Spirit Walker

The engraved picture on the bronze plate gave Zhang Yuanqing a strong shock, making his mind explode and his heart surge.

In the distant ancient times, meteorites from the outer space descended on the earth. The first group of human beings who came into contact with the meteorites gained supernatural powers and became gods in the eyes of mortals ever since.

This is different from Zhang Yuanqing's thinking. The ancient gods in his understanding are comprehending the profound meaning of heaven and earth, creating spiritual methods of cultivation, and controlling the spiritual power between heaven and earth, gradually becoming a great power in the eyes of ordinary people.

Who would have thought that the strong men who were regarded as gods in ancient times were actually a group of lucky ones who got meteorite fragments.

This made Zhang Yuanqing disillusioned, and at the same time, he raised strong vigilance and awe. Where did the meteorite rain come from?

After being silent for a long time, he turned his head to look at the beautiful woman beside him, only to see her staring at the picture without blinking, dazed.

Obviously, the content of the picture also gave her a strong shock.

"Palace Master, the content on the painting..." Zhang Yuanqing hesitated, and said, "How credible is it?"

The Master of the Killing Palace said softly:

"If I saw it from other places, I would be skeptical, but the things left by Emperor Wa should not be wrong. Yuanshi, Emperor Wa is at a higher level than you think.

"She holds the ultimate power of the two major professions of musician and bachelor, and has the highest status in myths and legends."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded, "It's unbelievable..."

"Palace Master, tell me, is the meteorite rain in the painting the source of us, the source of ancient practitioners and spiritual practitioners?" He made a guess that would definitely make ordinary practitioners lose their sanity, "The meteorites on our planet The supernatural power is brought by the meteorite from outside the sky?"

The Master of Stop Killing Palace thought for a long time, and said:

"The content of the painting is more of a symbolic meaning. It is not necessarily a meteorite that fell on the earth... I am more curious about who dropped the meteorite."

Alien civilization? High-dimensional creatures?

In order to solve this doubt, the two looked down at a bronze plate.

I watched four pieces in a row, and all of them were engraved with pictures of "gods" leading mortals to resist nature and multiply.

The gods who acquired supernatural powers taught humans to use fire, diverted rivers to irrigate crops, taught mortals to watch the sky at night, formulate calendars and solar terms, and so on.

Single-handedly brought hunting civilization to farming.

Zhang Yuanqing spoke suddenly, wondering, "Strange, why is there no evil profession?"

The contents in the relief are all thriving and harmonious pictures of the multiplication and development of the race.

If the source of the spirit walker is these meteorites, then there should be an evil profession.

"Here..." Palace Master Zhisha cast his eyes on one of the last two bronze plates.

Zhang Yuanqing walked over hurriedly, carefully looking at the content of the carved relief.

Same as the first piece, meteorite rain fell from the sky with black clouds rolling, accompanied by raging flames, piercing through the ground.

Terrible gaps opened in the earth, fire and magma spewed out, animals and humans alienated one after another, turning into tall and ferocious monsters, they ravaged the earth and killed all living beings.

In the tragic background of floating corpses, a glowing woman flies into the sky.

The last picture shows that the clouds have cleared, the sun is shining, and two streamers are falling from the sky.

Zhang Yuanqing took a breath and quickly interpreted:

"This should be the second meteorite rain. Unlike the first one, this time it brought destruction and disaster. Meteorites polluted a large number of animals and humans, alienated them into monsters, and created unimaginable disasters. "

Palace Master Zhisha nodded and said:

"The second meteorite rain came, and the accompanying force should be the evil camp. The first meteorite rain came first, and lawful occupations were born, and then the second meteorite rain came, creating bloodthirsty monsters..."

She pursed her lips, and her voice became low: "It seems that someone is using the earth as an experiment."

It might have been an accident if the first meteorites fell, creating both evil and lawful "gods."

But this kind of orderly release of two batches of meteorite showers, construction first and then destruction, is a bit reluctant to say it was an accident, more like it was done deliberately.

So the truth behind the birth of lawful and evil professions is that someone conducted experiments on the earth? This conjecture makes people feel chills... Zhang Yuanqing continued to interpret:

"But Emperor Wa couldn't bear the misery of the world, so he sacrificed himself to resolve this disaster. According to myths and legends, the sky collapsed and the earth fell, and Nu Wa smelted stones to mend the sky. From then on, the world was peaceful, and there was no more catastrophe.. ...Hiss, maybe she didn't make up for the sky, but she got rid of the experimenter outside the sky?"

"Very bold conjecture." Palace Master Zhisha nodded, she also thought so.

"From this point of view, Wahuang's personality is a bit scary. You see, there are no gods in the carvings, only Wahuang, which means that she is the only one who can solve this disaster. The other gods are not qualified, um, neither Excluding the carvings and paintings left by Emperor Wa is deliberately beautifying himself..." Zhang Yuanqing's thinking became clearer and clearer.

His brain was running at high speed, searching for useful information, suddenly his heart moved, and he blurted out:

"World-ending disaster!"

"I think of one thing, Palace Master, the predecessor of the Daoyao organization, the Daoyao sect once recorded a disaster of annihilation, could it be the one experienced by Emperor Wa?"

He didn't explain what the Xiaoyao faction is. The owner of the Zhisha Palace definitely knows that this woman's understanding of the Xiaoyao organization must be far better than him.

"You actually found out that the Xiaoyao faction is here." The master of Zhisha Palace smiled, staring at the content on the bronze slate, and leading the way:

"Based on the available information, yes."

Zhang Yuanqing said:

"So the war predicted by the Bright Compass is aimed at the 'experimenter, um, we temporarily use the experimentalist to refer to the guy who dropped the meteorite."

"Combined with the contents of the painting, we can interpret the prophecy of the Bright Compass. A catastrophe similar to that in ancient times will happen again, and evil forces will destroy the whole world."

"But what the Guangming Compass says is 'Sun, Moon, and Star, return to their positions. The key occupation is the God of the Night, not the musicians and bachelors controlled by Emperor Wa. This is very strange."

The Master of the Killing Palace thought for a while and said:

"Perhaps, the next one to play the role of savior is a certain night traveler. The Bright Compass saw the future, so he gave a prophecy."

Is this why all major organizations are investing in Night Tour God? They want to cultivate a savior? No, it's understandable why lawful professions do it, but why Shura also invests in Night God, shouldn't evil professions take destroying the world as their mission...

As soon as Zhang Yuanqing solved a puzzle, he fell into a new confusion.

In addition, one of his previous conjectures can be proven wrong - the spirit walker is the norm.

After learning about Miejilu handed down by the Xiaoyao Sect, he guessed that the ancient practitioners were not abnormal, but the evolution of survivors after disasters.

Practitioners before the disaster may be the same as spiritual practitioners today.

But now the content of the carvings and paintings negates this guess. In Emperor Wa's era, there was obviously no such thing as a spiritual realm.

It can be seen that the spirit realm is really a product of modern times.

"No..." Zhang Yuanqing said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" The palace lord cast a questioning look.

Zhang Yuanqing analyzed:

"Emperor Wa is wrong, and the experimenter is also wrong... Palace Master, if you were the experimenter, would you throw out the power that can fight against yourself?"

"Wahuang is a bit unreasonable. As an ancient practitioner who grew up in contact with meteorites, he actually killed the experimenter? Could it be that we guessed wrong and there are no experimenters at all?"

The Palace Master pursed his lips, thought for a moment, shook his head and said:

"Things are definitely not that simple. The content of the two paintings is short and cannot record much information. It is too early to make a conclusion."

After finishing speaking, the two fell into silence, did not speak any more, slowly digested the shocking information, and then looked at the last bronze plate.

The content described above is relatively simple, and there are two pictures in total:

One: a giant

On the big bronze tree, there are ten small suns perched. They are suspended on the ten thick branches, like the suns hanging on the treetops.

Two: When they leave the treetops, they become ten three-legged golden crows.

"In ancient times, there were three-legged golden crows that inhabited hibiscus trees." Palace Master Zhisha took a few glances, "Another myth and legend has been verified."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Xiao Mianshou beside him, and saw him staring blankly at the first painting with his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"The sun on the treetop looks familiar, I've seen it..." Zhang Yuanqing said in an uncertain tone, "The little sun used by the devil to check and balance the fallen Holy Grail is very similar to them."

Of course, just looking alike, you can't be sure if the two are the same.

After all, it is just a carving and painting, without a real atmosphere.

The beautiful eyes under the mask of the master of the killing palace turned, and he put his fingers against his lips, thinking, "The Emperor Wa cultivated this bronze sacred tree, it seems to be for the ten Golden Crows to live in. To be valued so much by the Emperor Wa, the level of the Golden Crow must be Extremely high, I think it’s the little sun you mentioned.”

"Emperor Wa is not easy, he collected so many terrible items." Zhang Yuanqing said with emotion.

Flying alone in the sky, solved the disaster of extermination level, controlled the supreme thing of the two major professions of musician and bachelor, and raised the ten-day crow in the blessed land.

No wonder it is said that Emperor Wa is the only person confirmed to exist in mythology.

In addition, the devil said that the little sun is the highest level of the night tour god's profession, and the little sun is the golden crow. According to this meaning, gathering all the ten sun crows is equivalent to controlling the "sun" in the bright compass?

When Zhang Yuanqing was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a happy "ah" from the master of the palace, "The bronze sacred tree is the place where the golden crow lives. It has been roasted by the divine power of the sun for many years, and must have absorbed their power. A gift for you."

After all, he rushed out of the tree hole with his skirt in hand.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't know what she was going to do, so he followed her and ran out of the cave together.

When he came outside the cave, he saw the owner of the Palace of Killing go away against the wind, her skirt and hair flying, like Chang'e flying to the moon, and flew to the bottom branch.

Zhang Yuanqing imitated the chairman and snapped his fingers: "Xingdun."

Turning into a dreamlike starlight, she came to the palace lord and said, "What are you going to do?"

Even if the trunk of the Bronze Sacred Tree was roasted by the Golden Crow and turned into a material containing the divine power of the sun, they still couldn't move this giant tree.

The last time Zhang Yuanqing explored Gao Tianyuan with the senior management of the Qianhe Group, Zhang Yuanqing tried the hardness of the bronze tree and it was indestructible.

He also didn't think that the sacred tree refined by Emperor Wa to provide a habitat for the Golden Crow could be destroyed by the Juggernaut. If the Juggernaut could do it, the Ten Riwu, which symbolized the power of the sun, would have burned the sacred tree long ago.

In a sense, this sacred tree is definitely a treasure, but they cannot collect and use it at this stage.

"I can make it come out." The Mistress of the Palace of Killing said with a playful smile.

What?

Zhang Yuanqing was full of question marks.

The Palace Master didn't explain, and stretched out his hand to explode the red thread, spreading densely on the tree trunk, like a red carpet with no end in sight.

The Lord of the Killing Palace said:

"Procreation is the core skill of Siming. As long as I want to, I can make everything in the world pregnant, and then use the childcare skills to let 'children, give birth smoothly.'"

"The child will take away part of the mother's strength and make the other party lose rank. You have encountered the Holy Infant in the sea of ​​cliff mountains, so you should have a deep understanding."

"I have experienced it deeply, and I never want to experience it again." Zhang Yuanqing recalled the scene of that day, still feeling lingering fear, and his lower abdomen twitched.

She said "hmm": "I will let the bronze tree give birth to the divine power of the sun."

While speaking, Zhang Yuanqing felt the tree under his feet swell, just like his rapidly bulging belly.

Immediately afterwards, the "red carpet" covered with tree trunks swelled, green smoke burst out, a fist-sized golden flame burned through the red carpet, slowly emerged, and hung in the air.

The surrounding temperature rose rapidly, the air was burned and distorted, and waves of suffocating heat rushed over

face to face.

Zhang Yuanqing felt his face start to burn, and his eyebrows and hair quickly scorched.

The master of the killing palace quickly took out the demon refining pot, opened the lid, and put the golden flames in it.

Then, she impregnated and gave birth to ten branches in the same way, squeezed out the divine power of the sun contained in the tree, and put them into the demon refining pot one by one.

"These divine powers of the sun are top-quality materials. You can flattery offer them to Mistress Sandaoshan, or ask her to refine them into props for you. The only problem is that their aura is too overbearing, and they cannot be preserved in nature for a long time. Ordinary props It can't be contained, so it can only be collected in the demon refining pot." The master of the Zhisha palace wrapped the red thread around the demon refining pot, carried it on his back, and said with a smile:

"I'll keep it for you first."

Why do I have the sadness of a middle-aged man who has made money and is kept by his wife... Zhang Yuanqing murmured to himself.

What she said was so reasonable that it was impossible to refute it.

I have harvested the real source of life liquid, a stand-in clay figurine, and the power of ten suns, and I have made a lot of money. When I need to use these things, I can ask her to get them... Zhang Yuanqing thought so, and then happy up.

Next, Zhang Yuanqing returned to the bronze tree hole and took away six bronze plates with Little Red Riding Hood.

Fu Qingyang was still waiting for news from him. Although he didn't say anything, Zhang Yuanqing could see that the boss was full of curiosity and desire to explore Gao Tianyuan.

The information on the bronze plate was enough to shock Mr. Qian.

"Let's go!"

He couldn't wait to go back home.

 …

Soup saves flowers.

Xiahou Aotian bid farewell to Brother Red Chicken with a stomach full of chicken soup and porridge, and took a taxi to the old city.

According to the route given by Brother Red Chicken, he shuttled through the cobweb-like alleys, gradually away from the shops, and came to a secluded alley.

Going deep into the alley, walking tens of meters forward, I saw a small shop with the "Wanbao House" archway hanging on it.

Xiahou Aotian squinted his eyes, his vision penetrated the illusion, and he saw the scene inside the shop.

—The illusion at the entrance of the shop is only in the extraordinary stage.

When there is a huge difference in levels, even he who doesn't know illusion can still see through the illusion with the naked eye.

"It's here."

Xiahou Aotian took out a human skin mask as thin as a cicada's wings, and gently covered his face. The loose human skin touched his face, and quickly tightened, distorting his facial contours.

Finally turned into a mediocre face.

Red Rooster.

"The ordinary red chicken brother will not attract attention wherever he goes, he is a natural supporting role." He touched his face in satisfaction, and was about to enter the house when he suddenly thought that the red chicken brother had also entered Qinfeng Academy.

So he quickly touched the skin of his face and changed his face again.

This time it was Xiahou Tianwen who died a few months ago.

Dead people are safest.

Xiahou Aotian was about to enter the store~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and felt that although Xiahou Tianwen was a dead person, he was a member of Xiahou's family after all.

So he rubbed his face fiercely again, changing his appearance.

But when he rubbed it, he was stunned, who was he disguised as?

He doesn't seem to have many friends.

I usually don't think there is anything, but when you need to disguise yourself as a person with familiar facial features, you find that you can't think of a few familiar people at all.

Yuanshi Tianzun has frequently brushed his face in front of him recently, but as a member of the spoils sharing team, he must not use his face, and the same goes for the other three.

Just as Xiahou Aotian was thinking hard, a lazy female voice came from the shop:

"Friends outside, don't play monkey games, come in."

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Ps: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.