"Dad, why are there five or six-year-old children on the first floor of the divine tower?"
Zuo Zhiwan stood on the flying carpet and couldn't help but look back. On the vast and chaotic land of Wutu, a little child stood alone, as if he had been abandoned. It made people feel pitiful and couldn't bear to look directly at him.
Zuo Zhiwan knew that this child who was able to enter the first floor of the divine tower and stand unscathed in the middle of the Wutu world was by no means as young, cute, weak and pitiful as he seemed on the surface.
But there is still some worry and surprise in my heart!
"What kind of child is this? It's just a cover-up!"
Zuo Tianlang had also noticed Jiang Li a long time ago, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head: "I'm afraid he's not an old monster who lives in seclusion. Didn't you see that the high priest of the Pantheon Temple is also walking around him? He is obviously very afraid of him!"
"Niece Zuo, it's unknown whether we can leave the world of the God Tower alive. These people from the Pantheon Temple are arresting us to do hard labor. The things they have to dig are absolutely extraordinary!" The sect's master sighed with a sad face.
"Don't worry, everyone, Pantheon cares about the world and has mercy on all living beings, and will never kill innocent people indiscriminately or do unjust things!"
High Priest Habibullah turned back, with a strange expression that was half-smiling under the shadow of his broad cloak, "At that time, I will implore the omnipotent and omnipresent great being to remove the memory and let you go!"
"The Art of Destruction of Consciousness!"
When Zuo Tianlang and Zongdiansheng heard this, their expressions suddenly became even more ugly.
The two of them have never learned the magic of the Pantheon, but the effects of this kind of secret magic are similar. They all use the power of ghosts and immortals to cast spells and forcibly remove relevant parts from people's minds.
If it is performed by a ghost fairy with more than four lightning tribulations, it may be possible to control this spell to just the right degree without causing too much damage to the soul, spirit and consciousness of the person being cast.
But if it is performed by a ghost fairy with less than four thunder tribulations, it would be very lucky to retain the original consciousness.
In mild cases, the memory will be damaged and most of the past experiences will be forgotten. In severe cases, the person will directly become confused and even fall into madness, becoming an idiot or a madman.
Although Zuo Zhiwan didn't know this, he could probably guess something when he saw the reactions of his father and Zong Diansheng.
But no matter how unwilling or even angry they were, they were unable to resist the sacrifices of the Pantheon.
Not to mention Habibullah, the high priest of ghosts and immortals who suffered a thunder catastrophe, Baraja, the man in the iron mask, is a genuine mid-level martial saint.
However, when facing High Priest Habibullah, Baraja, who was obviously more powerful, had a significantly lower posture.
Dozens of countries in the Western Regions all surrendered to the belief in the gods of the three major temples, and their divine power was greater than anything else.
The gorgeous flying carpet flew at low speed in mid-air, and finally landed in the endless hills after several hours.
Dozens of figures are gathering here.
With five cloaked temple priests at the center, there were also ten well-dressed warriors wearing the same black masks as Baraja standing around.
The iron-faced warriors are full of vitality and extraordinary momentum. Although they are not martial saints like Baraja, they are all masters of the Yiwu Realm and the Divine Transformation Realm.
In addition to the people from the Pantheon, there were more than forty people in the hills, including Taoists and martial artists. They each used their own methods to dig around a hill in turns.
"Habibullah, you are too late. The Zhenwu Marquis of the Great Zhou Dynasty is nearby. Once he discovers the treasure under the hills, we can only give it to you. Don't miss it!"
Among the temple priests wearing cloaks, one person's cloak was very special. It showed a color similar to lotus root, purple with red, and covered with patches of golden veins. It was noble and gorgeous.
"It's a sacrifice to the gods of the Pantheon!"
Zong Diansheng's heart sank. He was originally thinking about finding an opportunity to escape, but now he gave up the idea completely.
The Pantheon has a strict hierarchy and is respected for its strength. The status of the gods' sacrifices is second only to the gods and bishops enshrined in the Pantheon. They are Taoist masters of the Second Thunder Tribulation.
"Dear Hadadan God Sacrifice, everyone who enters the world of the God Tower is very alert. When they see us, they will deliberately keep a distance. If these Central Plains warriors were not resting in a mountain col, we would still be searching for the slaves of the gods!" Habib The leader of the temple holds the chest and salutes.
"Let's get started, don't waste any more time!" Hadadan's voice was very dry, like two pieces of iron rubbing against each other.
Priest Habibullah nodded quickly and gave a slight signal. The Iron-faced Man Balaja immediately drove Zuo Tianlang, Zongdiansheng and others off the flying carpet, and gave each of them an artifact similar to the bronze shovel of the Great Zhou Dynasty. They join the excavation team.
Several Pantheon priests and iron-faced warriors stood around, watching them work quietly.
The world of the God Tower is full of dangers. No one wants to waste their energy unless necessary.
"My guess is good, the priest of the Pantheon must have discovered some treasure!"
Jiang Li used his magical power to teleport to the back of the hill on the other side of the hill. He glanced at it covertly and immediately looked away.
Although the ubiquitous spirit source aura in the central space of Wutu greatly hinders the spiritual thoughts of the ascetics, and the sensing and monitoring range of temple sacrifices is greatly reduced, there are inevitably some unknown methods.
The captured warriors and Taoists surrounded an area and dug hard. They had dug out a cave passage on the ground that could accommodate three or four people, extending more than ten meters underground.
Because the power of Wutu here was more oppressive, more than seventy captive laborers worked alternately. Each time they dug a stick of incense, they had to return immediately to rest and accumulate strength again.
Otherwise, once exhausted, the physical body cannot withstand the pressure of the surrounding forces, and once it falls to the ground, it will be difficult to get up again.
The excavation progress was extremely slow, and more than seventy "laborers" continued to work. Over time, they gradually became unable to sustain such a huge amount of work.
The priests and warriors in the Pantheon kept urging and intimidating them, and they could not get enough rest.
Just like ordinary people, they are sweating profusely and their minds are dizzy.
The attention of the temple priests gradually became less concentrated, and they only focused on some spiritual thoughts and gazes, and at the same time secretly cultivated themselves.
After running and exploring for several days, they will inevitably feel tired.
"Infuriating Qi Condensation, Shuchichi!"
Jiang Li was still in the stage of fetal rebirth and could not use the magical power of shape-changing to change the state of his physical body, so he activated his true energy to adhere to the outside of his body and condensed the figure and appearance of an adult.
He took out a set of ordinary armor from the Sumeru Ring, put it on his body of true energy, wrapped his whole body tightly, and teleported directly to the depths of the cave in a flash.
At this time, two teams were taking over.
Zong Diansheng gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, wandering into the cave, passing by several pale-faced martial artists and Taoists who were breathing heavily.
Suddenly a man squeezed in beside him, walked from his side to the top of the cave, raised a bronze shovel and started digging hard.
The close-fitting armor was highlighted by the man's vigorous swing of the shovel, and the outline of his thick muscles was highlighted. It looked like he must be a great master with very powerful external skills.
Every time he swung the shovel, he dug up a lot of soil and scattered dust.
Zong Diansheng took a look and saw that if these blocks were gathered together, they would be as big as a water tank.
If it were in the Kyushu world, this would not be unusual. Any giant or even a martial artist in the Tai Chi realm could easily do it.
But in this Wutu world, it is an act that seeks death.
If he keeps waving like this, he will fall to the ground from exhaustion and vomit blood in less than half a stick of incense.
But this well-dressed warrior seemed completely unaware and unconcerned.
The few people who followed Zong Diansheng also looked surprised, but they couldn't protect themselves, so they would not meddle in other people's business and took the initiative to persuade and warn.
The physical fatigue made them not even want to perform a single unnecessary movement.
However, due to the vigorous digging of the armored martial artist, the positions of two people were directly occupied.
The cave was so small that Zongdiansheng and the other person had nowhere to dig, so they had no choice but to exit, which was a round of work.
Soon, a stick of incense passed by, and several warriors stopped and hurriedly walked out of the cave to try to get more time to rest.
But the armored warrior was still working hard with his shovel and shovel.
This resulted in two more people who came in to work later to have a bye.
After several rounds, almost everyone noticed the "horror" in the cave.
A master of the Nine Realms or a person who seizes the path of death will find it difficult to endure a round of labor.
But the man in the cave managed to endure six rounds of work by himself.
"That guy is weird!"
Zong Diansheng sat on the ground and swallowed the elixir in large gulps, restoring the strength of his body that had almost dried up.
"More than just being weird, I think the Martial Saint is only that strong!"
Zuo Zhiwan also nodded quietly. She had just walked out of the cave and saw how powerful and powerful the tall and muscular man was.
One shovel dug out more rocks than she could with one stick of incense. At this time, the depth of the cave was more than twice as deep as before.
"We met an expert!"
Zuo Tianlang's eyes flashed: "The peak grandmaster of the divine transformation realm does not have one-tenth of his physical strength. He is definitely a martial saint, even above the intermediate level!"
"But how could Martial Saint be caught here?"
Zong Diansheng scratched his head, but a martial artist with a Daluo accent next to him sneered: "Idiot, of course he was not forced!"
"You mean he wants to..."
Zong Diansheng was immediately alert.
The Pantheon asked them to dig here, and the fool also knew that there must be treasures hidden under the ground.
And the Panshen family is by no means the only one who wants this Wutu treasure!
"We just pretend we didn't see it!"
Zuo Tianlang's voice was thin and weak, "Only if there is a drastic change here, will we have the possibility of escaping. Otherwise, without the sacrifices of the Pantheon stripping away our memories, we will just keep digging in the cave, and we will die of exhaustion." !”
"That's right"
Others around him also nodded secretly, reaching a tacit understanding without any unnecessary words.
"Priest Habibullah, those Middle-earth people seem to be a little lazy. The number of people entering the cave to work in each round is two less than before!"
Not far away, Baraja, the man in the iron mask, finished adjusting his breath. He opened his eyes and observed for a moment, and immediately noticed the changes.
"It doesn't matter, let these Middle-earth people rest for a while. If they are rushed, they will die from exhaustion, which will waste time!"
Priest Habibullah waved his hand. Judging from the gravel piled outside the cave, the excavation progress had not slowed down, but was actually faster than expected.
"I'd better go take a look!"
Balaja looked at it for a while, still a little uneasy.
There was too much essence aura around him, cutting off the transmission of air and sound. Even an intermediate martial saint like him could not hear the conversations between the Chinese people outside the cave.
"Baraja should try to preserve some physical strength. Zhenwu Hou Jiang Shirong and other forces may appear at any time. We must be prepared to fight!"
Priest Habibullah looked at Baraja's retreating back and warned him worriedly.
These warriors with well-developed limbs and simple minds are really only suitable for doing rough work.
What kind of trouble can a group of Middle-earth slaves who don't even have martial saints or ghosts and immortals make waves.
Why waste your energy on useless things!
…
Zuo Zhiwan was sitting on the ground resting. A jade shaped like a gourd around his waist shone slightly with warm light, flashing across Zuo Zhiwan's body from time to time.
The various Wutu powers around her were also resisted by this shimmering light, and when it fell on her, they were significantly weakened.
It is precisely because of the effect of this gourd-shaped jade pendant that although her realm is low and she is only at the peak of the Xiantian realm, her physical strength is relatively light.
"Zhiwan, when you enter the cave again, try not to use up your physical strength. The spiritual power in the fairy gourd magic weapon has been consumed too much and is about to be exhausted!"
Zuo Tianlang glanced at the jade pendant around his daughter's waist, and a look of worry flashed across his face.
As the guardian elder of the Five Elements Sect, he naturally knew the dangers of Wutu World. The reason why he took the risk of taking Zuo Zhiwan into this place was because of the extraordinary quality of this jade pendant.
Unfortunately, they encountered a priest from the Pantheon, and most of the divine power in the jade pendant was consumed.
Even if there is a chance to escape from here, we can only retreat to the edge of Wutu World immediately.
The power of Wutu there is the weakest, and the jade pendant's magic power may last longer, until Zuo Zhiwan breaks through to the seventh realm of martial arts.
"The Martial Saint of the temple is here!"
Zongdiansheng's soft drink interrupted Zuo Tianlang's thoughts. He looked back and saw Balaja walking slowly with his hands behind his back, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.
Although the person in the cave should be a middle-level martial saint or above, continuous digging will inevitably consume a lot of his strength. When he meets Baraja in his prime, he will be at a disadvantage first.
Not to mention, the two high-ranking priests of the temple not far away.
"God loves all living beings and spreads mercy to the world. You lazy middle-class bastards, how can you deserve God's favor on you!"
Baraja's voice was cold. The pressure of the Martial Saint had been reduced a lot under the pressure of various forces in the Wutu World, but it was still not something that Zuo Tianlang, the miraculous warriors, the Yiwu Realm warriors, and the Taoists could withstand.
Just release some, and immediately suppress these exhausted warriors and Taoists lying on the ground, unable to support themselves.
"If the loving and respected Priest Habibullah hadn't been kind enough to grant you some extra time to rest, my personality would have shattered your bones!"
Baraja snorted coldly, walked past Zuo Tianlang and others, and gradually disappeared into the cave.
"what to do?"
Zong Diansheng was very worried.
"Leave it to fate. I just hope that the martial saint in the cave can hold on for more time. Once their fight attracts the attention of the temple priests, we will escape immediately!" Zuo Tianlang whispered.
“Bang bang bang”
As soon as Balaja entered the cave, violent chisling sounds came from the depths of the cave.
"What kind of slave is this? He works so hard!"
Balaja was suddenly startled.
To be fair, with his physical strength and exerting all his strength, it seems that he can only maintain this rhythm and strength.
Wow!
Suddenly, the entire cave trembled violently, accompanied by the sound of gravel rolling to the ground, as if a shell was broken by someone.
"This is Wutu Kunzai!"
There were even inaudible exclamations.
"That thing is out!"
Balaja's heart moved and he hurriedly flew towards the inside of the cave.
"Wutu Kunzai is such a treasure of heaven and earth!"
In the deepest part of the cave, a thick layer of gravel was piled on the ground, almost filling most of the cave.
The several "laborers" who were on duty to excavate were all blocked by the gravel. They held a bunch of gravel in their hands and transported it outside the cave.
Jiang Li stood at the top of the cave. A blue-gray shell in front of him was shattered by his shovel, revealing an artifact inside.
But it is a piece of stone shaped like a tortoise shell.
The various patterns on it are intertwined and very clear.
Three grids are formed in the center, corresponding to the three talents of "heaven", "earth" and "man".
The ten surrounding grids correspond to the ten heavenly stems, and there are twenty-four mountain-like grid patterns around the turtle's back.
There are also twelve patterns on the bottom of the stone tablet, corresponding to the twelve earthly branches.
These patterns are combined together to form sixty-four hexagrams.
Although it was just a small piece of stone armor, Jiang Li had the illusion of overlooking the vast mountains and rivers at a glance.
Rough information about this treasure is recorded in the "Jiuzhou Chronicle" in the Secretariat of the Protectorate of the Five Armies.
Kun is thick and loaded with things, and virtue is boundless!
Kunzai is the rudimentary origin of the earth, the bones of the earth, and the foundation and veins of the earth!
With this thing, a continent can be born.
Placed within the sea area, it is a continent stretching for thousands of miles.
If you have great magic power, you can open up space and use it as the foundation of a world to create a Zhongqian world.
It is a hidden treasure that all emperors and aristocratic families can only hope for.
With this thing, a world can be created in the void, which can accommodate hundreds or tens of millions of people to recuperate, train an army, and become the master of a world. As long as the thousands of worlds in this foundation are immortal, they will remain invincible forever. If the entrance to the world is closed, no one can find it.
Even if it is placed in the ocean, an overseas country can be established.
And these treasures of heaven and earth, the emperor's heritage, were quietly suspended in front of Jiang Li at this moment.
"The treasure appears, everyone exits the cave immediately, roll!"
Balaja also faintly felt the vast aura of Wutu Kunzai, and shouted while running wildly.
He knocked aside the layers of gravel in front of him and saw a tall figure standing in front of the blue-gray shell, blocking the treasure from sight.
"The guy who gets in the way, die!"
Balaja suddenly stretched out his claws to grab it while running, and the surrounding Wutu Jingyuan aura was sucked up by the terrifying suction force in his hand, and suddenly retracted and condensed.
If a huge boulder of 10,000 kilograms is involved, it will collapse into the size of a fist in an instant, and the body of a living being will turn into powdered blood and mud.
Wutu Kunzai was born between heaven and earth, and has never been contaminated by the breath of any living being. If blood drips on it, he will immediately identify with such a breath.
Even if this creature dies, the identity of this aura will not change. If you want to erase it, you can only have many masters of ghosts, immortals and Taoism set up formations to refine it day and night. The power required is unimaginable.
This is also the reason why Balaja captured Jiang Li.
However, no matter what size of wind roll the surrounding Wutu Jingyuan aura formed under the action of suction, it could not shake the tall figure in the slightest.
"Martial Saint!"
Balaja realized something almost instantly, and his heart sank suddenly.
And the tall figure also turned around at this time,
"The Turbulent Purgatory Gun!"
The tall figure held the palm of his hand empty, and a cyan spear condensed with true energy appeared instantly. The tip of the spear was raised, and the billowing air waves surged forward, making the wind of essence source energy that had been retracted inward become even more violent.
Baraja had no time to react, and was blown away by the stormy waves and wind, knocking him out of the cave.
With a bang, countless rubbles were shot out like flying arrows. Amidst the surging air waves, Baraja flew out of the cave in embarrassment and rolled to the ground.
The gravel hit him, and a green spear flew out, stabbing directly at Baraja's shoulder.
"Huangtian's great killing technique? It's you again, it's you again!"
Baraja clenched his fist and blasted it out, shattering the green spear, but the entire fist edge was stabbed with blood flowing out.
He roared angrily and screamed to the sky: "Jiang Shirong, you despicable villain, you are the world's best warrior, and you did this to steal treasures!"
"What, Jiang Shirong!"
The Wutu Jingyuan aura fell like wisps in the space, almost cutting off all air and sound. However, the wrath of Balaja Martial Saint roared angrily, and the sound broke through the layers of Jingyuan aura and spread out to an unknown distance.
Not far away, everyone in the Pantheon such as Hadadan Sacrifice and Habibullah Sacrifice stood in horror at the same time.
Jiang Shirong's reputation spread throughout the nine states and shocked the world. Who in the world is not afraid, respectful or intimidated?
Hearing Baraja's voice, Hadadan's first thought was to run away!
Although he was a ghost immortal from the Second Thunder Tribulation, he was not enough to be seen in front of Jiang Shirong, who was rumored to have reached the threshold of human immortality.
At this time, Balaja's second voice came again.
"Hadadan Divine Sacrifice, the Wutu treasure buried here is not loamy soil, but Wutu Kunzai, the bones of the earth, the origin of the earth's prototype!"
"What, Wu Tukunzai!"
Hadadan Sacrifice, Habibullah Priest and others were all shocked.
As high-level priests of the temple, they certainly know the importance of Wutu Kunzai. Its value is no worse than that of a province, or even more valuable.
That is a treasure from heaven and earth that can open up a world!
If the Pantheon can obtain this treasure, it can establish an eternal kingdom of gods in the void and become the most powerful and everlasting sect in the world.
Let God's will last forever.
At this thought, the fear and awe of Jiang Shirong in my heart could only be forgotten.
For the sake of the supreme god, I will not hesitate to die!
What about Jiang Shirong?
Kill, kill, kill, all the information will be revealed!
The Hadadan priest and the chief priest Habibullah flew up almost immediately, but before they could use their magic, a terrifying and terrifying sound erupted in the cave.
The earth was depleted, and the breath of the Wutu essence source within a thousand miles was instantly gone!
(End of chapter)
