Prehistoric: Twin lotuses with parallel stems

The buildings of the Wu clan generally have a rough and grand feel, and do not pursue refinement.

After a group of ancestral witches performed some worship, Fang led Qingxuan and the others outside a stone palace.

The majestic stone palace is engraved with witchcraft patterns and exudes a heavy aura, filled with strong Taoist power and Taoist rhyme.

Within the stone hall, there seems to be a world hidden in it.

The expressions of the twelve ancestral witches at this time were somewhat solemn and serious, even Gonggong and Zhurong, the two guys who liked to make trouble the most.

The stone steps extend, and on both sides of the stone steps stand twelve majestic statues, which are the statues of the twelve ancestral witches.

However, it is not their human form, but their true form as ancestral witches.

The ancestral witches are no longer just as simple as tattoos, but their true colors show different postures.

Qingxuan and his two men walked among a group of ancestral witches, looking at these statues of ancestral witches that were several feet high. He found that the true appearance of these ancestral witches was quite interesting. The most profound thing that impressed Qingxuan was that they seemed to I have a soft spot for snakes.

Either they hang two snakes as pendants on their ears, or they step on two big snakes under their feet, or hold two snakes in their hands and have a big snake coiled around their body.

Qingxuan didn't know whether it had any special meaning or was purely based on their preferences, and it was inconvenient to ask.

The true appearance of these ancestral witches is very different from the Tao body. The true appearance of the ancestral witch Houtu can still be recognized at a glance. That is, there are a few more hands on the back and the legs are replaced by a tail. The smallest difference.

After stepping on the stone steps and standing in front of the heavy stone door of the main hall, Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin pushed the door open and entered.

Qingxuan and Qinglian followed Ancestral Witch, and the moment they stepped through the palace gate, he clearly sensed the changes in the space. They had already entered an independent space.

Pangu Palace, named after the palace, looks like a stone palace with extraordinary scale and momentum from the outside.

But in fact, the interior is a world of its own, and its vastness is no different than a cave.

As soon as he entered this place, Qingxuan felt a majestic pressure from the avenue, and ocean-like blood surged here, making the entire space appear blood red.

A statue of Pangu stands in the center, and a blood pool is silent like a sea of ​​blood. It is filled with the richest breath of creation and vitality. The statue of Pangu stands in the center.

The scale is obviously not as good as the Pangu statue outside that is hundreds of feet high, but it is superior in terms of momentum and has a sense of presence that cannot be ignored.

Because the Pangu Taoist charm flowing through the statue is much stronger, making the statue tend to be immeasurable.

Feeling the pressure brought by Pangu Dao Yun more clearly, Qingxuan felt a sense of insignificance in his heart.

The road is high and far away, and it is out of reach.

This feeling is much stronger than facing Hongjun. This is just a trace of Pangu's Taoism, rather than facing Pangu himself.

Therefore, Hongjun might not be able to withstand a few axes from Pangu, and maybe even three axes. This was the thought rising in Qingxuan's mind at this moment.

"Qinglian, don't make trouble."

At this time, Qingxuan felt that the back of his head was touched. Qinglian was the only one who could do such a thing.

Qinglian turned her head and glanced at Qingxuan strangely, but her eyes were fixed behind Qingxuan for an instant.

Qingxuan was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Qinglian looked a little strange and pointed at the back of Qingxuan's head.

Didn't Qinglian poke him in the head?

Qingxuan was confused, but he didn't sense anything in his spiritual sense.

He turned around and saw nothing. The other ancestral witches were also some distance away from him. It was obviously not the ancestral witch's doing.

And at this time, the ancestral wizards also looked at him with strange eyes, which made Qingxuan a little confused, what happened?

"The acquired merit is the most precious thing."

Qinglian pointed behind Qingxuan and said.

Qingxuan frowned. His consciousness didn't sense anything. The treasure of acquired merit? what?

Turning around again, I still saw nothing, nothing.

Then Qingxuan felt it, and he was patted on the back of the head again.

The corners of Qingxuan's eyes twitched slightly, what the hell? You are being teased, right?

What do you mean by poking him in the back of the head? I am still unaware, and if I am beaten, I am afraid that I will not be able to react.

It’s so evil, this Pangu Temple is actually haunted.

It's just a spiritual treasure, even if it is a treasure of acquired merit, it shouldn't be able to play tricks on a late-stage Da Luo realm like him. This is not normal!

Qingxuan stretched out his hand to grab it, but he didn't catch anything.

"Snapped!"

Not only that, he was also slapped on the back of his hand, which actually caused pain to his body.

Qingxuan was speechless, and then looked at the Pangu statue standing in the blood pool. Could it be that he was up to something?

Can you talk about some morals? I always feel like I don’t want to come here. Is it because of this?

At this time, there seemed to be no interest in playing tricks anymore, and a ball of spiritual light flew in front of Qingxuan, revealing his true body.

It was a spiritual treasure with a rather strange shape. It looked like a long sword with a handle, but the sword was square, straight and straight, with no edge or edge.

The shape is simple, filled with black and yellow atmosphere, lingering with purple energy, and has the power of merit and virtue inherent in it.

Two Dao characters appeared - "Measure the Sky".

Qingxuan's face turned dark when he looked at the culprit who was playing tricks on him. What a treasure of merit and virtue, it's almost as good as a treasure of bad virtue!

"Measuring the Heavenly Ruler! Why is this wicked thing here? Didn't Hongjun kidnap it?"

Qingxuan recognized what was in front of him. It was one of the only two treasures of acquired merit and virtue in the entire prehistoric era. In terms of quantity alone, it was even rarer than the innate treasure.

Apart from the Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda of Heaven and Earth in Taiqing's hands, there was only this pool of wickedness.

The Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda of Heaven and Earth is said to have unparalleled defense and is invincible.

And the Hongmeng Heavenly Measurement Ruler with purple energy and black and yellow merits in front of him is a powerful offensive treasure. It is said that killing people does not depend on the cause and effect, but it is a good thing for killing people and stealing goods.

Apart from this, Qingxuan could not recall any information about this heavenly measuring ruler. He neither knew its whereabouts nor heard of any achievements it had.

It has a great reputation, but it is all in vain.

The weird thing is, what is this broken ruler doing to tease him?

Qingxuan waved his hand and slapped the measuring ruler. Don't think that you are a rare thing and I will spoil you. I don't need it!

He slapped the air with his palm, and the measuring ruler dangled in front of Qingxuan's eyes, making him want to stab him twice with the God-killing Spear.

But in an instant, Qingxuan's expression returned to calm, and he no longer paid attention to the measuring ruler, looking at Pangu's statue.

A treasure with acquired merits and virtues that he did not have the power to control could not tease him.

"Qinglian, this place is evil, why don't we go out first." Qingxuan turned to Qinglian beside him and said.

Qinglian didn't hesitate, nodded, and then turned around.

Qingxuan also turned around at this moment, and the two of them seemed to be leaving Pangu Hall.

Just the moment Qingxuan turned around, the scene in front of him had disappeared, replaced by a void of space.

But this is not important. Qingxuan no longer has the energy to care about this. He subconsciously presses his hand on his chest. This unprecedented sense of lack in his mind makes him fearful.

After arriving in the prehistoric period, he had never been as uneasy as he was now.

The mental connection between him and Qinglian was severed for the first time!