Wanderer of Myriad Worlds Chapter 415: Altar

Mysterious, quaint, mysterious, but a bit stiff, rigid, and lifeless.

However, on the ancient altar, densely engraved with many runes.

Although Fang Qingshan does not understand the meaning of these runes, he knows what this represents.

Puppet!

Yes, these runes are refining puppets.

Although Fang Qingshan has not practiced a similar method of divine passage, he has also seen similar things.

Sure enough, looking at the center of the altar, there are also little people like Wu Gu.

Seeing this scene, Fang Qingshan still has no idea what these things are.

It is said that in ancient times, in order to cut off the world tree, the Protoss invaded the Xuanhuang world.

At that time, the world of Xuanhuang was the first in the world of 3,000, and it was not much worse than Immortal Realm.

Which Hongmeng Taoist, three human emperors, what Panwu Immortal Venerable and so on.

Facing the protoss attack, it is natural to fight back.

Panwu Immortal Venerable, one of the Nine Ancients of the Ancients , Refining all of their bodies into puppets, named the **** of waste.

The most powerful of these puppets is the king of the desolate **** in the middle of the altar, which is comparable to the realm of the realm.

Know that nowadays, the master of the first school of Xuanhuang Datai, Taiyi, is a realm of kings.

And beside the King of the Waste God, there are eighty puppets that are slightly smaller. These puppets, although not as good as the King of the Waste God, are at least the level of the giants of the ages.

Fang Qingshan originally thought that these **** god puppets were in the **** god temple, but did not expect to appear here, but it was unexpected joy.

In fact, the desolate gods are indeed in the desolate temple. What is manifested on this altar is only the fate of the desolate gods and monsters branded by Pan Wu Xianzun through puppetry.

However, as long as you have control of this altar and control these puppets, you can control the King of Desolation and those gods and beasts!

You can even summon them directly from the void, just like the summoning technique.

But now it is impossible.

After all, this is not an eternal world, but a world of gods, which is too far away.

"Alas, what a pity!"

After looking at the altar, Fang Qingshan sighed with regret.

It’s not that these puppets are too bad, but they are not so helpful to yourself compared to the first two layers of treasure.

Although the puppet of the desolate **** is also very good, the king of the desolate **** is the cultivation of the realm of the realm king.

But for the opponent Qingshan, it is not very useful.

Don’t see him, does he rarely use the Devil Emperor?

If something is too dangerous, I’m afraid he won’t even summon it.

For Qingshan, the other party, spiritual practice is not enjoyment. Many things can only be engraved and accumulated if you have experienced it yourself.

Therefore, these puppets are quite tasteless for Qingshan, and they are not as good as Luoshuibei and others.

Although they are not very useful, they can at least provide self-will and help them practice magic.

But think about it, the King of Desolation seems to have regained his wisdom, and there are mythical beasts such as Xuankui, Wumeng, etc., and Fang Qingshan was relieved again.

Anyway, no matter what Fang Qingshan thinks, the third level is a puppet.

Fortunately, the puppet technique is also one of the Three Thousand Avenues. If you learn it, you can also let yourself be bypassed and increase the content.

As soon as the mana was urged, the puppet runes on the altar flowed, a stream of runes mixed with its mana, and the mysterious ideas contained in those runes entered his mind .

Fang Qingshan didn't realize it immediately. After refining the altar and getting the puppet technique, he left it behind, and when he was free, he slowly combed it.

Following the altar, Fang Qingshan walked towards the fourth floor.

"Heaven’s will and heart, respect me, chaos banned, open!"

Fang Qingshan gave a whisper, a little further away.

The chaotic crystal wall in front of the fourth floor of the treasure house is like a gate, separated on both sides, and Fang Qingshan stepped in.

"This is?"

Just stepped into the fourth floor, the first thing that came into sight was the dense crowd. Hundreds of thousands of people, in a trance, did not seem to have come to the treasure house, but came to a small town and scared Fang Qingshan. .

Fortunately, he sensed that these people are not people, but spirits,

Yes, these hundreds of thousands of creatures are not humans, but the instruments of Taoism.

Hundreds of thousands of artifacts!

Because Fang Qingshan is used to the world, he can't help breathing.

Even if it’s all inferior, it’s amazing.

Not to mention the Taoism here, not only the inferior Taoism, but also the middle grade and the top grade. Although there are no excellent Taoism, some of them are inherited from the ancients, compared to the great chaos in Fang Qingshan’s original hands. Lei Jian, Chunyang Flying Sword, and Fang Han's Seven Killing Sword did not fall.

"How many years? Ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years? Finally someone came in."

"This person should have obtained the Taoism of Panwu Tianzun~IndoMTL.com~ got the key of the desolate god."

"It seems that he wants to conquer us."

"Hum, every day Maotou who wants to conquer us is simply a delusion."

"Kill, kill him, we will be free, kill him, we can go to the legendary treasure world!"

The magic weapon is very good, but when the magic weapon has the spirit, it is prone to accidents.

Therefore, the magic weapon used by Fang Qingshan is that there are no weapons.

These spirits don’t know whether it was the test left by Panwu Xianzun, or because they did not suppress Xianzun, they actually wanted to rebel.

When Fang Qingshan came in earlier, these people were discussing something like opening a council. When they saw Fang Qingshan, they had to start directly.

But there are countless sounds, and the torrents of countless magic weapons are rolling towards Fang Qingshan.

Jin Ge iron horse, like a tiger.

Baoguang soars into the sky, the anger is like a cloud, and the murderousness is like substance.

If Fang Qingshan can't stop it, I'm afraid it will be crushed into **** by these weapons immediately.

"It's a pity, a pity!"

Seeing this scene, Fang Qingshan could not help but shook his head.

Although he is only in the realm of heaven, nowadays, when the Hunyuan Taoist is at its heyday, he does not say that he can suppress it, but he can also fight in court.

Furthermore, although these Taoist weapons attacking Fang Qingshan, like the rainbow, it seems that the Milky Way fell for nine days, but they are basically inferior Taoist instruments, and there are few middle-quality Taoists.

How can such an attack get him.

"Get up!"

Seeing the torrent of Taoism swept through, I saw Fang Qingshan urging Tai Yi Wu Yan Luo.

Dao Dao's colorful smoke clouds rise up into the sky, and a colorful sky dome evolves, isolating this space and protecting Fang Qingshan in it.