Primordial World.
The white-haired man's eyes narrowed. "It's too late!"
Before he could finish his sentence …
Primordial World.
In the sky, Long Fei hovered above the white-haired figure's head.
The Daoist Priest frowned. "What is that?"
The Wise Mad King said, "Damn, is that a monster?"
The clone looked up and said, "It looks like … like a dragon."
The Daoist Priest said, "But it looks more like a person."
The Wise Mad King suddenly said, "It's the boss!"
"Senior Brother?"
The Daoist Priest was also excited.
They did not see Long Fei's evolution at the bottom of the Dragonblood Lake, so they did not know that it was Long Fei at first glance.
When the clone left Long Fei, Long Fei did not look like this. So … even if he felt that Long Fei's aura was very familiar, he did not think that it was him.
"Rumble!"
Long Fei landed heavily.
He did not stand on the ground, but in midair.
But it was as if he had landed on the ground. With a heavy impact, the space in midair caved in and shattered.
The white-haired figure's eyes darkened. "Primordial Dragon Body."
"I didn't expect you to really be Long Batian."
The white-haired figure recognized Long Fei's body at a glance. Although Long Fei's dragon body had not evolved, he could see it.
The Primordial Dragon had a special kind of power.
If the Primordial Dragon God was a giant Dragon God, then he was now in the stage of a young dragon.
Long Fei did not waste time and directly shouted, "Die!"
The white-haired figure's eyes narrowed. "Hmph!"
"Long Batian, you underestimate me."
"You have only recovered your dragon body, your strength is far from …"
He did not finish his sentence.
Long Fei's fist moved.
He disappeared.
The white-haired figure instantly sensed that Long Fei was rushing towards him again. He frowned and changed the topic. "Then let me see how strong you are."
"Buzz!"
A flash of white light shook the Little Daoist Priest, the Wise Mad King, and the clone away.
At this moment.
The white light enveloped everything within a million kilometers.
"Armageddon!"
The white-haired phantom let out a furious roar. Wherever the white light shone, cracks would appear. Heaven and earth would tremble, and mountains and rivers would collapse.
"Boss!"
"Senior Brother!"
"Be careful!"
The Daoist Priest and the Wise Mad King shouted.
The clone didn't say anything, but his heart was filled with an inexplicable sense of worry, as though he was worried about his loved ones. "Strange."
"Do I know him?"
"Why, why would I worry about his safety?"
"Who is he?"
The Little Daoist said, "My senior brother."
The Wise Mad King looked at Long Fei and said, "My boss, the man who will enter the Immortal Realm in the future, hahaha …"
The avatar muttered, "Immortal World? I've never heard of it. "
Immediately after.
He didn't ask any more questions.
He would not tell anyone that he was looking for his main body, because before he left, his main body had instructed him not to let anyone discover his existence.
Therefore.
Before he found his main body, he would definitely not let anyone know his identity.
He looked up at the sky.
The air was rapidly contracting, and the laws were in a frenzy.
All sorts of order were collapsing.
The area within a million kilometers seemed to be flying out of the Primordial World.
The white-haired phantom roared, "Long Batian, go and die!"
"Hualala …"
The white light of the white-haired phantom exploded heavily.
A cold voice rang out, "Bring a message to that old man Emperor Xuan. I will immediately enter the Ancient World to take his dog life!"
His right fist sank.
He clenched it tightly.
"Crack! "Crack!"
The sound of power exploding.
Long Fei's figure appeared, and his eyes were filled with rage as he roared, "Ahh …"
"Uppercut Dragon Fist!"
"Rumble!"
A punch landed on the white-haired phantom's head.
The white-haired phantom's head was immediately broken, and all the power he had released shattered in an instant.
The incomparably long blood groove on top of his head instantly bottomed out, turning into zero.
An eleven digit damage value floated up.
Explosive output, instant kill with one punch!
The white-haired phantom's figure shattered, and the world-destroying power instantly disappeared.
At this moment …
In the Ancient World!
"Bang!!"
The white-haired man's body suddenly sank, and just like the black-haired man, his face turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. "Pfff …"
His face instantly turned pale.
The phantom being shattered would not cause any harm to the main body. The phantom was formed by the main body's power. Without the power, how could it hurt the main body?
At the start, when the Mystic Thearch's phantom was shattered, he did not suffer any damage.
The Mystic Thearch looked at the two of them vomiting blood and said in confusion, "It's just a phantom being shattered. It shouldn't hurt the main body, right?"
The white-haired man quickly sat in meditation to stabilize his injuries.
The black-haired man recovered slightly and did not explain anything to the Mystic Thearch. Instead, he directly said, "You are the ruler of the Primordial World. Control it. Hurry, hurry, hurry up and tighten the passageway."
"What passageway?"
The Mystic Thearch could not react for a moment.
The black-haired man said, "The passageway that connects to the Heaven beyond Heaven. No one is allowed to enter the Ancient World."
"Long Batian has regained his dragon form. His power is completely different from before. It has already mutated. I now suspect … the reason why we were not killed but suppressed and sealed back then was because he deliberately arranged it. He is playing a very, very big game of chess."
The Mystic Thearch still did not understand and said, "Let him enter the Ancient World and kill him all the same."
The black-haired man said, "You do not understand Long Batian, his power, and even less about the Ancient World. Once he enters the Ancient World, it is like a fish in the water, a tiger in the mountains. Give him a little more time, and no one will be able to stop him."
"What's more …"
"I now realize that he's a complete lunatic."
The black-haired man thought about how Long Batian had single-handedly arranged all these billions of years, and his spine turned cold.
Too terrifying.
The Mystic Thearch had never seen Long Batian before, and he had never felt that Long Batian was powerful. Seeing how nervous they were, he felt a little disdainful.
The white-haired man let out a breath and said, "Let's close the passageway first. Before we find Long Batian's corpse, we should avoid direct contact with him."
The black-haired man said, "Find the Stone of Suppression first. As long as we have the Stone of Suppression … Long Batian is a worm!"
The Mystic Thearch's heart was filled with disdain, but he still did as he was told. "Alright then."
The Mystic Thearch floated up.
He formed a seal with both hands and muttered something.
The void moved.
"The Heaven beyond Heaven is under my control!"
"Shut up!"
Immediately after, there was a loud explosion in the sky above the Primordial World.
The passageway closed.
It was also at this time that the Mystic Thearch suddenly thought of his Divine Palace Heavenly Race. He immediately asked, "Where are my people? They … "
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