gained something one after another.

Xingchen found Lu Peng.

The magic ape discovered Zhanwu Qingfeng.

Feitian Shenhu accidentally discovered Dragon and Tiger Supreme.

"Yin!"

A resounding dragon chant resounded through the heaven and earth, and a blue dragon was seen rising into the sky, with a sacred aura shining all over its body.

This Azure Dragon is not the former Azure Dragon Great Sage, but the savage dragon who followed Zichen back then.

"Yin!"

The resounding dragon chant resounded again, and another holy dragon shining with thunder was born.

It's a brontosaurus.

As time passed, the powerful beings who had died in the Temple of Thunder appeared one after another.

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Su Mengyao raised her hand and shot out a burst of energy, the void was broken from it, and a sacred breath emerged.

"Which damn thing dares to disturb Buddha's rest!"

A voice full of anger sounded, the void shook, and the terrifying power surged.

Sensing this holy prestige and hearing this familiar voice, the corners of Su Mengyao's mouth slightly raised, and said: "Dead monk, it's time to go home!"

"what."

A voice came from the surging breath, "It's a very familiar voice, is this a hallucination?"

"Dead monk, come out quickly, this is not a hallucination!" Su Mengyao said loudly, looking a little excited.

"Isn't this the voice of Su Mengyao? But how could Su Mengyao curse? What world is this?"

Seeing that the monk was still coming out, Su Mengyao raised her hand and shot out a holy light.

This light is like a chain, entering this void.

With screams, the monk was seen coming out of the chain of holy light. During this period, the monk was struggling with a blank expression on his face.

Throwing the monk on the ground, Su Mengyao said, "Monk, it's time to return to your soul."

Seeing the real Su Mengyao, the bewilderment in the monk's eyes also slowly disappeared, and finally the eyes released light again.

"Su Mengyao, it's really you!"

In the eyes of the monk, all eyes are shining, and the breath of the saint is flowing around him.

"Welcome back!" Su Mengyao looked at the monk and nodded.

"Aren't I dead? Why am I still alive? Where am I? Where is Zichen? Where is the magic ape? Where are the others?" The monk asked several questions in succession.

Su Mengyao answered all the questions for the monk, but she didn't say that the skeleton might be Zichen, only that Zichen fell into the abyss and her life and death were unknown.

"A good person doesn't live long, but a scourge lasts for a thousand years!"

Hearing this, the monk sighed and said: "A good person like me is still alive, and he didn't die in the Thunder God Temple. He is a scourge, why should he die? I believe he will come out. In this endless world, there is no reason to die." Those arrogant protoss are waiting for him to harm them! How can he die!"

At the end, the monk said firmly: "He will not die! He will definitely come back! If he doesn't come, I will bring him back myself!"

Mention Zichen again, Su Mengyao looks a little sad.

She didn't join the others immediately, but continued to search on this continent.

At the beginning, the time agreed by everyone was a hundred years.

After a hundred years, no matter whether you find it or not, you must return to Tianwu Continent to gather with the Promise Sect.

A hundred years, whether it is long or not, is not short.

This time is not enough for them to explore the entire continent, but it is also enough to explore those strange places.

A hundred years later, a group of people left Zhanwu Continent one after another.

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The Skeleton Patriarch and others returned, and then left quickly, without explaining anything during the period.

This made the disciples in the Wuji Sect feel a little uneasy.

They guessed in their hearts whether they angered the ancestor somewhere.

Time passed, and a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

In these hundred years, the Tianwu Continent has become peaceful again.

The fact that the Wang family forcibly recognized the ancestor was gradually forgotten.

The current Wang family is still one of the top families in the Tianwu Continent.

In fact, according to the current Wang family, they don't need the protection of outsiders at all, they are completely self-sufficient.

After the scene of the ancestor's return a hundred years ago, the Wuji Sect is still mysterious, but this time in addition to being mysterious, it is also powerful.

As we all know, the current Wuji Sect obviously has seven saint-level ancestors.

So even though the number of the Wuji Sect is pitifully small, in the entire Tianwu Continent, the Wuji Sect can still rank high.

On a certain day, in the peaceful Tianwu Continent, there was another wave of holy power.

This fluctuation is very strong, strong enough to cause changes in the world.

In an instant, all the living beings in the entire Tianwu Continent felt the torrential fluctuation of the holy power.

"It's the direction of the sacred place."

"It's where the Promise Sect is located."

Soon, there were forces that locked the position of the saint wave.

And outside the Wuji Sect at this moment, all the nearly one hundred disciples of the Wuji Sect came out. They looked up at the sky, dumbfounded, almost petrified.

I saw silhouettes appearing above the sky, and all of those silhouettes exuded the aura of holy power.

saint.

All saints!

As long as the sight can see people, then they are all saints!

Standing in front of all the disciples of the Promise Sect, Zhang Chutian and Wu Xinyu were also stunned after seeing so many saints.

"Those are all ancestors?"

Looking at the figures descending from the sky, Zhang Chutian's eyes widened. Among them, he saw many familiar figures.

Familiarity is not that he has seen it with his own eyes, but that he has seen the portraits of the ancestors recorded in the Wuji Sect.

The next moment, his eyes fixed on an ancestor in black, and he blinked his eyes in disbelief.

It's the ancestor!

They are the ancestors of the Zhang family.

Patriarch Zhang Haotian!

As if he was hit by an electric motor, his body shook, looking incredible.

"Meet the ancestor!"

As the figures of the people landed, the hundreds of people below saluted one after another, and the resounding voice resounded through the world.

"What are you doing? This is the Wuji Sect, how did it become like this?"

A voice sounded, and the monk stood in the air, looking at the Wuji Sect in surprise.

"The formation is seriously damaged, many iconic buildings have been lost, and there are only a few people left in the sect."

Lu Peng opened his mouth, as a formation master, he knew the current situation of the Wuji Sect with a glance of his spiritual thoughts.

"It's only been five thousand years, what happened?" Long Hu was also surprised.

"We are all to blame for this matter. We will talk about it slowly after we go in."

Wang Xian'er said: "Oh, Zhang Haotian, this man is called Zhang Chutian, and he is now the suzerain of the Wuji Sect."

Hearing this, Zhang Haotian stared at Zhang Chutian, while Zhang Chutian looked at Zhang Haotian excitedly, and called out 'Old Ancestor'.

Zhang Haotian nodded and said, "It's the blood of my family."

Even though he was indifferent, there were some fluctuations in his eyes at this moment, and he knew very well where the blood came from.

"Let's go, let's talk first."

Su Mengyao said, and walked in first.

Others followed suit.

The monk's eyes swept across the audience, and finally landed on the skeleton. He looked up and down the skeleton, and said, "I know everyone else, why don't I know you? But the Buddha sees you very familiar, a little familiar, tell the Buddha ,Where are you from?"

The monk who spoke was very familiar and hugged the shoulder of the skeleton.

"Peng!"

Energy surged around the skeleton.

The monk screamed strangely and flew out.