The first thousand four hundred and seventy-eight chapters the embodiment of the Holy Luck
Walking into the temple, Zhuo Wen found that the temple was not large and the surroundings were pitch black.
However, with his eyesight, he could still clearly see the general situation inside the temple.
The interior layout is very simple, with a desk in the center and extremely fragmented stone tables and benches scattered around.
Apart from this, there is nothing else, but the walls around the temple are carved with many rare and exotic animals, with strange and lifelike shapes.
However, Zhuo Wen has never seen it, or even heard of it.
"Chaos, Bai Ze, Yinglong, Zhu Jiuyin..."
Different from Zhuo Wen's carelessness, the voices of Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang suddenly exploded in his mind.
Immediately, a black light and a yellow light flashed out from Zhuo Wen's eyebrows at the same time, and Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang's eyes were all focused on the surrounding wall carvings.
"What's wrong? Do you also recognize these wall carvings?"
There was a trace of surprise in Zhuo Wen's eyes, and he quickly asked Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang.
"The rare and exotic beasts depicted in these wall carvings are all ancient beasts, but these beasts all perished in the great war in ancient times."
Xiao Hei's eyes were complicated and he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.
"Xiao Hei is right, none of these ancient strange beasts are comparable to the immortal saint level, but in that ancient battle, none of them survived." Chenghuang nodded.
"Existences comparable to immortal saints? No one survives?"
Zhuo Wen was startled, and then he showed a look of shock. All the strange beasts at the level of Immortals and Saints had died because of this. He even heard about it from Xiao Hei's mouth before.
In that battle, countless saints fell, and even immortal saints could not avoid it. So what kind of war was this that could have such terrifying power?
"What exactly was that war back then? Could it have something to do with that insect?"
Zhuo Wen looked confused and quickly thought of the heavenly insects that even the Chaos Temple must treat with caution.
The Temple of Chaos is a major force in Middle-earth. Even such a major force must treat something with caution. It is definitely extraordinary. Perhaps this sky insect was the mastermind of the war that year.
"Your guess is not quite correct. The war did have something to do with the Celestial Insects, but the Celestial Insects were not the culprit."
Xiao Hei shook his head and continued: "Perhaps you don't know how powerful the Tiankai Continent was ten thousand years ago, right? At that time, the Tiankai Continent had such grand events as the Halloween Convention, and there were countless saints, and even more immortal saints.
There are many."
"And at that time, there were still the ultimate strong men who had experienced the realm of gods. A mere celestial insect could not do anything to the Sky Armor Continent."
Hearing this, Zhuo Wen became more and more curious. It seemed that the war ten thousand years ago had some secrets, otherwise Xiao Hei would not have been so cautious.
What makes Zhuo Wen even more unbelievable is that there was a strong man in the realm of gods ten thousand years ago. With such a terrifying strong man sitting in charge, a mere worm may not really be able to threaten the entire continent.
So what kind of thing could destroy the Heavenly Armor Continent, which was at the peak of martial arts ten thousand years ago, into what it is now?
Perhaps sensing Zhuo Wen's doubtful gaze, Xiao Hei sighed softly and said, "It's okay not to talk about this matter. When you really step into the Middle Earth, all the truth will slowly emerge."
"I'm just telling you that the nine holy symbols circulated in the legend of Tiankai Continent have an inseparable relationship with that powerful man in the God Transformation Realm."
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, but he could only sigh in his heart. He knew very well that since Xiao Hei didn't say anything, it was probably because the time had not come yet, or that he was not qualified to know the truth.
After browsing around the temple again, Zhuo Wen found that except for the wall carvings, there was nothing else around.
However, his eyes soon fell on the central desk, where rolls of bamboo slips were randomly placed, roughly forming a hill.
At first, Zhuo Wen didn't pay much attention to the bamboo slips on the case, but after looking around, he finally began to suspect that the bamboo slips in front of him were unusual.
Walking to the case, Zhuo Wen stretched out his right hand, took the bamboo slip in his hand, and opened it.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a bright light burst out from the bamboo slips, and the light characters inside were like whirlpools, surrounding Zhuo Wen, wrapping him up.
At the same time, the seven golden lines on Zhuo Wen's eyebrows began to emit an extremely blazing golden light, and then the golden lines began to peel off from his eyebrows one by one.
"The Holy Luck is made concrete. The weapons and golden patterns you imagine in your mind can be made concrete according to your imagination. The more gold patterns there are, the more powerful the weapon will be."
As the light words surrounded Zhuo Wen, a stream of content was also introduced into Zhuo Wen's mind.
"The materialization of holy luck?"
After pondering for a moment, Zhuo Wen said in a deep voice: "Concrete spear."
As soon as he finished speaking, the seven golden patterns began to combine continuously in front of him, forming a large golden gun that was about 10 feet long.
On the surface of this golden gun, there are golden lines flowing, which looks mysterious and distant.
This process is very similar to the previous scene where Yan Ruhuo materialized the golden pattern into a sword. Obviously, Yan Ruhuo should have also entered the temple and successfully materialized the sword.
Whoosh!
Zhuo Wen swung the golden gun in his hand, and the gun blade cut through the air, producing a hissing sound that tore the air. It sounded extremely harsh, and the space that the big gun just cut through was also torn apart by the powerful power.
It cracked into a black crack.
"It's so sharp, it can even cut through space."
Zhuo Wen looked happy and murmured to himself.
"It seems that the role of this temple is to teach you how to materialize your own holy luck, and the stronger the holy luck, the stronger the weapons, which also indicates that if you want to become stronger, you should compete for more from others.
Holy Luck.”
Xiaohei and Chenghuang rushed to Zhuo Wen and stared at the golden gun in Zhuo Wen's hand with satisfaction.
Zhuo Wen responded, and immediately summoned Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang into the sea of consciousness, and stepped out of the temple.
"Perhaps it's time to recall the two clones and have a good fight."
Walking out of the temple, Zhuo Wen suddenly discovered that there were three more people gathered outside the temple.
Perhaps seeing Zhuo Wen coming out, the three people who were waiting suddenly showed fear in their eyes.
"It's Wenzhuo, let's leave quickly."
One of the young men in black attire whispered something in a low voice and immediately ran away into the distance.
The other two were stunned for a moment, and then followed the young man one after another. The three of them were quite fast and disappeared in a flash.
"Shi Yi?"
Looking at the young man in black clothes who ran away without even looking, Zhuo Wen's mouth curved.
This young man Zhuo Wen is no stranger. He is actually the same as him, Shi Yi, a disciple of the Killing Alliance in the seventh stage when he won the Holy Luck in the second stage.
At that time, after Zhuo Wen killed Wu Lan and Zheng Tang in the ring, he met Shi Yi later.
Originally Zhuo Wen planned to kill Shi Yi cleanly and directly, but the latter was extremely cunning and relied on the art of assassination and concealment to hide himself, and then immediately abstained, thus avoiding death.
Now that he met Shi Yi again, how could Zhuo Wen let the former go.
Moreover, the two people following Shi Yi looked like they were disciples of the Killing Alliance, and their cultivation levels were not weak, and they were both invincible emperors.
"You can't run away."
Zhuo Wen smiled coldly, and the golden lines between his eyebrows flew out, forming a golden spear. Zhuo Wen immediately threw his right hand and flew directly towards the fleeing Shi Yi.
"No!"
Feeling the rapid whistling wind behind him, Shi Yi looked ferocious, shouted angrily, turned around, and tried his best to mobilize the power of the Holy Luck, trying to resist the shot.
Shi Yi also has two golden lines, but he has not learned the ability to materialize the holy luck. Obviously Shi Yi has not entered any temple.
It is also destined that Shi Yi will suffer extremely from this blow.
Poof!
There is no doubt that Shi Yi's defense was like paper. The golden spear was like a rainbow and passed directly through his body. The former even split into pieces and exploded into a ball of blood mist.
"Run away!"
Looking at Shi Yi who was instantly killed, the other two disciples of the Killing Alliance, with their eyes split open, shouted loudly and fled in two directions.
Whoosh!
Zhuo Wen rushed to the side of the golden gun, held the handle of the gun with his right hand, and then threw it violently, and the golden gun flew towards the young man on the right.
Zhuo Wen's body was chasing the man on the left. Relying on the power of the Holy Body, Zhuo Wen was like a vigorous cheetah, constantly running on the ground at an extremely fast speed.
"ah!"
A scream rang out, and the young man on the right was directly chased by the golden gun, passed through his chest, and exploded into a ball of blood mist without any accident, and he was so dead that he could no longer die.
"No! I can't die."
The warrior on the left naturally heard the screams of his companions, and became even more frightened.
"If you don't want to die, you have to die."
An indifferent voice came, and soon the warrior saw that Zhuo Wen had stood in front of him at some point, and his huge fist rumbled towards the warrior.
"No!"
The warrior on the left was about to struggle to the death and quickly used the power of holy luck.
boom!
However, even if this warrior uses the power of Holy Luck, he appears vulnerable to Zhuo Wen's powerful Holy Body attack, and the defense arranged by Holy Luck is directly shattered.
Poof!
Looking at the disciples of the Killing Alliance who were reduced to rubble, Zhuo Wen's eyes were indifferent and showed no mercy.
Whoosh whoosh!
Three golden rays emerged from the three corpses and penetrated into the center of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows. Immediately, the golden lines on Zhuo Wen's eyebrows began to spread, and finally condensed into the eighth golden line.
"Huh? Only a golden streak condensed?"
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of doubt. Shi Yi and the other two Killing Alliance disciples had about five golden patterns on their bodies.
The five golden lines actually only added one golden line, which made Zhuo Wen a little helpless.
"The more golden lines there are, the greater the difficulty in condensing them." Xiao Hei explained.