Chapter 83 Research Treasure Book Mutation
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With the lower-grade Tianqi blood resentment ball as the array, the array formed by condensing the evil spirit of evil spirits, Huang Wuji is much relieved. In addition to the Tianlong Pavilion's own array, the combined power of the two definitely exceeds the degree of 1+1=2.
Huang Wuji arranged everything, checked one side again to see if there were any omissions, turned to the second floor and returned to his room.
The emperor's infinite mind moved, and the "Heavenly Craftsman's Treasure Book" placed in the storage ring appeared in the palm of his hand out of his mind.
Grabbing the treasure book made of unknown animal skin, he slowly sat on the white jade cold stone platform. In addition to helping to refine and purify the aura, the white jade cold stone platform also has the effect of Ningshen exorcism.
The spiritual will and memory of the craftsman Zuluban is such a huge horror. With the current strength of Huang Wuji, it can't be fully digested at all. It can only resist with the help of the hundreds of years of coldness of the white jade cold stone platform, the will of the craftsman Zuluban in the treasure book.
The animal skin book is stitched with a transparent thin thread. Like today's book, it is very convenient to turn page by page.
Huang Wuji carefully opened the first page of the animal skin, and the lightning inscriptions the size of bottle caps came into his eyes.
Huang Wuji looked carefully at the lightning inscription on the first page. He didn't even let go of a symbol. Gradually, he was addicted to it. He only felt that the world was spinning. Suddenly, he heard a deafening cry like Hong Zhong Dalu, and a strange tone that he couldn't understand kept ringing in his ear, solemn and solemn.
Although it can't be heard, Huang Wuji can feel that it seems to be communicating with heaven and earth. Heaven and earth nurtures all sentient beings. People condense their beautiful thoughts on heaven and earth into countless words, notes, and continuous praises.
At this moment, Huang Wuji seemed to see endless thunder condensing in the void, with the great power of thunder, with God's joys and sorrows for human beings.
Huang Wuji seems to be in the "Qianqiu Sacrifice the Heaven" and "Fangqiu Sacrifice". The Qiuqiu is a round altar. The ancient human beings thought that the circle of the sky is the image of the sky.
In the same circle, an old man with black beard and white hair threw the finished treasures into the altar one by one. Some of them are rare to see now, and even the fierce beasts, wild beasts and mythical beasts scattered with forceful power were slaughtered one by one by one, and the golden blood stained the whole altar red.
The mysterious lightning inscriptions engraved on the grooves slowly sucked the blood of many beasts into it. The light red light rose to the sky, a light red beam of light rushed straight to the sky, and the thunder in the sky vibrated around the light pillar.
The inexplicable pressure fell from the sky, and the light red beam of light gradually disappeared in the clouds, and the last light red light column of the mushroom-like white cloud Shunjiang River engulfed up. Thunder [riot], thunder and lightning, and dark clouds covered the whole sky tightly.
The sky and the earth were extremely dark in an instant, and they couldn't see their fingers. Under the leadership of the old man with black beard and white hair, all the human beings standing under the altar knelt on the ground, muttering constantly with strange rhythms that people don't understand.
However, this rhythm is like a poisonous insect of the tarsoas, slowly going deep into the bone marrow, and the head is dizzy for a moment. The mind gradually seems to come to a strange space. The strange rhythm constantly echoes in my ears, as if to let myself remember the meaning of each scale. Huang Wuji only felt that his head was about to explode, and the endless rhythm kept colliding in his mind.
The rhythm turned into lightning inscriptions one by one, like real thunder, and instantly exploded in the whole mind.
Huang Wuji only felt a buzz in his ear. He spit out a mouthful of purple blood and indulged in the idea of the treasure book. In an instant, he was knocked out by the power of thunder. His whole body seemed to have been hit hard. His body involuntarily flew directly from the white jade cold stone platform, hit the beam, and fell to the ground heavily. Another mouthful of purple blood spewed out, dripping on the ground like raindrops, forming a blood-colored flower.
Being fiercely bombarded by the inscription of sacrificing the sky, Huang Wuji was dizzy, as if he were traveling outside the sky.
At this time, the will of the immortal emperor who deliberately suppressed and restrained burst out in an instant, and an unparalleled hegemony broke through the double array and went straight to the sky. The roof of Tianlong Pavilion was smashed into a big hole in an instant, and the emperor's hegemony swept away like a strong wind and waves, directly hitting the defense array of the Tianmu Hall.
Walking in the Tianmu Hall, the monks who practiced were suddenly pressed on the ground in a defenseless situation, and their heart and blood kept spitting out. The whole Tianmu Hall shook like an earthquake in the emperor's hegemony.
Many geniuses lying on the ground feel as if there is a mountain heavily pressing on their bodies, and they can't move even if they want to. The hegemony of soaring to the sky makes them seem to face the world in this space.
"Who is it, who is it, and how domineering it is!" The geniuses lying on the ground kept roaring crazily in their hearts with their remaining thoughts.
As the gatekeeper of the heavenly pavilion, after the emperor's coma, the emperor's hegemony broke out, and the impact was the most serious. Zou Baba's old face snorted, and a bloody blood stain flowed from the corners of his mouth.
A look of horror flashed in the gatekeeper's eyes, reached out and casually erased the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, rushed out of the room, and looked at the Tianlong Pavilion. I saw a golden dragon soaring in the air, hovering over the canopy hall, and a light blue thunder force surrounded it.
The gatekeeper looked at the top of Jinlong's head again. His eyes shrank, and his whole body stepped back dozens of steps in an instant. Every step back, his footprints were an inch deeper, and dozens of steps back. His whole foot fell into the ground and half squatted on the ground, and his eyes were full of incredible.
Through his pupils, you can see that a figure in the emperor's golden dragon robe, like an ancient god, standing on the head of the golden dragon, a pair of eyes full of incomparable immortality, as if it can penetrate the cannacle hall, look at the dark sky from afar, as if observing every star,
The gatekeeper looked at the figure looking up at the sky, and the shock in his heart could not calm down at all. Although he tried to calm himself down, the cold-blooded and ruthless eyes looking down at the world were always wandering in his mind. As long as he moved a little, the golden ruthless double pupils like glass would come to his mind. In the middle, let your mind be damaged again.
"How can it be? Just one look can hurt me. Who is that figure!" The gatekeeper looked unwillingly at the figure standing on the golden dragon like a supreme defamation. He kept shouting in his heart and raised his head to see the figure clearly.
But at the moment when the gatekeeper resisted, the ruthless golden pupils were like a fatal blow of thunder on the newly condensed mind.
"Puff!" The gatekeeper raised his head slightly and hung down again. He vomited more than a dozen times in a row before reluctantly stopping. His eyes did not dare to look at the sky. He lay on the ground listless as if he were half dead. His mind was secretly mobilized his mind, trying to form an opposition with the golden ruthless pupils.
The mind slowly condensed, and the mind of the gatekeeper condensed again. On the ruthless golden pupil pressure, he gradually gained a foothold.
With a moment of gasp, the gatekeeper's mind suddenly moved. Taking advantage of the moment when the figure was not paying attention, he glanced at the Tianlong Pavilion and found that the golden dragon was very similar to the golden dragon that appeared when Huang Wuji opened the Tianlong Pavilion before.
However, the momentum between the two, a sky, a earth, and the thousand-foot body, if it hadn't been for being coiled together, I'm afraid that the sky of the Tianmu Hall would have been broken. At this time, the gatekeeper suddenly thought of Huang Wuji and felt a little similar to the figure standing on the golden dragon.
But, thinking of this, the gatekeeper himself felt that his idea was ridiculous. What's wrong with such a horrible character? There is no comparison between the two.
It is said that Huang Wuji's cultivation is known for himself. Although the foundation is very strong, with the strength of the later stage of Huangdanjing, you can challenge Li Chong of Zidanjing, which is very good, but compared with the people in front of you, it is simply very different.
Moreover, I have seen many demons like Huang Wuji, who can also challenge beyond the level. Among them, the most evil one I have ever seen, with the strength of the Orange Dan Realm, actually hit a master who was about to condense Shidan in the later stage of Zidan Realm into a serious injury. Huang Wuji's outstanding performance only surprised me a little.
"Is this figure a senior in the Huang Wuji family?" Thinking of this, the gatekeeper had an idea and seemed to really think of something. He secretly guessed in his heart: "With the strength of that boy, it is definitely a powerful family that is not under nine sects and eight sects, so that such evil can be cultivated. To the extent to which this figure is similar to that boy, it should be a senior who attached his mind to him. When encountering a fatal danger, the duo comes out to provide time for the body thousands of miles away!"
The more I think about it, the more I think it's possible. In my mind, the gatekeeper couldn't help but look at the Tianlong Pavilion and muttered, "That boy won't get hurt, will he? Otherwise, how could it cause such a big thing? Even the mind of the old monster came out. It seems that he must have hurt a lot. No wonder as soon as the boy came back, he arranged another array on the basis of the original Tianlong Pavilion!
The gatekeeper really wants to cry now. Thinking of the geniuses in the Tianmu Hall who are about to become disciples of Daoxu Sect, I don't know how many people can recover under this sudden blow.
However, the gatekeeper is also secretly celebrating that today is the first day of the Daoxu Festival. Most of the geniuses of the Tianmu Hall have come to their respective venues to participate in the competition. The rest are seeded players or guests who simply live in the Tianmu Hall. The loss will not be too much.
Of course, when the gatekeeper is happy, he is also thinking about Daoxu Sect.
After the incident, if someone can come out of today's shadow with their own perseverance, the future will be great. Joining Daoxu Zong Yingte is a addition of strength.
As for those who can't break through, they can only admit that they are unlucky. These garbage hypotheses will not be taken back to the door and let them destroy themselves. Sending a generous gift before leaving is the last intention of Taoist Xuzong.
Just when the gatekeeper was thinking about the future of the Taoist Xuzong, Huang Wuji finally woke up a little, and the thoughts in his mind instantly sensed abnormality. The figure on the golden dragon outside the Tianlong Pavilion also seemed to notice something, turning into a streamer and rolling the golden dragon into the Tianlong Pavilion.
In an instant, the sky is clear, like facing heaven and earth, the pressure disappears in an instant.
Many oppressed geniuses, including the gatekeeper, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. They all spread out on the ground one by one and gasped. Their nervous hearts were about to jump out just now. Fortunately, this pressure came and went quickly.