Chapter 498 The Origin of Magic Power, the Tangled Heart!

Luo Chen also knew something about the Primordial Devouring Magic Art.

According to the records in Jianzu Jianjing, in the ancient times, there were hundreds of tribes, and the status of the human race among the hundreds of tribes was extremely low. , smashed the hundred tribes, and laid down the territory of the human race today.

The Primordial Devouring Demon Art was created by a human race arrogant known as the War Emperor in ancient times. At the beginning, the War Emperor swept hundreds of clans with the Primordial Devouring Demon Art, overpowered countless arrogances, and gained a splendid reputation.

Naiheshu attracts the wind. The Emperor of War was surrounded and killed by a hundred clan powerhouses when he went out. Although he finally succeeded in breaking out of the siege, he was attacked by excessive activation of the Primordial Devouring Magic Art, and turned into a machine that only knew how to kill. The mainland has made boundless murders.

Later, the war emperor disappeared mysteriously, and no one knew where he went.

The Emperor of War fell unexpectedly, and his legacy was also left behind, and the "Original Devouring Art" left behind was also renamed as the Primordial Devouring Magic Art because of the obvious side effects, and many practitioners were backlashed. The powerful shot was destroyed, and only some of the exercises were left behind.

With the passage of time, the status of the human race among the hundreds of tribes has gradually increased, and now it is the leading clan among the hundreds of tribes, and the Primordial Devouring Magic Art left by the Emperor of War has also been lost due to the passage of time.

"I don't know if this technique can be practiced," Luo Chen muttered while looking at the ancient book in his hand.

I don't know what kind of beast leather the cover of this book is made of, but just by holding it, Luo Chen felt a monstrous suffocating aura moving towards his sea of ​​consciousness, making his sea of ​​consciousness turbulent.

If it wasn't for Luo Chen who practiced Yunlong's 9th Rank, and has cultivated the secret method of the Luo family's inheritance to the realm of Dacheng, the soul is transformed into a dragon, and all evils are invincible. I am afraid that he has already lost his mind and become a machine that only knows how to kill!

Even the suffocating qi emanating from the hide of the beast that recorded this technique was so strong, Luo Chen really didn't know how severe the suffocating qi impact he would have to face if he really practiced this technique!

"It's no wonder that even the arrogance of the Emperor of War has been devoured by the Primordial Demonic Art," Luo Chen said with emotion while holding the ancient book.

Heaven's arrogance, like the Emperor of War, who has overwhelmed an era, if he does not fall, I am afraid that his achievements will not be lower than that of Jianzu, or even higher than that of Jianzu!

However, even that kind of arrogance has been devoured by the Primordial Devouring Magic Art, and has become a machine that only knows how to kill. Luo Chen is now only a third-rank martial arts spirit. If he really makes him practice the Primordial Devouring Magic Art, Luo Chen is still a little clueless.

Even if he has already practiced Yunlong Rank 9, and has cultivated it to the point where his soul transforms into a dragon, all evils are not invaded, and all methods are easy to change.

But this kind of exercise in ancient times cannot be handled with common sense. Who knows if there will be any accidents after cultivation?

"It's a pity that the opportunity for enlightenment was used up," Luo Chen sighed, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

If he hadn't used that opportunity of enlightenment, he could use the help of the realm of enlightenment to take the essence of the Primordial Demonic Art, discard its dross, and fuse it with his fortune-telling art.

"Wait! The realm of enlightenment!" Thinking of the realm of enlightenment, Luo Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, turned over and sat up from the wooden barrel, hurriedly put on his clothes, and then waved his hand to summon an illusory fan. The portal comes.