Chapter 516: Ancestor of Zhenwu

North Sea.

The cold wind from the depths of the North Sea Island blows across this distant and deep sea day after day.

Frost and thick fog are almost the only scenery here.

The howling of the cold wind is almost the only sound here.

Only in the depths of this thick fog, the shadows of rafts and ships can be seen faintly.

High in the sky.

A middle-aged man in a dragon robe and a blond old man are looking down side by side.

This mysterious and silent sea area is in their eyes, without any secrets.

At this moment in their sight.

A huge bronze city with complex and exquisite but slightly damaged, half of it is submerged in the sea and half of it is exposed above the sea.

Countless large and small ships converged on this bronze ancient city from all directions, and then one by one, the true warriors, whose auras were no different from those of ordinary people, walked out of the ships and walked into the city from the gate of the ancient city.

Around the city, a large number of ships were heading for the periphery.

However, all this was silent under the cover of the thick fog.

Yang Que raised his eyebrows slightly, somewhat surprised:

"These True Warriors actually have such skills?"

The blond old man was also somewhat surprised.

In their previous understanding, these True Warriors were just mortals, nothing special, and they were completely unable to use magic power, but they did not expect that these True Warriors would actually build such a large city in this deserted North Sea.

Fortunately, Yang Que's doubts did not last long, and he looked at the huge city below with interest:

"The ancestor of the True Warrior should be here, right?"

The blond old man shook his head slightly.

The environment here is special, and it seems to interfere with the magic power and consciousness of the cultivators, and the city itself seems to have the ability to resist external exploration.

Of course, the most important thing is that if these True Warriors do not use their blood and qi, they are almost the same as ordinary mortals.

They could hardly feel that these True Warriors were any different from mortals.

The blond old man hesitated for a moment and whispered:

"Your Majesty, why don't I capture someone and ask him?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Que shook his head and smiled:

"Why bother so much."

"This city is so large that all the True Warriors gather here. Even if it is not the place where the ancestor of True Warrior lives, it must be the most important place for True Warriors.

I just need to make a noise, and he will definitely come over. Otherwise, how can I convince the crowd?"

The blond old man hesitated, but finally nodded.

The next moment, Yang Que's mind moved.

A primitive Demon Sect monk behind him immediately flew out like an arrow.

Then he quickly broke through the thick fog and flew over the huge bronze city.

The arrival of the Demon Sect monk quickly aroused the vigilance of the True Warriors in the city below.

"Who is it?!"

"Quick, it's the Demon Sect's rebel cultivators!"

"They actually found this place!"

"Quick, go and notify the guardians!"

A few quick voices.

Then, dozens of figures with obscure auras, dry bodies, and old faces broke through the air, staring at the Demon Sect cultivators above with vigilant and alert eyes.

Under the thick fog all around, more than a dozen figures emerged from the sea silently, faintly surrounding the Demon Sect cultivators in the sky.

Seeing these dozens of figures, Yang Que, whose figure was hidden in the thick fog in the distance, showed a strange look.

Although the blood and qi of these True Warriors who flew out first were still extremely obscure, he, a Divine Transformation cultivator, still caught a trace of fluctuations in an instant.

"Is this a fourth-level True Warrior?"

"Using Qi and blood to forcibly control the surrounding spiritual energy, achieving an effect close to that of mana, is completely different from physical cultivation. Although it is still crude, it has its merits."

Yang Que looked down and nodded slightly, his eyes becoming more and more satisfied.

He was not afraid that the True Warriors were too strong, but he was afraid that these True Warriors could not meet his requirements.

And these True Warriors below, although they are still a little weak at present.

But considering that the time when the True Warriors flourished was also very short.

There is no doubt that the potential is huge.

In the long run, it will be an important force to suppress Master Hualong.

Thinking of this, Yang Que's eyes secretly swept over Master Hualong.

He sneered in his heart.

When his strength is strong enough, no matter whether the other party is a weapon spirit or not, he can only be a weapon spirit honestly!

Before that, this group of True Warriors is undoubtedly the best tool.

Thoughts turned a thousand times.

The demon sect cultivators below had no expression on their faces. At Yang Que's signal, without any sign, they immediately released a huge ghost spell towards the huge bronze city below!

The ghost quickly turned into a huge black sickle, condensed into substance, and grabbed the city below with a bang!

"Looking for death!!"

"Rebellious cultivators, die!"

The dozens of true warriors flying above the city suddenly changed their colors!

Some people quickly faced this bloody spell.

Some old men with dry muscles had cold eyes.

Blood-colored steam quickly appeared on their bodies and exploded!

Wrapping the body like a layer of armor, the old man then stepped on the air and suddenly flew up, quickly condensing a blood-colored spear in his hand.

He raised the spear over his shoulder and twisted his hips and waist.

He threw it hard at the demon sect cultivator in the sky!

His speed was too fast.

The blood-colored spear almost instantly passed through the distance, which was not far to begin with, and hit the demon sect cultivator heavily.

Bang!

The treasure light lit up instantly.

Faintly cracked.

However, before these true warriors showed joy on their faces.

There were dozens or hundreds of demon sect cultivators in the sky, breaking through the thick fog.

Only a small number of these cultivators were Nascent Souls, and most of them were Golden Core cultivators.

But for the true warriors below who could not fly, it was enough to suppress them.

Along with these monks came vicious or cruel magic.

For a moment, ghosts shuttled, and the sound of wailing and wailing was endless!

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

Dozens of fourth-level true warriors rushed into the sky without hesitation to meet the sudden attack of the demon sect monks.

And in the battlements and holes on the huge bronze city, the true warriors shouted loudly, frantically warning the inside and outside of the city.

The sound echoed in the sea covered with thick fog and shouting.

On the sea below, hearing the warning, countless ships not only did not flee, but swam towards the huge city at high speed.

There were also many people on the ships who jumped directly into the sea and quickly approached the huge city like swimming fish.

But some of them were destined to stay in the sea forever and never get ashore again.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

A burst of urgent sounds rang out.

Then, groups of deep white cold flames fell heavily from the sky.

The flames seemed to flow and quickly poured onto the sea, burning fiercely.

Many True Warriors who were swimming in the sea and had no time to dodge were soon stained with the flames.

For a while, the painful wails of the True Warriors, the crackling sounds of burning flesh and fat, and the smell of meat filled the sea near the Bronze City...

Those who survived were all horrified.

At the same time.

Yang Que stood quietly in the air with his hands behind his back.

He was so stingy that he didn't even want to give a glance to the True Warriors who died in vain on the sea around the city.

His eyes were fixed on the city below.

"It's like this, why don't you come out?"

He was not in a hurry, but was looking forward to the performance that the True Martial Ancestor was about to bring.

For such a person with great potential, he had enough patience to wait.

The only worry was that the True Martial Ancestor could not meet his requirements.

Just when Yang Que was secretly worried.

In the huge bronze city below.

A thick blood-colored spear suddenly flew out.

This blood-colored spear was much thicker than the one used by the fourth-level true warrior just now, but it was far inferior to the previous one in terms of momentum and aura.

It was not noticeable at all in the battle where magic was flying and blood was rolling.

However, Yang Que, who had always been paying attention to the huge bronze city, suddenly brightened up.

The next moment.

The blood-colored spear flew to the air and suddenly broke apart, turning into a series of smaller blood-colored spears, flying silently towards the surrounding Demon Sect monks.

Boom!

Almost in an instant.

These blood-colored spears hit the Demon Sect monks at an astonishing speed!

Bang, bang, bang!

The exposure on the monks' bodies almost cracked at the moment of lighting up.

A huge sense of impact came from the hearts of those Demon Sect monks controlled by Yang Que!

And almost at the same moment, those fourth-level true warriors did not give up such an opportunity.

One by one, they instantly flew into the air, seized the gaps in the reaction of these monks, and quickly injected a large amount of blood and energy into the bodies of these monks.

The mana of many Demon Sect monks who did not have time to react was instantly dispersed, and they were directly captured by these true warriors.

The Master Hualong in the sky had a little reluctance in his eyes.

However, Yang Que did not care about the life and death of these Demon Sect monks at all, and his eyes were fixed on the figure standing alone on the top of the bronze giant city.

The figure was full of silver hair, with hair and beard tangled together, like a lion.

Wearing a simple and extremely rough cloth.

Revealing its broad and solid chest, which did not look like an old man at all.

Like an ascetic monk.

His face was as sharp as a knife and axe, and although it was covered with wrinkles, he still looked brave and capable.

When he looked around, his eyes were like those of an eagle, full of brilliance.

Even when he stood on the bronze city and looked up at the sky.

But it gives people a strong sense of superiority.

"He is the ancestor of Zhenwu."

In the sky, Yang Que, who saw this figure, had this guess in his mind almost immediately.

Although it was a guess, he was very sure.

It was really that this person gave him too strong a feeling.

It was a feeling that could be recognized in the crowd with just one glance.

Powerful and confident.

Brave and fearless.

Such eyes and such temperament, he encountered several times in the process of conquering the entire Huangji Continent.

And these people would rather die than live in disgrace.

Or they would become an extremely important support under his command.

However, none of the people he met in the past could bring him such a strong impact as the ancestor of Zhenwu in front of him.

And at this moment.

On the top of the bronze giant city.

This old man with a gray head like a lion suddenly swept his eyes in the direction of Yang Que.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The voice was not loud, but it was like the roar of a lion:

"Since you are here, why don't you come down?"

In the sky, Master Hualong showed a strange look.

Yang Que was also surprised, but then the smile on his face became even more intense.

"Good! Good!"

"This person can actually feel my presence... He is indeed the one who opened up the way of Zhenwu, and he is indeed different from ordinary people!"

He moved his mind slightly, and whispered to Master Hualong:

"You wait for me here."

Master Hualong hesitated and said:

"Your Majesty, this person just took action and defeated the demon sect cultivators controlled by your Majesty in one move. This ability is no weaker than the cultivators who have perfected the Nascent Soul and comprehended the Dao Ji..."

Yang Que couldn't help laughing when he heard this:

"If not, why would I recruit this person in person."

While speaking, he slowly flew downwards.

The True Warriors who were capturing the Demon Sect monks in mid-air soon saw Yang Que coming, and their faces immediately showed anger.

"There is still one hidden!"

"Kill!"

However, Yang Que smiled faintly, and walked calmly among the True Warriors who were attacking him as if walking on flat ground.

Obviously, these True Warriors attacked with all their strength, but none of them could hit Yang Que.

It was as if Yang Que was isolated from them by a world.

On the bronze city, the old man with a gray head saw this scene with a strange look in his eyes.

He opened his mouth slightly, and his low voice immediately spread across the entire sea.

"All retreat, he is not someone you can deal with."

The True Warriors in mid-air looked at each other unwillingly, but no one dared to ignore the old man's words. They glanced at Yang Que angrily, and then quickly grabbed the Demon Sect monks with a vigilant look and retreated into the city.

Yang Que looked at this scene, and had no intention of saving these Demon Sect monks.

Compared to these cultivators, the True Martial Ancestor in front of him was more of a concern to him.

So he landed on the huge bronze city, stood opposite the old man with a blue head, and said without hesitation:

"Are you the True Martial Ancestor? Come with me, I will take you away from this bitter cold land and go to the more spiritual Huangji Continent, where I can provide you with a lot of skills and resources for your practice!"

However, to his surprise, the old man with a blue head looked at him with a strange look.

The old man with a blue head suddenly said:

"Did you bring these Demon Sect cultivators?"

Yang Que shook his head without any hesitation:

"I don't know any Demon Sect cultivators, I just heard the noise so I came to see..."

The old man with a blue head had a slightly grin on his lips like a rock, revealing a mocking look:

"Really? Then what about the True Martial Blood on you?"

"Hmm?"

Yang Que was slightly startled.

Then he frowned and said:

"You have some vision. I do have some relationship with the demon sect cultivators... But it's not important. Are you interested in my proposal just now?"

"When we get to Huangji Continent, I will grant you the position of prime minister, which is a position below one person and above ten thousand people!"

"I admire you and give you a chance!"

"In the future, maybe you can ascend to the upper realm with me! Longevity, isn't this better than you living here?"

"Really?"

The old man with a gray hair looked at Yang Que, and then showed a... bloodthirsty smile.

"I want this opportunity."

The next moment.

In Yang Que's astonished eyes.

The blood-colored steam that was so surging that it made him a little creepy erupted from every pore of the old man's body and quickly surrounded the old man with a gray hair.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a blood-colored skeleton that was a foot tall.

The blood color spread and quickly wrapped around Yang Que!

Almost in an instant, the two were completely surrounded by blood.

The bloody skeleton stared at Yang Que with its dark eyes, and its jaw moved slightly, as if it was laughing:

"You are a Divine Transformation cultivator, right? After becoming a fifth-level True Warrior, I have never killed anyone at this level..."

Yang Que's heart was instantly startled!

But he soon calmed down again.

Looking at the bloody skeleton opposite, he chuckled:

"Really? Unfortunately, you still didn't seize this opportunity."

"Master Hualong."

"Master Hualong!"

Two consecutive calls, but without any change.

Yang Que's face finally became gloomy at this moment.

A slightly sneering voice came from the bloody skeleton:

"It seems that your friend is not very cooperative."

Yang Que looked cold, but not much panic.

"External forces are external forces after all. I, Yang Que, have come this far by myself!"

"Even without its help, I can still defeat you!"

The golden dragon leaped out and killed the bloody skeleton...

Half a day later.

A huge dark cloud slowly gathered over the bronze giant city.

Before the blood rain fell, it was blown into powder by the cold current over the North Sea and spread to the surroundings.

At the same time.

A stream of light suddenly stopped over the Guangling Kingdom, revealing a slightly surprised old figure.

"A Divine Transformation cultivator fell in the North Sea?"

He groaned for a moment, then turned into a stream of light again and flew towards the North Sea. (End of this chapter)