Chapter 594: Creation of the Vault of Heaven?

The stone platform shattered, and countless spiritual lights rushed out immediately.

Everyone's eyes were slightly psychedelic at first. Then there were figures and shadows moving. Towards those brilliance, chasing the past.

Zong Shou narrowed his eyes slightly, and the first thing he caught was a few wisps of purple light.

"—Ziji Dan, Ziji Linghua!"

That is the real Zijin Dan! Now psychic, the Ziji Pill that can prolong life by 30 years!

Zong Shou Yujian swooped down without hesitation, his arms spread wide. Immediately captured a few pieces of purple light.

At this time, there are still several people nearby, trying to compete for the Purple Extreme Pill.

But when they saw Zong Shou rushing over, they sighed helplessly and stepped aside. I really dare not, and I can't compete with it.

Even the desperate people all avoided him one after another and did not get entangled with him.

Except for Ziji Dan, the rest of the buried objects here are somewhat inconsistent with the identity of this king. But for their heavenly monks, it is still a rare treasure.

It's really not worth it at this time, to fight with this guy——

After Zong Shou got a few Ziji Pills, he also collected all the Ziji Spirit Hua.

Looking around again, his brows frown. He casually took a long spear of a sixth-tier French soldier and a black long sword, and ignored the rest.

Although there are many spiritual things here, there are not many that can be used.

He wanted to take them all and bring them back to his subordinates, but he knew that when the water is full, it will overflow, and when the moon is full, it will lose.

The most valuable one here is the Purple Extreme Pill. If you eat meat yourself, you always need some soup for others.

Anyway, all the sects have to give 80% to Qian Tian for all their gains.

And calmly probed for a move. Collect all the piles of spirit stones below into your Qiankun bag.

These spirit stones are the most inconspicuous compared to these rare treasures.

But Zong Shou found hundreds of spirit stones above the third level of the Xuan level in it.

With just such a pile, I can add about two hundred and fifty days to my Zhou Shu. How can you not like it?

The fragments of Yunmeng Daze in Yinlong Valley are far from just the tomb of this king.

Thinking of the expected huge benefits, Zong Shou felt that after going back this time, he would wake up laughing even if he was dreaming.

It was only then that Zong Shou realized that the water wave was standing firmly in the air.

Even if the aura is all over the sky, he is not tempted. Even if it flies past her eyes, there is no intention of fighting for it.

Zong Shou was slightly surprised, but still patient. Take out the weak water body from the spirit mustard ring.

Feed him a Ziji Linghua Pill, and sure enough, the injuries to his internal organs are rapidly improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Judging from the situation, there is no need for Xuanyuan Yiren to take care of him, at most three to five hours, Ruoshui can recover completely and wake up.

My mind was instantly relaxed, and I completely let go. Zong Shou leaned towards Shui Lingbo with a smile on his face.

"Why is junior sister in a daze? If you don't make a move, I'm afraid there will be no chance—"

Ruoshui recovered from his injury, Zong Shou was in a good mood, so he was also in the mood, and made a joke about Shui Lingbo.

Shui Lingbo was instantly angry, and turned his head to give Zong Shou a hard look. I thought that one day, I would surpass this son in the Xuanming Golden Book!

Right now, he could only helplessly respond, and then let out a disdainful cold sneer: "It's just some rubbish, what good guns are there? Only you can look at it. It's ridiculous that this king is in vain as the overlord of the world. As a result, si In the end, he became a poor ghost, really pitiful—"

Zong Shou listened, and then he remembered this Fairy Taiyuan, but under the emperor, the real person with the best luck.

In the past few decades, I don't know how many rare treasures have been obtained. Inside the "Qihang Watermark", there is also a Martial Saint Golden Elixir,

It's no wonder that they don't look down on the things here.

Very much despised that King Xiang, Shui Lingbo pointed down with his tender fingers: "It's you, if you don't take that thing, someone else will take it away?"

What Shui Lingbo was pointing at was the top of the high platform. After that outer layer shattered. Inside is another jade stone platform. And the top one is a golden "Qihang Watermark" throne. Carved with nine heads in the shape of a dragon, it looks luxurious and solemn.

But if you look carefully with your spiritual eyes, you can see countless blood-red evil spirits lingering on it.

Zong Shou glanced at it briefly, but didn't care: "I don't like this thing very much, and my temperament doesn't match. If they can take it away, there's nothing wrong with it——"

Even though he said that in his mouth, he felt a bit of entanglement in his heart.

Just now when he first saw the throne, he already felt something was wrong. Between him and this thing, there is not only almost repulsion and disgust, but also an extremely strong attraction.

More precisely, it should be hunger and thirst——

At the most extreme time, it almost made him lose his mind, hallucinations abounded in his sea of ​​consciousness, and he subconsciously wanted to touch it. In the end, it was the Emperor Abi who spontaneously disconnected from him, and then he came to his senses.

He couldn't tell what it was like, but Zong Shou always felt that if he sat on it, something would happen. Something will be changed.

Whether it’s good or bad, I don’t know——

The only thing that is certain is that the Abi Throne obviously already has its own rudimentary weapon spirit, and will choose its master by itself.

And I am afraid that I have been excluded by the throne.

Could it be that the spiritual wave that I felt outside the Yinlong Valley before is this thing?

"You are really weird! This Abi Throne was refined by the first emperor who collected countless spiritual gold from the world to resist the encroachment of the king's "Qihang Watermark" Dao Qi. Such a treasure, you are actually willing to let people—”

Shui Lingbo shook his head, really too lazy to say anything else. Since Zong Shou doesn't want it, can he force it?

While the two were talking, a ninth-level spiritual practitioner had already reached the top of the high platform.

With ecstasy on his face, he grabbed the throne. When he was about to collect it, his face was terrified.

Then the whole person suddenly shrank. In an instant, the flesh and blood seemed to be drained away. From top to bottom, only a skeleton remains.

Until the end, the whole body turned into sand and turned into dust.

Several monks around who wanted to compete were obviously taken aback. But still unwilling, still trying to collect.

Having learned from the past, naturally I dare not touch it with my hands again. Each cast their spiritual methods and try to absorb them.

But every time the spiritual energy breathed and touched the Abi Throne, the energy, blood and essence in the "Watermark of Sailing" of the human body rushed out one after another.

In an instant, there were four ninth-rank monks around the throne. Turned into dust. Only two people escaped by chance. But most of the skin, bones and flesh were also melted away, and the shape was miserable.

Shui Lingbo and Zong Shou looked at each other in dismay, and then the former nodded slightly: "That's right! It's better not to touch this thing for now!"

Zong Shou also felt afraid, this Abi Throne is even more domineering than his Tun Tian Yuan Hua Jue.

If he 'swallowed' a person, at least there would be some scum left. This Abi Throne, however, has no scum left.

If you move this thing rashly. At this time, I really don't know what will happen.

Suddenly there was an alarm in my heart, and I looked up at the sky. I saw another cloud of light and shadow coming from the sky.

The aura was so dazzling that people subconsciously averted their eyes. But immediately felt something was wrong, and looked carefully again. I saw that in the brilliance, it was in the shape of a book.

"It's Yushu!"

"It's really here!"

I don't know who it was, but first let out an exclamation. After that, almost everyone turned their attention to the past. Even those who were chasing the aura and got a few pieces stopped and looked over. There was a dash of fanaticism in the surprised expression.

Zong Shou also frowned, converging his soul power into his eyes, penetrating the spiritual light.

Then his expression was a little different.

On the surface of the book, there is indeed the words "Genesis Creation Record". But this feeling, why is it a little different from his "Book of Life of Zhou Ji"——

And in the legend, shouldn't they be one in the two books of the universe?

Why at this time, this book of life in the depths of my soul. Why is there no reaction at all?

All kinds of doubts arose in his heart, but Zong Shou had no time to think about it.

What is the truth, you always need to hold it in your hand and look at it to know the reason.

Shui Lingbo let out a soft chirp, and suddenly rose into the air. A group of fine golden nets shrouded the "Vault of Creation" far away.

"Zong Shou, I'm going to decide on this Yushu! If you dare to fight, don't blame me for being merciless—"

Zong Shou raised the corner of his lips when he heard the words, and also drew his sword, flying into the air, and said with a soft smile: "Whoever can take it away depends on his ability. I won't give in—"

Regardless of whether this thing is "Genesis of the Universe" or not, he is bound to get it!

"You said that sentence!"

Shui Lingbo let out a muffled snort, seeing the thin net, it was about to cover the earthy yellow "Qihang watermark" color book.

But only a sword light was seen. Suddenly rose into the sky. Containing the meaning of breaking and destroying, it was just right, and the fine net was deflected away.

"Desire!"

Looking ahead from afar, Yushu was already far away from that desperate desire, but within a short distance, Shui Lingbo's pupils shrank instantly. It was another blade shadow, cutting across the void.

Cutting off the time, making you desperate is a last resort, so you can only fly backwards to avoid it.

This Li Wuhui has just been forced to retreat from despair. There was no injury on the other side, and it was also a sword, flying down. Thousands of spirits exploded, breaking Li Wuhui's figure far away!

Several people clashed and competed, and they had already fought several times in an instant. But no one was able to get close to the "Record of the Creation of the Vault", but was pushed further and further away by the sword light and the shadow of the sword.

As for those ninth-rank monks, they can't get close at all. Where Jianguang Dao is aggressive, there is often only spare energy, which is enough to kill.

It can only be pale, looking at the fierce fighting of several people from a distance. Already completely stopped, snatching the thought of "Genesis of the Universe".

Zong Shou was the last to make a shot, but he came first. Just when several people were holding each other to fight fiercely, they took a sudden step and stepped to a distance of about 100 meters from the "Genesis Creation Record".

Several people around were startled for a moment. Just when he was at a loss, not knowing whether he should continue to fight. That original was not injured, but it was already a sword light from his subordinates, rushing down.