Chapter 137 The Ancestor of the Ancient God

The body of the comer was broken to the ground, like a wind-dried and cracked stone. After the crack, a blue light rose to the sky, as if to rush out of the dark underground world.

"Do you want to go? It's not that easy."

Once again, there was a sound of muffled thunder from the depths of the earth. A milky white light arrow shot out, and the first one collided with the blue light that rose to the sky. It roared. The Blue Light Sect suddenly let out a miserable roar, and then the light dimmed and fell vertically.

"Good opportunity."

Wu Pengwei suddenly waved his long sleeves and involved the light into the fantasy.

And this dilapidated blue light was involved in the fantasy. In an instant, the earth in the fantasy cracked, and there was infinite water vapor spreading, covering the sky and the sun, completely annihilating the dilapidated blue light. The water was vast and surging, like a prison cast by a flood, and in the cracked huge pit, the terrain on all sides. As Wu Pengwei's ringing fingers began to rise, it formed a peak like a mountain, and then crossed and extended, completely covering a vast water prison without a trace of skylight.

Then, Wu Pengwei's figure appeared on this thick and heavy earth ball. He suddenly stamped his foot and shook. The earth ball seemed to have encountered a huge impact. It rumbled in a straight line and has been hidden tens of thousands of meters deep underground. On it, it was first covered with a layer of ice and snow, followed by thick soil, and then The grassland is finally a swamp, and above the swamp is a turbulent river.

After all this, Wu Pengwei breathed a short sigh of relief. As soon as he raised his eyes, the red child had already drove the sky mirror to the top of the lake. The latter looked at Wu Pengwei and said in a shrill, "Don't worry, boss, I will cover this world with infinite moisture and keep its humidity to the maximum. The water yuan here The prime density will be ten times more than in reality.

The strong water element will seriously hinder the recovery of the arrivaler's injury, because the other party is the attribute of fire.

Wu Pengwei understood what the red child meant and nodded.

The red child immediately drove the ** universe and rose to the sky, and the mirror turned over continuously, like a rolling hydrangea.

And between the scrolling, the layout of the five elements of the four heavens and earth began to gradually collapse and reorganize.

"Heaven and earth, listen to my orders, the elements of water, gather my hands."

After a tender shout, the water elements between heaven and earth seemed to hear the call, rushing to the universe to look at the sky mirror one after another. The mirror flipped endlessly, and countless strong water vapors like ** poured into the river on the ground.

The river is surging. In an instant, the whole river surface is like the most viscous emulsion, emitting a bright white luster. Every drop of water vapor in the river is a thousand times the weight, and the density is also a thousand times that of ordinary water elements. Even the strong air is squeezed out.

The heaven and earth of the river is just the place where the purest water elements gather.

Outside this river, thousands of miles away, countless land is dry and cracked, and countless creatures die at this moment, due to the lack of moisture of water elements.

All this is in Wu Pengwei's expectation and acquiescence. If you want to suppress the arrival, you must pay a certain price.

After the water element was arranged, Wu Pengwei shouted down again and made a sound similar to a call.

"Sura Ghost Emperor, the god of death, help me."

This cry crossed a heavy distance and reached tens of millions of miles away in an instant.

And at the moment when the sound sounded, the underground world thousands of miles away, like a mountain peaks, opened a pair of red eyes and a pair of Shura masks.

"Huh? Peng Wei is calling me."

In an instant, "Sura Ghost Emperor" Bai Nian'an woke up from his deep cultivation. As soon as he moved, the infinite black dead air faded like a tide. With a step, the thick black fog dispersed, and the door weighing more than hundreds of thousands of catties opened, ushering in a scarlet world.

Bai Nian'an stepped on the top of the mountain and looked down on all sentient beings. At his feet, there was a bloody and brutal world. The volcanoes stood and the slurry flowed. Countless Shura with the country as the combat unit were fighting and annexing in an orderly manner.

This is a world without the slightest kindness, and it is because of this that countless strong and ferocious Shura warriors have been bred.

Bai Nian'an glanced around his territory with satisfaction. After that, he raised his head and made a sound similar to a dragon roar.

When the sound sounded, behind him, on the peak standing in the sky, the door of death lingering with infinite black light began to rise, constantly leaving the peak, as if to rise to the sky.

It's just a blink of an eye. This huge black door is separated from the connection of the peaks, rushing out of the underground world that can't see the sun, like the light of a meteor, in an instant.

After this deep black streamer, there are five Shura giants rising from the ground on the top of five equally tall volcanoes, turning into five red streamers and following them.

In an instant, he leaped thousands of miles away, almost sucking. Bai Nian'an, wearing a delicate dark golden armor, came to Wu Pengwei. Behind him were five fierce kings of Shura in red armor.

"Brother Nian An, suppress this river for me. In any case, you can't let the guy under the river have a slight fluctuation."

Wu Pengwei met Bai Nian'an, unceremony and came straight to the point.

"Okay, don't worry, I'll do my best." Bai Nian'an didn't talk nonsense. He nodded, and then waved his big hand. The door of death broke and came into the void, like a suspended stone tablet fiercely suppressed above the river. In an instant, the whole rich river like lotion surged, and the wind was fierce, but it was only a moment. After a moment, the whole river was Like stagnant water, there is no wave.

And the door of death, this luxurious and mysterious door, is like a mysterious door rooted in the air. The base derives countless strong deadness, and a trace is derived into the river, as strong as a rhizome.

The five kings of Shura, with a mountain-like body, are coiled on both sides of the door of death, staring at the bottom of the river, ready to fight to the death at any time.

As for Bai Nian'an, the scarlet cloak of the absolute god of "Shura World" leaped to the top of the door of death, cross-legged like an old monk to suppress this world.

Seeing this, Wu Pengwei nodded and said "Okay". His body shook behind him and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The next moment, Wu Pengwei has appeared in the real underground world of fierce fighting with the arrival.

In reality and fantasy, the exchange of time is often presented in a ratio of one thousandth. A day in reality is equivalent to a thousand days in a fantasy, that is to say, Wu Pengwei's half-day stay in the fantasy is just a flick in reality.

As soon as I returned to the real world, a deep and ancient voice sounded in my ear.

"Little guy, I've done you such a big favor. Don't you come to thank me?"

Wu Pengwei smiled indifferently and bowed down and said, "I dare not invite you as much as I want."

The deep and ancient voice suddenly laughed, like thunder through the quiet sky: "Haha, okay, it's still sour. Come down here. I really want to see you."

After a word, the ground suddenly cracked, and a thick red passage appeared in front of Wu Pengwei.

This channel is deep and far away, and the whole body exudes a scorching breath. It is only a deep fiery red, and there is no end at a glance.

Wu Pengwei jumped over and flew down in an instant.

His speed was extremely strange. In the past, he only needed a finger a thousand miles away, and in this deep red channel, he flew for half an hour without reaching the end.

"Huh, what's going on? So long?"

Wu Pengwei moved his mind and extended his speed to the extreme in an instant, but the flight was still endless. It was not until a day and a night later that he suddenly realized.

"Legend has it that a great power can change the distance between time and space, which is something that can only be done by the realm above the peak of the god of war. The 'chaotic secret world' left by the former Lord of the stars is like this. Obviously, it is just a land of bullets. I can't reach the limit after flying for ten days and nights. It's strange. Do I meet it again? A person with such magical power?"

As soon as this idea emerged, a long smile sounded in my ears.

"Haha, little guy, you're finally enlightened."

The sound is like the key to open the door. In an instant, the red corridor disappears, showing an extremely empty magical world.

This world is the core of the earth, where the slurry flows, and it is full of fiery red **. The temperature of these ** is more than 2,000 degrees, which is not inferior to the temperature of the blue fire emitted by the Adventist.

Characters like idle martial arts can be burned into ashes in an instant in this vicious flame.

And at the center of the molten slurry flow, on a huge heart-shaped red crystal, there is a majestic white-haired old man lying on it.

The old man seems to have lived in the longest years. His whole body is covered with a cyan imperial robe, with three thousand feet of white hair, and his face is ancient and noble. There is also a spiral horn in the center of his forehead. He holds a fragrant tea in his hand, and the water still rises from the xiaoxiao. He is not affected by the hot smell of the underground world at all. The fragrance of tea is strong. Yu.

"Kid, do you know who I am?"

When the old man saw Wu Pengwei, he opened his eyes and smiled. His voice was indescribably majestic and powerful, which made people hear an uncontrollable impulse to kneel down and worship.

The same is true of Wu Pengwei's heart, as if there is a boundless force hovering in his heart, forcing him to kneel, kneel, and kneel down.

"No, this is the supreme magic sound. I want to keep my mind."

Wu Pengwei's mind almost lost his mind, but he came into contact with the "Three Sounds of Dragons" of the evil month of the first god of War "Destroying Dragon Emperor". He knew that this voice was one of the supreme martial arts. At present, he bit the tip of his tongue and recovered a little clarity. The ancient sword in his hand drew an arc and cut his finger.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and in an instant, he regained his mind, but his whole body was like a collapse, unable to lift a trace of strength, as if he had experienced a big war.