Rebirth of the strongest Immortal Venerable - Chapter 872

Chapter 872

God has a problem.

Isn’t this heavenly way?

Or is the way of heaven being “blackened” and lost its original will?

This is amazing.

To reach Lin Feng’s level, I feel that there is generally nothing wrong with it.

If so, it would be serious.

Lin Feng collected the residual characters into the Qiankun Ring, and stayed for a while, trying to find more traces to confirm the guess.

The small world is broken too badly, the rules are unstable, and it is constantly shattering and going to be annihilated.

“It’s time to leave.”

In the end, he walked out of the broken world.

With a loud bang, the small world exploded and returned to nothingness, never again.

Lin Feng sighed, turned and left, stepping out, and he was thousands of miles away. This is a way to shrink the ground.

In the reincarnation of the big dream, he has obtained many methods from previous lives and is practicing hard practice.

With the soul of Xianzun, he quickly comprehended this method.

After that, he went on foot, continued to practice hard, traveled all over the famous mountains and deep in the East China Sea, looking for the legendary Dragon Palace, hoping to get some clues from there.

It is a pity that there is a ruin in the depths of the East China Sea, the palace is shattered, and the walls are ruined, as if they have experienced a fierce battle.

He stood, lost in thought, what happened to the ancient earth that was beaten beyond recognition?

Is it true that it is an ancient battlefield?

“Ok?”

Just when he was about to leave, he felt something in his heart, and with a big wave of his hand, the ruins exploded, and a stone stele appeared in the depths.

The stone stele is blood red, with a strong fighting spirit, and a smell of no fragrance.

Broken, only one-third, with a line of words engraved on it.

The above text is very fast, not Oracle, nor Zhong Dingwen, it does not belong to the earth, it should come from outside the sky.

Lin Feng learned a sentence through mental fluctuations:

Three thousand warriors of our race, crossing the void, conquering all worlds, invincible, invincible, no one is invincible, but they suffer here and bury their bones…

My clan is dead, but my soul is immortal. When the great sacrifice begins, my heroic soul will return…

…

Lin Feng was sure that this was not something of the earth, it should have been left by a clan outside the sky.

He thought of the records in the ancient books of the past:

Ten thousand worlds have been broken, many saints have fallen, sages bleed, the long river of time has been shattered, and a section of it has been cut off…

Some people call it dark catastrophe.

At first I didn’t care, thinking that someone was sensationalizing and speculating about ancient history.

Now he believes that this is most likely the truth.

Ten Thousand Realms have encountered unprecedented enemies. Thousands of races were destroyed, Ten Thousand Realms were shattered and collapsed…

Then who is the protagonist of this catastrophe, is it the mysterious family who engraved the stone tablet?

According to the stele, this clan crossed the void and fought in the world, no one is invincible, and its strength is absolutely terrifying.

But the earth was catastrophic, and the army of three thousand warriors was annihilated.

What exactly did they encounter?

How many secrets does the ancient earth have?

Lin Feng meditated, and finally took the stele away, turned and left.

“It’s time to take a trip to the Heavenly God Mountain.”

Lin Feng thought, to dig out the secrets of heaven, he must go to the heavenly sacred mountain.

He stepped out, shrank into an inch, and appeared under the heavenly sacred mountain, majestic and majestic, surrounded by clouds, shining through the sky, and cranes flying by from time to time, a magnificent scene, just like a fairyland.

Lin Feng’s mind moved and turned into a young man with a Confucian temperament, and walked slowly into the heavenly sacred mountain.

The first person on earth, who does not know the king?

He has not shown up or responded to the selection of the Son of Destiny. Some people with ulterior motives secretly pushed forward to attack him. If he appeared as a deity, he would inevitably cause a sensation and some unnecessary troubles.

As soon as I arrived at the foot of the mountain, a burst of discussion came to my ears.

“The Destiny Nine Test is really cruel and powerful.”

“The fifth test of the Ninth Destiny Test has ended, and Zhang Donglin was eliminated.”

“The remaining four people, Chen Bufan, Zhu Hongyu, Arthur, and Zhang Tianshou, who is known as the reincarnation of the Jade Emperor, are all top-notch, quite extraordinary.”

“My most optimistic is Chen Bufan. At a young age, he has a kingly manner. At first glance, he is a man of great fortune. Maybe he is the son of destiny.”

“Cut, what son of destiny? If there is that person, these people are all chickens and dogs.”

“You are talking about the first person on earth…”

“Shhh, silence. Otherwise, let some people hear it, we can’t eat it.”

“What are you afraid of? Huh, in my opinion, if you don’t come, this so-called Nine Destiny Test is meaningless.”

“Haha, that Lin Feng is just an eggless rat, if he dares to come, my Western gods will surely fight him all over the floor looking for teeth, his soul is scattered!”

“The first person on the earth is nothing but a false name. Knowing that he is a hypocrite, he hides like a mouse and dare not meet people. This kind of person, in front of our King Arthur, has a punch. Haha…”

…

A group of Westerners walked in the distance, headed by a blond young man who was very tall and burly, with a kind of grandeur, and he was one of the candidates for the Son of Destiny, from the West who claimed to be King Arthur.

“Huh, Lin Feng is not here. If he is here, would you dare to say this? Frighten you!”

It was Wang Xiaoyu who was not talking. Wang Xiaocong glanced at him and said, “When my brother Lin Feng swept the west, where did you wait?”

Wang Xiaocong is not Wang Xiaoyu, and everyone in the West is speechless when he speaks.

After all, the record is there, one person defeated the Western martial arts masters, swept the World Martial Arts Conference, no one can compete.

Everyone in the West looked ugly, and some people snorted: “At this time, at that time, now the world is resurrected, and the destiny comes, we in the West, adhering to the destiny of heaven and fortune, will surely lead the earth and resolve disasters. How can it be the mouse of Lin Feng Can it be compared?”

“Your uncle, who is the mouse?” Wang Xiaoyu said angrily, exposing his swearing in an unprecedented way.

“Huh? You dare to blaspheme the future Son of Destiny, commit a serious crime, and die!”

A young man from the Temple of Wind took offense and raised his hand with a wind blade to cut it out, like a heavenly sword, sweeping the world.

“Retreat!” Wang Xiaocong’s expression changed drastically. He didn’t expect the other party to be so arrogant and domineering that he dared to do something in the heaven and the mountain.

Aura regained, and the reincarnation snowed, Wang Xiaocong got a lot of benefits. He was still in the seventh stage of the master, and his strength was greatly improved.

“Lion seal!”

Wang Xiaocong shouted angrily, his hands sealed, accompanied by a roar of a lion, the force was like a volcano, and the aura was strong, resisting.

“I don’t know how to live or die.” The western youth waved a big hand, and the wind blade cut through the void and appeared in front of Wang Xiaocong.

Wang Xiaocong’s strength skyrocketed and surpassed everyone, but the opponent was a pseudo-god. The wind blade passed by, destroyed and ripped Wang Xiaocong’s offensive, blasted him into the air, and vomited blood.

The three or four people behind him were also shocked.

Wind Blade seemed to have eyes, chasing Wang Xiaoyu and shooting away.

Wang Xiaoyu’s strength has also improved, but facing the attack of a pseudo-god, it is simply irresistible.

The wind blade splits the air and cuts Wang Xiaoyu in half.

“No—” Wang Xiaocong’s eyes were red, and he roared loudly.

However, no one can save the girl.

“He who insults the Son of Destiny, die!”

The western youth sneered and turned away. He was quite confident. He knew without a glance that Wang Xiaoyu was bound to die.

However, at this time, a voice sounded.

“A god-level master, bullying a little girl, want a face?”