Primordial Era: Lighting lamps, burying the ancestral master!

Chapter 144 The power of the four seasons, reincarnation descends upon Feng Zu!

"It seems this is the limit~"

Gou Mang muttered deliberately, and seeing that Ling Shuo was already furious, he quickly spoke to comfort him, lest he would get angry and flip the table over at all costs.

"Fengzu is already a two-step Daluo, and he is also holding the best innate spiritual treasure that matches his attributes - the southern flaming flag off the ground, and restrains the great road between you and me."

"So, you and I are definitely no match for Him right now."

"Find Zhu Rong and Xuan Ming. If we find them, I will have a way to defeat the enemy."

After saying that, Gou Mang looked solemn, took one step forward, and faced Feng Zu's sharp edge.

"You just want to stop me?" Feng Zu said with a contemptuous smile.

"I'm not stopping you."

Ju Mang shook his head and said calmly: "I want to defeat you!"

"Defeat me? Hahaha!"

Fengzu looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had heard a big joke. Then his eyes turned cold, and his murderous intent shot into the sky, filling time and space:

"Ancestor, I want to see why you defeated me!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the flaming flag rising from the ground in the south growing in the wind. In an instant, it had covered the sky and the sun. There was a raging Nanming Li fire rolling up, trying to refine Jumang to life and death!
"Supernatural power: the flower blooms instantly!"

Jumang stepped on the ground, transformed into the true form of the ancestral witch, and raised his hands to sow countless seeds.

The seeds fell to the ground, took root, and instantly grew into countless giant trees. With the support of Jumang's endless vitality, they were able to hold up the monstrous Lihuo!

Seeing that Gou Mang actually used such rogue means to block his magical power, Fengzu immediately sarcastically said:
"I want to see how long you can last!"

"It won't last long."

Ju Mang smiled slightly: "But I think I don't have to hold on for too long."

"what!"

Feng Zu's expression darkened, and then he realized that Ling Suo, who had been standing behind Ju Mang, had disappeared.

"One ran away!"

After realizing that Ling Shuo had taken the opportunity to escape, Feng Zu became angry and his murderous intent was high: "Then you will die for him!"

"I'm afraid this is not what you said."

Ju Mang spread his hands and said, "This is a matter between my Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Qilin King. Why would Feng Zu get involved and lose his face in vain?"

"court death!"

Feng Zu revealed his true body with a fierce cry, and with a spread of his wings, he rushed to the top of Gou Mang's head.

Immediately afterwards, he struck down with a claw, carrying the power of endless wind and fire, and wielding the power of the best innate spiritual treasure. The power shook the sky and the earth, tore the universe into pieces, and instantly tore the vegetation dome to pieces!

In an instant, infinite real fire poured down, drowning Jumang in an instant.

"I want to see if your ancestral witch body can stop my Nanming Lihuo!"

The real fire was raging, even time and space were burned through, and the raging earth, fire, water, and wind were burned out, unable to stir up any waves.

But under the infinite real fire, there was a touch of green that stood firmly in place, no matter how brutal the real fire was, it could not do anything about it.

Just when Fengzu was stunned, a voice suddenly came from under the fire:
"Wild fire, in spring."

"I am the god of the four seasons of prehistoric times, the god of spring, Jumang, the god of spring!"

"Wherever I go, everything will be revived, full of vitality, and filled with infinite vitality!"

"Boom~"

The power of spring broke out and wiped out Nanming Lihuo in an instant.

Ju Mang stood there covered in green, with a half-smile between his brows. The real fire that could burn through time and space did not leave a single scar on his body!
In fact, it’s not that Gou Mang was not hurt.

But Jumang's vitality was too strong, and Nan Mingli's fire was not able to repair it fast enough, so it looked like he was not injured.

The expression that looked like a smile but not a smile was not a mockery, but it was because it hurt too much to step on the horse, but he couldn't show it, so he could only hold on.

Therefore, Gou Mang looks calm and steady as an old dog, but in fact, he has already scolded the mother of a certain god in his heart, scolding the person for being so slow!

"The four seasons of prehistoric times, the God of Spring?"

Feng Zu was frightened for a moment, and murmured a few words that Ju Mang deliberately exposed. The more he listened, the more he felt that he had some skills.

He stopped and asked: "What are the four seasons? Who are the other three gods?" "The four seasons are also called the four seasons, which are spring, summer, autumn and winter!"

"I am the God of Spring, Jumang!
The ancestral witch of fire is the god of summer, Zhu Rong!

The ancestral witch of Jin is the God of Autumn, harvesting crops!

The ancestral shaman of rain is the winter god, Xuan Ming! "

“The four seasons rotate in succession, endlessly, this is the way the heaven and earth move!

Therefore, the four seasons will not disappear, the Spring and Autumn will not die, and my Jumang will not die either! "

And just when he was pretending to be X, a strange sound suddenly came from behind him.

"Pfft!"

Gengjin Avenue erupted, piercing a side of time and space, and three figures with overwhelming turbidity forced their way in.

"Jumang, are you okay?"

"Is this bastard bird so arrogant? Look at Grandpa, I won't kill him!"

"Jumang, I brought you someone!"

Before the critical moment, Liao Shuo came back with Xuan Ming and Zhu Rong, the two great ancestral witches.

"Yes, my wonderful scene of pretending to be X and being slapped in the face was ruined by you.

Orgasm, snap, gone..."

Gou Mang was filled with slanders in his heart, but on the outside he smiled brightly, pointed at the third ancestor of Pingshou, and said:

"What a coincidence, these are the three gods of summer, autumn and winter."

"What three gods? Gou Mang, you won't be confused by this bastard bird, will you?"

Zhu Rong was so careless that he stretched out his hand to hit Jumang on the head.

Ju Mang shook his head to avoid it and said angrily: "Get out! Boss Dijiang said, we can't be brainless and reckless, sometimes we have to outsmart him."

"Didn't you see how this little bird was frightened by me?"

"Miscellaneous bird? Bluff?"

Only then did Fengzu think about it, and his mood suddenly exploded.

I am a dignified Fengzu, smart all my life, but today I fell into the trap of a barbarian?

All the dough was lost!

How to wash away such shame?
Just one word:

"kill!"

There was a fierce cry, and Feng Zu was furious, carrying the flaming flag off the ground in the south, charging towards Jumang in a rampage.

"Good come!"

A flash of light flashed in Gou Mang's eyes, and he stepped forward wrongly. He was exactly facing due east. Zhu Rong, Ling Shou and Xuan Ming were also facing due south, due west and due north!

“Spring, summer, autumn, and winter, the four seasons move around!”

I saw him shout softly, and the Law of Spring broke out immediately!

At the same time, the three great ancestral witches, Zhu Rong, Ling Shou, and Xuan Ming, erupted with the laws of the Great Dao at the same time, echoing, resonating, and even blending with the Jumang Dao!

"boom!"

A unique Dao fruit appeared in the world, and its power surpassed that of Fengzu in one fell swoop, almost rivaling Da Luo who had reached the third step!
What’s more, time flows endlessly, suppressing everything!
I saw Jumang slowly stretching out his palm and holding the Dao Fruit, as if he was holding the whole world in it:

"Four Seasons Alternate!"

"Supernatural Power: Reincarnation!"

"Boom~"

With one palm strike, it was like the heaven and earth were overturned, with the force of destroying everything. In one fell swoop, he broke through the protection of the flaming flag from the ground in the south, and sent Feng Zu flying hundreds of millions of miles away!
In the void, crystal clear phoenix feathers fell down, mixed with countless blood drops.

And the aftermath swept across, like a devastation, sweeping away many parallel times and spaces one by one...

(End of this chapter)