Prehistoric Calendar

Chapter 539 The Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang in the Palm of a Palm

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Wu Ming looked at the little tower in his hand in a daze, this little tower is not an innate spiritual treasure.

Xiantian Lingbao is the condensation of the origin of the multiverse. Even the weakest Xiantian Lingbao is so different. People who get it, or even see it, can often know that it is a Xiantian Lingbao, and in many cases Everyone can accurately tell its real name, otherwise, why do different races, different masters, and different civilizations all choose the same name for the same innate spirit treasure?

This is the meaning of its real name, which is taken from the source.

And this small pagoda is not an innate spiritual treasure. Wu Ming knew it when he got this small pagoda, and a large number of saints around him also saw all this clearly. The one that Kunpeng got was the one they all saw. What Kunpeng got was Buzhou Mountain. Judging from its power, it is the most top innate spirit treasure that can rival Donghuang Bell and Hetu Luoshu. See At this point, the faces of all the saints are not good-looking, and the faces of Jidu Luohu and Minghe Patriarch who have appeared are even more murderous.

On the contrary, seeing the palm-sized small pagoda in Wu Ming's hand, this pagoda is inconspicuous, has no inspiration, and does not have the original light of the innate spirit treasure that is as bright as a supernova explosion in the eyes of the saint. As inconspicuous as tattered garbage.

At this time, no one is fighting anymore, and the Styx river is rolled up, the ancestor of the Styx river disappears, black and white flames burn, Jidu Luohu also disappears, and then the four elephants escape into the void. Zhoushan's Kunpeng, Taiyi who launched the Great Luo Star Dou Hongmeng Formation, and Di Jun who launched the Hetu Luoshu Hunyuan Formation, plus the other ten thousand race saints, all were silent for a while, and it passed like this for a long time. Until the first sage of all races bowed slightly to Kunpeng, the rest of the sages were helpless, but had to bow to Kunpeng like this.

Even the most common low-level holy positions can be seen. Kunpeng's power of the sun and the moon is resonating with Buzhou Mountain. This resonance has caused a shock to the power of heaven and earth. Although it is not complete, everyone can see it. Kunpeng is gradually forming a certain personality, and this personality is likely to be the third emperor-level personality.

Not to mention the scramble before, this is a matter of course, but there has been no scramble, and Kunpeng won, so many saints will no longer be conceivable. The two emperors suppressed the prehistoric universe. It is impossible for them to have any disputes again. Kunpeng... already It can be regarded as the third emperor.

After bowing, a holy person looked at Wu Ming. He planned to compete with Kunpeng in the final stage, but he only got a broken utensil, which probably belonged to Wu Ming from the Earth Spirit Race. It's an eyesore, especially what Wu Ming did before, which is annoying all of a sudden, coupled with Wu Ming's human identity and so on.

If Wu Ming got Buzhou Mountain, it would be appropriate to change his fate against the sky, but now that he has failed in his struggle, there is nothing to say. Several saints raised their hands and waved at Wu Ming.

Immediately, a five-color divine light brushed towards him, and behind the five-color divine light, there were also four immortal swords stabbing at him. However, many high-ranking saints, as well as the huge blue dragon of the Dragon Clan, easily resisted the five-color divine light and the four swords. The Immortal Sword is still in the state of a real spirit, it is all intermittent, because the reward points are completely consumed, and it is all relying on the reward points obtained from the death of players from time to time, Wu Ming, who forcibly falls on the beam of light to heal himself, I am afraid that he will just come to a job Those who can kill him can kill him, and the Holy Throne takes action, but he is dead.

"No!"

"Great lord!!!"

"Wu Ming!!!"

For a moment, I don't know how many people from Wu Ming's camp roared in despair, and Ziya's eyes were reddened, and he began to reach out to touch his arms.

At this last moment, Wu Ming suddenly chuckled, and gently lifted the palm-sized pagoda in his hand, from scratch, there was a vague, faint, yellow aura gushing out. Any threat of power does not even have sound and light effects, but this subtle black and yellow aura just rushes upwards, and the attacks of those saints are directly transformed into invisible and silent, like a breeze blowing on the face, even a little bit There are no waves.

Just this time, the eyes of the saints around were all terrified. They didn't understand how the attack just now was ineffective, and they didn't counterattack with the attack of the same intensity. It wasn't time and space skills, and it wasn't magic. In fact, there was no energy reaction just now, it was so natural and unnatural. In their eyes, Wu Ming directly neutralized the attacks of those saints.

Wu Ming slowly stood up straight in mid-air. He looked at his current state. There was no body, no soul, only the true spirit, and the repair of the main god was intermittent. It was impossible to repair him all at once. , This actually caused his true spirit to slowly dissipate.

The true spirit cannot exist alone, it must be supported by the soul, and although the soul can exist alone after being strong to a certain extent, it is also extremely weak without the protection of the physical body. Now Wu Ming's soul and physical body are gone. If the main god restores it, then his true spirit will dissipate in a short time.

Originally, Wu Ming rushed up with the idea of ​​success if he failed, but he didn't get Buzhou Mountain. To be honest, he was already desperate at that moment, but although he didn't get Buzhou Mountain, he got this slap at the last moment At that time, Wu Ming's heart skipped a beat for the big little tower, and after he got the little tower, something that he didn't feel at all began to flow in his true spirit. It was a very strange thing. He couldn't even notice its existence. If he hadn't got the small pagoda at this time, he might become an immortal, even a golden immortal would not be able to notice it.

Wu Ming didn't know what it was, but when he got the small tower, this thing and the small tower touched each other slightly, and they blended together, and this small tower was nothing unusual, even the most common utensils Not really, but at this moment, he naturally knew its name, its magic function, and its power in his mind.

The name of the small pagoda is Tiandi Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda.

It is the creation of the great virtues that opened up the world and divided the two major virtues of Xuan and Huang, that is, in the orthodox comprehension series, the treasure of acquired merit has always been rumored. According to rumors, only the four images, five elements and eight trigrams array of Emperor Fuxi's family is the treasure of acquired merit. It is a manifestation of great virtue, only the creator of great virtue can use it, and it is useless for others to snatch it away, and it does not even need to recognize the owner like the innate treasure. This thing is just an extension of the virtue of the creator of great virtue .

Its power...

Wu Ming held up the small pagoda, looked at the many holy places around him in amazement, looked at his own legion that had been beaten miserably in the previous siege, and the faces of many acquaintances had died and disappeared, thinking about what he did before What he did made him miss Bu Zhoushan...

Wu Ming's current emotions are very complicated, he is unwilling, and he is grateful for the rest of his life after the catastrophe. He also has some grievances, and the personnel in his own camp have suffered heavy casualties, and I don't know how many are seriously injured and dying. However, what was waiting was a backstab against him by the strongest among human beings...

All these kinds of things made him feel angry now. It was a last-ditch effort in despair. He didn't get Buzhou Mountain, but he got the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda by chance. At this time, Wu Ming really It was really scary, and it also made the anger in his heart rise more and more, and gradually turned to the crazy side.

"This thing is a little strange, it's mine."

Suddenly, a voice laughed softly, and suddenly a golden flame burned from the sky, and the golden flame quickly condensed into a three-clawed crow. This crow was burning with golden flames all over. Appeared, the surrounding holy places all avoided, and even some high-ranking holy places frowned slightly. Although they didn't avoid, they didn't stop them either, as if acquiescing to what the three-clawed crow said.

"Ah……"

Wu Ming chuckled, his expression seemed calm, but his eyes were full of violence, and he saw that the dark yellow aura in his hand had changed from the size of a filament to the size of a little finger. grip.

In an instant, this world, this Xuanhuang, all appeared in his palm, and all the beings between this world and Xuanhuang also appeared faintly in his palm.

At the beginning when he was in the turbulent flow of time and space, he saw the moves used by the super powerful Zheng Zha. At this moment, he could also simulate them by relying on the Tiandi Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda. The three-legged fire crow of this junior holy position is completely enough.

Wu Ming squeezed the palm of his hand lightly, and the mysterious yellow of the world boiled immediately, swept over, turned into a mysterious yellow breath, and just rushed towards the three-legged fire crow...

There is no sound and light effect of explosions, and there are no techniques such as energy, matter, time, space, etc., just like the previous attack to counteract the holy throne, silently, like a breeze blowing on the face, and then, the three-legged fire crow directly transformed into For powder, even the holy way was crushed clean.

In the Xuanhuang of Heaven and Earth, it no longer exists.

And Wu Ming, holding the heaven and earth Xuanhuang in his hand, smiled softly, and then the laughter gradually became louder, and finally, it resounded through the world...

(End of this chapter)