52 towering mountains

Looking at the mountain towering into the clouds and not seeing the peak, a faint pressure stirring around, Wang Xuan couldn't help scanning around. This is the unspeakable mountain range formed by Pangu's spine. If there is no innate treasure, no one will believe it. Even the ancestral witch hall turned into the heart is the top innate treasure, even more than that. Anyway, it can isolate the sky, but I don't know about other effects now. It is a great thing to rely on the inheritance of various laws in it.

When you come here, you should look for the innate spiritual treasure or the innate treasure. Who knew that as soon as the divine consciousness came out, a vast pressure suddenly came to Wang Xuan. Wang Xuan habitually resisted, and suddenly the pressure seemed to find a way to vent. All of a sudden, he pressed Wang Xuan.

This is Pangu's will. How could Wang Xuan's divine consciousness be his opponent? In an instant, his divine consciousness was swept away. The huge pressure broke into Wang Xuan's yuan god space with the divine consciousness. Wang Xuan seemed to be hit by a heavy object, and his head was dizzy. In the Yuanshen space, intangible substances were fiercely pressed on the Yuanshen. The gensqueaked and shrank as high as a few feet, and his body flashed, shaky, and almost collapsed. If the witches on his body hadn't kept flashing and maintaining the yuan spirit, I'm afraid it would have been flying ashes long ago.

At this time, Zhou Tianxing in the Yuanshen space kept rotating, and countless stars poured into the Yuanshen, maintaining the shaky Yuanshen. But I don't feel relaxed at all. Under the infinite pressure, Wang Xuan is like a boat in the wind and rain, which may overturn at any time. It's like an ant is powerless in the face of high mountains. A few bells rang, and the Xuanhuang clock, which had been standing still, made a loud sound. There was a mysterious yellow atmosphere on his body and protected the whole body of the yuan god. At this time, I felt relaxed for a while. I thought in my heart why I was inexplicably confronting with Pangu's will and not Zhoushan. Can you touch it now?

So he withdrew the genshin confrontation. At this time, the mysterious yellow gas collided with the invisible pressure, and the yuan god space quickly turned into chaos. Wang Xuan also turned the yuan god into Zhou Tianxingchen and entered the Zhou Tianxingchen in the Yuanshen space. At the same time, I received the Xuanhuang Bell. The pressure lacked the attack target for a while, circled around the Yuanshen space, and slowly disappeared. Only then did Wang Xuan feel relieved. This pressure is not something you can resist, so you don't know what the pressure is with the saints. Thinking of this, the light of the Yuanshen space flashed Wang Xuan's Yuanshen appeared in it again. With a wave of his arm, all kinds of chaos in the Yuanshen space calmed down. The Yuanshen suddenly pressed a few feet under the pressure, which seemed to be even more condensed. I was so tired that I had to meditated and recover. I don't know how long it took for Wang Xuan to recover. I don't dare to release my consciousness for the time being.

Can't you communicate with each other? Otherwise, how can you find treasure without divine consciousness? So Wang Xuan released his consciousness again, and suddenly the huge pressure appeared again. Wang Xuan did not fight and opened his mind to receive it. Suddenly, a desolate, distant and domineering feeling came to his mind. He seemed to see the process of Pangu falling and the formation of Wuzhou Mountain. A kind of unyielding spirit came into Wang Xuan's mind and slowly merged with Wang Xuan's divine consciousness.

Wang Xuan's mana constantly fluctuated. For a moment, he was as calm as water, and for a moment he burst like fire. I don't know how long it took, all kinds of fluctuations on Wang Xuan's body disappeared, and a domineering breath emerged from his body and went straight to the sky, causing the wind and clouds to stir. Wang Xuan slowly woke up from this feeling. I feel different, and it seems that nothing has changed. I just feel that all my original worries have been swept away. I have a great feeling in my heart, and I don't care about anything.

The genshen swept again, and Naweia could no longer feel it, and the scenes of tens of millions of miles around him appeared in his mind one by one. When I found the innate spiritual root, it flashed away. A long treasure hunt began in Bzhou shan. Wang Xuan didn't know that he had a little will of Pangu here. He was cowardly and timid, and he had to calculate everything clearly before he dared to do something. If you have always been this kind of personality, there is almost no hope. You should know that practice is to compete with the sky, fight with the earth, and compete with the wilderness creatures for that trace of opportunity.

Everything is won by itself, and you won't sit and wait for your home to fall from the sky. In this way, hundreds of years have passed, and I have only walked to the place where the mountain is less than one in ten thousand. Except for the innate spiritual root, I didn't even see the shadow of the magic weapon. It seems that I really don't have much fate with the magic weapon. In fact, Wang Xuan didn't know that the innate spiritual treasure and the innate treasure must have great opportunity, great luck, or great merit. If Wang Xuan hadn't spread the spread of winemaking and dressing, he had a certain luck. He was also refined into a Xuanhuang bell and got great merit. I'm afraid that Xuan Huangzhong, the innate treasure, is not something he can control. Even if you barely get it, it is also to break your luck and merit. I don't know when the body will be damaged.

At present, the hundreds of Honghuang clans are all transformed by Pangu or chaotic gods and demons, and they have certain merits more or less. Naturally, there is no shortage of magic weapons. And Wang Xuan has not completely refined Xuanhuang Bell yet. Naturally, he can't rely on it to suppress luck for the time being. There will be any chance to get the innate spiritual treasure or the innate treasure. Unless Wang Xuan refines it by himself, he can not use chance or merit.

Tianwang Xuan is looking for treasure. A melodious sound of the piano came to his ears. Ning Yuan was elegant, as if he had brought himself into the blue sky and white clouds, endless mountains. Looking at the beasts galloping and enjoying the endless scenery, Wang Xuan suddenly indulged in the sound of the piano. He walked along the sound of the piano in a daze. When I came to the place where the piano sound was played, I saw a middle-aged literati sitting under a tree playing the piano. The unknown birds were dancing in the sky, and countless beasts listened silently. The scribe's face was as white as jade, with three wisps of long beard, and indescably gentle.

A woman below is in her twenties, dancing gracefully. As Luo Shenfu said, her shape is as graceful as a dragon. Rongyao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It's like a light cloud covering the moon, floating like the wind and snow. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning; forced to observe it, it burns like a wave. It is very delicate and has a good fit. If the shoulder is cut, the waist is as simple as the contract. The neck is long and the neck is beautiful, and the quality is exposed. Fangze no addition, lead Huafuyu. Yunji E'e, Xiu's eyebrows and Lianjuan. The red lips are bright outside, the bright teeth are fresh inside, the bright eyes are favored, and the power is supplemented. Gorgeous and elegant, quiet and leisurely. Soft and charming in language. The strange clothes are out of the world, and the bones are in the picture. The glory of the clothes, the glory of the blue. Wear Jincui's jewelry and decorate the pearl to show off your body. Practice the literary style of traveling far away, and the light train of the fog. The fragrance of the faint orchid is kind, walking in the corner of the mountain. So he suddenly indulged in his body and played with him. On the left, the osmanthus flag is on the right. Yang Hao's wrists are in the god's husturbance, and the Xuanzhi of Tuese is picked.

I don't know how long it took. The sound of the piano lingers endlessly, which really has the effect of going around the beam for three days. The birds are still dancing, and the group sales are still unable to sit still. The woman has stopped dancing. The scribe still closed his eyes and was addicted to it. Just then, the woman hummed softly. There seemed to be a thunder in Wang Xuan's ear, and then he woke up from a confused state.

I couldn't help sweating coldly. If the woman or scribe suddenly attacked when she was addicted, she didn't know how she died. This is also what Wang Xuan thought. You should know that you have an innate treasure to protect yourself. If there is anything wrong, the treasure will definitely remind you. Besides, if you practice to such an extent, if there is danger, you will also feel it.