I Am the Reincarnation of the Dao Ancestor?
Princes

"call……"

There was no accident.

The palm of the god lashed out at Chen Daoming.

Waves of black energy, with the power to damage the soul, enveloped Chen Daoming in an instant.

"Jie Jie ..."

Xie Feng laughed strangely, and his voice was full of disdain.

However, he smiled and froze in place.

Heiqi yawned after meeting Chen Daoming's hat and fur outfit.

Chen Daoming's body could not be reached at all.

"Of course!"

Chen Daoming's eyes shone brightly, and her gratitude surpassed those of words.

"My son, it turns out everything is fine for you, but I'm so boring, until now I didn't understand it!"

Chen Daoming's body trembled slightly from excitement.

"It's impossible!"

The evil sealing sound woke Chen Daoming.

"Ha……"

Chen Daoming smiled coldly, looking at Xie Feng as if looking at the dead, "Xie Feng, today you will definitely die!"

"Little baby, just counting on you?"

After Xie Feng finished speaking, he took out a long black stick and pointed towards Chen Daoming, "Since you can't get your body, then you will be destroyed!"

"howled……"

There's howls.

Black air surged, forming a storm in the blink of an eye.

"call……"

The trees around him fell and turned into rubble.

The ground was torn apart layer by layer, mixing with the storm.

Horror scenes destroy the world.

This storm is raging.

In an instant, he wrapped Chen Daoming.

"Little baby, dead!"

A cruel smile appeared on Xie Feng's face.

"howled……"

Only the sound of the roaring storm remained.

a long time.

Tranquility was restored for four weeks.

Within a distance of 100 meters, it was moved to flat ground.

Xie Feng looked towards Chen Daoming and could not help but raise his eyebrows.

"It must be a dream!"

Xie Feng rubbed his eyes with an expression of disbelief.

I saw Chen Daoming standing in his place, intact.

There are no scars left.

"How could a small puppet of the Golden Core Realm be able to block my trick?"

"It must be a dream!"

Xie Fengs face was filled with unwillingness.

“Haha, Xie Feng, do whatever you can, otherwise you won't have a chance.” Said Chen Daoming.

"Huh, is that up to you? If you don't believe me, you can still refuse him!"

Furthermore, Xie Feng used a trick.

Explosion of dark corpses, ghost swallowing souls, night murders ...

and yet.

useless.

Any way to hit Chen Daoming didn't get him hurt.

Xie Feng gasped for breath, staring at Chen Daoming, his face full of jealousy.

"Xie Feng, his son has calculated everything, today is the date of your death!"

Chen Daoming took the long knife and stroked a handful of silver hair with a sneer.

“My son, what kind of child?”Xie Feng asked.

"Dead, you don't need to know!"

After speaking, Chen Daoming disappeared.

All around him, the silence had recovered.

Xie Feng's eyes swept over, and his mental strength was extremely wary, "Son, pretending to be a god, out of my chair."

The answer is silence.

It was like the whole world, he was alone.

"Unfortunately, how could a little golden pill baby have such means, and even my spiritual knowledge cannot be scanned."

"Where'd he go?"

Grain of sweat flowed from Xie Feng's forehead, panicking.

"Hehe, this."

abrupt.

Behind him, there was a voice.

Xie Feng's scalp exploded, turned around and turned around, and at the same time his body retreated violently.

and yet.

"Blown!"

The sound of knife stabbing into flesh and blood rang out.

Xie Feng stared at the long sword in his chest blankly, that gap, as if he raised his mouth, laughing at it.

"Blowering..."

The long knife was pulled.

"pounding……"

Xie Feng fell to the ground, staring at Chen Daoming, his face full of unwillingness.

Chen Daoming glanced at Xiefeng's corpse, with a sneer on his face, "His son has a magic calculation, you can't break through the sky in any way!"

"The young man's hat and fur clothes seemed to be mediocre, but in fact it was very unusual!"

"Although I can't see its rank, it's definitely not an ordinary spirit weapon, it's probably a middle-class spirit weapon!"

"Those who can refine middle-class spirit weapons have extremely powerful souls! If this was the case, wouldn't that mean that his son wasn't the Hollow Void Realm, but the Mahayana Realm?"

"After his son, the ruler of the sky, isn't that the old monster that crossed the calamity?"

One thought ends here.

"hissing……"

Chen Daoming flinched.

Horrible, horrible.

Unexpectedly, the small repairman himself would get such an opportunity.

This is a blessing that is only planted in a few lifetimes!

"The son gave me two middle-class spirit weapons, which should be used to kill demons and devils. Since evil things have been removed, I must return them to the son!"

"However, seeing his son empty-handed is completely shameless!"

Chen Daoming's face became embarrassed.

"Don't worry, find something suitable, then meet his son."

Chen Daoming returned to her senses, her eyes sweeping.

It was known that the entire mountain gate of the Tyrant Sword Sect had been moved to the ground, and now there was only one main hall left.

"I don't know what happened to Master? Are they okay?"

Chen Daoming rushed into the hall.

Pushing the door, it happened to see dozens of people wrapped in black air and struggling to support them.

Chen Daoming threw his hat.

"Nr ..."

Hats rolling.

"call……"

The blue light shakes like rain.

Blue light enveloped these people like nectar.

The black energy on them quickly disappeared.

Chen Daoming sighed after pulling back her hat.

"With my current strength, I can only display a single point of power of this spiritual weapon. If it's held in my son's hands, I'm afraid it will destroy the world!"

Chen Daoming put away her hat and fur clothes, and ran over to a white-bearded old man, "Master, how are you?"

"Internship?"

The white-bearded old man opened his eyes, a touch of surprise appeared on his face, "Have you saved us?"

Chen Daoming nodded and looked at the white-bearded old man, "Master, what happened?"

"Hey……"

The white-bearded old man let out a heavy sigh.

"The evil race will soon move on."

"Our domineering sword sect is the target of the human puppet clan. That evil seal is not easy.Did he run away?" Ask the white-bearded old man.

“He's dead!” Said Chen Daoming.

"what?"

Everyone was shocked, even the white-bearded old man was shocked.

"You killed him?" Ask the white-bearded old man.

“En.” Chen Daoming nodded.

"hissing……"

Everyone took a breath, their faces full of disbelief.

“Murid, how is this possible?” The white-bearded old man asked.

"Teacher, I was instructed by a senior who gave me two treasures so that I could kill this evil creature!"

“However, senior, please don't let me tell who he is, forgive me!” Said Chen Daoming.

Hearing these words, everyone nodded silently.

"Hey, such trivial things, why don't you understand them! Disciple, you saved the entire sect! You must be the sect master!" Old white beard word.

"How did this happen? Sect Master Qi took good care of him!" Said Chen Daoming.

A middle-aged man came out and clenched his fists respectfully, "The Swordsman has extraordinary talent and saved the entire sect from fire and water. I'm willing to hand over the position of master to him, everyone, do you mind ? "

"No!"

No one objected.

Xiaozongmen is very simple.

"Meet the Sect Master!"

Except for the white-bearded old man, the others knelt in front of Chen Daoming, showing respect.

Chen Daoming stood there blankly, with a tremendous shock on her face.

Just because he saved everyone, he became the ruler?

"Murid, since you are the Sect Master, you can nurture this five-colored god lotus!"

The white-bearded old man took out a dazzling lotus flower and handed it to Chen Daoming.

As soon as this thing came out, the surroundings exclaimed.

"Zongzun really took Zhenzong's treasure."

"It's a middle-class potion, I can see it my whole life."

Chen Daoming took the five-colored god lotus, his mind turning sharp.

"It's a middle-class potion!"

"The boy may not be able to see it, at least he can get it!"

Chen Daoming's eyes sparkled.

"Murid, there is one month left, this is the Great Competition of Yangzhou Sect, it all depends on you!" Said the white-bearded old man.

"It's……"

Chen Daoming was silent for a while, allowing himself to become the ruler, it turned out that it was this plan.

"Zongmen Grand Competition, there seems to be also a gift, which can be given to his son!"

Chen Daoming silently nodded, "Master, don't worry, this time, Sect Master will become an eighth-grade sect!"

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