Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors Chapter 259

There are also magical powers and magic weapons that can manipulate celestial phenomena and control mountains and rivers.

But this kind of thing will never appear in the hands of a [Refining Realm] cultivator.

At this moment, even Shang Tianhe on the high platform stood up, his trembling eyes revealing deep suspicion and disbelief.

The old man of Longmen shook his arms lightly, and his old body couldn't stop the turbulent waves in his heart.

As a powerhouse of the Nine Transformations of Refining Realm, looking at the reality in front of him, he felt unbelievable, as if he had fallen into a dream.

Control the river tide? Can Jun Yan control the river tide?

The old man of Longmen was stunned!

Shang Tianhe was even more caught off guard.

As for the others... Hong Tongling, Yuan Qiuyi, the Lin family, and the brains of hundreds of other forces all fell into a brief blank at this moment.

On the Nielong River, Zhou Dao was like a river god, standing on the waves, and the terrifying river tides gathered behind him one after another, like the arms of the gods and Buddhas in the temple, with thousands of arms and thousands of hands, with magical powers to subdue demons.

"How could it be possible... that Lord Yan could actually control the tide of the Nielong River?"

"My mother, is he an immortal? Can this kind of thing be done?"

"Crazy, really crazy? Am I **** blind? Does this keep people from living?"

"Which stupid **** said just now that Yanjun can't do it anymore? Why don't you call it again? Why don't you call it? You can't do it unless you ride a horse, and your whole family can't do it."

On the banks of the Nielong River, it was boiling.

What is a miracle?

Is this a miracle?

In the past 100 years, the Dragon King Festival has been held so many times, but it has never been as thrilling and exciting as this year.

Yanjun's prestige is destined to be famous in the history of Jiangcheng.

"Fellow Daoist, don't say I won't give you a chance, you can run now."

Zhou Dao grinned, the green flood beads in front of him released a dazzling light, and the Jiang Chao roared behind him, like a flood dragon reviving, surging wildly.

"Impossible... How could you do such a thing? Who the **** are you?" Xing Zhouting roared sharply, no longer calm and calm.

Under the control of Qing Jiaozhu, all the rivers within a hundred meters are under Zhou Dao's control.

In this way, Xing Zhouting would no longer have the power of the terrain, and [Dan Yuan Lei Fa] would be self-defeating without attacking.

"Run, what are you still doing?"

At this moment, someone roared loudly.

In an instant, above the river, there was a mess, and everyone was fleeing frantically.

rumbling...

Suddenly, Zhou Dao pointed his finger, and the river waves behind him rolled like a flood that burst a dyke.

The terrifying power has been accumulated until now, and it erupted in an instant. Its power is as strong as a volcanic eruption, and the entire Nielongjiang River seems to be turned upside down.

In an instant, the runaway river water poured towards the shore.

Although there are masters of the Imperial Demon Division who urged their blood to resist, under the mighty force of nature, even the cultivator is as weak as an ant.

bang bang bang...

Under the bombardment of Jiang Lang, many masters shattered directly, turned into blood, and scattered into the whimpering and roaring river.

The billowing waves, like hell, let out a mournful wailing sound.

At this moment, many people had already expressed their intention to retreat, and even the onlookers on the shore began to move backwards.

This time the Dragon King Festival was extraordinary. A predator appeared, swept in all directions, and was invincible, almost playing everyone in the palm of his hand.

"Master Yan, you..."

In the raging river, Xing Zhouting was like a fly that fell into the soup.

"As expected of a disciple of Shenxiaomen, he hasn't been washed away yet."

Zhou Dao instantly regained his energy and motivated Qingjiaozhu. He concentrated all the fierce waves of the surrounding river tide. The rolling waves were more than 30 meters high. A terrifying shadow covered one side and shot at Xing Zhouting. go.

"Jun Yan, I am grass..."

Xing Zhouting's eyeballs almost fell out, and before he could finish speaking, he was swallowed by the terrifying tide.

"I wrote down this favor, sacrificing myself, and fighting for our chance to escape."

"As expected of Senior Brother Shenxiaomen, Yi Bo Yuntian, what else are you looking at, run quickly."

"In the end, he is a disciple of the big sect. He is so powerful. If he can't beat others, he still shouts and buys time for us."

Many people sighed and sighed for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe.

In this world, there are really not many people like Xing Zhouting.

"How... how could this be..."

Hong Tongling lost her voice, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she couldn't help herself.

She invited Xing Zhouting from Shenxiaomen at all costs, and she had already calculated everything.

But... this Hongmen mistress only did not think that the biggest dark horse at the Dragon King Festival was far more terrifying than the rumors, and she could even control the tides of the river?

This is simply not leaving a way for others to live.

"Qianxun, in another ten years, Pingjiang City may be this person's world."

At this moment, the old man of Longmen let out a sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Long Qianxun's complexion changed slightly, staring at the invincible figure in the river waves.

Even as the head of the Longmen family, he did not doubt the old man's judgment in the slightest.

This Dragon King Festival completely forged Yan Jun's unparalleled reputation.

"Lord Cheng Si, Yan Jun's methods are too cruel..."

On the high platform, Xiao Nanfeng couldn't help reminding.

The scale and intensity of the Dragon King Festival is the highest in history. Not only did a gentleman of Wei die, but under the control of Zhou Dao, countless masters died in the river tide.

Shang Tianhe didn't change his expression, just stared at the roaring Nie Longjiang.

The Dragon King Sacrifice is not just a big sacrifice to the Dragon King.

"Lord Cheng Si, with your strength, you should be able to keep Lord Yan." Xiao Nanfeng suddenly suggested.

From the position of the Yuyao Division, there is such a terrifying master hidden in Pingjiang City, which is simply a disaster that will break out at any time.

Even if you don't take any measures, you should find out the details of the other party.

Now is the best chance.

When Shang Tianhe heard this, he was noncommittal, his eyes narrowed, and he said something meaningful.

"There are really dragons in this world..."

As soon as the voice fell, the sky suddenly changed color, and the black clouds gathered and kept pressing down, as if to connect with the river surface.

One after another thunder light flickered and twisted in the black cloud like a serpent.

The wind and clouds change color, and the river waves rise and fall.

There was a strange feeling in everyone's heart.

At this moment, on the Nielong River, a huge vortex slowly emerged, and spread to Zhou Zhou at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The vortex of fear squeezed the air, making a loud noise.

That kind of power seems to be able to tear everything to pieces.

"Dragon Temple...Dragon Temple appeared..."

Someone exclaimed, with deep awe in their eyes.

There really are dragons in the world, and the Dragon Temple is the proof.

"Hurry up... Look, Lord Yan is going down."

In the turbulent river ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Zhou Dao is the closest to the whirlpool, especially at this time, most of the strong are dead, injured, and flee.

In the face of the fierceness of Lord Yan, no one dared to get close to him.

Zhou Dao took the lead and jumped into the vortex first.

He turned the [True Furnace Body], mobilized the power of the [Nine Apertures Stone Body], and resisted the terrifying vortex strength.

Miraculous thing, once you fall into the center of the vortex, there is no force around you to stop it.

The speed of his fall became more and more noticeable, and suddenly, his body sank and fell into a dry space.

Zhou Dao looked up, and there seemed to be an invisible membrane above, separating the river water.

Here, is the deepest place in the Nielong River.

"There really is a temple!?"

Zhou Dao looked up, and in front of him stood an ancient temple.

The eaves and teeth are high, and the style is simple and simple. After years of wind and frost, it sleeps at the bottom of the Nielong River.

This temple is unusually tall, and it doesn't look like it was built by humans at all, nor is it that humans come and go to worship.

The most bizarre thing is that on the stone tablet next to this ancient temple, there is a peculiar... carp! ! ?

Zhou Dao looked at it and felt extremely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

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