The Return of the Martial Ancestor of Martial Arts

Chapter 256: Space Ancestral Talisman, Out!

A secret place far away from the East Xuan Region.

"That little guy actually touched the mark I left in his body. He encountered the danger of the first level of the Wheel Realm so soon?"

A handsome man in green suddenly opened his golden vertical pupils, and faintly, there was a mighty dragon roar in his body.

"Let me see who it is, who dares to insult my disciple Qingzhi..."

The blue dragon light pattern in the depths of the elegant man's pupil flashed by, and just as he was about to land the huge consciousness, the consciousness channel was suddenly blocked by the other end.

"Hey, he blocked my peeping? What does this kid want to do? He can't even let me know? Well, I'll ask this kid next time we meet."

The handsome face of the green man showed a trace of astonishment, and then laughed.

Although he, the Azure Dragon King, can forcefully land there, but since the disciple doesn't want him to know what he is doing for the time being, he might as well respect the little guy.

......

"Power of the Ancestral Stone, suppress!"

After shouting, the Ancestral Stone suddenly burst out with countless hot and incomparable milky white light, and immediately rumbled down to suppress the Demon Emperor Lock.

The attack of a powerful person in the Samsara Realm and the full-strength explosion of the second divine object in the world instantly suppressed the incomplete Demon Emperor Lock, and the black fog that came back was completely purified before it floated out.

"Now!"

Lin Dong, whose aura was at its peak, suddenly formed a seal with one hand, and the Devouring Ancestral Talisman hidden in his soul immediately swept to his right arm, turning the entire arm into a black rune hand, which kept wriggling and surging like liquid.

"Hand of the Ancestral Talisman!"

While the Demon Emperor Lock was being suppressed by the Ancestral Stone, Lin Dong urged the black rune hand to quickly penetrate the blockade of the sky-wide magic pattern and grab Zhou Tong's Niwan Palace.

"Swoosh!"

At this moment, a silver ball of light suddenly flew out from his brow, and a faint golden light was wrapped in the center of the light ball.

It was Zhou Tong! It was Zhou Tong who was urging the Space Ancestral Talisman to actively cooperate with Lin Dong!

"Let's go!"

Lin Dong was also happy to observe this. He held the hand of the Ancestral Talisman and grabbed the silver ball of light that was emitting ancient fluctuations, and then retreated backwards like lightning.

The Demon Emperor Lock, which was sensitive to it, suddenly burst out with tens of millions of magic patterns. The magic patterns quickly intertwined and transformed into a small Demon Emperor Lock again, and wanted to leave it behind.

The ancestral stone was completely angry. When it was in its prime, it was a complete version of the Demon Emperor Lock that could be purified instantly. Although it was severely damaged now, could it not suppress a broken version of the Demon Emperor Lock?

"Buzz!"

The madly shaking ancestral stone shattered the small Demon Emperor Lock with one blow, and the thousands of shattered magic patterns had no choice but to return to the body again.

"Puff!"

Lin Dong, who had completely caught the silver light ball, could no longer hold back and quickly dispersed the head of the ancestral talisman. He felt his throat turn red and suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The hand of the ancestral talisman is a deep use of the ancestral talisman by the wielder of the ancestral talisman. Lin Dong speculated that he could only use this move when he entered the realm of death.

It was too reluctant for him to use this move now, but it was worth it. The space ancestral talisman was successfully retrieved.

"Buzz!"

The ancestral stone that was suppressing the Demon Emperor Lock took advantage of the situation to converge the light, escaped from the attack range of the Demon Emperor Lock, and quietly floated in the air. The Demon Emperor Lock, which was not under external attack, once again turned back into a motionless black demon lock.

"Swoosh!"

A small green dragon that was almost transparent and illusory flew out of the ancestral stone at a high speed, and stayed in the air staggeringly as if drunk.

"Qinglong, thank you for your hard work."

Lin Dong, who was kneeling on one knee, slowly stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Yin! Yin!"

The little Qinglong weakly called out to Lin Dong, and then impatiently turned into a ray of green light and fled back to the depths of his dantian, falling into a deep sleep.

"We actually succeeded."

The two Xiao Diao who were hiding far away came over and looked at the silver light ball in Lin Dong's palm with ancient fluctuations in surprise.

"You guys are really bold, actually going deep into the Yuanmen ancestral home."

The silver light ball squirmed slightly, and the golden light hidden in the deepest part of the light ball swept out, evolving into an almost transparent golden shadow.

"Senior Zhou Tong, your Yuanshen was really seriously injured."

Lin Dong frowned slightly, snapped his fingers, and the ancestral stone suspended in the air immediately emitted a gentle light to shine on the golden shadow, and the figure of the illusory figure immediately solidified a lot.

"Well, it can actually nourish the soul directly. It seems that this mysterious stone talisman is also a powerful ancient artifact. However, the master of the Devouring Ancestral Talisman, from your tone, we seem to know each other?"

The illusory figure moaned comfortably, and the weak voice immediately stabilized, no longer having the previous feeling of weakness that could dissipate at any time.

"I am Lin Dong of Dao Sect, the current chief of the Desolate Palace, and the master of the Great Desolate Sutra. Now I am here to take you home." Lin Dong said with a smile.

"......Dao Sect~"

The illusory figure or Zhou Tong suddenly fell silent. After a long time, he sighed with a thousand emotions, containing endless vicissitudes and helplessness.

"Is my Dao Sect still among the eight?"

"Yes, it is rising steadily."

"Who is the current master of the Desolate Palace?"

"My two uncles Chen Zhen and Wu Dao."

"Is Senior Brother Gu Mo still alive?"

"Yes, he is the current elder of the Martial Arts Hall of the Desolate Palace."

"Master... Master Ying Xuanzi?"

"He lived a comfortable life and gave birth to two daughters 20 years ago."

"..."

The smooth conversation suddenly stopped here.

"That's good, that's good. I didn't expect that Junior Brother Chen Zhen and Junior Brother Wu Dao have become the chief and deputy chief of my Huang Palace. Senior Brother Gu Mo's eyes have also recovered. The Master is also very good and gave birth to two little junior sisters for me. As long as everyone is well, I will be relieved."

Zhou Tong did not continue to ask, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then, Senior Zhou Tong, we should talk about business now. At present, the Master and the high-level leaders of the sect do not know about my action. I immediately disguised my identity and went straight to the Yuanmen ancestral hall after receiving the information."

Lin Dong spoke at the right time and pulled Zhou Tong out of his long memories.

"You were right not to tell the headmaster. He would go completely crazy after hearing the news, and even go to war with Yuanmen."

"Hey, I have been hiding in the deepest part of the Space Ancestral Talisman for the past hundred years, relying on the power of the Ancestral Talisman to keep the last bit of my true spirit. The three old dogs of Yuanmen are used to it, thinking that I only have a little bit of residual spirit left. If they didn't need my soul to carry the Space Ancestral Talisman, they would have wiped me out completely."

"It's just that the three old dogs of Yuanmen thought that my mind had been completely eroded by the Demon King Lock for the past hundred years. In fact, I can't hold on for much longer. If you don't come, I will completely become a claw of Yuanmen and the alien demons in ten years at most."

Zhou Tong's eyes gradually regained focus and became more and more energetic.

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