Chapter 1160: Great Witch of the Primordial World
"Grandfather, for now, we can't force him. We can only take the initiative to contact Zhang Qian and see if there is room for negotiation. My True Dragon Clan has a rich heritage. If Zhang Qian agrees to the deal, I can always get it in return by paying a few treasures."

Ao Tian had some admiration for Zhang Qian. He had achieved the breakthrough to the immortal realm earlier than Zhang Qian, and he knew deeply how difficult it was to break through to this realm. At the beginning, Ao Tian also had the determination to die, and only then did he break through the shackles of the Great Dao, achieve the immortal realm, and cultivate the body of the Heavenly Dragon. Zhang Qian achieved the same physical realm as him in just ten thousand years, and Ao Tian still admired him very much.

After listening to Ao Tian's suggestion, Ao Xun was extremely reluctant. He was originally from the ancient dragon clan, but fell to this world outside the heaven in the war between the three clans. He always looked down on the natives of the world outside the heaven, and thought he was nobler than anyone else. When asked to go down and discuss with Zhang Qian in a low voice, he thought about it over and over again, but still couldn't bring himself to do it.

Ao Tian observed his ancestor's words and immediately understood his ancestor's thoughts. He hurriedly said, "If you agree, how about leaving this matter to me?"

Ao Xun agreed without thinking, gave Ao Tian a few instructions, and left in a hurry.

After Ao Xun's dragon body disappeared, Ao Tian stared at the Moro world in front of him. He flipped his palm, and a dragon scale as black as ink appeared in his hand. This dragon scale looked inconspicuous, but it faintly exuded a terrifying dragon power that could annihilate all things and corrode the avenue.

The seemingly faint dragon might is actually countless times stronger than Ao Xun's dragon might!
hum!
Ao Tian pointed his finger, and the black dragon scales trembled. Dense blood-red Dao patterns appeared on them. The Dao patterns were extremely mysterious and made people dizzy. However, Ao Tian stared at them closely. After a while, he said to himself, "It is indeed the dragon scale of the ancient dragon of the Primordial Desolation. Zhang Qian, ah Zhang Qian, how are you so lucky that you can even get the dragon scale of the ancient dragon of the Primordial Desolation!"

Swish!
His figure flashed, leaving a streak of light, and he flew far away from the Moro World. When he came to a small galaxy, he landed on a star, took out the black dragon scale, condensed a drop of his own real dragon blood, and dripped it onto the scale.

hum!
As the dragon's blood fell, the scales began to tremble violently. After a while, the scales flew up by themselves, and a dark cloud bubbled up.

The clouds rose and soon covered the entire starry sky. Ao Tian did not feel any strange color and ignored the black clouds.

Swish!
A strange eye appeared in the diffuse black fog at some point. This eye seemed real and unreal, with half of the eyeball black and half white, with clear black and white, and yin and yang separated. At the same time, a vast and boundless mysteries of the laws of time and space emanated from it.

The mystery of the law of time and space is even more powerful than Buhuizi's law of time and space. The power of Tao alone makes this star show signs of time and space rotation and chaos of years.

"Greetings to the Lord!"

Ao Tian suddenly knelt down on the ground, bowed to the strange eyes, and called them "Master".

"You are contacting me now, but has the matter I entrusted to you been resolved?"

The strange eyes emitted a thunderous sound.

Ao Tian shuddered, "My Lord, I have been investigating this matter for a long time, but I still haven't found any clues."

"waste!"

The Dao Yin in his eyes gave a scolding sound.

"My Lord, please calm down. Although that incident did not produce any results, I have detected the aura of the Ancestral Dragon!"

“What! Tell me quickly!” Upon hearing the name of Zulong, the strange eyes became anxious. After Ao Tian described the breath of the ancient Zulong on Zhang Qian, the strange eyes were silent for a long time, and then slowly said: “The dragon scale of Zulong? I know it! Ao Xun, that idiot, is short-sighted. He only saw that this dragon scale can allow him to return to the ancient world, but he doesn’t know what the dragon scale of Zulong represents. Ao Tian, ​​you must get this dragon scale no matter what, no matter how much it costs!”

"Yes!"

Ao Tian knelt on the ground and waited for a long time. Only when the black fog that filled the entire starry sky dissipated and the black dragon scale calmed down again did he stand up.

Zhang Qianke had no idea that the dragon scales in his map of mountains, rivers, and the state had such a significant impact. After he returned to the Moro World, he saw the Thirty-three Heavens and the awe-inspiring gazes of countless immortals and gods. He faced all the saints alone, and after seeing this, the immortals and gods in the Thirty-three Heavens were filled with awe.

They were powerful saints who could destroy the universe at will, but they had no way to deal with Zhang Qian. Moreover, Zhang Qian is not even a Daluo Golden Immortal now, but he has such power. What kind of power will he have when he becomes a Daluo Golden Immortal?
Zhang Qian returned to the Heavenly Palace on the 33rd Heaven. After the immortals and gods had paid their respects, he glanced around and thought to himself, "Now that I have become immortal and have the unparalleled defensive Xuanhuang Pagoda, there are not many people in the entire universe who can threaten me. With the Kunlun Mirror, the innate spiritual treasure of the Jade Pool Queen Mother, it is not impossible for me to return to the prehistoric world. I should make plans early."

After thinking for a while and looking at Lian Shizong below, Zhang Qian thought of the ancestor Kunpeng behind him. Kunpeng was not a big shot. He almost died at his hands last time. Once he went to the prehistoric world, he would confront Kunpeng sooner or later.

Kunpeng is the demon master of the demon clan and has a very high status among the ancient demon clan. The result of fighting against Kunpeng is to fight against the ancient demon clan. Thinking of this, Zhang Qian got a headache.

Fortunately, it is still early for these things, and they are just Zhang Qian’s own guesses, but he will not put his own safety on the basis of guesses.

"Hmm? Someone is finally practicing. They are really cautious."

At this moment, he suddenly sensed that in another higher space far away and endless, someone was practicing the Nine Revolutions Profound Art.

Zhang Qian could sense the Nine Revolutions Profound Art deduced by Canyu as long as someone practiced it, no matter how far away they were. And this time, the sensation came from the ancient world!
He followed this barely visible sensation and channeled a ray of his mind over there.

Although the other party was in the ancient world, an indescribable distance away from Zhang Qian's location, his mind instantly followed this sensation, entered the ancient world, and instantly fell on the person who was practicing the Nine Revolutions Profound Art.

"It's indeed the Wu Clan!"

The man who practiced the Nine Revolutions Profound Art was from the witch clan, and a great witch at that. Zhang Qian's mind was hidden in the Nine Revolutions Profound Art, and he observed secretly. This great witch had a very strange shape, and had four arms. Apart from that, he was no different from humans in other places, and his four arms looked extremely uncoordinated.

This great wizard was extremely tall, about five meters tall, with blood surging throughout his body, and a terrifying evil aura lingering around him. Around this strange great wizard, there was a huge blood-colored magic circle carved.

The magic circle is circular, outlined with extremely complex patterns. No one knows what the blood used to draw the magic circle is, and it exudes a murderous aura.

Surrounding this huge circular blood-colored formation, there are more than a dozen huge corpses of prehistoric ferocious beasts. The corpses seem to have died not long ago, and blood of ferocious beasts is constantly flowing out like waves. The blood of the ferocious beasts flows into the formation, and the original essence is miraculously extracted by the formation, and then absorbed and refined by the four-armed wizard in the center of the formation!

(End of this chapter)