Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Ancient Divine Pattern

"Ancient Divine Pattern, Ancient Power, Origin Power ......" An ethereal voice came from the golden body mouth in the void, and every word and word struck Zhao Chen's heart.

"That's ......" Zhao Chen found similar lines on Jin's body as on his heart, and his heart was extremely shocked, and it also strengthened his guess.

I saw the golden body in the void, and he threw a punch flatly, and the primeval divine patterns on his body flickered brightly and darkly, this punch seemed to contain the avenue itself, which was indestructible, and in an instant, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and everything was destroyed.

"This ......" Zhao Chen's heart was shocked, the whole person was like petrification, just one punch could destroy the world, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe it.

After the destruction of heaven and earth, the golden body made an unbelievable movement, only to see that his hands were constantly sealed, and his body was slowly dissipating, and with the disappearance of his body, heaven and earth were slowly reorganized.

"What is he doing?" Zhao Chen was stunned, not knowing what to say.

He understood that he was just a spectator, as if history was repeating itself before his eyes.

It wasn't until the head of the golden body completely disappeared that the heavens and the earth were filled with endless life, and the demon beasts gradually appeared, and one after another humans jumped out of the stones.

"This ...... That's how humans appeared. Zhao Chen was shocked, his face was numb, he was really shocked today, and he was almost used to it.

I don't know how many years have passed, Zhao Chen found that the people in the primeval land did not cultivate, and portraying the primeval god pattern was their lifelong pursuit.

It takes a lot of time to portray the primeval god pattern, and the primeval god pattern does not last long, which is a bit more than worth the loss in Zhao Chen's opinion.

"That's not right!" Zhao Chen suddenly remembered the golden body, overturning the thoughts in his heart, the primeval divine pattern was definitely not as simple as he thought, and the mystery still needed him to experience and understand.

Zhao Chen's heart moved, and his consciousness quickly retreated, with that excited joy on his face, "First carve out an ancient god pattern and see what the mystery is." ”

Zhao Chen was full of awe of the primeval divine pattern, and the simple punch of the golden body could not dissipate in Zhao Chen's mind for a long time, "I wonder if I can cultivate in the primeval land?"

Immediately, Zhao Chen's consciousness entered the Ancient Land again, wanting to cultivate inside, but just as he was about to exercise, a huge pressure followed, almost making him unable to turn over, "What's going on?"

When he came in for the first time, his resistance to Zhao Chen was not so serious, could it be that with the disappearance of the golden body, his resistance to him also increased?

Zhao Chen frowned and wanted to move his steps, but as soon as he raised his toes, the whole person seemed to be pressed by the mountain, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his whole body was like a knife cut, forming countless small blades.

"What a big obstacle!" Zhao Chen understood that it was impossible for him to cultivate in his current situation, and he retreated.

"Hiss......" Zhao Chen gasped, and a tearing pain came from all over his body.

"It seems that the damage taken in the primeval lands will also be synchronized. Zhao Chen muttered.

Zhao Chen hurriedly took out a few pills from his arms, swallowed them into his body, and his face suddenly improved a lot, and the injuries on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hoo ......"

Zhao Chen exhaled deeply, calmed his mind, and sat cross-legged, feeling the complex golden lines on his heart.

"It's too complicated!" Zhao Chen frowned, he had not been exposed to the formation less, but the golden lines on his heart, he could definitely be the most complicated one he had ever seen in his life.

Zhao Chen calmed down and simulated the golden lines again and again, in exchange for failure again and again.

A day later, Zhao Chen did not show any frustration, but was full of energy, "Three hundred and ninety-eighth portrayal!"

He didn't rest for a whole day, and when his spiritual power was exhausted, he replenished it with pills, and put all his energy on the Ancient God Pattern.

Another day passed, and Zhao Chen still didn't depict the primeval god pattern, "What went wrong?"

After thousands of portrayals, he was sure that there was absolutely no problem with the portrayal process, but why it was not successful, which caused him to think deeply.

"Ancient Divine Pattern ......" Zhao Chen frowned and said thoughtfully.

"Taikoo Taikoo, yes! Maybe it's just the lack of primeval spirit. A flash of inspiration flashed in Zhao Chen's mind, and a look of joy flashed on his face.

"However, with my current situation, there is no doubt that I will reach the heavens if I want to obtain the primeval qi. The joy on his face flashed, and the frown fell into deep thought.

After a while, Zhao Chen muttered in a low voice, "Maybe you can try this method." Then his consciousness entered the primeval lands.

"In my current state, I can only hold on to five breaths at most. Zhao Chen looked nervous, and hurriedly urged the exercises, "Zhaotian Devouring the Forbidden Scripture, swallow!"

That's right, Zhao Chen just wanted to use the "Zhaotian Devouring Forbidden Scripture" to devour a trace of ancient qi, and he couldn't think of a better way other than this method.

A powerful pulling force emanated from the Devouring Divine Vein from the inside out, but the primeval qi of the outside world and the Devouring Divine Vein were desperately stalemate.

"Oh no! there's only two breaths left. Zhao Chen's forehead was filled with sweat droplets the size of beans, and the sense of oppression on his body became stronger and stronger.

"There's still a breath to go. "Still haven't swallowed the primeval qi into the body, it's too late, Zhao Chen retreated.

But in the next moment, he felt a slight loosening of the primeval qi, and according to his budget, it would only take two breaths at most to devour it.

Zhao Chen gritted his teeth and said firmly: "Fight!" finally saw hope, how could Zhao Chen let him slip away easily.

"Boom!"

After five breaths, Zhao Chen's sense of oppression became even stronger, as if he wanted to press him into a meat patty, he gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain on his body, his eyes became red, and he said secretly: "There is still one breath!"

After six breaths, before the primeval qi was devoured, the clothes on Zhao Chen's body instantly turned into pieces, covered in blood, and his eyes bulged out, as if they were about to be squeezed out, like the primeval blood demon god, which was terrifying.

At this moment, the corners of Zhao Chen's mouth showed a satisfied smile, and with his last thoughts, he shouted: "Swallow!" Then the figure disappeared into the primeval land, if he was still slow to breathe, Zhao Chen would be crushed.

"It's so dangerous!" Zhao Chen patted his chest and said with palpitations.

He can't control the pain on his body now, and the top priority is to integrate the primeval qi into the primeval god pattern.

Zhao Chen continued to depict the primeval divine pattern with extremely skillful techniques, and the primeval qi around his heart slowly poured into the divine pattern, "Sure enough, it's right." ”

After a stick of incense, Zhao Chen's portrayal ended, and all the primeval qi was also injected into the divine pattern.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, the primeval divine pattern that was portrayed by Zhao Chen flashed with a dazzling golden light, which was extremely sacred, "It's successful!" Zhao Chen was overjoyed and said.

"One divine pattern, the power of a thousand catties, ten divine patterns, the power of ten thousand catties......" A desolate voice resounded in Zhao Chen's mind.