One thousand seven hundred and sixty-seven chapters Kunlun conferred God (eight)
The founder of the Taisu Immortal Palace sect, Yusu Zhenren, started at the beginning of modern times. He became a Taoist in the prosperous period of the Middle Tang Dynasty. He later moved to the Eastern Song Dynasty and founded the Taisu Immortal Palace in the Taisu Mountains!
Wu Ming knew very little about this man, but he had a deep impression on him. The only reason was that in the limited records of this man, it was said that he seemed to have a grudge with others in the Zhongtang Dynasty and was forced to leave the Zhongtang Dynasty.
Who can make an enlightened saint exist and leave his hometown?
The words recorded in the handwritten note are unclear, or perhaps the descendants of the Taisu Immortal Palace did not want people to know that their ancestor had such a disgraceful past, so they did not record it in detail.
"She is Yusu, then...who are you?"
Wu Ming looked at the backs of the two little fairy boys who gradually disappeared at the edge of the square, his eyes as deep as a deep pool.
Yu Su didn't see it, but he saw it clearly. When Yu Su scolded another fairy boy, even though the other boy was frightened and begged for mercy again and again, a trace of resentment clearly flashed across his lowered face.
Although it is not a heart-stopping hatred, Wu Ming has an extremely accurate grasp of people's hearts, and the resentment between the two people may have been deeply rooted in their hearts.
Children, in particular, have a very weak sense of right and wrong, and they are the age group that holds the most grudges.
If Yusu left too harsh a memory for this young junior fellow apprentice, the resulting resentment might suddenly and violently erupt at some point in the future, like a volcano that has been suppressed for a long time.
Wu Ming had an intuition that told him that Yu Su's bumpy life in the future was probably closely related to this junior brother.
While I was thinking about it, a flower appeared before my eyes, and the situation changed again.
Boom boom boom!
At this time, it was no longer peaceful and peaceful, but there was a sudden violent storm, lightning and thunder in the sky above the head, people's silhouettes, flashing lights, endless shouting and killing sounds, it was obvious that a fierce fighting was going on!
"This is……"
Wu Ming's pupils shrank again and again when he saw the tragic battle situation that was almost like the earth was shattering and the world was being destroyed.
Although the light and shadow were very blurry and changed very quickly, making it dazzling as if he were just walking around on a horse, he still saw a few figures that were somewhat impressive.
This impression does not mean that he has seen the true form of the person he fought with, but that he has seen this scene before.
That was the scene that I saw nearly ten years ago when the ruined monument of heaven and earth appeared in the sea of monsters, and I got the inheritance of the great fishing skills left by Diaosou, the sea-turning man.
Not surprisingly, this battle was the battle that destroyed Kunlun Heavenly Palace!
"You guys go quickly, tomorrow..."
At this moment, a shout came out, and a female Taoist named Quanzhen, who was wearing a Taoist robe but with disheveled hair, could not hide her splendor, flicked her sleeves as wide as a tattered pocket.
Whoosh!
In the surging light, two slender figures and several rays of precious light were wrapped around them. The barrier between heaven and earth reopened and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
boom!
The female Taoist Quanzhen withstood several bombardments, and was completely destroyed by the surge of immeasurable light.
"Gushe..."
A cry of sorrow and anger came, but they saw Pingyun Shangxian, covered in blood and not in white clothes, stepping on thunder, slashing the sky with anger, shouting loudly, "The Taoist ancestors sit and watch the gods and demons wreaking havoc in China, you are trying to get involved in the way of heaven, the future is determined
meeting……"
"Noisy!"
Amid the cold shouts, a ball of chaotic brilliance descended, beating Immortal Pingyun into flying ashes.
But when the immortal counterattacked before his death, he also killed a strong foreigner alive and seriously injured several others, and died together with Fairy Gushe.
Whoosh!
The strong wind howled, the stream of light surged, everything was gone, and it returned to the dilapidated square before. It was like a dream, but it was also real and illusory.
"Oh, is this what you want me to see?"
Wu Ming laughed and shook his head, and walked sideways, saying as he walked, "Although the destruction of Kunlun Heavenly Palace was caused by human beings, it also had its own reasons. You went against the will of heaven and hung alone outside the Great Wall. If you hadn't insisted on going your own way, how would you have ended up here?
Is this the end?"
Although this scene shocked him a lot, it also made Wu Ming feel something unusual.
Not surprisingly, the reason why we can see this scene is probably because the obsession of the strong man who died here triggered the power fluctuations here, recreating the past scenes one after another.
Otherwise, it would be too much of a coincidence. It would be good if you could see one scene, rather than one scene after another.
Although Wu Ming was quite curious about the past, Wu Ming was not stupid enough to think that this was the truth.
After all, sometimes what you see with your own eyes is fake.
Not to mention, those who died here were not only the immortals of Kunlun Heavenly Palace, but also the powerful men of all races who participated in that battle.
The reason why it is said that Kunlun Heavenly Palace is to blame is because in the Middle Ages, when hundreds of schools of thought were contending, Kunlun Heavenly Palace still tried to restore the glory of the lineage of gods and still followed the old system.
This kind of old-school approach that doesn't know what is called and sticks to the rules is undoubtedly the way to death!
The disciples of hundreds of schools, perhaps for various reasons, left this lineage, barely leaving a sense of affection for the Fengshen lineage, but they chose to seek death themselves, thinking that as long as the Taoist ancestors were around, no one would sever the Fengshen lineage.
One line of luck.
It's a pity that God's calculations are not as good as those of humans, and we did not escape this disaster after all!
Wu Ming could even imagine what role the human saints played in this war.
Nothing more than that it was during this battle that the Kunlun Heavenly Palace was pushed out and the hole was blocked!
Although it was very disgraceful and even sinister, Wu Ming didn't care at all. He was going to have to do it sooner or later anyway.
But Wu Ming couldn't help but pay attention to the sudden appearance of several figures in this battle.
Chaos creatures also participated in this battle!
Or perhaps, under the guidance of those Chaos Demon Gods who merged the heaven and earth, they were leading this battle from behind.
"After going round and round, it turns out that the struggle for orthodoxy is still inseparable!"
Wu Ming laughed and shook his head, but he was not complacent because he thought he had seen through everything, but he finally revealed part of the truth.
Extrapolating from the past to the present, if nothing unexpected happens, the chaotic chaos of the past and present will definitely lead to the emergence of chaotic creatures in the end.
By then, you will have to do it again!
No matter what the reason is, since the cause and effect has been established long ago, it will naturally have a beginning and an end.
What's more, there is something strange about this calamity. It seems to be slow and slow, and both parties are restrained, but in fact they are secretly preparing for something.
"If nothing else goes wrong, I'm afraid the saints will take action in person. However, I can't let you get what you want. No one can even think of taking action when they think they are ready!"
Wu Ming's eyes were like lightning, and his face was cold. He seemed to be slow but fast. He stepped out of the square in one step, ignoring the many twisted space barriers, and went straight to the messy back hall of Zhenlong Villa.
"rise!"
Wu Ming stood at a certain place, raised his palm in the air, bent his fingers to grasp, exhaled and made a sound, the invisible stream of light affected the power of heaven and earth, turned into a giant palm, and grasped a ruined wall from top to bottom.
Buzz!
The moment the giant palm touched it, a cloud of light suddenly rose up from the seemingly inconspicuous mess of rubble, blocking the giant palm from outside.
"After so many years, he still has such power. He is worthy of being a powerful person in the Holy Realm!"
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, then shook his head with some understanding, put his fingers together slightly and said, "Unfortunately, you are already dead!"
Click!
There was a thunderous crackling sound, suddenly resounding through the void, and then the clouds and mist dispersed, and a cloud-white long sword appeared inside, with cloud patterns swirling around it, as if there were wind and thunder gathering together, and it turned out to be the possession of the Supreme Immortal Pingyun.
Sword.
As seen in the previous scene, after the death of Immortal Pingyun, his sword fell here.
At that time, the war was in full swing, and no one had the time to search for the loot, but the treasure stayed here for countless years.
Even so, this sword seems to have not withstood the baptism of time, and its power is still the same. The original power seems to be as gentle as clouds, but it has the power of waves, and it contains rolling wind and thunder!
"What a sword!"
Wu Ming's eyes lit up.
Even though this fairy sword is not suitable for him, even the Cloud-Shattering Knife obtained from Lingxiao Pavilion is also not suitable for him, but as a warrior, he also has a special preference for magical weapons.
clank!
The fairy sword has spirit, and upon noticing the covetous look in its eyes, it trembles endlessly, releasing the infinite sword power, and even wind and clouds billow out, as if it is a demonstration, telling the person in front of it - I am not to be trifled with!
"hehe!"
Wu Ming laughed, shook his head, and walked straight up.
Buzz!
The sword roared, the wind and clouds turbulent, the lightning flashed and thundered, and the infinite power swept towards Wu Ming, but it only made a sound on the corners of his clothes and did not hurt him in the slightest.
Even though the power of this fairy sword is indeed extraordinary, and it is a great holy sword in today's and ancient times, it is nothing to Wu Ming today.
"Um?"
Wu Ming walked halfway, and when he reached out to grab the hilt of the sword, his brows suddenly condensed, and the light between his eyebrows flashed slightly, as if he had opened a vertical eye, looking majestic and not to be offended.
"It turned out that during countless years of evolution of heaven and earth, this sword formed a natural formation. I was almost fooled!"
The moment he touched the hilt of the sword, Wu Ming felt a warning sign in his heart. He used his inner demon's eyes to detect the illusion and discovered the trap hidden here.
This fairy sword seems to be right in front of you, but in fact it is separated by many twisted spaces. If you are confused by the treasure and step into it without checking, you will inevitably face the strangulation of the powerful force of space.
Not to mention semi-saints, even pseudo-saints and even powerful saints may be injured. No matter how bad they are, they will be disgraced. The former is even more likely to be in danger of life.
But Wu Ming is different from ordinary people. Now that he has discovered the problem, it will naturally not trouble him.
"open!"
Wu Ming took one step forward and went straight into the twisted space node. He found a weak spot and stretched his hands outward, tearing the sky apart, creating a hole in front of him.
However, this is only one layer of space barrier, and we don’t know how many layers there are before our eyes.
But since Wu Ming can open the first level, the rest is naturally nothing.
After doing this three times, I came to the fairy sword, ignored the opponent's struggle and resistance, and pulled it out. The sword's blade, like the autumn clouds, shone brightly again after countless years, reflecting the sky and the earth!
"It is indeed a good sword!"
Wu Ming flicked his fingers, and the sword chanted, as clear and crisp as pearls falling on a jade plate, with an unparalleled edge. He casually held a sword flower, looked sideways, and said lightly, "After watching for so long, it's time to come out.