Volume 4 Southern Xinjiang

Chapter 424: The Storm Rises Again

At this time, he took out this treasure naturally not to refine it, when he just got the axe of the Heavenly Punishment, the Holy Ancestor told himself very clearly that the axe was an ancient holy weapon, if it was known by those big people, he would definitely not let him go, as for refining, even the Holy True Man could not do it.

However, in the end, the Holy Ancestor also said a word, which made him very excited, if he could collect such treasures into the Sea of Consciousness and use his divine sense to nourish him for thousands of years, he could control it.

Although he has not yet cultivated as a saint, no one would have thought that his knowledge of the sea can already store things, the first thing is the helmet, although he has no way to take it, at least he knows that his knowledge of the sea can store some treasures.

Later, in the Abyss of Brahma Fire, when refining that will, he had the mentality of trying, and the result was really successful.

Now he is ready to collect these two treasures that cannot be refined into the sea of knowledge space, even if he doesn't live for thousands of years, is there a safer place than hiding things in his sea of knowledge?

Having made up his mind, he didn't hesitate any longer, and with a wave of his right hand, the Vulcan floated silently in front of him, his divine sense slowly wrapping it around like a silk net.

Since the spirit treasure has a machine spirit, this fire god is definitely no exception, of course, he does not plan to refine and conquer it at this time, but to communicate with it, as for whether the machine spirit ignores himself, he has no way of knowing.

Perhaps he didn't feel the threat of conquest, the fire god floated quietly, allowing the divine sense to wrap it, but those majestys couldn't be covered at all, Yao Ze only felt very depressed.

From the time he was refining the black and white scissors, he had some experience, and the more he resisted these majestys, the greater those majestys would be, and the treasures had spirits at all.

Now he opened his mind and no longer had the slightest resistance to those coercions, and soon those coercions were no longer so suffocating and oppressive like flowing water through fishing nets.

Time passed slowly like this, although there would be no loss of mana, but the consumption of divine consciousness was unimaginable, and a Yuan Infant would not dare to be like him.

After a month, his face slowly turned pale, after the second month, his forehead began to slowly cover with beads of sweat, and after the third month, his hands began to tremble.

However, his gaze was still calm, and there seemed to be some joy, and time seemed to have frozen in this ashram.

When the time of the hundred days had just arrived, the fire god that had been floating all this time began to emit a misty golden light, and then began to slowly spin.

Yao Ze's eyes were excited, watching as the fire god turned faster and faster, and finally turned into a ball of golden light.

Although his hands were trembling constantly, they still seemed so powerful to hold them, and with a low shout, the golden light became smaller and smaller, directly sinking into his eyebrows and disappearing.

Yao Ze gasped heavily, bursts of dizziness came, he really wanted to lie down and fall asleep, and an ordinary face seemed to appear in front of him, staring at him silently.

Hands forcibly struggled to set up, directly run the Mixed Yuan Pei Divine Technique, at this time the consumption of divine consciousness has been nearly forty percent, the last time the consumption was more serious, he still didn't understand the ancient Lin beast's skin, and used it at will, and almost fainted as a result.

His divine consciousness was originally twice as much as that of ordinary monks, and if ordinary monks lost so much divine consciousness, they would definitely have become idiots, and he also relied on his strong capital to take a risk.

Three days later, the closed eyes finally opened, and a wry smile appeared on his pale face, he originally planned not to retreat, it seems that he must retreat and cultivate this time, the consumption of his divine consciousness is far beyond expectations, even if he has the Mixed Yuan Cultivation Divine Technique, it will take two or three years to fully recover.

But when he opened his inner look, he still couldn't hide the excitement.

On the endless sea, a dark helmet floated silently, a purple-black sledgehammer and a jade-like bow lined up on either side of the helmet, like two loyal guards.

Yao Ze was surprised when he saw "tsk", it seems that this helmet that can't get rid of has established his status as a king so quickly, maybe when he cultivates himself, he can manipulate it.

The phantom inside the purple hammer still seemed to be very quiet, and the one who had been rampaging inside was now lying motionless there.

It's impossible to know if the will has merged with the Purple Electric Hammer, but as long as there are no anomalies, it's a kind of progress.

However, when he cultivated again, he found that there was something abnormal, and the speed of the Mixed Yuan Cultivation Divine Technique was actually a little faster!

This was a pleasant surprise to him, since the consummation of the "Heavenly Realm", there had been no change in the Mixed Yuan Cultivation Divine Technique for a long time, but he didn't expect that after these huge consumptions, the speed of the stimulating law decision would be faster.

Don't underestimate this change, originally this cultivation technique "Dao Realm" only has a name, not a formula, but now this change has pointed out the direction of his future cultivation, that is, to completely consume his divine sense, and then cultivate it.

It's just that this kind of consumption must also be within the range that you can bear, otherwise you will be the same as that Pachu Mountain Daoist.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he soon entered the state of cultivation, in the endless void, the legendary seven purple stars still emitted purple light, and those rays of light seemed to pass through countless interfaces, Yao Zezhi's black and white light balls in the sea were also echoed, and the light sprinkled towards the sea and land was even softer, and countless cyan spikes began to poke their heads out.

Even Yao Ze himself didn't know all this, he only knew that he had run the Mixed Yuan Cultivation Divine Technique over and over again, and he had already entered the realm of God and Heaven, ignorance and unawareness.

The southern Xinjiang continent is vast, and the three major tribes are composed of countless small tribes, and these small tribes are sheltered, and naturally they also have to pay a price, in addition to those qualified babies who will be taken away as soon as they are born, those mortals also have to take turns digging ore and handing over cattle and sheep.

Naturally, there was a strict system between the tribes, and the phenomenon of internal strife was absolutely not allowed, and of course, no matter where it was, the system was always designed to restrain the weak.

At this time, in a big tent, a young monk was angrily scolding something, only to see that the young man's facial features were also distinct, and a pair of slender peach blossom eyes were full of anger.

"What are you Essy, believe it or not, one less sneeze can wipe out the entire tribe? Is it long overdue for you, the patriarch, to be replaced?"

The patriarch who was reprimanded by him seemed neither humble nor arrogant, dressed in a snow-white robe, his hair was as bright as silver, and his eyes were full of endless vicissitudes.

He sat there, his back straight, and he still looked elegant and elegant in the face of the intimidation of the young man who was full of anger, but he had the cultivation of the late stage of the Yudan period.

"Zeng Daoyou, the Aixi tribe has existed for thousands of years, and thousands of people from all over the clan have always been born and raised on the grassland, where can there be any spies?"

"Haha, born and raised? You dare to vouch for the heads of thousands of people? A monk of unknown origin must be suspected of being a spy!"

The young man's words were extremely harsh, but the patriarch looked indifferent, "Why is Zeng Daoyou so aggressive? When the little girl first came, she had already explained the situation to Hong Daoyou, and at that time, Hong Daoyou had already issued an identity document, couldn't the Great Elder testify?"

The so-called Zeng Daoyou stretched his shirt and did not hide the arrogance in his eyes, "The Great Elder can't ignore the rules, anyone of unknown origin can be regarded as a spy, and the patriarch of the Van Patriarch won't be ignorant of the means of treating spies in the clan, right?"

The last sentence was obviously a bit calm, and the breezy Sanskrit patriarch was also shocked, and all the people involved in the clan would be slaughtered and bloody.

He was silent for a while, and the young monk didn't urge, but only sneered there.

Finally, the patriarch sighed lightly, "Zeng Daoyou, the little girl is really not here, Miss Shui asked her out some time ago, and she really didn't mean to perfunctory Zeng Daoyou." ”

When the young monk heard "Miss Shui", his face froze, and his eyes were quickly full of anger, "Don't try to use Senior Sister Shui as a shield! Give you a chance, in a month, Ben Shao will come again, if the Sanskrit patriarch still pushes three or four times, Ben Shao will no longer show favoritism, and report to the elders to discuss the matter of the spy! Haha......"

In the sneer, the arrogant figure disappeared.

The patriarch shook his silver hair, and let out a long breath, his eyes full of exhaustion, "Let's let Xue'er return to the Lingxi Continent as soon as possible." ”

On the third day, two beautiful women came to the big tent, and a girl came first, dressed in a blue cigarette shirt, with a beautiful appearance, a graceful figure, a beautiful jade glow between the eyebrows, a round face, a pair of big black eyes, and a clever one.

Next to him is a stunning beauty, wearing a tender yellow shirt, Chu Chu is moving, a melon seed face, her skin is brighter than snow, and her eyebrows are picturesque, if Yao Ze is here, she will definitely exclaim.

This woman was actually the daughter of the Hundred Flowers Sect Master of the Lingxi Continent, Ying Xue! She also participated in the training of the Ice Rock Cemetery with Yao Ze back then, but she didn't expect her to come to Southern Xinjiang.

"What? That Senior Brother Zeng came to find Sister Yingxue again? Damn, sister, we don't have to pay attention to him!"

The Sanskrit patriarch looked kind, "Xue'er, you've seen me too, why don't you go back and go back to your mother......"

Sakura Xue's face was not abnormal, as if she was talking about someone else's business, but she just shook her head, "How can I leave immediately when I just came?" ”

The silver-haired patriarch was smiling, but there was worry in his eyes, and just after a month, the arrogant figure had indeed arrived again.

"Sister Xue'er, this time Brother Wei finally saw you! Do you know how many times Brother Wei ran back and forth?"

As soon as that Zeng Daoyou saw Ying Xue, those arrogances had already been left behind, and with a sneer on his face, Ying Xue seemed to be looking at a stone, and there was no change in his eyes.

"This Zeng Daoyou, you seem to have recognized the wrong person, there is no Sister Xue'er here. ”