A huge blood hole appeared in the head of the ancestor Chongming, and his consciousness was almost dispersed, his head was heavy, his feet were light, and his body fell straight downward.

"Dimen Cauldron!"

Zhang Ruochen called out the earth tripod and moved his fingers.

The earth cauldron flew out, and a prehistoric world appeared on the body of the cauldron, chasing towards the ancestor Chongming.

With the spiritual power of the Chongming Ancestor, it is not easy to completely erase and kill him.

You can only suppress it into the ground cauldron first.

The ancestor Chongming knew very well that once he was taken into the ground cauldron, he would have no way to survive. A crazy and ferocious look appeared on his face and bumped into the sycamore tree.

"Wow!"

The body of the ancestor Chongming actually merged into the trunk of the tree and disappeared.

Zhang Ruochen exclaimed lightly, for fear of a change, so he had to chase into the sycamore tree.

The space inside the sacred tree is vast.

The inner space of a leaf is thousands of miles long. The inner space of the trunk is full of wood attributes, and the rules of the ancestor flow, vast and mysterious, and it is an excellent world of cultivation.

Where the ancestor Chongming fled, the fire flashed and the heat rose sharply.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Old ancestor, I have told you a long time ago that you shouldn't enter the Feng Pavilion. What's the difference between you and trapped beasts now? Outside the Feng Pavilion, there is a vast world, and you can escape and be free, how could you be as in a hurry as you are now?"

"Zhang Ruochen, don't be proud. It's still unknown who will live and who will die?"

The ancestor Chongming stopped beside a hot and bright fire cloud, and did not dare to continue moving forward, saying, "Do you know where the Demon Ancestor Ridge and the Wutong Divine Tree came to this era?"

Zhang Ruochen observed the flame, felt the extremely dangerous aura, and said, "Is this the flame left by the demon ancestor?"

"This is the ancestral flame, and it is also the spiritual wisdom of the sacred tree of Wutong."

The ancestor Chongming said: "The Demon Ancestor Ridge and the Wutong Divine Tree were sent to this era and sent the power belonging to the Demon Ancestor. This ancestral flame is enough to make you die! "

The ancestor Chongming released the remaining souls of the demon ancestor in a wisp and communicated with the ancestor Yan to awaken the wisdom of the sacred tree of Wutong.

"Wow!"

The Shenyuan Divine Sword dragged out a long stream of light and headed straight towards the Chongming Ancestor.

The ancestor fireworks clouds dissipated and condensed into the light and shadow of the sycamore tree, which actually blocked the Shenyuan Divine Sword.

When the ancestor Chongming saw this scene, he finally got his heart down. The worry in his heart dissipated and he smiled and said, "Zhang Ruochen, your power is vulnerable to the demon ancestor. Next, let you see the power of Zu Yan..."

The ancestor Chongming raised his magical staff and used the remaining soul of the demon ancestor to activate the ancestor's ancestral flames. Widths of flames were dazzling and flying around his body.

"This is...the flame of blessing and fortune..."

Zhang Ruochen felt the power of fate contained in the ancestral flame. It seemed that the Heavenly Cauldron was really refined by the demon ancestor. The demon ancestor's attainment in the way of fate was definitely not low.

"That's right, the Zuyan and the Wutong Divine Tree are the blessings of the descendants of the Demon Ancestor."

There are more and more ancestral flames gathered above the heads of the Chongming ancestor, and the bright light is thousands or ten thousand times better than ordinary stars.

It can be imagined how terrible destruction these ancestral flames would be released.

Zhang Ruochen released the blood wings of the ancestor and protected his body with the ground cauldron, ready to retreat.

This time, I came to the Underworld to save people. Since the purpose has been achieved, there is no need to take risks!

"Ah...Ancestral Flame...Demon Ancestor...Why...Ah..."

The ancestor Chongming in the distance suddenly screamed, and his body was burned to ashes by the ancestral flames.

His mental thoughts turned into long rivers and fled in all directions.

Destruction of the flesh is nothing.

As long as his mental power is not destroyed, he can easily reshape his body.

However, after being touched by the ancestral flame, even the mental power could not escape. Soon, all the spiritual power of the Chongming Ancestor quickly weakened in the ancestral flame.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the whole world became quiet.

Even if the ancestor Chongming had a ray of mental power, it was as if he had never existed in this world.

Zhang Ruochen sucked cold air and his scalp became numb.

This is too terrible. An existence of the ninety-third level was burned to death and could not escape.

This is just a ball of ancestral flame left by the Demon Ancestor. How powerful was the Demon Ancestor when he was alive?

Zu Yan did not continue to attack, but returned to the fire cloud and returned to peace.

"Good, misfortune! This ancestral flame is both the fire of blessing and fortune, but also the fire of disaster. The Chongming ancestor devoured the residual soul of the demon ancestor and thought that he could control the ancestral flame, and he would eventually pay the price."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and smiled bitterly, without any joy.

The ancestor Chongming was once the master of the entire southern universe and the Lord of all demons. He was worshipped by monks from various demon worlds. He was so grand. However, his death was gone in just a moment.

In the face of the power of the ancestor, perhaps I am so small.

When Zhang Ruochen was thinking about how to collect this sacred tree, Xue Tu heard the scream of Xue Tu: "This is not that guy Gong Nanfeng..."

Zhang Ruochen glanced over and saw the human figure floating on the wall, and his body and appearance were indeed the same as Gong Nanfeng.

Could it be that Ming’s ancestor of fate in ancient times looked like Gong Nanfeng?

Thinking of the bones of life in his mind, Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently again.

The bones look completely different.

This is very strange!

Could this withering painting be left behind by Gong Nanfeng in this era?

This possibility is not without.

Zhang Ruochen did not continue to think about this issue, and immediately mobilized his spirit and released it in a thread to unseal the seal for the gods of the Temple of Destiny present.

"Thank you for helping Di Chen for helping him. I wonder if the ancestor Chongming has been suppressed?"

The seventh master bowed to Zhang Ruochen, his face as cold as ice.

"There is no more Chongming ancestor in the world! Perhaps there are still residual souls, you can use the power of death to cross the space and kill it." Zhang Ruochen said.

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The college entrance examination is coming soon, I wish all the book friends in the third year of high school can achieve ideal results.
Chapter completed!