There was a sound of exclamation, and Elder Tongxuan actually found that the Seven-color Heavenly Emperor Brush he was holding could not jump the three-inch distance no matter what, and it was printed on the forehead of the most outstanding person of this generation of ancient clan.

The fighting spirit of the semi-holy level was vigorous, but it was quickly suppressed by the breath coming from the direction of the emperor's altar.

Elder Tongxuan was startled, his arms drooped weakly, and he stared blankly at the black phantom that was thousands of feet high.

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

Ordinary people wait in front of it, call it an ant, and are suspected of boasting.

Elder Tongxuan felt apprehensive, he only saw this kind of power on the day when the patriarch showed his power decades ago.

Do not! Even stronger than the patriarch!

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

The Ditan consumes thousands of years of accumulation to supply enough energy to the Wanzhang phantom to maintain the demon-like figure in the world.

The stormy dark clouds are all integrated with the phantom of the ancient emperor, and there are big changes every moment, as if adapting to the energy fluctuations, the phantom of ten thousand feet has shrunk back to a thousand feet... hundreds of feet... ...

The difference between tens of thousands of feet and hundreds of feet cannot be ignored, but among the people present, which one is an ordinary person?

This mere body is several hundred feet long, and some Dou Zong demonic beasts manifested entities are a bit bigger than him. The power brought by the height is not worth mentioning for high-level practitioners!

But with just a trace of the emperor's breath, everyone present can't breathe!

The venue of the coming-of-age ceremony was filled with darkness, and people lowered their heads, not knowing whether they were resisting the pressure or in awe.

The few idle sages who usually like to watch the ceremony at high altitude are nowhere to be seen at this time.

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

Kuang San naturally knew what the elders in the clan were doing.

However, this sudden change is indeed tricky.

The phantom of the ancient emperor appears, isn't it usually taken out when fighting against foreign enemies?

Why at this time......

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

It's also impossible, at least Kuang San didn't perceive the breath of other saints.

Looking up at the phantom of the ancient emperor who was approaching constantly, a trace of confusion flashed in Kuang San's eyes.

The phantom kept approaching, and the height kept changing, and finally stayed at the size of thousands of feet.

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 phantom of the ancient emperor.

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

Could it be because his bloodline is too outrageous?

Kuang San joked with himself to decompress, and only when he faced the phantom of the ancient emperor, could he know how much pressure he was under.

Gudi Xuying stretched out his hand, and the colorful Heavenly Emperor Brush in Elder Tongxuan's hand ignored the space, and instantly came to Gudi's hand!

And Kuang San, who was distracted by the Colorful Heavenly Emperor Brush, looked back and found that the phantom of the ancient emperor had changed into the size of an ordinary person!

Everywhere in the phantom exudes a terrifying aura, even if the modified version of Big Ivan explodes beside him, it probably won't affect his mood.

"Om~"

Xuying writes the pen, and the pure and free energy far surpassing Elder Tongxuan is transmitted to the Colorful Heavenly Emperor's brush. The golden color in the colorful family pattern is more abundant, and it is engraved on the space by the ancient emperor Xuying one stroke at a time.

At the same time, Kuang San's forehead also suddenly had a touch of warmth, and the pen tip circulated, and the family pattern on the forehead also appeared with the rhythm.

Kuang San closed his eyes, quietly feeling the changes in the family lines on his forehead.

The family pattern can be regarded as a secret method without any side effects.

The higher the family pattern, the more strength it can improve. Generally speaking, it is related to the blood in the body.

In other words, it's more about physical fitness.

The family pattern is more like a "stimulant," which ensures that you will not be harmed while maximizing the potential of your body.

The strength of your physique determines the concentration when you use "stimulants".

Divine grade blood can suppress the side effects of the colorful pattern,

It can also suppress the side effects of purple gold, gold... family lines.

Ninth Grade Bloodline can suppress Zijin, but it cannot suppress the Seven-Color Clan Pattern. Under the backlash of side effects, it will be severely injured at least, or fall at worst.

From an objective point of view, the family pattern is something that can be continuously replaced as the physique grows.

As for why the Gu Clan didn't do this, Kuang San wasn't very clear. It is very likely that the production materials are precious, or it is related to the inability to change the family pattern.

The family pattern of the ancient emperor's Xuying Condensation Painting did not end quickly like flying dragons and phoenixes, but was very serious, and each stroke was injected with a huge amount of free energy.

The divine grade blood in the body is resonating with it, the blood is active, and the seven-colored family pattern that is being drawn is also slightly lit up.

Gudi Xuying put his right hand horizontally, and the colorful Tiandi pen returned to Elder Tongxuan.

Kuang San opened his eyes, the golden blood was wrapped by Golden Emperor Fen Tianyan, a pair of wine red eyes were replaced by gold, and the seven-color clan pattern burst out with a strong light!

The thin light shrouded Kuang San, making it hard for people to see the reality.

With the assistance of the colorful family pattern, the suppression of the divine grade bloodline is magnified! The members of the ancient clan who possessed the blood of the ancient emperor in their bodies, whether they were direct lineages or offshoots, under the resonance of the blood, they all knelt down on the ground with fanatic expressions on their faces!

Such scenes once made Kuang San suspect that he was the leader of a cult organization.

Elder Tongxuan at the semi-holy level was not as unbearable as the younger generation, but only half-bowed to show respect.

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

Kurumi ignored it, but looked up at the sky instead.

The phantom of the ancient emperor seemed to be conscious, and he gestured to her lightly before dissipating in the sky.

A trace of Dou Di's aura dissipated, and the favored children of other races raised their heads one after another, either dignified or admiring.

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

Just now...it seems that the young man wanted to challenge Gu Mo'er.

After the ancient demon, who was unconsciously driven by the blood of his body, finished his kneeling, he sat down on the seat of the direct descendant of the ancient clan with a calm face.

The face is not red, the heart is not beating. As if it wasn't him who issued the challenge declaration just now!

Even Kuang San became a little curious and looked towards the ancient monster.

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

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

"Damn it, that Shura Dutong actually blushed!"

"It's not common, it's not common!"

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

"It is said that he has been cold-faced for more than ten years, and his face is even thicker to the point of heinousness. Today this is..."

In consideration of the face of the ancient monster, the descendants of the clan did not talk to each other, but the favored sons of other big clans teased and shared some unknown "secrets of the big clan" with their friends around them.

The ancient demon glanced at those people, calmly took a breath, and suppressed the surge of qi.

On a blue hill in the distance, Gu Hua, who was standing behind Gu Qingyang, could clearly see the blue veins on the hands on his back!