Feng Xiong and Lu Liancheng were silent for a while.

Just now, the strength shown by Jin Gun has indeed surpassed them! He is infinitely close to the half-step Holy King stage!

The King of Eternal Equality?

What is the King of Equality?

He is the prince who has an equal status with the army of the Dongqing Dynasty! And, forever!

Very arrogant!

But, I do have confidence!

"No wonder, the Lord of the Demon Flowing Palace just now stood up to greet him! Because, this Jin Gun already has the strength to be on par with the Lord of the Demon Flowing Palace!"

Some warriors couldn't help but sigh.

Everyone was silent and shocked.

Inside the Zhanfeng Palace.

The Supreme Elder, Gunfeng and others were all silent.

"It seems that Mr. Feng is indeed unable to enter the first three..."

Some deacons couldn't help but whisper.

No one responded, they were just staring at the huge crystal screen.

"Look at it!"

Some warriors trembled, pointed their hands at the prayer monument and said in a trembling voice.

An incredible scene happened before everyone.

The entire prayer monument seemed to have turned into a vortex, forming a powerful suction force.

A torrent of ancient aura sprinkled in the sky.

When many outsiders and geniuses in front drove the ancient prayer formation, the ancient torrents were actively pouring down and pouring into the prayer monument.

but.

Now.

But it seemed that the prayer monument was swallowing and pulling hard. The torrent of the ancient aura was pulled into the prayer monument like a ribbon that reached the sky.

The Eight Palace Masters even stood up in surprise.

Ten minutes passed.

"Jin Gun, is this accelerating the formation?!"

The palace master of the Battle of Mang Palace, Manne, couldn't help but swallow hard and said.

The Lord of the Palace of War Demon Palace, Mo Yu, had a smile on his face: "Well, I have now reached the eight thousand ridges..."

The words of Demon Fallen are very understatement.

But it is utterly thunder, exploding in everyone's hearts.

Ten minutes.

The ancient aura of Eight Thousand Ridges!

Moreover, the current torrent of ancient aura shows no sign of slowing down.

"In history, there is no record of more than 10,000 ridges! Today, let me create it by Jin Gun!"

A arrogant and domineering voice came from the prayer monument, which was shocking and touching.

In a blink of an eye.

The torrent of ancient aura accelerated again.

Nine Thousand Ridges!

Ten thousand ridges!

Even, it continues.

It reached 15,000 ridges!

The torrent of ancient energy seemed to be dry and no longer landing.

There was no sound in the entire scene.

Jin Gun's figure appeared at the entrance of the cave.

The huge crystal screen shows the results.

Jin Gun, 15,000 ridges!

There was really no sound at the scene!

Even the entire Zhulong Realm saw this scene and the results! It was completely silent!

One person, 15,000 ridges!

It is even higher than the total results of Zhan Ancient Palace and Zhan Mang Palace!

The entire Zhulong Realm has never been so quiet!

But at this moment, I did it only because of Jin Gun!

"Qing Pojiao, next one, yours! Remember, I will be your brother-in-law from now on! I will also be the eternal king of equality in the Dongqing Dynasty!"

Jin Gun's voice was so loud.

Qing Pojiao clenched his fists with both hands, almost clenching his palms through himself!

"I can't decide on Jin Gun, Qing Luan's marriage! She can only decide on herself!"

"In addition, it's not that you can challenge the majesty of my royal family with infinite strength that is close to the half-step Saint King! You are not the half-step Saint King after all!"

Qing Pojiao said word by word.

At the same time, Qing Pojiao turned around, stepped on the void, and headed to the entrance of the prayer monument.

When Jin Gun heard Qing Pojiao's words, he had an unpredictable smile.

brush!

While all the warriors were still silent.

The torrent of ancient energy rolled over again and poured into the blessing monument.

Long momentum!

It's like the spectacular sunset in the long river!

"This Qing Pojiao's achievements should be very strong..."

Zu Nan couldn't help but tremble.

Chu Feng shook his head gently and said, "Qing Pojiao's achievements should not exceed ten thousand!"

Chu Feng's words just finished.

Sure enough, the torrent of ancient aura triggered by Qing Pojiao instantly slowed down, decreased, and disappeared!

Nine thousand five hundred ridges of ancient aura!

Only five hundred, more than ten thousand!

A figure walked out of the cave with a pale face.

Qingluan had some worries on her face.

"Brother, you should have exceeded 10,000 yuan. Just now, Jin Gun was disturbed by his mood..."

This thought flashed in Qingluan's heart.

"Jin Gun, Qing Pojiao locked in the top two! I bet that they were the top two! I made money! I made money!"

"The Jingong I bet on is the first place! I won!"

"Sad! I bet on the first place in Qingpojiao and lost five thousand Zhulong Stone..."

Many warriors finally began to get restless.

Each of them had red faces.

Not only because of the bets of this blessing ceremony, but also because this blessing ceremony really brought a rich ancient aura to the Zhulong Realm.

Now they can even begin to feel that the concentration of ancient aura has completely surpassed the concentration three thousand years ago! It is even two or three times the concentration!

This means that the concentration of the ancient aura in the entire Zhulong Realm is enough to support them for five or six thousand years!

Moreover, even five or six thousand years later, the concentration of ancient aura in this heaven is much stronger than the previous concentration!

"Calify your bet!"

Some warriors shouted loudly in excitement.
To be continued...