Chapter 968

Starting with the streamer, the ancient wind feels a great force coming. The light was shaking violently in his hands, trying to get out of his control.

"Suppress it for me."

There was a flash of pure light in the ancient wind's eyes, and with a low roar, he burst out an amazing momentum, and used it towards the light group with a touch of pressure. At the same time, in the palm of his hand, the spirit gathered and grasped the light group.

"Bang bang"

The void around the ancient wind trembled, making a roaring sound, and the sound waves spread, shaking all the surrounding light masses away.

"It's not that I can't pay you." Gu Feng said with a low hum. If even the light regiment can't be subdued, what else can he talk about stepping on the peak and what strength he has to see huoling'er.

With a roar, the patterns of gods and Demons appeared on Gufeng's arm. This time, he broke through the eight fold realm of soul forging realm. He also mastered as many as 15 patterns of gods and demons. At the same time, 15 patterns of gods and Demons appeared. The space around Gufeng became solidified, and the surging power grabbed the light in his hand, making it unable to get out of control.

Outside the Dragon Pavilion, looking at the ancient wind, there was a look of surprise in the enlightened eyes, and a light sigh: "the smell of gods and demons, how can there be any smell on this boy? It's really strange."

"Do you think so, martial uncle? The little guy's spirit smell is very strong and extremely pure. Even some gods are not. That's why I like him so much. He must have some adventure, or he must be a disciple of an ancient family who has experienced outside." Dugu Qingtian said.

He was also shocked when he first saw the ancient wind use the God and devil to crack the sky finger. After all, the breath of gods and demons can only appear on gods and demons, but few people can have these two breath at the same time, while the ancient wind appeared, which had to surprise him.

"Yes, but if you are really a disciple of those ancient families, I'm afraid it's not a wise choice for you to choose him as the son." enlightenment glanced at Dugu Qingtian and said.

"I don't know what the strength of those families is. I also know that they are definitely the top forces in this vast continent. The cultivation of ancient wind is only seven levels of soul forging realm. Obviously, they are not valued disciples, or descendants left behind. For such families, they don't have much feelings, so we don't have to worry. The most important thing now is the saint If we can't enter the top ten this time, I'm afraid we will be deprived of most of the interests of xianlongmen again, "Dugu Qingtian said with some worry in his eyes.

"Alas, poor and weak, this is the current situation of xianlongmen. I hope some disciples can turn the tide, and I hope your eyes are right." the enlightenment said.

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In the Dragon Pavilion, Gu Feng still met the light group in his hand. He didn't know the conversation between Wudao and Dugu Qingtian. Of course, they didn't know. They almost had a decision to change him with a few words.

The ancient wind fought with the light regiment. Under such a stalemate, the light regiment was still defeated. When it was defeated, the light became weaker and the struggle slowed down.

The ancient wind also wiped away the sweat on his forehead. Although the struggle was not fierce, the process was no weaker than the battle with a strong man at the top of the soul forging realm.

But fortunately, he won in the end. He can't wait to look at the light group in his hand. He wants to know that it can have such a movement. Obviously, this light group is not an ordinary thing.

According to the ancient wind, lying on his palm is a black scroll, dark all over, with golden lines, mysterious lines at the customer, and an ancient and vicissitudes of life breath emanating from the scroll, with a terrible momentum.

The ancient wind opened the scroll, a breath of vicissitudes, and the power of the emperor came face to face. That menace deterred heaven and earth, and made the light clusters on the starry sky tremble constantly. Under the authority of the emperor, the ancient style was also a little unsustainable and almost fell to his knees.

"Dragon Emperor seal."

Three golden characters appeared in the sky, filled with strong authority, and resounded through the Dragon Pavilion with a faint sound of dragon singing.

"Hoo..."

The ancient wind didn't take a close look at the contents. With a wave of his palm, he put the scroll away. The Dragon Emperor seal is magnificent. It's terrible just because of the pressure. It's hard to imagine how amazing it would be if it was cultivated. However, this is exactly what he needs. Those Xuanpin martial arts are difficult to be like his eyes. The Dragon Emperor seal may be more difficult to cultivate, but it is just right.

The ancient wind collected the dragon imperial seal and walked out of the Dragon Pavilion.

The feeling of dizziness came. After the darkness, there was the dazzling sunshine.

"Have you chosen?" a voice came. Gu Feng looked at it and saw Dugu Qingtian standing aside.

"Elder Dugu, why are you here?" Gu Feng said a little surprised. He was very grateful to Gu Qingtian. After all, he helped himself again and again after entering the Immortal Dragon's gate.

With a wave of his palm, the scroll on Gufeng fell into his hand. Looking at the scroll in his hand, his calm eyes made some waves again, saying: "I didn't expect you to have the chance to get this volume of martial arts. It's a great fate. But remember to cultivate the Dragon Emperor seal. You can't be eager for success, otherwise you will only lose success and damage your body.

"Thank you for reminding me, boy." Gu Feng said respectfully.

"Why didn't you see you so honest in front of me?" Dugu Qingtian couldn't help but say, looking at Gu Feng's solemn and respectful appearance.

"You are not serious, do you want others to treat you so respectfully?" the Taoist priest looked at Dugu Qingtian and said softly.

The old wind can't help a cold, boy? Dugu Qingtian is tens of thousands of years old. He is actually called a boy by the old man guarding the Dragon Pavilion in front of him. How old is the old man.

"I have something else to do. I'll leave first." Gu Feng doesn't dare to stay here. Who knows if Dugu Qingtian came here to be trained? If so, he is afraid that he will be killed by Dugu Qingtian.

"Go away."

Dugu Qingtian waved his hand and said impatiently. This little guy is good in all aspects. Sometimes he is too big or too small in front of himself.

"Yes. Elder Dugu, I'll ask you for advice in a few days." Gu Feng saluted Dugu Qingtian and left quickly.