Chapter 353 The Array Master from Thousands of Years Ago!
boom!
The Devouring True Fire burned blazingly, showing two colors of gold and black. It looked mysterious and enveloping the middle-aged man.
But under Su Chen's control, the Devouring True Fire seemed to turn into a web of flames, intertwined in the middle-aged man's body, rushing towards his limbs and bones, constantly dissolving the evil power in his body.
With the power of devouring real fire to dissolve evil spirits, coupled with the majestic vitality contained in the elixir of creation, the middle-aged man's originally extremely weak aura began to gradually become stronger.
Until the last streak of demonic power on his face was swallowed up by the real fire and burned into nothingness, the cold, strange and evil aura of the middle-aged man completely disappeared.
The majestic power of the Creation Pill began to continuously repair his body, allowing his withered energy and blood to begin to regenerate.
"Huh?
he is……"
Feng Wentian looked at the middle-aged man on the bed, and suddenly showed a look of surprise.
"Elder Feng, do you recognize this person?"
Su Chen breathed a sigh of relief, then saw Feng Wentian's expression and asked curiously.
"Could he be...Wu Qiankun?!"
Feng Wentian said solemnly.
Wu Qiankun?
As soon as these three words came out, Su Chen couldn't help but be shocked.
The name Wu Qiankun could be said to be like thunder a thousand years ago, and he was a famous figure in the entire Eastern Wasteland.
The most powerful formation saint in the Eastern Wasteland!
Array Saint Wu Qiankun.
According to legend, Wu Qiankun was a natural formation master, possessing an exquisite heart with seven orifices and the ability to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth and mobilize the vast power of nature.
When he was only in his twenties, he was already famous
The Formation Saint of Donghuang is here!
Many people believe that Wu Qiankun's talent is unparalleled and extremely dazzling. As long as he does not perish, there is no chance that he will be able to become the first Dao Emperor of the Eastern Wasteland in the future!
Array Emperor, what kind of glory is this?
However, thousands of years ago, some extraterrestrial evil spirits escaped from the Sea of Abyss. Wu Qiankun single-handedly set up the Qiankun Demon Sealing Formation, re-strengthened and sealed the Sea of Abyss, and destroyed countless extraterrestrial evil spirits.
However, he suffered an extremely severe backlash, and his formation cultivation was almost completely destroyed. Later, he disappeared and never appeared again.
Who would have thought that Wu Qiankun would hide in such a small, dilapidated courtyard in the ancient city of Nanhuang?
If I hadn't met Su Chen today, I'm afraid the generation of formation saints would have completely fallen like this, right?
"Thousands of years ago, I was with Master,
I had the honor to see the demeanor of Senior Formation Saint Wu Qiankun. How high-spirited and dazzling was he at that time? I didn’t expect that he is still alive and eking out an existence in such a small courtyard..."
Feng Wentian's eyes were full of emotion.
Although Wu Qiankun's face at this moment was sallow and his vitality was defeated, and although his appearance was completely different from that of back then, Feng Wentian was still able to confirm it at a glance.
This is the Formation Saint Wu Qiankun!
At this moment, the middle-aged man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
"I didn't expect that I would still be alive!"
A hoarse and deep voice sounded.
The middle-aged man slowly sat up from the bed. His eyes fell on Feng Wentian and Su Chen. Although their eyes were cloudy and vicissitudes of life, they had a sense of seeing through life and death.
Calm and calm.
"This little friend saved me, right? I don't know what you call him?"
The middle-aged man looked at Su Chen and asked calmly.
"I am Su Chen, the Holy Son of Tiandao Sect! I dare to ask senior, but is it Wu Qiankun, the Formation Saint?"
Su Chen bowed his hands and smiled slightly.
Hearing the name of Formation Saint Wu Qiankun, the middle-aged man on the bed clearly trembled slightly.
He sighed softly and said: "A thousand years have passed. I didn't expect that someone would still recognize me! The Holy Son of Tiandao Sect? Another saint was born in the Tiandao Sect. It seems that the young master must be extremely talented and can suppress the world's most powerful disciples. Sir! Thank you for your help!”
The middle-aged man stood up from the bed and bowed to Su Chen, his expression very solemn.
He admitted it.
He is the formation saint from thousands of years ago, Wu Qiankun!
