Chapter 680 Zhenwu Talisman Inside the Zhenwu Talisman. A flash of light appeared, and Fang Xing appeared. He looked around and sighed. Room! Stone pillars stand up, spreading out the gray airflow, leaving space about one hundred square meters and about ten meters high. Levels of stone steps emerged, and the top was a seat. Fang Xing sat on the seat and said quietly, "Next... I don't know how many years I'll live here..." "But my state is already many times better than Pan Wu, the subconscious of the Dead Ghost... The longer the time, the more I can comprehend the True Wu Dao." He silently explored the limits of his own abilities.
"Inside the Zhenwu Talisman, this space cave is my limit. I am like a Creation God here... Uh, a Creation God of 100 square meters?" As soon as he stretched his hand forward, a jade cup appeared, filled with golden wine. This is a fine wine brewed by the Gods in the world of the gods, even the Taoist Lord of the Fourteen Realms can be drunk. Fang Xing took a sip, and the wine glass disappeared directly. Then several puppets appeared, each of whom knelt down: "Master..." "Well, these puppets can all be adjusted in their strength... can they still create flesh and blood living people?" He nodded and shook his head again: "But this is for me, and what can I get for those who obtain the True Martial Talisman?" Nothing wrong! Fang Xing can no longer move the stone talisman outside by relying on his own strength. In other words, he needs a host and becomes a golden finger-like existence. "As long as you obtain the 'Zhenwu Talisman', you can get the best training... If you use the Zhenwu Way to smash Panwu Avenue, I will naturally win." "And even if it fails... I can give up on him and find the next host." "This is the benefit of cheating. As long as I can win once, it will be eternal." "But what is my 'hang' for the host?" Fang Xing began to think. With his ability, it is not difficult to transform an ordinary mortal into a 12th or even a 13th level of celestial immortal master, and it is not difficult to obtain an endless life span, but it is useless! Because his foundation at this time is still Panwu Avenue! The celestial immortal master created by Panwu Avenue? Wouldn’t it give me food to Panwu Avenue? Maybe the next moment, the external Panwu consciousness will be resurrected in this human body, and then the GG will be played by himself, and the ceremony will fail. "If you want to win...first I must first understand Zhenwu Dao further, and at least understand the general framework."
"Then, guide the host, discover his own strength, and embark on the 'Zhenwu Avenue'..." "My golden finger cannot be too strong. You can have experience in killing, or sign-in to send gifts, skills, treasures, and even future simulators, etc., you can forget it." "However, can I do a training space with different speeds of time from the outside world?" "Then what? When you reach a bottleneck cultivation, you can make a breakthrough naturally? Isn't this the proficiency system of my attribute panel?" Fang Xing thought about it and decided first: "There are only these two things, so there can be no more." "Even, for the sake of the other party, I still need to create martial arts by myself. I can't teach anything I'll have to do if I teach..." After all, what he learned later became part of Panwu Avenue. This is also the reason why all Taoist lords are trapped. Our own avenue is already the essence of our own peak, so how can we find another way? This is like turning an ordinary person into another person, even changing his genes! "Unless I can comprehend the more complete Zhenwu Dao and pass it on..." Fang Xing closed his eyes and no longer cared about the passing of time in the outside world. … The stars change, and the world changes. The once seaside is now a mountainous mountain. Black flowers were spread all over the mountains, and three strange birds with wingspans of dozens of meters flew by low. “Chi!” The strange bird pounced low, and its two sharp claws drew a graceful arc, and it was on the ground with a wild boar with a triangular sword head. The wild boar roared softly, trying to resist, but it was too late. Puff! Blood splashed, and the wild boar weighing several tons was directly caught, and the strange bird turned into a black dot and disappeared quickly. "Damn...these three birds are here to steal our prey again." There was a trembling in the grass, and several primitive people wearing animal skins and generally above two meters tall walked out. One of the primitive men with a little tender face cursed. In their hands, they also held a spear sharpened with wooden sticks, an axe strung with sharp bone pieces, etc., which looked like a "well-equipped" smell. "What should I do? We finally stared at the prey that we had been caught for a few days, and the people in the tribe were going hungry." A group of people looked at a slightly older leader. In this wilderness, the life of primitive people was very bad.
There are powerful beasts everywhere and they like to eat people! And the primitive people’s position in the food chain is obviously downstream! Only by combining and forming small tribes can there be a glimmer of hope. Even so, the tribe cannot exceed a thousand people, otherwise it will easily become a "buffet" for more powerful beasts. Qing looks over 20 years old, and among the primitive people, he has rich hunting experience. "Let's go to the river... and see if we can catch a 'bone spur fish'!" Qing thought for a while and made a decision: "This time, I'll be the bait!" He is the most experienced hunter in the tribe, and the bone spur fish is very clever. If there is any problem with the prey, you will definitely find it. "You...you hold the stone axe and prepare to be the first one." "Shang... You are responsible for stabbing with a gun. Be careful not to squeeze the scales. You can only choose the place where three white lines gather under the other party's lip..." "Mang..." Qing looked at the primitive young man who was talking at the beginning: "You are responsible for alerting... pay attention to the movements of other ferocious beasts." "good." Mang gritted his teeth and agreed. A moment later, on the edge of the river beach. A big fish with white bone spurs and scales rolled over and came to the shore. Facing the ambush, it did not escape back to the river, but instead rolled. With the bone spurs, it looks like a spinning hedgehog. In a hurry, the wooden spear did not stab the vital point, but instead broke with a click. "ah!" Amid the screams, the green as bait is closest to the distance, and several more blood holes appeared on the body. But the bone spur fish flew twice and stopped moving. Mang ran over quickly and found that Qing, who was pressed under the bone spur fish, had stabbed a bone dagger under the fish's lips, and it was just where the three white lines gathered. "green…" Mang hurriedly looked at Qing. "Ahem... I have heard the call of the gods, and I am most likely not going to survive." Qing's mouth was bleeding, but his face was filled with relief: "This is nature..." His hands fell down, completely losing the breath of life. "Okay, Mang... quickly break down the fish and bones and bring them back... The smell of blood will soon attract ferocious beasts."
Shang next to him kicked Mang. Mang started working murmurly, but his eyes glanced at the green corpse next to him from time to time. "It is our destiny to be buried in the wilderness... but at least, I don't want Qing to be eaten by ferocious beasts..." He put down a large piece of fish, came to the side, and carried a stone and pressed it on Qing's body. Soon, there was a small pile of stones on Qing's corpse. “This is useless…” He spoke: "The ferocious beasts have extremely sharp noses, and this little stone cannot stop them..." Mang didn't speak, but just mechanized the work at hand. Huhuhu… He gasped, after all, he was only thirteen years old, the youngest among the warriors in the tribe. Mang moved up another pebbles as big as an ostrich egg, and suddenly became stunned and looked at the bottom of the big stone: "What is this?" He picked up a stone piece, which was all green and the size of a baby's fist. And on the surface of the stone slab, there are strange patterns. "It's pretty...it's probably the jewelry left by a soldier." He glanced at it and shook his head. Mang didn't care either, so he stuffed the stone talisman into his arms and the group returned to the tribe. His tribe is located in a valley, with its main residences being leather tents and thatched conical roofs. “Here I’m back!” When the group came back, the primitive man on the watchtower immediately shouted excitedly. A group of strong-bodied women and fleshy Kong Wu welcomed them out. Seeing the fish in Mang and their hands and the fish bones on their backs, a hint of joy appeared on their faces. "Qing... is dead." Shang spoke with a low voice. "The gods want to take away everyone's souls, there is nothing we can do about it..." A grandmother who looked in her forties said, "Warriors...you go and rest, let's cook fish." Primitive people took life and death very lightly, and even regarded burial in the wilderness as a natural cycle. But Mang was still a little puzzled when he saw all this. He returned to his hut, fell asleep on the hay. Unknown at all, the stone talisman in his arms was flashing with a slight light.
… "Huh? I...where am I?" Mang woke up and found himself in a gray space. On the throne in front, a celestial girl with different postures and thin and fat swallows retreated and a figure appeared. The air was filled with incense, and the long table was filled with all kinds of delicacies he had never seen before. Just smelling the smell made it difficult for him to secrete saliva from his mouth. Pa! Fang Xing snapped his fingers, and everything in the space disappeared, leaving only the palace supported by stone steps and stone pillars. He sat on the throne and looked at the young man in the leather clothes below. "Who are you? Are you a god?" Mang looked at the **** above and felt a terrible oppression, which was even more terrifying than the most powerful beast he had ever seen! He felt that the other party should be the image of a **** who was passed down from the tribe and was high in the sky: "Where is the green hero?" "God? I'm not..." Fang Xing smiled, but when he saw the boy for the first time, he knew everything about him: "When is this year? Has the outside world developed to this level?" (This chapter ends)
