I Pick Up A Bunch Of Attributes

Mysterious long street.

Those years seven hundred years ago were too ethereal and far away. Even with Feng Xia's current knowledge, she could not help but wonder whether everything she had experienced before was also a magical illusion.

It's like he has experienced hundreds of reincarnations on the ladder to heaven, seen all over the world, and traveled all over Xuanyuan mountains and rivers.

However, dreams are just dreams after all.

For the Lingyun Kingdom, which was almost annihilated in history, Feng Xia was just a latecomer who benefited from Yu Yin.

Feng Xia was still aware of the dream of climbing the ladder to heaven.

But what if everything I experienced before was an illusion created by the mysterious ancient street?

With the mystery and weirdness of this ancient street, if Feng Xia Zicun really wanted to deceive him, it would have been impossible for Feng Xia Zicun to see any flaws before he became a god!

Even if you reach the altar, you only have some hope, but not complete certainty.

"Huh? What-"

But at this moment, Feng Xia turned around with some feeling and saw that the space behind him suddenly distorted again. A big hand with divine light passed through the ripples in the space and hit him in front of him with a thud!

Even just one hand exuded terrifying coercion, which was so heavy that Feng Xia was dumbfounded and took a few steps back involuntarily.

Of course he could recognize the hand in front of him at a glance.

This is the hand of the outsider god!

"This hand actually... followed me back?"

Feng Xia's mouth opened a little bit, and she once again felt a strong sense of absurdity: "This hand followed me back. Doesn't it mean that everything I experienced is real, and after I left..."

"A god from outside the world has hated me for seven hundred years?"

He shuddered violently.

Being hated by an unknown god for so long is obviously not a wonderful thing.

Fortunately, Feng Xia felt relieved soon.

"It's useless to think about it now. Besides, if you calculate it carefully, there will be more than one god who hates me. Even if you include this unknown god, it will only be happy +1 at most..."

He smiled helplessly and freely.

No need to worry about debts, that’s all!

"In comparison, this is the hand of a god, and it is a great treasure in itself!"

After letting go of the worries in his heart, Feng Xia's eyes lit up and his breathing quickened.

He circled the big hand back and forth several times, and the joy in his chest became more and more intense: "Well, as long as the energy in the hand is refined, the divine blood can be used to strengthen the body, and the extremely hard divine bones can also be used to refine Treasure, this layer of skin can be made into a boxing glove, and the flesh and tendons inside can be extracted..."

Feng Xia has faced more than one god-level figure.

But the states of those divine realms are quite special. Ying Daoyi has no real physical body at all, the goddess Wu Guan is just the incarnation of the condensed vitality, and the mother emperor is a clone with the will entrusted to her.

But this hand is different.

It is part of the body of a god in normal state!

"Even if it's something I can't use, it's still a good thing to give to Qianqiu Valley. It's cut, chopped, stewed...what else can be done with it?"

Feng Xia rubbed her hands happily, and suddenly the palm suddenly melted, and in a burst of squirming, it turned into the image of a young man in brocade clothes.

It's just that he didn't notice the changes in time and space, but immediately cast a cold look at Feng Xia: "Thief, do you know how big a crime you have committed?"

"If you abandon your cultivation now..."

"Oh, he can actually speak by himself!"

Bang——

Feng Xia activated his fist skills and punched the young man on the back of the head. The joy in his voice became even stronger: "A trace of flesh and blood can be reborn. This is almost like my creation Xuan Gong. Sure enough, It’s a great treasure! This will of yours is also quite rare. It can be said to be part of the god’s soul, whether it is directly swallowed and refined, or..."

Although the young man was transformed into a divine body and his body was extremely hard, Feng Xia's punch was a divine power. It was so powerful and heavy that it was like an ancient sacred mountain hitting him. It still hit him so hard that stars appeared in his eyes and the back of his head was dented instantly. !

"You bastard! How dare you hit me?!" The young man was furious.

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge fist enlarged in his field of vision.

Bang!

The young man suddenly screamed, and the bridge of his nose dented.

"You are really tough-skinned."

Feng Xia shook his sore fist, feeling stunned for a while, and stretched out a hand in shock: "Look, my fist was hit with a white mark by your nose."

young people:"……"

Who the hell is hitting whom? ?

What's more, Feng Xia never thought about holding back the two punches he threw, so his face and the back of his head were sunken. From a distance, it actually looked like a hollow dough!

"Boy, don't think you can do whatever you want——"

Finally, the young man couldn't bear it anymore. While dodging Feng Xia's fist, he shouted loudly: "I will contact my true self right now. I have been humiliated and hated many times. Where is my true self? Why is my true self missing?" !”

But in the next moment, his whole body trembled suddenly, and he almost dropped his eyes to the ground.

Gone!

The deity who should have been deep outside the fetal membrane of the Xuanyuan world disappeared from his perception at this moment. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't establish the slightest connection!

"How, how is it possible?!"

Feng Xia immediately seized on this flaw, grabbed the young man transformed by the magic hand, and beat him severely without saying a word.

At the same time, the other party's words also made him thoughtful: "This guy doesn't seem to know that seven hundred years later, he can't sense where his true self is. Now it seems that there should be three possibilities..."

First, this is a mysterious ancient street, naturally isolated from the senses.

Secondly, the original figure of this hand has been far away from the Xuanyuan world seven hundred years ago. The distance is too far, and the sense is naturally lost.

"There is a third situation...well, that is, the god died during these seven hundred years."

Feng Xia rubbed her chin, looking at the young man screaming on the ground, the smile on his face became more playful.

It seems that no matter which situation it is, the situation suddenly becomes interesting.

"Even the will of the soul is entrusted in one palm. Is this also one of the characteristics of gods? Well, I still know too little about the realm of gods. When Sister Wu Guan comes out of seclusion, I will go to her and ask her Ask about the mystery of the divine realm.”

But now, seeing that even though the young man was brutally beaten, he still stretched out his hands and kicked his feet to resist, without any intention of "compromising", an interesting idea suddenly appeared in Feng Xia's mind.

"It's a pity to peel off your cramps and skin directly. I should do something more meaningful with you... Damn it!"

Before Feng Xia could think about it, a roar reached his ears.

Those zombie undead that disappeared before... they are back!

"Run first and then talk!"

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Chapter 0662

"Fortunately, those things don't seem to escape."

After driving all the way for a long distance, Feng Xia finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the zombies did not continue to pursue him, and staggered to the ground.

Beside him, the young man transformed by the divine hand also lay on the ground, with his butt raised high.

After a long while, he weakly turned his head and squeezed out a few words:

"You...where exactly did you take me...to?"

Although he is not a clone in the true sense, he still inherits the knowledge of the original to a certain extent, so he can tell almost at a glance that the zombies and undead chasing Feng Xia have strength that is almost comparable to the Shenqiao realm!

This is the result of the fact that zombies do not have great intelligence, cannot activate the divine channel method, and can only rely on their physical bodies to do evil.

"Even after death, the corrupted body is so strong. Could it be that these zombies and undead were all true gods when they were alive?"

The young man's body was trembling, and he couldn't believe this conclusion at all.

True God?

Hundreds and thousands of true gods are buried here?

That would be too scary!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How powerful is the Divine Realm? Even if there are occasional deaths, it is impossible for so many people to die! Let alone this place, this place is really..."

He couldn't continue talking anymore.

When young people think about it, even if the true god does die, his burial place must be extraordinary. How could it be like now, with at most a raised tomb?

That's almost like a mass grave!

It is impossible no matter how you think about it, so many true gods are buried here.

"Here? I don't know where this place is."

Feng Xia couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "But I know one thing..."

The young man immediately became extremely vigilant: "What, what are you going to do?"

"Of course I'll accept you!"

Bang——