"What a mess!"

Wu Zhuo's wild words, also in the ancient gods, set off a lot of shocks, and the gods reacted differently.

Most of the gods are a little disappointed with Wuchou.

In the past years, Wu Zhuo was not affected by the outside world, avoided all dangers, and only wanted to live longer. It seemed that he had no backbone, but in the silent accumulation, he ushered in a gorgeous transformation and rectified his name.

Now, in order to survive, he did not hesitate to use Kyogen to excite Taiqiong.

After ten Perizoic, he wanted to equalize the gap with Taiqiong. How could this be possible?

Such a move clearly shows that it is just greedy for life and fear of death.

With Xiao Ye's approval, Wu Zhuo really wanted to avoid Taiqiong, so he could look for other methods.

"For this little guy, this is also helpless." Xiao Bai scratched his head anxiously.

He had a good impression of Wu Zhuo.

To know.

When Tai Qiong was preparing to kill the killer, he was ready to violate Xiao Ye's order and forcibly take Wu Zhuo away.

"It's a done deal. At this point, it's hard for us to come forward to resolve their fight after ten centuries."

"However, Xiao Ye's brother just told us not to interfere. We can help Wu Zhuo improve his cultivation, and at the very least, we must give him some life-saving cards."

The emperor's voice was loud and loud.

No matter how disappointing Wu Zhuo was, he was also an ancestral **** recognized by Xiao Ye. If he was killed by Tai Qiong, Xiao Ye's face would not look good.

After the words fell, the Celestial Silkworm Sacred Emperor had already rushed out, looking for Wuchou.

"Right!"

Nangong Xingyu, Xiao Nian, Xiao Fan and others also followed.

Soon, other ancient gods also moved.

Even the Time Protoss and Destiny Clan have gods dispatched.

They carry the treasure, ready to help the shaman.

Such a scene has caused quite a sensation again in the forbidden sky.

It seems.

The ancient gods didn't give up on shamanism, and they didn't come forward to stop it at that time, maybe there were other reasons.

If the ancient gods give their help, the shamanistic future is worth looking forward to.

"Humph!"

"After having defeated so many **** in my hands, do you still take it so seriously?"

In a shrine filled with the light of ten thousand ways, the young man with a dragon body, Taiqiong, sat cross-legged in it, with a touch of hostility on his face.

He was proud of the world, defeating Wu Zhuo again and again, couldn't Xiao Ye see it?

"Never mind!"

"Since they are so eager to help Wu Chou, it means that they will not stop the fighting after the ten stacks."

"At that time, I will let you know who is the supreme of this era!"

Tai Qiong said coldly, and immediately closed the shrine.

Over the years.

He constantly confronted Wu Zhuo, and the progress of his cultivation was naturally slowed down a lot.

For the next ten generations, he was ready to push Wuchou into the abyss with the most dazzling posture.

Time flies.

It's another million years.

Just when the chaotic creatures thought that the shaman was about to get it, and the ancient gods devoted their efforts to cultivate it.

"Thank you seniors for your kindness."

Wuchou, who was healed in a marvelous landscape, held his fist and politely declined to the found Celestial Sage Emperor and others.

"You kid!"

The Celestial Sacred Emperor stared anxiously.

Having defeated more than two hundred times in Taiqiong's hands, doesn't Wu Zhuo know the horror of the opponent?

"Everyone!"

"Master has just sent another decree, let me wait not to delay Wuchou's practice, and leave quickly!"

Before the Heavenly Silkworm Sacred Emperor could speak again, Cheng Wen arrived and said.

"what?"

When the emperor of the emperor silkworm heard this, the corners of their mouths twitched.

The current Wuchou, the strength is quite not weak, and he also controls the two great avenues of noble grades at the same time. It can be said that the real state is much worse than the ancient gods.

They went to instruct Wuchou, they were completely qualified, but Xiao Ye actually said it was a delay?

"Little Junior Brother, they don't believe you, I believe!"

Cheng Wen, who arrived with a smile on his face, stepped forward and patted Wu Zhuo's shoulder, and said with deep meaning.

The ancient gods who came were all a little dazed, and I didn't know what Xiao Ye was doing.

Even if Xiao Ye ignores Wu Zhuo's life and death, the disciples under the seat are also so mysterious.

"Could it be that Wuzhuo is not impulsive, but really has this confidence?"

"Or does Xiao Ye have other arrangements?"

Looking at the calm look of Wu Zhuo again, these two thoughts appeared in the minds of the ancient gods.

The former possibility is too low.

The latter is also unrealistic.

Because Shiyichang has been silent for a while, where does Xiao Ye have any arrangements?

Now that Xiao Ye had passed the decree, the gods had to disperse.

quickly.

This strange landform became quiet again, and Wu Zhuo sat down again, coughing lightly, and the blood that circulated Daoguang continued to spurt out.

Fighting with Taiqiong for many years.

The body of his ancestor **** has long been spreading all kinds of dark diseases, the blood of innate origin and **** origin is in a low state all year round, and has never completely recovered.

If it weren't for his practice, how could he sustain it till now?

Hum!

Wu Zhuo swallowed dozens of innate mixed treasures in one breath, continued to repair the broken body, and then closed his eyes.

In its body.

The mysterious Dao patterns gather in the abdomen, and immediately surging like a **** spring, surging towards the limbs and hundreds of skeletons, causing the body to burst out endless rumbling sounds. Various avenues are emerging in turn, giving this wonderful landform. It's almost transformed into the Tao.

It is hard to imagine that Wuchou is so weak.

Unexpectedly, it didn't affect the witch clumsy's control of all things, and there was a feeling of lifting weight and returning to the basics.

"Chaos has developed into this life, and the cultivation system of each innate **** is very complete, including the ancestor gods."

"If you practice in a conventional way, let alone ten stacks, even if you give me fifty stacks, it will be difficult to catch up with the realm of the sky!"

Wu Zhuo said inwardly.

"But, with the help of fighting with Taiqiong, I have perfected my practice!"

"I don't compare the realm with him, I only compare the strength with him!" A hint of excitement appeared on Wu Zhuo's face.

This is a road to the sky that belongs to him alone. It has integrated too much and transcends the gods' cultivation system in the chaos. It fits perfectly with him. Since he left the ancestral heavenly court, he has been trying to figure it out.

After being perfected, Wu Zhuo now realizes it and has a feeling.

Gods who measure their strength by their realm are nothing.

It is also not very clever to open up the orthodoxy, to promote the avenue and comprehend the ranks.

If Bingya knew this, she would be dumbfounded.

Because this was the cognition that Xiao Ye, who was the master of both lives, cherished.

This shaman now has this kind of recognition.

It can only be said that since Wuchou used time and fate to guide him, he really got some inheritance from Xiao Ye.

This inheritance.

Unpredictable and unpredictable, Cheng Wen and Cheng Yi never touched it.

Wu Zhuo has recuperated for tens of millions of years in this marvelous landscape.

"Try it!"

Afterwards, he began to practice the practice.

(First one!)