Chapter 981: Shenhua Palace
To resolve the God-given disaster, one naturally needs to use the Mingde domain.
But Mingde's territory is only fifty meters in size, which is like an ant trying to shake a tree compared to the entire planet.
However, if it is combined with the Cosmic Star Core, it will be different.
The Cosmic Star Core, a level 7 spiritual material, is one of the important spiritual materials for condensing the divine nature, and is also one of the important spiritual materials for breaking the seal in the sealed land. It has the characteristic: domain expansion.
By taking this spiritual material alone and dissolving it within the soul using spirit particles, the range of the domain being cast will expand infinitely, capped at the current planet. This comes at the cost of significantly reducing the effects of the domain. The greater the range, the greater the reduction in effects.
In other words, it is impossible to copy spiritual weapons around the world.
But it's enough.
This is also the reason why Xia Feng asked Goldfinch to give him all the spiritual materials first.
The three level 7 spiritual materials given by Goldbroom are "Heart-Severing Tree Fruit", "Luo Xiu's Nightmare Eyes", and "Cosmic Star Core".
All three are spiritual materials that can break the seal.
The Yama Legion will also give out a "Cosmic Star Core". Many of the spiritual materials given out by the major forces are duplicated.
Therefore, Xia Feng did not hesitate to use the Cosmic Star Core of the Broom Flower.
Of course, he would not explain his methods to the Plantagenet people, so as to prevent them from guessing his specific abilities.
After pondering for a moment, Xia Feng did not delay. He looked up and swallowed the ball of light that was emitting a stream of red-gold light from his palm. At the same time, he began to mobilize the spirit particles in his body and began to dissolve the object.
This process takes at least 20 minutes.
He sat down cross-legged and began to dissolve with all his strength.
On the other side,
A handsome man in a dark black coat pushed a wheelchair and walked slowly in the middle of a pool of blood on the chaotic street.
As the disaster and poison raged, the interior of Queshen Mountain became like Golden Peacock City, with killing and cruelty rampant, fighting lasers everywhere, and blood and bones falling like rain.
In the wheelchair, the man's calm voice sounded behind the young man: "I have to say, twice, little brother, you are really hard to kill."
Xia Feng slowly opened his eyes. It seemed that although Ke Yanqing was awake, Ke Weiss was still affected by the cause and effect and thought he was his biological brother.
I give up. This guy has been made a generation shorter than he deserves for no reason.
But it's not a big deal, because compared to Kovis's hostility, Xia Feng is more confused about this guy's identity.
When Kovis broke in earlier, the Spirit Refining Tower in Xia Feng's body sensed that this person had an aura of divine power.
The Soul Refining Tower is a relic of the power of the Evil Demon. After obtaining it from the Evil Demon Sea, Xia Feng has only used it a few times. The main reason is that he has not encountered any god-level beings or beings with divine power, let alone such unusual movements as today.
Koves. It seems that he has a certain background. Xia Feng pondered,
Koves also stared at the young man indifferently from behind the wheelchair, his feminine eyes slightly narrowed.
After breaking into the door, he received a message from Sister Qing, saying that he had encountered an enemy on the way to find the Abyss Saint and had a hard battle, so he didn't have time to talk to him.
He couldn't help but worry about whether Sister Qing was injured. Ke Yanqing paused for a moment and said that she had some cuts and some bleeding, but it was nothing serious and he didn't need to worry.
Then he asked him to take his brothers to retreat to the sacred mountain, and warned him that there would be no more than three times the limit and he should not do anything bad to his brothers again.
Koves knew that Sister Qing always told him the truth and never hid anything, so he didn't doubt it anymore.
Although the sound heard in the red rope before really made people think of some strange things, combined with the place where Ke Yanqing went.
Koves could even imagine how Sister Qing could not control her whole body as she was riding on a young boy.
But when I think about it carefully, I feel it is impossible.
Sister Qing attaches great importance to clan norms and etiquette and morality. She is a rigid, serious and arrogant woman at heart.
There is no way I could do such a thing.
The wheelchair slid forward, and Corvis looked at the back of the boy's head with interest. "Brother, tell me, if I left you on this street, how long would it take for you to be caught in the chaos and die?"
Xia Feng was thinking about whether he should take action now and kill Koves to try his luck.
But after some consideration, he decided to give up. After all, Kozelek, An Xingjia and Mrs. An were chasing the transformed spiritual weapon not far away, and it was not advisable to alarm them.
"Oh, who knows? You could give it a try," he replied casually. It was a little strange that they were mortal enemies, yet they were still having such a calm conversation.
Corvez's eyes flashed coldly, and he smiled faintly: "I tried to assassinate you twice, but Sister Qing never punished me harshly. It's as if she doesn't care about you at all. Do you know what this means?"
Good man, trying to sow discord, eh?
Xia Feng complained in his heart, but there was no ripple in his heart. It was just that the voice of Kovis standing behind him was exactly the same as the sound of the red rope, very familiar, which made him subconsciously recall the crazy and crazy way that the maid hung on his waist and stuck out her tongue.
Xia Feng secretly clicked his tongue. Who cares what the brother and sister are thinking? It's all fake anyway.
“Whoosh—”
Just as Koves was staring coldly at the back of Xia Feng's head, thinking about something in his mind, Kozelek and An Xingjia fell from the sky and landed beside the wheelchair-bound boy at the same time, and the energy waves spread out.
Kozelek's long hair was stained with blood, and his plain glasses were also splattered with blood. He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Where is the maid? How did the talk go?"
"It's settled."
Koves had already learned the news from Sister Qing through the red string. He nodded and said indifferently, "The Abyss Saint promised that the disaster in Queshen Mountain can be resolved within half an hour and the global disaster can be resolved within an hour."
A white light flashed across Kozelek's glasses. "Oh? The Abyss Saints really have a solution?"
"Tsk tsk~ This Saint is truly unpredictable." An Xingjia said lazily with dark circles under his eyes.
Corvis frowned: "Do the two masters really believe that the Abyss Saint has this ability?"
An Xingjia shrugged and casually chopped off an approaching transformed spiritual weapon. The twelve seats were naturally skeptical about this, but now they could only place their hopes on the Saint of the Abyss.
Kozelek shook his head and didn't answer, but his eyes suddenly fell on the wheelchair boy. He frowned and seemed a little hesitant: "Who is this?"
Koves was stunned. Teacher Leke didn’t know Conan?
Xia Feng was also shocked. Damn, this guy is not affected by the cause and effect? He’s going to be exposed!
But just when Kovis was wondering what to ask, Yuankong quietly unfolded an ink painting, and a tall woman in a classic blue flag dress walked out of the painting.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella with ink-and-wash mountains and rivers in her hand, she glanced at the earth, took a step, and her whole body turned into ink, and in the next moment she condensed and appeared in the sky.
"Mother has ordered all members of the clan to proceed to Shenhua Palace immediately. No delay is allowed!"
A majestic and holy cold voice resounded throughout Queshen Mountain. After she finished speaking, she tapped the ground with her slender fingers, and countless streams of ink spread out from her fingertips, tying up hundreds of seriously injured tribesmen on the ground. At the same time, she gently told them not to resist.
The maid's majesty and the image of the Virgin Mary were convincing, and everyone flew towards the huge scroll unfolding in the sky.
(End of this chapter)
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