Chapter 2035 The Future Emperor

Wang Lin's figure beat in the sky, attracted the attention of the ancient tribes of this realm, and even made the Holy Emperor Zu Yewei look at it intently.

He was a very ordinary man. He stood in the crowd, as if he was inconspicuous. His cultivation level had only reached the level of an eight-star ancient god and had not yet been called a saint.

Such ancient Dao tribes have a large number of Dao Ancient Tribes. In normal times, no one would care. If it weren't for the teleportation array everywhere in the imperial palace here, the Dao Ancient Tribes were teleported in large quantities, this person would not have appeared here.

With so many people's attention, the man looked very calm and didn't care about anything, but still looked at Wang Lin, with his expression full of emotion.

In his body, there is a small trace of ancient royal bloodline, which comes from Yemo. Yemo is a member of the royal family. The descendants of the cave world transformed by his blood have more or less royal bloodlines.

"Luo Chen..." Wang Lin looked at the big man, silent in the air, and there was also a feeling of emotion in his eyes.

This great man was Luo Chen, who was a fusion with Wang Yue and presented the ancient god star to the old friend who witnessed the coming-of-age ceremony of the Wang Lin clan. Looking at Luo Chen, scenes in the cave world, it couldn't help but appear in Wang Lin's heart.

Wang Lin sighed lightly, hugged Song Zhi, who had merged into Li Muwan's remnant soul, walked down the sky and towards Luo Chen. The ancient tribes below subconsciously retreated one by one, revealing a gap.

Wang Lin stood in front of Luo Chen and looked at the familiar face in front of him.

"Luo Chen, pay homage to the master..." The man sighed lightly, bowed to Wang Lin with his fists.

"When did you... separate from Wang Yue's body?" Wang Lin looked at the other party.

"When I followed Xuanzun back here, Xuanzun helped me separate from Wangyue." The man spoke calmly and looked at Wang Lin's eyes. The young man in front of him had seen him. The other party was still very weak at that time, but now he saw him again, but he had become the Great Heavenly Lord and even killed the Dao Ancient Emperor. Even the Holy Emperor Ancestor could not stop the entire Dao Ancient Palace, so he could only open a large formation and let him leave.

The ever-changing world originally describes the scenery, but this may be Luo Chen, the source of his feelings.

"Why don't you come to me?" Wang Lin spoke softly.

The man smiled bitterly and shook his head without saying a word. He had known for a long time that Wang Lin had come to the Dao Ancient Imperial City and had the idea of ​​looking for the other party to see him. However, Wang Lin was too tall, and he was the only disciple of Xuan Luo, and he was also the future guardian of the Dao Ancient Clan. He was just an insignificant little person in the Dao Ancient Clan.

Such a gap made him deterred.

Seeing the other party's bitter smile, Wang Lin was silent. He could vaguely feel Luo Chen's thoughts and sighed inwardly.

"Help me something." Wang Lin spoke softly.

"Please give me the order." Luo Chen clasped his fists with his hands, his voice as firm as he was.

"You should know Ye Mo's existence..." Wang Lin looked at Na Luo Chen.

Luo Chen nodded. After he came to this ancient lineage, he learned all the cause and effect from Xuanluo and the source of his bloodline.

"Help me take care of Yemo's descendants." Wang Lin raised his head and looked into the distance of Dao'an Imperial City.

"As for the order, Luo Chen is now living in Lord Yemo's mansion." Luo Chen immediately spoke. He had no home in the Dao Ancient Imperial City. After walking down from the Dao Ancient Hall, he did not choose to stay in the mountain. Instead, he found Yemo's descendants with blood. Although Yemo's descendants were royal families, they were also in a downfall and had only that mansion.

Yemo's descendants chose to accept Luo Chen's arrival.

Wang Lin showed a smile on his face. The smile, with reminiscence and emotion. After he looked at the old man deeply, he raised his left hand and a silver light flashed in his palm, pressing it on Luo Chen's chest.

Luo Chen's body trembled suddenly, and silver light flashed violently throughout his body. The silver light shone brightly, which made most of the people whose eyes were condensed with their eyes ache and subconsciously took them back.

"Soul Blood!!" The Holy Emperor Zu Yewei's expression suddenly changed after seeing this scene.

Xuan Luo also had his eyes condensed, and looked at Wang Lin and Luo Chen, with complexity in his eyes, and sighed softly.

Luo Chen's body trembled and clearly felt a warm heat flow coming from Wang Lin's palm. The heat flow poured into his body and immediately merged with his bloodline, making his bloodline extremely pure at that moment. It had a trace of royal bloodline. At this moment, the bloodline burst out with the power of bloodline that was comparable to that of the previous Taoist Ancient Emperor!

After a long time, Wang Lin took back his left hand. With his own soul blood power, he dissipated a trace and merged into the body of Luo Chen, making Luo Chen qualified to become the ancient emperor in his bloodline.

"I gave the Star of the Ancient God back then... I'm protecting Yemo's descendants... I give you the blood of the royal family to repay the past!" Wang Lin shook his sleeves, and with Song Zhi, who had merged into Li Muwan's remnant soul, turned into a rainbow and headed straight for the sky. In a blink of an eye, it disappeared without a shadow, leaving only the Taoist ancient tribe on the earth, looking at the sky, without saying a word for a long time.

Xuan Luo looked at the direction of Wang Lin's departure. After a long time, he was filled with melancholy and sighed. He did not say much, nor did he look at the Holy Emperor Zu Yewei again, but instead turned his eyes on Luo Chen.

"I remember, your name is Luo Chen?"

"Luo Chen meets Xuanzun." Luo Chen's silver light gradually dissipated, as if condensed in his body. After hearing Xuan Luo's words, he immediately knelt there on one knee, with a very respectful expression.

Xuan Luo looked at Luo Chen, with a deep thought in his eyes, as if he was thinking and decision in his heart. After a moment, he showed decisiveness in his eyes and nodded to Luo Chen.

"I choose him!" Xuan Luo pointed at Luo Chen and looked at the Holy Emperor Zu Yewei.

Ye Wei showed hesitation, and her eyes were concentrated on Na Luo Chen. After a long time, she sighed.

"I will continue to retreat. As for the candidate for the Emperor, please make a decision." She said, turning around and walking towards the coffin in the purple light. As the purple light dissipated, the coffin sank deep into the ground again.

From beginning to end, the ancient road of the Great Heavenly Lord did not appear, and even the messenger who sent the gifts to the Great Heavenly Lord of the Ancient Road never showed up, as if he was deliberately avoiding it.

Even with the death of the ancient emperor of Dao, the ancient emperor of Dao, as the guardian of the royal family, still did not move at all. All of this, the ancient emperors of Dao did not talk to each other, and buried this doubt deeply in their hearts.

The doubt that the ancient Taoist Great Heavenly Lord did not appear also arises in Wang Lin's heart. He has made the worst plan. If the ancient Taoist Great Heavenly Lord comes to stop him, then he is ready to sacrifice his best to summon the Void Clan and fight with the ancient Taoist Great Heavenly Lord!

He may have a great chance of defeat in this battle, but he must fight!

However, the ancient road did not appear. Wang Lin was galloping between heaven and earth, heading straight to the barren mountain in front of him, which was split in half by the finger of the ancient ancestor. His doubts were suppressed by him. This was not the time to consider this matter, and even if he kept thinking about it, he would not have any clues. The most important thing in front of him was to go to this barren mountain and solve the mystery in his heart!

Who is this mysterious Taoist ancient national master?!

While moving forward, Wang Lin hugged the woman who had merged into Li Muwan's remnant soul and flashed a flash of light, sending the woman into his storage space. This trip was going to be in crisis, and Wang Lin did not want the woman to be hurt at all.

After Song Zhi disappeared, Wang Lin's eyes showed a cold light. In a flash, his figure suddenly disappeared. When it appeared, it was outside the barren mountain that was cut in half.

He raised his right hand and suddenly pressed towards the barren mountain below!

With this press, a huge palm print transformed into the sky, and rushed straight to the mountain, making a thunderous roar. In the loud noise, Wang Lin was like a rainbow, and while the vast collapse of the barren mountain, he stepped into the mountain!

The earth shook, and the two halves of the barren mountains collapsed and collapsed on a large scale under Wang Lin's palm, as if most of them had been wiped out, revealing the huge formation below. However, the ten-colored light on the formation flickered, forming a ten-color mist. It actually destroyed the mountain with one palm, and did not receive any damage.

The moment Wang Lin's palm power touched the fog, it turned into countless bubbles, and it destroyed and dissipated one by one.

"You're still here..." A hoarse voice came from the ten-color mist and echoed between the ruined mountains and earth.

Wang Lin stood outside the colorful mist, his eyes were cold. He was a little familiar with the sound, but more strange, which made it difficult for him to confirm his guess in his heart for a moment.

"Is the ancient national master such a hidden person? You took away the soul of Wang's wife and let the ancient emperor seek people merge. The purpose is nothing more than targeting Wang. Now that Wang is here, you are covering your body with fog. Are you afraid that Wang will recognize who you are, or that you are an old friend of Wang!" Wang Lin said coldly.

After a brief silence within the ten-color fog, a hoarse laughter came out, and the laughter echoed, causing the fog to wriggle.

"You have a lot of doubts in your heart... You are wondering who I am, how to take Li Muwan's soul away and bring it to this Xiangang Continent. You are even more wondering what is the purpose of my doing this.

There are many doubts about you..." The hoarse voice came out slowly, neither slow nor slow.

"...Come in. If you can break through the fog and see my true face, I can untie some of your doubts for you."

Wang Lin was shocked, but his expression was as usual. His eyes flashed with cold light. He raised his right hand silently. He immediately scattered blue smoke and turned into circles of blue smoke, heading straight for the fog.
Chapter completed!