There are many gourds in the world, but there are only three most famous ones. .The fastest update
Lao Tzu's Purple Gold Gourd, Taoist Lu Ya's Immortal Killing Flying Knife, Ancestor Hongyun's Nine-Nine Red Clouds Spelling Soul Gourd.
Wu Ming's current incarnation is Patriarch Hongyun, plus I am here, and there are rumors that Taoist Lu Ya is the Prince of Yaoting, it really matches the myth.
"Three gourds. We happen to have people from three parties here, so let's use our methods to choose one of them." When Wu Ming said this, I took the lead.
Among the three gourds, the one I like most is the purple-gold gourd that is half as tall as a man.
With a move of his right hand, the Purple Gold Gourd flew over, circled around me twice, and merged into the soul with a whoosh.
"It's a good gourd. It's most useful for nourishing elixirs. Good, good, good." He closed his eyes and felt it. I nodded in praise and looked very satisfied.
Donghuang Taiyi took a step forward and made a move, attracting the golden gourd.
This golden gourd is small and exquisite, only about the size of a palm, and has a very strong killing aura.
Reaching out and caressing the gourd twice, Donghuang Taiyi smiled slightly and said to Di Jun: "The five elements of this gourd are gold, which is very consistent with the sun, gold and fire. It can be used as a flying knife to kill immortals."
The purple gold gourd is now available, as is the Immortal-killing Flying Knife, and only the flaming red gourd is left on the gourd vine.
Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi looked at each other. Zhen Yuanzi looked happy and said, "You don't have an innate magic weapon with you yet, so you have shortcomings in offense and defense. This flaming red gourd came in time, and it is simply tailor-made for you."
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Facing the temptation of the innate magic weapon, Zhen Yuanzi was not moved at all, and only had blessings in his eyes.
Wu Ming nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand and pointed at the fiery red gourd, and the gourd naturally fell off the vine and landed firmly in his hand.
"My name is Hongyun. This gourd belongs to me, so let's call it the Nine-Nine Red Clouds Sanpo Gourd." After Wu Ming said this, the red gourd flashed with brilliance, and nine more clouds appeared on it.
At the same time, a piece of information came from the gourd. There are billions of gourd seeds in this red gourd, which can be turned into billions of gourd sand, specially designed to attack the body and soul.
If you are hit by these gourd sands, your body will be destroyed and your soul will be scattered, no matter how powerful your supernatural power is.
Of course, if you can't hit anyone, then there's nothing to say. It's a shortcoming of this magic weapon.
"Brother, we seem to be late"
Along with the words, two more golden lights fell and transformed into the Fuxi brother and sister.
Nuwa looked up at the gourd vine. When she found that there was nothing on the gourd vine, her eyes were full of frustration: "Brother, all the good things have been taken away, and nothing is left.
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"Forget it if it's not there, let's look elsewhere." Fuxi said a few words of comfort, but he underestimated his sister's willfulness.
At this time, Nuwa was not the dignified and luxurious saint empress she would be in the future. She was so weird that it gave people a headache.
Hearing her brother Fuxi's consolation, Nuwa had a wicked smile on her face, went directly to the gourd vine, pulled out the whole gourd vine, and threatened: "Everyone is here to eat meat.
We must have some soup anyway. I think this gourd vine is very good. I just took it back for decoration, so I didn’t come back empty-handed."
Wu Ming and the other three divided the gourd among themselves, and Nuwa carried away the gourd vines, and Yan Guo could only pluck the feathers.
With this harvest, Wu Ming and others became more interested in treasure hunting and dispersed one after another.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years passed by like a white horse and slipped away unknowingly.
In the past hundred years, Wu Ming found another palace-type magic weapon, named Huoyun Palace, which was regarded as the foundation for settling down and settling down.
Zhen Yuanzi was even luckier than him. He found a stone tablet in a mountain stream, which is the famous book from the ground.
As for the others, Wu Ming didn't know what gains he had made, but considering his and Zhen Yuanzi's gains, he thought the others would be similar.
Treasures will eventually be exhausted, and heaven and earth will come back again and again.
In the following hundreds of years, Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi harvested nothing more, and their thoughts on treasure hunting slowly faded away, knowing that it was time to leave.
In ancient times, years were never counted. After leaving Mount Buzhou, Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi lived in seclusion and worked hard all day long.
I don’t know how many years have passed, but news suddenly came from the outside world that an innate creature was killed by the Dragon and Phoenix clans.
Zhen Yuanzi didn't pay much attention to this news. Only Wu Ming, a latecomer, knew that this was a signal that the Dragon and Phoenix clans were about to rise.
At the beginning of the great catastrophe, murderous intent was revealed from the sky, and the great supernatural beings in the world sensed it.
During this period, there was no talk of great catastrophe, but as long as one's cultivation reached a certain level, one could feel the ominous atmosphere of the outside world.
As a result, many powerful people retreated into seclusion to practice in order to avoid the catastrophe.
Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi are no exception. The Dragon and Phoenix clans have nothing to do with them, and they have no intention of going into troubled waters. As for who is the protagonist of heaven and earth, what difference does it make.
In a blink of an eye, I don't know how many yuan it was, but it slipped away quietly.
In the outside world, dragons and phoenixes are already competing for hegemony, and the world is divided into two parts. They are fighting endlessly for the position of world hegemony.
The place where Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi are located has become a refuge for many people, and some innate beings with weak cultivation have come here to seek refuge.
Facing the dojo of the two great supernatural beings, the Dragon and Phoenix clans also showed enough respect, that is, if you don't cause trouble for me, I will treat you as if you don't exist.
Just like this, you and I are dawdling around, and time passes very quickly.
When Wu Ming woke up from seclusion, he suddenly found that there were far fewer monks seeking refuge. After asking, he learned that the ancestor dragon had fallen and the Phoenix ancestor was nirvana. The current dragon and Phoenix clans were no longer alive.
"My magical powers are hard to match. I knew that the dragon and phoenix tribes were like grasshoppers after the fall. They couldn't jump long."
Wu Ming said this to Zhen Yuanzi, and Zhen Yuanzi asked in return: "Then tell me, where is the number of days now?"
"In a person, a person with destiny is destined to be extraordinary." Wu Ming said very vaguely, not even daring to mention the name.
This unmentionable name is Hongjun. Wu Ming inquired several times after the opening of the sky, but he has never heard any news about him.
He firmly believed that Hongjun at this period must be ahead of everyone and was about to achieve the status of a saint.
So he couldn't call him by his name, otherwise Hongjun would sense who was talking about him.
"How can there be such a person? I think you are overthinking. Destiny is so illusory, how can it be grasped by others!" Zhen Yuanzi didn't care about Wu Ming's statement, and Wu Ming also smiled and said nothing.
In the blink of an eye, it has been hundreds of millions of years. Although the Dragon and Phoenix clans have not withdrawn from the stage of history, they have lost their former glory.
Among them, the Dragon Clan retreated to the land of the world, and the Feng Clan retreated into the Phoenix Volcano. The world once again returned to the beginning of the world, when there was no order but strength, and Wu Ming was also waiting for Hongjun to appear.
"My name is Hongjun, and I have achieved the status of a saint today. Those who are destined can come to the Zixiao Palace thirty-three days away to listen to the Hunyuan Dao Fruit."
The sky is opened and the shape is transformed, the treasure is hunted in Buzhou Mountain, the dragon and the phoenix compete for hegemony, Hongjun becomes a saint
Unknowingly, the years seem to have gone through a reincarnation, and a great era is about to begin. This era is called the Age of All Saints.
"Hongjun has become a saint. Time flies so fast. I, the Hongyun ancestor, am about to die!" Since Wu Ming came here, he has not thought about the death of the Hongyun ancestor all the time.
When it disappears.
In his previous life, Wu Ming knew that the death of Patriarch Hongyun was because he offended Kunpeng during the dispute over seats.
And when he attended the lecture for the third time, Patriarch Hongjun gave him the opportunity to become a saint, seven rays of Hongmeng Purple Qi.
Ancestor Hongjun gave the first six Hongmeng Purple Qi to the disciples who had futons, and the last one was left to Hongyun who gave up his seat. This was the reason why Hongyun was hated by others and was eventually attacked and killed.
This time, Wu Ming felt that no matter what he said, he could not give up the holy throne. It was best to drag Zhen Yuanzi to sit on it together.
With such a big change, Hong Yun's fate must have changed. After all, the key reason for Hong Yun's death was because he did not become the disciple of Patriarch Hongjun and became a prodigy in the eyes of others.
"Zhenyuan, let's go quickly to Thirty-Three Heavens. After entering the Zixiao Palace, sit down when you see the futon. Don't give it to anyone who asks for it. Remember?" Wu Ming pulled Zhen Yuanzi.
, heading all the way to the Thirty-three Heavens, and warned him earnestly.
Zhen Yuanzi didn't know how serious it was, but out of mutual trust, he nodded and agreed.
Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, saying that the general trend of the world cannot be changed, only small trends can be changed.
The battle for sainthood is not small, and he wants to see how much impact his foresight has on the general trend of the world.
After flying through the clouds and mists for three hundred years, we finally arrived thirty-three days away in the vast chaos.
There are constant storms in the chaos. These winds are similar to the winds on Mount Buzhou, and people with insufficient cultivation will never be able to get through them.
When he arrived at the border of chaos, Wu Ming saw that there were already many people waiting here.
Some of these people Wu Ming can name, some cannot, but they are all people with great supernatural powers in today's era.
Everyone is discussing who the ancestor Hongjun is and what the process of becoming a saint is.
It can be seen that these people are amazed by Ancestor Hongjun's ability to sum up the prehistoric times with his voice, and they are also wary of Ancestor Hongjun's strength.
Under such unclear circumstances, everyone was a little nervous about asking them to go directly to Zixiao Palace, and no one wanted to be the first to eat the crab.
After all, the first person to eat a crab certainly enjoyed a taste that others did not enjoy, but who knows whether the crab was fat or deadly poison?
In this period of prehistoric times, the law of the jungle was followed, and the strong had the right to enjoy everything the weak had.
After such hesitation, many people did not dare to go in directly even though they came early. That's why Wu Ming saw that many monks hesitated.