Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 287: Wenhui Land
"You Jieya said, you are more difficult to deal with."
"I don't believe it, so I did it myself."
"Now I find that it is really difficult for you to deal with... But this is also normal. Some common pastures will always have a few thorns, which is very difficult and difficult to deal with."
"But we are gods, we are gods aloft, we are the gods who defeated your ancestors and destroyed your civilization."
"God, is there anything I can't do? Of course, it doesn't exist."
"You may think that you have got rid of the shackles that our ancestors gave you. You have broken through the heavenly locks, condensed the life pool, gave birth to the gods, and became the gods who can sit on an equal footing with us...?"
"It does not exist."
"With a single blow, I can knock you down into the abyss again."
"Feel your body and soul... Oh, no, it's the changes in your body and divine fetus. Feel the endless despair that I give you. Your strength, your cultivation base, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha Haha."
"Either, become a slave to our Ice Spirit Protoss...or, just be assimilated into ice cubes. This must be very interesting. There are a few interesting ice sculptures in my palace, especially you, who are chubby. Woman."
"Among my treasured ice sculptures, there are many young and beautiful girls, but you are the only one who lacks a very distinctive woman. When you become an ice sculpture, if I use it to trade with other people, I will surely sell it. A good price."
"Those young and beautiful ice sculptures... are almost exhausted."
The arrogant laughter came from the cold wind, and You Cang's figure quickly disappeared.
"I will look at you, stare at you, I will appreciate your despair and anger... Eventually, I will come back to harvest my spoils."
"Whether you choose to become a slave or an ice sculpture, it will ultimately be my trophy."
You Cang's laughter gradually faded away, and he laughed in a low voice: "In order to deal with you, it is worth it to consume the power to pray for the main artifact. Your harm is too big, too big...you Jieya If you lose, you won’t be wronged."
The chill disappeared, and the laughter disappeared.
Wu Tie moved his arms and legs, the chill from the bone marrow had disappeared, and everything seemed to be back to normal in his body.
He looked at the sun, the month, and the witch in a puzzled way.
Lao Tie’s head came out to the tower, and black divine light swept across his body. He said in a deep voice, “I’m nothing strange. This body of Lao Zi is transformed by a divine tool into the tower, not pure flesh and blood. ."
Old Tie waved his right hand and pressed forward.
‘Om’!
The black divine light flickered, and the void shook slightly. On the rock wall a few miles away, a large handprint sank hundreds of meters deep into the rock wall. A thin spring water spouted out of the imprint, and the handprint was soon filled with clear water. .
"My strength, nothing has changed." Old Tie checked his body.
Wu Tie nodded, he closed his eyes, and his soul waved across his body little by little.
Then, he found that in his body, very thin cold rays were entwined with each other, like small double helix snakes, quickly shuttled between the cells.
These extremely thin cold lights blended together, Wu Tie's soul fluctuations just touched them, and violent cold air burst out of his body. Amidst the whistling sound, an extremely long and thick double spiral light stream hit Wu Tie's eyebrows. .
Dark blue, a double spiral cold light dragon with white ice crystals on the edge appeared outside Wutie's life pond.
The streamer hovered and danced rapidly around the life pond, and little ice crystals quickly encircled the Wutie life pond.
Wu Tie frowned, his right hand was a little bit, and he wanted to use the simplest flame technique.
An ignition light flickered at the fingertips, and then a cold breath burst out, and the flame technique disappeared without a trace.
Wu Tie was taken aback, he opened his mouth, wanting to spit out a hurricane.
This is one of the small supernatural powers flying sand and walking stones. It can breathe high winds, roll up yellow sand, and fascinate the eyes of the enemy. It is not a powerful spell. It can be used by low-level monks in the Primordial Era when they are walking in the rivers and lakes. Come to scare ordinary people.
There was a breath that was not too big or too small, and then a cloud of cold air spewed out, and the little magical powers of Flying Sand and Rock were not able to be displayed.
Wu Tie was shocked.
He hurriedly performed dozens of magical secret arts, and whenever he reached the most critical place, the magical secret arts were interrupted by a cold air, and no magical secret arts could be successfully displayed.
There was a moment of silence, Wu Tie rubbed his hands and put it forward.
A dull cold light flashed by, and there was a muffled sound. The cold light fell on the rock wall a few miles away, and countless ice flakes exploded, freezing the rock wall with a thick layer.
"All magical powers have been sealed, and only cold spells can be used." Wu Tie frowned.
The day-by-day eyes on the side loomed, and he continuously performed dozens of different magical secret arts. Finally, a mouth was opened, and a cold light burst out.
"Yes, the poor monk's "Non-Tian Shen Bian Sutra" can display the magical powers of the incarnations of the heavens... and only the magical powers of the ice-attribute gods and demons can be displayed." Zhiri's face was also ugly.
"Not only that, this chilly yoke is still assimilating the poor monk's life pool and divine womb." Daily coldly said: "This is forcing the poor monk to follow the path of this chilly yoke, or as the fellow said , The poor monk forcibly resisted and finally turned into an ice sculpture?"
A few ice gods and demons can also display their natal magic powers day by day.
Monthly, he waved his sword on the side for a while, but he couldn't even let out the blade.
Different from the day by day, the day-by-day "Non-Tianjin Bianjing" is extremely tolerant, and its power is extremely mixed. After being sealed by the shackles, there are several magical powers to choose from. He intensively cultivated a Zen light and a sword technique month by month. The practice was pure and pure, and after being sealed by the shackles, it was completely abolished.
"Go to Sanlian City." Wu Tie's face fell gloomy: "Go to Sanlian City for a while, so I think about countermeasures."
Three cities.
When Wu Tie and several people were a little embarrassed and led the team to withdraw, Master Gray was floating beside the huge pyramid in a daze, staring wide-eyed, looking at the three huge pyramids in front of them.
Wu Tie flapped his wings and flew towards Master Hui.
"Master, have you come out of Sanlian Realm?" Wu Tie curiously looked at a small black cloud at Master Gray's feet: "You, have you practiced?"
Master Grey's gray hair has become a little black, and his pair of eyes are even more pitch-black, with no reflections at all. Not only that, his figure has become shorter, his head has become narrower, and when he grinned, the fangs in his mouth are sharper and thinner, giving people a very different feeling from before.
The former Grey Master was a kind, indisputable, and literary scholar.
At this moment, Master Gray, although his breath is still weak, he feels inexplicably dangerous.
"Come out." Master Gray said lightly: "Makingly, I mean, the first generation ancestor of Sanlian City, the Great Peacock King, the impression of opening the sky was sent out like this... but I don't think so much. Understand."
I laughed at myself, and Master Gray said calmly: "I, after all, my blood is still weaker, I don't have such a strong talent, and I don't have too strong background. Now, I'm very satisfied with these benefits."
Pointing to the black cloud under his feet, Master Gray smiled at Wu Tie: "Yin Fengguiyun, it is good to use it to escape. Of course, this is not my real gain."
"Huh?" Wu Tie looked at Master Gray curiously.
Master Grey raised his head and looked at the three huge pyramids in front of him. He murmured: "The Sanlian Realm is a place of inheritance. No matter who enters, as long as it is not an enemy, as long as he can walk to the Great Peacock Palace In front of you, you can get the impression of Kaitian."
"This is the task and responsibility of the Great Peacock King."
"But Sanlian City, what do you think is it used for?"
The Grey Master asked Wu Tie.
Wu Tie was dumbfounded, and replied: "A place of refuge? A place for future generations to reproduce blood?"
"No, it's not just that." Master Gray said solemnly: "The Great Peacock Royal Family, the Twelve Realm Family, they are... the Scripture Protectors. The purpose of Sanlian City is not to fight, but to kill. ......The place of Wenhui."
"The land of Wenhui?" Wu Tie looked at Master Grey in amazement.
He saw that the Devil King opened Sanlian City's ban, and then the lethality erupted from Sanlian City was extremely shocking.
'Wen Hui','Wen Hui'... Wu Tie could not see that there is anything related to'Wen' in these three cities.
"If a very prosperous civilization finds itself facing extinction." Master Hui said solemnly: "Aside all other internal and external disputes, what do you think this civilization will do?"
Wu Tie was silent for a while.
Looking at the three pyramids in front of him, Wu Tie murmured: "Dig deep holes, accumulate food, preserve vitality, and wait for an opportunity to counterattack?"
"The disaster of extinction is the calamity of extinction." Master Gray smiled slightly: "All holes may be destroyed, all grains may be burned, and all soldiers will die in battle. How to wait for an opportunity to counterattack?"
Wu Tie was silent again.
Day after day and month after month, the old iron carrying the witch, and a group of people flew over.
Wu Tie slowly said: "Can we not cultivate to become stronger?"
Master Grey grinned, and he pointed to the direction of Sanlian City’s exit: "Cultivation, become stronger. Those bandits like the golden undead? Like the evil creatures of the Longevity Sect? Like the dark guild. A group of wicked people who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic?"
"Cultivation can make people stronger... and it's just becoming stronger." Master Gray said in a deep voice: "Forgetting the ancestors, forgetting the roots, forgetting the origin of blood, forgetting the cause and effect, it is nothing more than becoming stronger like this It is a group of powerful walking dead."
Wu Tie was silent again.
He remembered the light spots that he had seen in Sanlianjie chasing and killing Pangu and Chaos.
The kind of hatred and killing intent that originated from the depths of the bloodline. When Wu Tie thought of the strong hostility that emerged from the depths of the bloodline, he couldn't help trembling, and his hairs stood up.
"Heart, morality, the cognition cultivated through the inheritance of blood from generation to generation for countless years. Knowing what is right, what is wrong, why this is right, why this is wrong. This is the peak of the past. Prosperous civilization, the most core thing."
Master Grey sighed softly: "Otherwise, you are the same human beings, you Wutie, and the evil things of the Longevity Sect, you cultivate in the same way, do you have any similarities? Don't you think you and the Longevity Sect Are those evil things actually two different species?"
Wu Tie was silent, and he thought of many, many things in his mind.
"When a civilization is facing the disaster of extinction, how to ensure that after countless years, the flower of civilization can regenerate and bloom in the ruins, without becoming crooked?" Master Grey pointed to the three pyramids.
"The inheritance of the Great Peacock of the Three Links Realm is a master key that can open the bloodline and awaken the most primitive memory of the bloodline."
"The original memory can make the heirs understand hatred."
"And the really important foundation of a civilization is here."
The Grey Master murmured: "These unscrupulous descendants of Sanlian City, they only remembered the method of opening the city defense prohibition, but they even forgot the meaning of Sanlian City's true existence." /
With a sigh, Master Grey patted his hands forward.
His breath is still weak, and the mana in his body is only so small. A faint ink scent flashed across his palm, and two small handprints patted the bronze pyramid.
The bronze pyramid shook slightly.
The silver pyramid shook slightly.
The golden pyramid shook violently.
Then from the tip of the golden pyramid, black clouds with a strong ink aroma spewed out, rolling down the smooth surface of the pyramid.
At the very top of the golden pyramid, several ancient and clumsy words appeared.
Subsequently, each piece has a different charm, simple and complex brushwork, but all the words that exude a strong and timeless atmosphere appear densely on the surface of the pyramid.
Oracle bone inscriptions, Zhong Dingwen, flower, bird, insect, fish seal, big seal, small seal, official script, Song Ti...
The handwriting of various colors is stroked by stroke. Although the handwriting is small, no matter how far away, these words seem to be able to hit your eyes at any time and blend into your heart and soul.
Afterwards, a soft chant came from the pyramid.
"Book of Songs"..."Yuefu"..."Book of Changes"...
"Three Character Classics"......"Hundred Family Surnames"......"Thousand Characters Wen"......
There are poems...ci...Sanqu...fiction collection...
The soft chanting sound was the voice of one person at first, then ten people, one hundred people, one thousand people, ten thousand people...
Religious, enthusiastic, full of fearlessness and grandeur that can be deadly in the morning and evening.
Wu Tie opened his mouth wide.
Old Tie opened his mouth wide.
Day by day and month by month, I stared at the three pyramids with countless small writings on their surfaces.
The black clouds are rolling, and the ink is overflowing~IndoMTL.com~ The whole Sanlian city is full of reading books for tens of thousands of miles.
In the thick fragrance of ink, the ordinary people of Sanlian City, as well as the brigade who had just migrated in, fell asleep. In their dreams, some people are reading, some are teaching, some are teaching truth, some are enlightened...
"The descendants of later generations are not shameful, what do they regard such a place of literacy?"
"A safe place to shelter from the wind and rain? It's so...so they all deserve to die." Master Gray sighed softly, "Wu Tie, no matter how powerful a monk, his backbone may be interrupted."
"There are only these seemingly useless words, and the bones they form are constantly beating."
"No matter how powerful a monk is, he has only one backbone."
"Countless determined people, their spine combined, can bear more pressure than the spine of a powerful monk."
"This is the meaning of the existence of Sanlian City. This is the meaning of the existence of the Great Peacock and the Twelve Families."