The Universal Plugins For Online Game Chapter 972: Who controls the ups and downs


On the top of Zhongnan Mountain, Yun Zhongzi, wearing a moon-white robe, stood against the wind, with a shallow smile hanging from the corner of his mouth. A virtual image of a colorful divine cauldron was suspended behind him, and the divine cauldron bloomed with boundless brilliance. A kind of brilliance is mysterious and esoteric, and in the vagueness, several divine weapons and sharp weapons rotate in the divine cauldron, piercing the space, and possessing incredible power.

Wearing a one-word hat, Yunzhongzi is in high spirits, and between his gestures, he pierces the yin and yang of heaven and earth, as if he has the power to open up the world. In general, the power like a sea of ​​abyss appears and disappears from time to time, and no one can see the details of him.

"After years of practice, I finally got results, but it will be much easier in the future!" Yun Zhongzi breathed a long sigh of relief, as if to forget all the troubles since birth, and raised his brows slightly. In between, more refined demeanor.

In Yun Zhongzi's mind, the past years flashed involuntarily. He was born on Zhong Nanshan. He was a cloud fluttering with the wind. After that, it was even more so. His natural supernatural powers made him fearless of all kinds of risks, wandering in famous mountains and rivers, and comprehend the laws of heaven and earth.

Finally, one day, his master Zhen Yuanzi personally found him. It was the first existence that made him have no resistance. That feeling of powerlessness was deeply imprinted on his heart. From that day on, he secretly made up his mind that he would definitely go to the top and control his own destiny from now on.

Concentrating on cultivating Taoism and learning the Divine Pathway Method, it has become the mainstream of his life. I don't know when it started, but only the idea of ​​becoming stronger, stronger, and stronger is left in his heart. Diligently practiced Penglai supernatural powers, became obsessed with the artifact refining, and even abandoned his cultivation base for a while, he has no regrets or regrets.

In a trance, hundreds of millions of years have passed in a hurry, as if in the blink of an eye, fleeting, endless years have passed, he has also changed from a floating cloud to a powerful person in the world, Yasheng Jiuzhongtian, He has already come to the end, and if he goes further, he will break free from the shackles of life and break the shackles.

"The Great Way of Condensation, the Great Way of Artifacts, is my Great Way, and from now on, I am the Artifact Ancestor!" Yun Zhongzi's eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice, every supreme being is to count the ways of heaven. Cut off and achieve his own avenue, the avenue is the highest, no one can match, this is the strongest.

Although Yun Zhongzi has just entered this realm, he also has his own way, as an incarnation, the way of tools, as long as he achieves the status of a saint, he can further achieve a holy soldier belonging to him. , and even truly compete with the innate treasure.

Yun Zhongzi's fingertips turned a colorful divine cauldron, and it was only at this moment that he understood in his heart why his master only gave him this treasure in the first place. The ultimate treasure of enlightenment, this is his ultimate treasure of enlightenment. The divine cauldron made from the supreme sacred object, but there is no trace of carving. The runes on it are all carved by himself. This kind of casting is made of sacred objects. The resulting treasure of enlightenment is extremely hard, even if the powerhouse in the realm of heaven takes action personally, it is difficult to break it with a single blow.

Lightly stroking the Divine Cauldron at his fingertips, Yun Zhongzi's eyes showed a satisfied look. With this Divine Cauldron, he is not afraid of any supreme power. One day, he will make the Divine Cauldron shine and leave behind Immortal legend.

When Yun Zhongzi's eyes looked at the East Desolate Continent from afar, two divine lights shot out from his divine eyes, as if he could see through reality. Twelve heavenly pillars are in general, straight into the sky, and the confrontation between races is by no means a conspiracy to succeed. Only the real iron and blood killing can establish an immortal inheritance.

Black clouds overwhelm the city, the armor is light, and the murderous aura rises into the sky. The boundless evil spirit condenses into the ocean like a sea, and wanders in the air. Some of these evil spirits are even congenital evil spirits. A wisp of congenital evil spirits can easily To obliterate a god-man, even if it exists in the realm of kings, if it encounters innate evil spirits, it will lose its mind if it is not careful.

The black suffocating aura is like a long dragon, constantly wandering in the air. The dragon travels in all directions. The twelve ancestral witches are the most pinnacle of existence. If the space is broken, the twelve ancestors and witches join forces, that is, the monarch of the ancient clan, and they all need to retreat.

Five figures carried the ancient army from the western continent to the eastern wasteland. Each figure was incomparably tall, not inferior to the ancestral witch of the Wu tribe, and the strength of the breath was better than The witches are one of a kind.

At the time of remote antiquity, there was a strong man from the East Wilderness who came to the Western Continent and wiped out the entire demon sect, leaving a deep impression on the strong man in the Western Continent. Speechless.

Whether it is Xuantian Dao Zun, Hongjun Daozu, or even the Ancestral Dragon Emperor, who lives in seclusion in Longyuan and watches the changing situation of the world, it can be said that he is an unparalleled powerhouse from the Eastern Wasteland, Xuantian Dao Respect was invincible at that time, and Daozu Hongjun was even more calculated and unparalleled. He once taught the world, and the Ancestral Dragon Emperor led the dragon family to establish the Supreme Dragon Court, which once coerced hundreds of millions of races in the prehistoric world.

The legend of the Eastern Wasteland, the prosperity of the Eastern Wasteland, and even the abundance of the Eastern Wasteland, is famous in the prehistoric world. The Eastern Wasteland gave birth to countless treasures of heaven and earth. Holy place.

Now, the Eastern Wilderness has ushered in a great enemy. The ancient clans of the Western Continent are all dispatched. Although some powerful ancient clans are not like the nine imperial clans, they have reached the peak of the realm of harmony. It is also different. Fanxiang, the strength is far beyond the ordinary ancient clan, and even has the existence of the realm of harmony.

Bursts of gusts of wind swirled, flags and flags were hunted, and the entire ancient clan pressed against the Eastern Wasteland with incomparably powerful arrogance. They wanted to destroy the Wu clan in one fell swoop, achieve the hegemony of the ancient clan, establish immortal legends, and let the ancient clan follow in their footsteps. All over the world.

"The mountains and rivers will be fixed today, and the future will be brilliant!" The nine-colored divine power of the silkworm king who woke up from his sleep poured into the sky, and the silkworm turned nine times. wrapped, standing there quietly.

Heavenly Silkworm King, the king who was famous in the prehistoric world since ancient times, woke up this time from his slumber, and no one knows what realm his strength has reached. It will surely shake the world.

Even if he has crossed the time and space of history, he still does not change his domineering style. As soon as he makes a move, he will come to the world. His eyes are like electricity, looking into the distance. Every time the Xuan Gong rotates, it is a process from death to life, experiencing the transformation of life and death, and the tyrannical will can be compared with the real supreme power.

"Well, let's go, Silkworm King, let's meet the ancestral witch of the witch clan for a while!" The devil Zhanhan's long hair fluttered, like an undefeated devil, the Zhan Devil Palace appeared behind him, and he took a step. Stepping out means heading in the direction of the Wu clan.

The figures of the Twelve Ancestors are so powerful that they are like the real Immortal King patrolling the nine heavens. A shrine flutters in the air, the witch is in the sky and the earth, with her feet on the ground, the long skirt of the earthy yellow at the back stirs, the snow-like skin is smooth and lustrous, and the divine power rotates to protect her body.

The wind, rain, thunder and lightning flashed together. This wind, which originated in the secluded hair, crossed the snow-capped mountains, passed through the jungle, fluttered in the air, and when it blew lightly, it ate the soul of the gods, and it was the powerhouse in the realm of gods and men. It is hard to resist; the drizzle drips from the sky, scouring the earth, forming a trickle, as if it can roll like a river at any time to annihilate all powerful enemies; the sound of thunder is great, and a bolt of lightning pierces the sky, like a silver snake dancing , swallowing the power of thunder and lightning, this is the ancestor of thunder Wu Qiangliang, the ancestor of electricity Wu Xizi, the two great ancestors of the gods, standing in the sky, the power of thunder and lightning in their hands is integrated into one, like the inextinguishable **** king, thunder and lightning A halo enveloped them.

The fusion of time and space has evolved the breath of destiny. Emperor Jiang's silver hair is flying, and he is holding a staff just a short distance away. A pair of silver eyes seems to have the aura of space flashing, and he is in charge of the power of space. He stood there quietly, but It gives people an erratic feeling, as if there are layers of space barriers, walking in the void, no one can really lock his true body. Beside Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin's expression did not change at all, only a long river of time manifested above his head, carrying the power of time, distorting the laws of time, this is the avenue of time.

"Di Jiang, this war will have an unprecedented crisis, and we don't need to hold back. Whether it's success or failure, it's all here. The real body of Pangu is also time to show his power. We have been undefeated in the chaos and have achieved a legend, and now the inheritance of God the Father has fallen on us, and we must uphold the glory of God the Father!" Zhu Jiuyin's expression swayed, and her eyes seemed to be truly open at any time. For the sun and the moon, this is the power of the first ancestor witch.

Although the ancestral witches were transformed by the blood of Pangu, they are not the real Pangu after all. Every time they condense the real body of Pangu, they have to pay a huge price, and they have never really used the power of the real body of Pangu. , the time has not yet come, and now all the powerhouses in the realm of heaven are in chaos. This is an excellent opportunity. As long as the ancient clan is destroyed, the Wu clan will gather endless luck, and they even have the opportunity to go further and become the strongest. The background, you don't even need to be afraid of the existence of the realm of heaven.

If the powerhouses in the realm of heaven still suppress the floods and never disappear into chaos, even if the Wu clan is strong, they can't really sweep away all the big enemies. They will always face the realm of heaven. The calculations of the strong, and even the calculations of all the strong in the realm of heaven.

Prosperity and decline, this is the ending that Zuwu doesn't want to see. Zhu Jiuyin's eyes seem to be able to truly see through the boundaries of time and space. At this moment, only by concentrating all the power to destroy the ancients in one fell swoop, The Wu clan has a real chance of great prosperity, even if the Heavenly Dao powerhouse returns, it is impossible to directly take action and wipe the Wu clan from the earth.

Give them enough time, Zhu Jiuyin firmly believes that he can lead the Wu clan to become the strongest clan in the sky and the earth, and even surpass the current dragon clan. Unfortunately, at the wrong time, he can only hold back in order to protect the Wu clan. The inheritance of the clan is immortal, and it is also for the eternal cause of the Wu clan.

"Today's battle will determine the success or failure of heaven and earth. Within a thousand years, the strong in the realm of heaven will not appear in the prehistoric world. This is the best chance for our ancestors to prove the Tao. If you can prove the Dao as much as you can, it is the return of the strong in the realm of heaven, and the Wu clan also has enough strength to fight against it!" Di Jiang's silver hair fluttered, and he said loudly, between the eyebrows of every ancestor Wu, all It is the edge of self-confidence, the eyes bursting with cold rays, the only chance for them to seek the Dao, if they miss this opportunity, they may have to sleep for countless years before they have the next chance.

"Di Jiang is right, we must seize this opportunity tightly, take a ruthless shot, and slaughter the remains of those ancient tribes one by one, Fang will show our supernatural powers!" From the beginning, it is like a killing **** who walked out of the killing field. There seem to be scars on his body. Each scar represents the traces of his battle. If it is said that among the ancestors, the existence with the most combat experience must be the ancestor of the weather. The witch is more than a corpse!

"They're here!" Wu Houtu, the ancestor of the earth who had been silent for a long time, had a pair of beautiful eyes that turned with brilliance, and the shrine above her head revolved. She said lightly, as if she had no idea about the coming enemy. Care about the general.

Five breezes blew, and five huge figures appeared in the air. Each figure had a turbulent aura, like an invincible existence that emerged from the ancient battlefield. The vicissitudes of life that the strong have never had.

"You are the Twelve Ancestral Witches? How dare you call yourself after Pangu!" The Heavenly Silkworm King has a nine-colored divine ring floating behind his head, and a crown of wings and hair on top of his head, divided into yin and yang, as if There is a power of life and death turning, his voice is calm and resolute, his eyes are like an abyss when he looks at the twelve ancestors, and he can't see the bottom. What an earth-shattering means!

"Isn't this the silkworm king who hides in the ground like a mouse? What? Not hiding his head and showing his tail? It's not easy to reveal his true body!" A sharp sarcastic voice came from the mouth of Wu Gonggong, the ancestor of water. It was rumored that the yin and yang were strange, as if they were very disdainful of the actions of the Heavenly Silkworm King, and there was a look of contempt on the beautiful face.

"Wu Gonggong, the ancestor of water? You are so courageous, you dare to challenge the majesty of this seat! Later, this seat will definitely send you back to the west by hand, which is also a good fortune!" With a gloomy look, his voice was extremely cold, like the ice in the abyss. It was chilling to the bones, and a murderous thought rose in his heart. Although his deep sleep was not for escaping anything, it was not a glorious thing after all. The fault is not that the Queen of Silkworms came to help, maybe he will sleep until the heaven and earth are destroyed, when all living beings wither, and even the death of heaven and earth.

"Really? Heavenly Silkworm King, you are such a shrewd tortoise, who let a woman come forward, dare to take action on our ancestors? If it were me, Zhu Rong, I would have been killed on the top of Zhoushan, faceless. To many living beings in the prehistoric wilderness!" An extremely irascible fire ancestor Wu's eyes showed the appearance of flames, and his long fiery red hair fluttered, like a volcano that could erupt at any time, and said loudly.


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