After a while, there was a door to the world in the Dongyuan Sword Gourd. Zhang Qian could open it with just a thought. No matter where he was, he could instantly return to the west of Mount Buzhou.
Holding the Dongyuan Sword Gourd in his palm, he thought to himself: "This gourd can record countless spatial coordinate marks and open doors to worlds. With this treasure in hand, no matter how vast the prehistoric world is, I can travel back and forth."
The prehistoric world is so vast that it can often be measured in light-years. It is far beyond the comparison of all the heavens and worlds. The mountains that are thousands of feet high in the world are considered sacred mountains.
But in the prehistoric world, there are huge mountains that are tens of thousands of feet high, not even small mounds. As for the fairy mountains that are hundreds of thousands of feet high, millions of feet high, or even tens of millions of feet high, there are countless.
Looking up at the western land, you can clearly see the difference. If the north of Buzhou Mountain is a primitive and terrifying endless jungle, then the western land is a land with sparse vegetation. Although it is not a desert, it is not close. Not much.
Moreover, the aura of the western land is also extremely thin.
"Is this the consequence of Luohu's self-destruction? He has become so barren, and is only a little stronger than the heavens and worlds. It is far from possible to fully recover."
Narrowing his eyes, Zhang Qian couldn't help but think of the horrific scene where Luo Hu blew himself up.
The lake he transformed into when he was still an ancient dragon loach has long since disappeared, and was razed to the ground by Luo Hu's self-destruction power.
He had no intention of returning to his hometown. After looking at the slightly barren land in the west for a while, he turned around and flew to the other side.
There is no Supreme Heavenly Dao around the Buzhou Mountain Realm, and there is no indistinct Heavenly Dao suppression here. Zhang Qian can easily sense the laws of the Great Dao, which is not much different from when he was in the heavens and worlds.
Not only that, he found that by applying the law here, the magical power was much stronger than in other places, as if a kind of shackles had been opened.
He hid in the residual jade and flew around the huge Buzhou Mountain.
But they dare not go deep into the depths of Buzhou Mountain. The depths of Buzhou Mountain are full of terrifying Pangu pressure. This pressure is directed at the true spirit of living beings. There is no indestructible will or unfathomable cultivation. Once you enter it, you will immediately The true spirit will be shattered by Pangu's pressure.
When the sun star in the ancient sky shifted a little to the west again, he finally returned to the place where the Witch Clan was.
Looking at the Pangu Temple in the distance, Zhang Qian did not act rashly. The origin of the Pangu Temple was extremely mysterious, and maybe traces of the residual jade could be found.
He came here to steal the true blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, not to fight against the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
After waiting patiently for a long time, I didn't see any ancestral witches. There were quite a few great witches patrolling around the Pangu Temple. They were all so powerful that they could annihilate the Great Luo Jinxian.
At first glance, they are the direct bloodline of the twelve ancestral witches, and they all possess various magical powers.
"No wait! Even if the Twelve Ancestral Witches discover the existence of Canyu, there should be nothing they can do to stop it!"
With a thought in his heart, Zhang Qian decided to take action.
The residual jade flew towards the Pangu Temple silently, invisible, and soon arrived in front of the temple. This temple did not look like it was built by man at all, it was completely natural, like a palace-like treasure.
There is not even a single gap in the whole body, the towering temple door is tightly closed, and there are looming original dao patterns flickering up and down the entire temple.
These Dao Marks exude the terrifying Pangu aura. What is strange is that these Dao Marks are constantly absorbing the Pangu aura from the Buzhou Sacred Mountain next to it.
This kind of absorption is non-stop, as if the entire Buzhou Sacred Mountain is supporting the Pangu Temple.
Zhang Qian's eyes flashed, and he had a vague guess in his heart, "Did the Twelve Ancestral Witches use their true blood to create the witch clan with the help of the power of the Buzhou Sacred Mountain? The ubiquitous Pangu aura in the Buzhou Sacred Mountain?" "
With the physical realm of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, it is not difficult to transform a human being with a drop of blood, but each of the witch clans they created is extremely extraordinary, especially the great witches, each of them has different abilities.
Obviously, it is impossible to achieve this with the true blood of the ancestral witch alone, and the breath of Pangu becomes the key.
With curiosity in his heart, Canyu passed through the temple door silently. The looming original pattern on the temple did not react at all, which made Zhang Qian breathe a sigh of relief.
After a while, the temple door was penetrated by residual jade and entered the interior of the temple.
Suddenly, an endless stream of innate chaotic energy appeared in front of Zhang Qian's eyes. The interior of the temple seemed to be a world of innate chaos. The last time Qian Yi came in, Zhang Qian knew the scene inside the temple with just a trace of his mind. He had no interest in observing. , directly following the route in memory, heading towards the deep pool of blood of creation.
The endless innate chaotic energy around him made Zhang Qian feel as if he had re-entered the chaos outside the world. However, the innate chaotic energy in the temple was filled with Pangu's pressure. If it weren't for the protection of Can Yu, his true spirit would be gone. You have to be frightened by this terrifying coercion.
"This Pangu Temple is integrated, as if it were made in heaven. It should be a treasure. I don't know what kind of treasure it is. Looking at it, maybe only the Twelve Ancestral Witches know the secret of this temple, huh? Could it be? explain!"
At this moment, his mind changed and he suddenly came up with an incredible guess, "Could it be said that this Pangu Temple was transformed from Pangu's skull? It is really possible that the Buzhou Mountain next to it was transformed from Pangu's backbone, and Above the spine is the head. Pangu's eyes turned into the sun and the moon, and his hair turned into countless stars. The skull should not be missing. It is very likely that his skull fell here and turned into this Pangu Temple!"
Thinking of this, Zhang Qian suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment. Although he didn't know whether this guess was correct, it should be close to ten.
"Pangu Temple should be the biggest trump card of the Wu Clan. If this temple is really transformed from Pangu's head, then no one in the prehistoric world can break this temple. The defense of this temple should be greater than the Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda of Heaven and Earth. Be tough!"
With this temple in hand, it can be said that the Wu clan will never be wiped out. No matter how tragic the disaster is, as long as the temple remains, the Wu clan can maintain its foundation.
Maybe this is also the trump card that Pangu left to the Wu clan.
"Are we here yet?"
After an unknown amount of time, bursts of rich energy and blood power were faintly transmitted from the misty chaotic energy in front of them. This energy and blood power was extremely condensed, and a kind of divine evil energy permeated the air.
Whoosh!
Can Yu moved and finally passed through all the fog. The front suddenly became clear, and a huge blood pool appeared there.
The blood pool stretches as far as the eye can see, like a huge lake. The bottomless crimson lake water is rolling endlessly. There are countless blood cocoons standing in the rolling lake water.
At first glance, these blood cocoons look like eggs that have not yet hatched, and they are constantly making heartbeats. The sound is so loud that it is deafening.
There are countless blood cocoons, some big and small, the big ones are as high as a thousand feet, and the small ones are only about ten feet high. The bigger the blood cocoon, the more terrifying the heartbeat sounds, like thunder.
With a quick glance, Zhang Qian saw a square stone platform on the shore of the huge blood-colored lake, and puffs of energy and blood smoke were rising from the stone platform.