Kurumi Tokisaki’s Planar Journey Chapter 228: Writing

The sound of exclamation came, and Elder Tongxuan actually found that the Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor Pen in charge of him, no matter what, could not leap the three-inch distance.

Half-Saint-level vindictive vigour, but it was quickly suppressed by the breath coming from the direction of the Emperor Altar.

Elder Tongxuan was stunned, his arms drooping weakly, and he stared blankly at the black phantom that was thousands of meters high.

The phantom is still expanding, thousands of feet, thousands of feet, tens of thousands of feet!

Ordinary people waiting in front of it, calling it ants, are suspected of boasting.

Elder Tongxuan was terrified. He only saw this kind of power decades ago on the day when the patriarch showed his power.

No! Even stronger than the patriarch!

This is... the ancient emperor and ancestor appeared? !

The imperial altar consumes the accumulation of thousands of years to supply sufficient energy to the phantom shadow, so as to maintain the demon-like figure in the world.

The dark clouds of the wind roll are all integrated with the shadow of the ancient emperor, and there are big changes every moment, as if adapting to the energy fluctuations, and the shadow of thousands of feet shrinks back to a thousand feet... ...

The difference between tens of thousands of zhang and hundreds of zhang can't be too big, but among the people present, which one is an ordinary person?

In this mere hundreds of feet, some Douzong demon beast manifested entities are a few points larger than him. The power brought by the height is not worth mentioning for high-level cultivators!

But with just a hint of the emperor's breath, everyone on the scene was overwhelmed!

On the grounds of the coming-of-age ceremony, there was darkness, and people bowed their heads, whether they were resisting the pressure or in awe.

Several leisure saints who usually like to watch ceremonies in the sky have disappeared at this time.

With a radius of thousands of miles, except for Kuang San, there is only one one-star Dou Sheng guarding him.

Kang San naturally knows what the elders in the clan are doing.

However, this sudden change is really tricky.

Isn't this ancient emperor's phantom appearing normally only when he is fighting against foreign enemies?

Why this time...

Are there still traitors in the clan? Let the soul clan know the plan in advance and lead the clan to counterattack the ancient world? !

It's impossible, at least Kurumi didn't sense the aura of a saint of other races.

Looking up at the approaching ancient emperor phantom, a trace of confusion flashed in Kuangsan's eyes.

The phantom is constantly approaching, and the height is constantly changing, and finally it stays at the size of thousands of meters.

In the field, no one dared to breathe! No one dared to question the practices of the ancients.

Only Kuang San looked directly at the shadow of the ancient emperor.

The mind in the sea of ​​knowledge is still active.

Is it because my bloodline is too outrageous?

Kangsan joked with himself to decompress himself. Only by facing the ghost of the ancient emperor could he know how much pressure he was under.

The ancient emperor phantom stretched out his hand, and the colorful Tiandi pen in Elder Tongxuan's hand ignored the space and came to the ancient emperor in an instant!

And Kuang San, who was distracted by the colorful Tiandi pen, looked back and found that the ancient emperor's phantom had changed into the size of an ordinary person!

Everywhere in the phantom exudes a terrifying aura, even if the magic version of Big Ivan explodes beside him, it is estimated that it will not affect his mood.

“Om~”

Writing by the ghost, the pure free energy far surpassing that of the elder Tongxuan was transmitted to the seven-colored Tiandi pen, and the golden color in the seven-color ethnic pattern was more abundant, which was imprinted on the top of the space by the ancient emperor's ghost.

At the same time, a touch of warmth suddenly appeared between Kuang San's forehead, and the nib of the pen circulated, and the clan lines on the forehead also appeared with the rhythm.

Kangsan closed his eyes and quietly felt the changes in the ethnic lines on his forehead.

Clan Mark, it can be regarded as a kind of secret method without any side effects.

The more advanced the clan pattern, the more strength it can improve. Generally speaking, it is still related to the blood in the body.

In other words, it has more to do with physique.

Clan tattoos are more like "stimulants," ensuring that you are not harmed while maximizing the potential in your body.

Physical strength determines the concentration of "stimulants" you use.

Sacred bloodline can suppress the side effects caused by the colorful clan lines, and can also suppress the side effects caused by the purple gold, gold... clan lines.

The ninth-grade bloodline can suppress Zijin, but it cannot suppress the colorful clan pattern. Under the side effects, it will be severely damaged at light, and will be destroyed at worst.

From an objective point of view, the clan pattern is something that can be continuously replaced with the growth of physique.

As for why the ancients didn't do this, Kurumi is not very clear. It is very likely that the crafting materials are precious, or that there is no way to replace the family pattern.

The ancient emperor's phantom congealing family pattern did not end as quickly as a phoenix dance, but was very serious, and every stroke was injected with a huge amount of free energy.

The blood of the gods in the body resonates with it, the blood is active, and the colorful ethnic patterns in the painting are also slightly lit.

The right hand of the ancient emperor's phantom was placed horizontally, and the colorful Tiandi pen returned to the elder Tongxuan.

Kangsan opened his eyes, the golden bloodline was wrapped by the Golden Emperor's Fen Tianyan, the wine red eyes were replaced by gold, and the colorful clan pattern burst out with a strong light!

Thin light shrouded Kuang San, making it impossible to see reality.

With the help of the colorful clan lines, the suppression of the divine bloodline is amplified! The ancient people who have the blood of the ancient emperor in their bodies, whether they are direct descendants or side branches, under the resonance of their blood, they all kneel on the ground with a frenzied expression!

These scenes once made Kuangsan suspect that he was the leader of a cult organization~IndoMTL.com~ The semi-holy-level elder Tongxuan was not as unbearable as the younger generation, but just half-bowed his waist to show Respect.

Xun'er smiled lightly on the edge of the field, but Lin Yiyi was confused, and everyone around her knelt down, so should she kneel down too?

Kangsan ignored him and looked up at the sky instead.

The ancient emperor's phantom seemed to be conscious, and he gently gestured to her before dissipating in the sky.

A trace of Dou Di's aura dissipated, and the honored sons of other races raised their heads one by one, either solemnly or in admiration.

After a few breaths, most people focused their attention on the ancient demon.

Just now...it seemed that the young man was going to challenge Gu Mo'er.

After the ancient demon who was unconsciously driven by the bloodline of the body finished kneeling and worshipped, he sat indifferently on the seat of the ancient family.

No redness, no heartbeat. As if he wasn't the one who issued the challenge declaration just now!

Even Kuang San became slightly curious and looked towards the ancient demon.

The golden eyes are slightly darker, but the wine red is more charming.

The ancient demon slowly opened his eyes, the slow heartbeat in his chest gradually accelerated, his blood swelled up, and his face was slightly red.

"Fuck, that Shura is actually blushing!"

"Uncommon, uncommon!"

"What's not common, I haven't seen it at all!"

"It is said that he had a cold face for more than ten years, and his face was even more outrageous. Today is..."

The descendants of the clan took care of the face of the ancient demon and never talked to each other. Instead, it was the arrogant sons of other clans who told their friends some unknown "secrets of the clan."

The ancient demon glanced at those people, took a small breath calmly, and suppressed the surging blood pressure.

On a green hill in the distance, Gu Hua standing behind Gu Qingyang, clearly saw the blue veins on the hands of the elder brother!