Feng Lun sighed with emotion: "Martial Ancestor is really kind-hearted. This is the magnanimity that a martial artist should have!"

"Yes, there are more and more voices supporting the Martial Ancestor in the Shenwu world. In fact, the Shenwu world is also tired of the endless battles."

Feng Yu nodded, but his eyes were a little confused.

If the prosperous age of ten thousand ways begins, who should he take revenge on?

Over the years, he became more and more afraid of losing his family, so he began to fear revenge.

Especially after experiencing the war ten years ago, he realized that he was very insignificant. Even if there were magical objects to help him, he could not afford the consequences of retribution.

Times have changed, and he has to find his own way.

Why does he want to practice?

…

In a large hall, Mo Wu, Heaven and Earth laughed, the Great Zhou Tian Divine Emperor, Xing Zhutian gathered together, and no other inheritors of the Great Dao were seen.

"As expected, Dao Ancestor is still alive. Just a clone has opened up the prosperous age of ten thousand ways. It is a shock to the past and the present. Even the warriors in the divine martial arts world now believe that Dao Ancestor has strength second only to Martial Ancestor."

Mo Wang said slowly, his tone was complicated.

Tiandi smiled and stroked his beard and said: "I think another thing is more terrifying, that is, how did the news of Daozu spread? Just those three people? Can they have such influence?"
Chapter completed!