17 centuries ago, the cross-section of the extraordinary central world became more and more bizarre and more and more dangerous. It was guided by the sky bone fire and blood lanterns in the early days, but now it is marked by the Yuanshen sacred objects!
This is a road that leads into the dark unknown.
Wang Xuan looked serious. After arriving here, he was on high alert and did not dare to be careless. He approached the "Chlorophytum" with great seriousness!
No wonder this sacred object withered. Its main root was cut off, and the cross section was smooth and flat.
The sharp weapon cut through and only left some small roots stuck in the void.
It is more than one meter tall and still retains the charm of Taoism.
No matter the roots or leaves, even when they are withered and yellow, they still have a faint metallic luster and retain a sharp aura. One can imagine that this holy object must have been extraordinary back then.
The most important thing is that Wang Xuan I poured a pool of blood on the holy object, and a little blood also fell on a part far away.
He searched carefully and found a faint trace of blood leading to the darkness in the distance.
Wang Xuan was moved. The holy object was stained with blood, and a blood line was connected to the distant place!
He walked forward cautiously for a distance and looked around with his spiritual eyes. He found that the entire area in front of him had collapsed. Except for the remaining bloodstains, it seemed that this place was swallowed by something! It left behind a broken void.
"Whose blood is the blood of the owner of the holy object or the blood of the unknown creature who cut off the roots of the holy object?" Wang Xuan stood here and watched for a long time.
There was no clue here so he continued on his way.
Using the holy object as a signpost, he leads to a deep unknown place. It is extremely dark along the way, and the only sound that can be heard in the whole world is his heartbeat.
Soon he approached the second relic he had discovered earlier, a rotten sword.
This sword can be called a greatsword. No wonder it can be seen glowing from a long distance. It is tens of thousands of miles long and inserted into the void.
Compared to the vast universe, this is insignificant. But the fact that a sacred object of the Yuanshen still shows such a magnificent form after a long period of silence can still explain something.
The sword is blue in color and most of it is rotten.
Some of the most serious injuries had holes in the handle and the middle of the sword body, almost breaking off.
If the sacred objects of the Yuanshen God have life, then the spider plant and this sword would have been killed by someone else!
One had its taproot cut off and the other had its body chiseled through.
This sword is more majestic than a mountain and longer than the diameter of an asteroid.
Wang Xuan walked around it and found inexplicable blood again. This time the blood was slightly blue. He thought, could it really be the blood of the owner of the Yuanshen divine artifact?
After all, these should all be the relics of the old saints, and they are losers, and the final outcome will be total annihilation.
He followed the blood trail to look for me. The blood trail was intermittent. If it was supplemented by humans, it would look like a blood line wrapped around the sword and extending into the distance.
The blood line disappeared into the darkness at the end. The space there also seemed to have been gnawed or dug by something, and the clue was broken.
Wang Xuan frowned and set off again.
Although this is the scene of a murder, 17 centuries have passed and many people have explored it since then, so it shouldn't be dangerous.
Otherwise, Wang Xuan would have stopped and would not have gone any further. Of course, the others would have missed many "spectacles" along the way, which they would not have seen without the foundation of level 6.
Wang Xuan walked alone in the darkness along the boundless, deep and endless section of the universe.
The 6 holy objects that cleared the way were all very active and did not need to be activated or hovering over his head or leading the way.
He had already seen the third leaf and others appearing far ahead.
Yu Xuan traveled all the way like a lonely traveler and discovered that all five holy objects had been "killed" by someone 17 centuries ago.
A broken bell with blood stains and a blood line leading to the distance.
There is also a living sacred object - a silver silkworm that was halfway through its cocoon and transformed into a butterfly. When it was halfway through, the head was cut off, leaving only the body and the butterfly wings that had not yet spread.
When a seal is cut, its spirituality is lost.
All five sacred objects of the Yuan God were cut off, and they had one thing in common: there were blood lines extending into the distance, but at the end of the darkness there was thick blood, and it seemed that there had been a murder.
Wang Xuan pondered, could it be that behind every holy object there is a saint?
He has always been in doubt and seeking answers about the origin of the sacred Yuanshen artifact.
Perhaps the ultimate origin and truth of the holy relics can be discovered here.
He looked at his six holy objects and found nothing unusual.
Wang Xuan felt that he was almost there, approaching the so-called birthplace of mythology. After discovering five holy relics signposts in succession, he already felt
A feeling of oppression.
Just in the distant front, there was a faint light rising, and as he pushed his spiritual eye to the limit and triggered his super divine perception, he captured the majestic rhyme of Tao.
When he came into contact with that kind of Tao rhyme, the world before his eyes changed, it became completely different. The distance was no longer pitch black, and the faint light turned into a majestic texture, becoming extremely dazzling.
There seemed to be a vast world of light there, sealed off by dust. The further one looked at it, the more one felt as if they were about to suffocate, with brilliant divine light reaching up to the sky.
It was a bit strange. Wang Xuan stared at it. It looked bright and dazzling, but it made him feel depressed and suffocated.
That place was not very good. He even smelled the scent of the soul's blood.
Suddenly, a shrill cry, piercing through gold and splitting rocks, sounded in the dark void of the universe, spreading to the cross-section world, and causing a faint ripple nearby.
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