Chapter two thousand six hundred sixteen messenger
Two months later, the time and space roulette entered the Brahma Realm and landed in Wenxue Palace.
"Brother Zhuo, this is the farewell. If we are destined to meet you in the future, we will definitely meet in the Xuanfei Heavenly Realm!"
After falling into Wenxue Palace, Ziwei Xingjun hugged Zhuo Wen and left alone.
Zhuo Wen didn't try too hard to try to stay. He knew very well that Ziwei Xingjun was a determined person and never regretted anything he decided. If he continued to try to stay, it would be in vain.
Zhuo Wen stood in the mission hall of Wenxue Palace, followed by the green-haired mummy. This pair was extremely strange and attracted the attention of many monks coming and going in the mission hall.
Zhuo Wen took a casual stroll around the mission hall and found that the mission hall now was more complete and prosperous than when he left, and nodded secretly in his heart.
Zhuo Wen took out the communication jade charm and was about to notify Chen Xue that he was back, when a crisp voice stopped him.
Zhuo Wen turned around, looked at the beautiful woman behind him, and said with a smile: "Qimei, are you also in the mission hall?"
It was Tong Qimei who appeared behind Zhuo Wen. She saw Zhuo Wen just after handing in the task, and immediately recognized Zhuo Wen, so she called out to Zhuo Wen.
"Brother Zhuo, why didn't you tell us when you came back?" Tong Qimei said excitedly.
Zhuo Wen smiled and said, "I was just about to inform you when I met you!"
Tong Qimei was startled, then stuck out her tongue, then led Zhuo Wen out of the mission hall and entered the Wenxue Palace.
After leaving for a while, Zhuo Wen came to Wenxue Palace again and found that the number of monks in Wenxue Palace was much more than before, and the guards were much tighter.
"I'm going to call the master. Now the master takes over the position of the palace master of Wenxue Palace. Now that Brother Zhuo is back, the master will give up the position of the palace master to you." Tong Qimei said with a smile as she walked.
"Your master, Can Yue? Where is Chen Xue?" Zhuo Wen asked with a frown.
Tong Qimei stopped, looked at Zhuo Wen strangely, and said, "Brother Zhuo, you still don't know about that?"
"What happened? I just came back." Zhuo Wen said.
"A messenger came from the Xuanmen Heaven Realm. This messenger summoned the principals of the eight heaven realms to go to the Temple of Hughes, the core of the eight heaven realms."
"Palace Master Chenxue is taking Senior Motian, Master Yuezu and the elites from Wenxue Palace to the Temple of Xius." Tong Qimei said.
Zhuo Wen was startled. He was no stranger to the Temple of Hughes. It was indeed the core of the eight heavens. It was not a building affiliated with any heaven. It was said that the origin of the eight heavens was hidden inside.
Of course, this is just a legend.
Regarding the origin, Zhuo Wen thought of the memory he searched from the old man Heifu. In the memory of the old man Heifu, he once said that the starry sky originated from the earth's mythological era.
The earth is the origin, and the Temple of Nasius also has origin legends. I don’t know if there is any connection between the two.
"Only one messenger came from the Xuandi Heavenly Realm?" Zhuo Wen asked.
"There is only one messenger here so far. It is said that the real strong man from the Xuan Ni Heaven Realm will come later. I don't know whether it is true or not," Tong Qimei said.
Zhuo Wen nodded, and then said in a deep voice: "Qimei, don't publicize my return for now. I'm still a little worried, and I plan to go to the Temple of Hughes."
"By the way, before you leave, take this!"
With that said, Zhuo Wen took out a ball of black ball. This black ball was transformed by the Devouring Power of King Devourer and can be continuously divided as long as it carries the Devouring Power given by him.
Zhuo Wen was able to follow the connection of this Devouring Power and instantly transfer the monk carrying the symbol of Devouring Power into the body space of the Devouring King.
The people of the Dragon family basically develop well in the body space of King Devourer, so Zhuo Wen is not worried about the people of the Dragon family. He is worried about the friends he knows in the Great Brahma Domain and Mu Chenxue.
"Remember, you distribute this thing on my behalf to those who are truly loyal to Wenxue Palace and are trustworthy. This thing can save your lives at critical moments." Zhuo Wen seriously asked.
Seeing Zhuo Wen being so cautious, Tong Qimei nodded quickly and said: "Brother Zhuo, don't worry, I will keep this item in good hands, and I will also strictly select it according to your requirements."
Zhuo Wen nodded, then gave a few more instructions and quietly left Wenxue Palace.
I don't know why, but Zhuo Wen always felt a little uneasy after hearing that Chen Xue went to the Xius Temple.
It was precisely because of this uneasiness that Zhuo Wen eagerly left Wenxue Palace and headed to the Temple of Xius.
Summoning the time and space roulette, the green-haired mummy quickly jumped onto the time and space roulette.
Zhuo Wen was too lazy to pay attention to the green-haired mummy, summoned Xiao Hei, and left Wenxue Palace.
This time, Zhuo Wen did not fly slowly, but flew out quickly. He wanted to get to the Temple of Hughes in the shortest possible time.
One day's journey from Wenxue Palace, Zhuo Wen stopped in front of a star, as if waiting for something.
Not long after, the star exploded violently, and immediately a huge bloody beast burst out from the star.
"Xue Scale, long time no see, your strength has increased again!"
Zhuo Wen looked at the bloody giant beast that flew out of the star and said lightly.
Zhuo Wen could sense that the strength of the blood scales was indeed much stronger than before, and Zhuo Wen also couldn't see through the specific strength of the blood scales.
The bloody giant glanced at Zhuo Wen, then gradually shrank, turning into a middle-aged man in blood clothes, and landed quickly on the space-time roulette.
The moment the blood scales fell on the deck, he immediately noticed the green-haired mummy. He felt an awe-inspiring aura from the green-haired mummy holding him, which made him suspicious.
"Blood Scale, come with me to the Temple of Xius!"
Zhuo Wen had no intention of introducing the green-haired mummy to Xue Lin, but just stated the purpose of his visit this time.
Xue Lin nodded. He had a contract with Zhuo Wen and was currently regarded as Zhuo Wen's servant. Even if his strength increased greatly, he really didn't dare to betray him. He could only honestly be Zhuo Wen's servant for a thousand years.
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The core area of the eight heavens is the cold and dark void.
In this void, there is nothing, not even the sun, moon, or stars. All that exists is the dark meteorite belt and the unchanging darkness.
In the center of the void, there is a dilapidated temple suspended.
This temple is as dilapidated as a ruin, as if it has not been repaired for a long time.
On the top of the temple, golden flames are burning, as if guiding those who enter this void to go here.
In the temple, a figure stood quietly with his hands behind his hands. He looked into the void ahead with stern eyes.
This figure is a middle-aged man with a face as cold as a knife. He is wearing black clothes and has a powerful aura surging around him.
If you look closely, you will see that the pores on this person's body are constantly exhaling strange black mist. These black mist are like flexible little snakes, surrounding the person's body and making a hissing sound.
"It looks like the first guest is coming soon!"
The stern man looked towards me, narrowed his eyes, and murmured to himself.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the sound of breaking wind resounded, and in the far distance, a golden light like the scorching sun rose, then became brighter and brighter, and finally landed in the temple, passing by the stern man...