Chapter 107: Clues of a suspected time traveler
This trace of will is almost wiped out.
It is a good time to refine the soul.
But this behavior is tantamount to serious blasphemy to the God of Curse.
"You are dead. All the treasures and opportunities you carry will become mine."
"You actually tried to extract a trace of my will and refine my soul. Do you think my true body can't sense it?"
"Even if the five treasures on your body can cut off the fate and cause and effect, the methods of the gods are not something you, a mere Dharma realm, can imagine."
"Wait! Wait!!"
Her words faded away.
Eventually dissipated into nothingness.
That ray of divine will was also completely annihilated.
"well."
Zong Shen sighed softly.
I feel quite sorry about it.
The memory of the God of Curse can be described as massive.
After all, it has gone through a long time, with countless incarnations and various wills coming, as well as the prayers of countless believers and the cries and curses of resentful spirits.
The amount of information is overwhelming.
Extracting the soul in such a short time cannot obtain any useful information.
"What a pity! That tattoo must be related to the Earth!"
When Zong Shen pulled off the veil of the God of Curse, the thumb-sized circular tattoo he saw was a pattern of the Earth.
The shapes of the continents are extremely clear, and even the longitude and latitude lines are depicted.
Although he only saw it for a moment, Zong Shen was certain of it.
The God of Curse often carves the conquered and sacrificed worlds on his body in the form of rune tattoos.
For example, the resentful spirits that made up the fallen spirits before.
Those tattoos carved on the body are all transformed from powerful creatures that were cursed or sacrificed to death.
"Could it be that Earth is also a space-time plane that was attacked and refined by them?"
"But as far as I know, the Earth is not in the basic great plane of the Pantheon Continent. It is very likely to be in a certain "outside the tree" plane, separated by countless basic great planes."
"But this earth tattoo is definitely not a coincidence. It must have some great connection with the God of Curse!"
"Otherwise she wouldn't have tattooed it on her face and covered it with a face scarf!"
"Could it be that the other party is also a time traveler?"
"It seems that only by finding the true body of the God of Curse in the future can we get the truth of all this."
A bold guess came to Zong Shen's mind.
The Amanra Rift Valley in front of us.
We will have to explore it carefully later!
"call!"
He let out a breath of foul air.
Crossing two major levels and defeating a god-level master is also a big challenge for him now.
He waved his hand, and the green jade wine jar in the sky was brought down by him.
Inside, there is a small ball of pure divine light.
Divine Light is a very special existence. No matter what space magic weapon you use, once it is collected, it will condense into a ball.
No matter how much space is opened up inside, it will not spread.
However, just this small ball of pure divine light is amazing.
Although Zong Shen can't use it.
However, it is better than any elixir for the outstanding disciples of Tianzong Holy Land to use in enhancing their physique and talents.
Moreover, if the pure divine light is given to Zong Qiming, Zong Qitian and others to take, the effects will last within three to two years.
It will allow them to become sub-saint-level strongmen at the 28th level of the Dharma Realm and the realm of domain following the mind.
Extraordinary effectiveness.
“Swish!”
The five treasures disappeared from Zong Shen's body.
The image is restored to its original state.
He raised his head and looked up into the sky.
"Dahei, Shuying and Hua Xiaotu, they should be coming out soon."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Even a dark crack appeared in the space.
A ferocious beast from ancient times walked out holding a shield and a spear.
Big black!
Behind it, a huge gate to the holy kingdom appears and disappears from time to time.
Three holy chiefs of the Yellow Sand Tribe had been killed by it, and their bodies and souls were built under the foundation of the Holy Kingdom's Gate.
Transform into nutrients to nourish the entire holy kingdom.
“Swish!”
Dahei's spiritual sense swept across tens of millions of miles, but found no living creature.
The strangest thing was that there was not even a corpse. There was only a cloud of green poisonous fog that spread for tens of millions of miles and was drifting towards the depths of the endless desert in the distance.
It suddenly transformed into a three-foot-long mini black pig.
He moved and came behind Zong Shen.
"Master, what just happened?"
"Where are the Nine-Turn Hundred-Captain Warships and the Great Demon Legion?"
"Why are they all gone?"
It was very confused, but it was not worried about Shuying and Hua Xiaotu who were also taking action against the Saint-level Chief.
Zong Shen shook his head and motioned Dahei to wait a moment.
Not long after, Shuying and Hua Xiaotu also walked out of the void.
Look calm and composed.
"Master, these chieftains of the Yellow Sand Tribe are too weak. Not only is their holy power spotty, but their skills are also too poor."
Shuying came to Zongshen and said with a smile.
However, the little rabbit holding the flower glanced across the earth, and a trace of worry flashed across its face.
"Don't worry, something just happened."
"Let's go. I'll take you back to Qingtian Peak first."
"Don't worry about the Yellow Sand Tribe for now. This poisonous fog that spreads over tens of millions of miles is enough to give them a headache."
Zong Shen cut open the void in front of him and was about to dive into it.
"Um?"
His mind suddenly moved, and a familiar breath appeared in his perception.
"It turned out to be him. He actually came to my door on his own initiative."
Zong Shen stood in front of the space crack.
Sneered.
The palm of the hand gently brushed in front of the face.
A picture immediately appeared before my eyes.
An old man in a crane robe was standing on a tall hill far away from here, peering at something in a certain direction.
Suddenly, he seemed to be aware of the picture and Zong Shen behind the picture, with a shocked expression on his face.
“This…you…!”
As soon as he turned around, he used his secret technique to escape!
Zong Shen found it a little funny, opened his palm, and grabbed the old man in the picture.
The old man's body had just risen up when he was caught by Zong Shen's palm.
It was immediately pulled out of the picture.
He threw it at his feet.
"Master Chen, how is this drama? Is it good?"
Zong Shen smiled slightly.
There is danger in that smile.
The old emperor of the Southern Heavenly Immortal Dynasty came back to reorganize the court, but this guy was not around.
It turned out that he was hiding directly in the endless desert.
"Please spare me, I am willing to surrender!"
Knowing that there was no hope of escape, Master Chen immediately knelt on the ground.
Zong Shen smiled and walked behind him.
He helped him up and brushed the dust off him.
"You, remember to choose a good master next time. Trash like the Huangsha Clan have no future."
After saying that, he grinned and walked into the space crack with the three Demon Saints of Qingtian Peak.
Master Chen's face turned from blue to red, and his beard trembled.
Such insults hurt his self-esteem.
After watching the space become stable.
"Tianzong Holy Land!"
"I want your sect to be overthrown!"
He turned around suddenly and headed towards the depths of the endless desert.
But before he could circulate his spiritual power.
The golden elixir of Dharma in the body began to expand uncontrollably.
The violent energy first expands and then begins to compress.
"Self-destruction??!"
"No! I hate..."
“Bang!”
After a loud bang that spread thousands of miles.
The world is clear and bright!
(End of this chapter)
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