spirit walker

Chapter 452
Zhang Yuanqing summoned Xiaodoubi and Ghost Bride, and ordered:

"You two stay here. If someone breaks in and tries to take the key away, notify me immediately."

This is a necessary precaution. In case someone tried to take the jade plate away during their entry into Gaotianyuan, Zhang Yuanqing would be able to know in advance through the spirit servant, and then use the teleportation jade talisman to stop it.

——Once the gate of Gaotianyuan is closed, the teleportation jade talisman will become invalid.

Because the teleportation jade talisman is a tool of the quality of a saint, and the space of Gao Tianyuan is obviously higher than that of a saint.

The ghost bride picked up the baby spirit and said softly:
"My husband, be careful, the slave family will guard the door for you."

Just stop killing the palace lord who can't understand the communication of the spirit body, or you will suffer, my lady. Zhang Yuanqing looked back at the slim palace lord.

He still softened his heart and did not pursue the matter of Emperor Wa and his father's relics.

On the way to the island country by private plane, Zhang Yuanqing originally wanted to put on a face and fight coldly, but the palace master was too good at making jokes with a smile, and said some ambiguous sweet words, so he coaxed the hard-hearted Zhang Yuanqing.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't like this at first, so he said coldly:

"I know the musician's ability, let's not do this, the palace master should use it on other men."

The palace lord rested his cheeks and stared at him:
"But I only want to use it on you alone."

Zhang Yuanqing surrendered.

"Sweet talk" is the unique passivity of musicians. They can always soften a man's heart and steely will through their soft voice.

Xie Lingxi is also very good at this, she can put herself in a pitiful position, and the passivity of the musician plays a vital role.

Zhang Yuanqing wondered if the palace lord had quietly led them a red line, otherwise, with the decisive killing of Master Tianzun, how could he be indulged in beauty?

But he has no proof.

"Go in," he said.

Without waiting for the palace lord to nod, he stepped into the gate of light first.

In the next second, he returned to Gao Tianyuan, a dark space without stars and moon.

"This is a dead paradise, with no spiritual power, no vitality, and even oxygen is very thin." The voice of Palace Master Zhisha came from behind, and she examined the silent darkness ahead with great interest.

"I'm very surprised why Gao Tianyuan wasn't taken away by the spirit realm." Zhang Yuanqing said.

The Lord of the Killing Palace said:

"There are two possibilities. First, for some reason, Lingjing deliberately avoided this space. Second, there are items of unimaginably high grade here, and Lingjing cannot take them away.

"I'm more inclined to the former, because the power of the spiritual realm is beyond our imagination. Xiao Mian, let's light the fire!"

Zhang Yuanqing took out the yin and yang robe, put it on his body, and raised his hands to the sky.

"Whoo~"

The flames rose, piercing the darkness, and a fireball with a diameter of ten meters floated above the heads of the two.

A [-]-meter radius was dyed a layer of shaking orange.

Dense red threads sprang out from behind the master of the killing palace, like saffron whiskers, clung to the fireball, and lifted it into the air tens of meters high.

Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to take a step back and looked behind the palace lord, only to see the slender and dense red thread extending from the skirt.

Sure enough, this gorgeous and exquisite ancient long dress is a magical weapon, and its level is definitely not low. No wonder she has been wearing Zhang Yuanqing for a long time.

"Let's go!"

The palace master didn't pay attention to the small movements of the noodles, and went straight up the stone steps.

They didn't run deliberately, and climbed the mottled and cracked stone steps at a swift and constant speed.

Every few minutes, Zhang Yuanqing would look up at the dazzling fireball, with a doubt in his heart:
How can it burn for so long?
The fireball needs spiritual power to burn, and if it is separated from the yin-yang robe, who will provide it with spiritual power?
Although the palace lord is the ruler, the musician does not have fire control skills.

"At level 7, the core skill is resuscitation, which can make dead people, damaged props, and even dissipated skills come back again." Palace Master Zhisha saw his doubts and explained:

"This kind of low-level skill, I can keep him revived forever, and it will never go out until the spiritual power is exhausted."

Very powerful ability, the musician is indeed the strongest support, none of them Zhang Yuanqing asked:
"Are there any restrictions?"

"Targets beyond the level cannot be revived. The revival is temporary, and a revival can only last for 10 minutes." The palace master calmly stated the limitation of the skill, and said with a smile:
"Look, how much this palace lord loves you, and has devoted his heart and soul to you."

A woman's mouth is a deceitful ghost!Zhang Yuanqing sighed in his heart.

The two stopped talking nonsense, passed through the Qin Dynasty buildings located on the mountainside, climbed for another half an hour, and finally reached the top of the mountain.

A bronze sacred tree like a giant pillar of the sky stands on the top of the mountain. Compared with it, the fireball with a diameter of ten meters is like a tiny firefly.

The light of the fire passed through the darkness of hundreds of meters, and when it shone on the bronze trunk, there was only a faint yellow afterglow.

The master of the Palace of Killing stared blankly at the sacred tree in front of him, and his eyes under the mask were shining with emotions such as excitement and joy.

Like a devout believer, he saw God on his pilgrimage.

She didn't hide these emotions, which Zhang Yuanqing saw.

She knows the meaning of the bronze sacred tree, she has a deep understanding of the bronze sacred tree, before I told her Gao Tianyuan
The owner of Zhisha Palace may not know Gao Tianyuan and the Bronze Sacred Tree, but she knows Wahuang very well. When I told her that there is a Bronze Sacred Tree left by Wahuang here, she guessed the symbolic meaning of the Bronze Sacred Tree.

Zhang Yuanqing made an interpretation in his heart.

"Give me the Double Dragon Jade." The palace lord stretched out her tender and exquisite little hand.

Zhang Yuanqing handed it out almost without hesitation.

She took the Shuanglongyu and flew up in the wind, her skirt fluttering like a beautiful red butterfly, flying towards the bronze sacred tree.

The Master of the Killing Palace stood still in front of the sacred tree, exerted a little force with his fingertips, and there was a slight "bang", the double dragon jade shattered, and the two lifelike five-clawed dragons turned into dust, only the ruby ​​in the center remained.

She held the crystal-clear ruby ​​and stretched out to the carved tree trunk.

The moment the ruby ​​touched the trunk, it melted.

The dark red streamer traveled along the pattern of the trunk, like pushing dominoes, spread rapidly, lighting up the trunk, lighting up the branches, and finally lighting up the entire bronze sacred tree.

This process lasted for 10 minutes. It is too huge. The tallest building in human history is less than one-third of it.

The Master of the Killing Palace dispersed the lighting fireball, and the red light from the bronze sacred tree illuminated the entire Gaotianyuan, coating the world with a layer of soft red light.

It came back to life, and the divine blood of Emperor Wa activated this giant tree.

"It's spectacular!" Zhang Yuanqing said in a low voice.

After the words fell, he heard a deep and heavy "boom" sound coming from inside the Bronze Sacred Tree.

Immediately, the tree trunk like a city wall slowly split open, revealing the interior.

The bronze tree is extremely huge, but the internal space is very small, as small as a cave repaired by an expert outside the world.

The inside of the cave is tender red, the ground and walls are not stone, not bronze, but pulsating flesh walls, with blood vessels faintly visible.

A little sank. Zhang Yuanqing stood at the entrance of the cave, scanning the scene inside the cave vigilantly.

The previous guess is correct. This bronze sacred tree is not a sculpture, but a living thing. It is really a tree, but it has nothing to do with a tree. It has a bronze shell and flesh and blood inside.

The cave is not big. Facing the entrance of the cave is a bronze bed, three meters long and one meter wide. There are no pillows or quilts on the bed, only a bronze pot with green spots.

The bronze pot was poured, the curved spout glowed with golden brilliance, and a drop of golden liquid hung on the spout like a dewdrop.

The water droplets formed a shallow pit on the ground, and the golden liquid in the pit was almost dry.

In addition to these, beside the bronze bed, there are also scattered bronze plates, piled up in a mess.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly remembered the water pool outside the bronze tree, and it was certain that the undead spring in the water pool was caused by the overflow of liquid in the pot.

But somehow, the liquid in the jug was exhausted, and the pool of water outside the tree dried up.

The master of the Palace of Killing was short of breath, quickly stepped into the bronze tree hole, bypassed the puddle, stopped beside the bronze bed, and picked up the small and exquisite bronze pot.

She stared down at the bronze pot, rubbed her fingertips, and murmured:

"It really is here. This is the place where Emperor Wa practiced in ancient times."

Zhang Yuanqing asked curiously, "What is it?"

The Master of the Killing Palace thought for a while and said:
"It has a name called the demon refining pot. According to myths and legends, it possesses incredible power. It can create life and refine evil spirits.

"But its true face is the most original power of the musician profession, and it is the treasure that demigod musicians dream of."

The most original power of the musician profession?Zhang Yuanqing suddenly thought of the original fragments of the Taiyin in the character card.

Is the bronze pot in front of me the power of an immortal?
"Is it a demigod-level treasure?" He looked at it curiously, and the bronze pot looked ordinary and devoid of magic.

"No, it's more advanced than a demigod." The eyes of Palace Master Zhisha were shining brightly, with a smile on his lips:
"With it, the demigod can enter a higher stage. Unfortunately, it is sleeping. I can't really own it now, but at least there will be no shortage of life source liquid. If you need life source liquid in the future, just come to me. Wait for me to research If there are other functions, I will let you know."

"A higher stage. There are ranks above demigods." Zhang Yuanqing didn't care about the other functions of the life source liquid and the demon refining pot, and asked:
"What is the higher stage, how do you know these."

There are still ranks in the demigod stage, which he vaguely guessed in his heart, but I am afraid that even the official elders may not know the information about the demon pot and Emperor Wa.

With the personality of the palace lord, how could he know these secrets?

Holding the bronze pot in his hand, the master of Zhisha Palace looked away, looked over with full eyes, and sighed:

"It was your father who told me that the Xiaoyao Organization is more powerful than you imagined. The four of them were the first to unlock the secrets of the spirit realm. It is precisely because of this that none of the four ended well.

"Yuanshi, I will tell you in the future, but not now, I don't want you to make the same mistakes."

After finishing speaking, the loss and sadness in her eyes disappeared, her mood changed 180 degrees, and she smiled cheerfully like a little girl:

"A lot of divine liquid, share the spoils, share the spoils~"

Undo the lid of the bronze pot, pat the body of the pot lightly, the source of life liquid in the puddle pours up and pours into the pot.

"These don't seem to be life essence?" Zhang Yuanqing said.

He didn't sense the majestic vitality, the power of these liquids was restrained and did not leak out in the slightest.

"Of course not. The original liquid of life is what they have diluted. In other words, these liquids are the real original liquid of life. It is the root of Nuwa's creation of life. A demigod-level musician can only condense a dozen taels a year. It can bring the dead back to life , can change the vitality of the corpse, even the ghost corpse can be resurrected, um, I mean the resurrection of the physical body. With these original liquids, I can heal the damaged spirit body." She said happily:
"It won't be crazy, wait until I cure the spirit body, if there is any leftover, I will give it to you."

She seemed very happy and talked a lot.

Zhang Yuanqing felt inexplicable pity in his heart, and he said forget it, then it will all belong to you.

Immediately, he looked at the puddle. Although the golden life source liquid was taken away, there was still a layer of light golden flesh and blood in the puddle. This was the tender red flesh that had been soaked for a long time and was dyed golden.

The master of the killing palace took out a small silver knife, squatted down, rolled up his sleeves, held the knife in his white hands, and carefully scraped them off.

"I took the demon refining pot, and I will give you these treasures." She said, "Don't underestimate these things. They need the accumulation of life essence for a long time to form. These are the essences."

While speaking, she dug out the soft "golden mud", and dexterously squeezed out an ugly little clay figurine with her little hands.

He raised his eyes and smiled, "Does it look like you?"

Nuwa and I couldn't help being silent. Zhang Yuanqing asked directly: "What's the use of it?"

Palace Mistress Yan Ran said:
"One day you will be killed, as long as you protect your spirit body, it will become your other body. Well, it is not you now, just drip blood, put it into a bronze pot and refine it for seven to 49 days."

As he spoke, he grabbed Zhang Yuanqing's hand presumptuously, cut open his fingertip with the knife edge stained with golden silt, and dripped a bead of blood on it.

She lifted the lid of the bronze pot again, stuffed the clay figurine into it, and said happily, "Okay!"

Is it equivalent to one more life?That is indeed better than obtaining the source of life liquid. After all, the source of life liquid can only heal and cannot defend the enemy, and the clay figurine can make me go back to the city. Zhang Yuanqing was satisfied for a while, and suddenly asked:

"Then if I come back from the dead, will the items in the inventory still be there?"

Zhang Yuanqing looked at her, she also looked at Zhang Yuanqing, no one said a word.

Well, you don’t know that Zhang Yuanqing walked towards the bronze bed and said:

"I met the president of the Merchant Guild yesterday, and he told me that among the Shadow Twins, there is a Night God, and the other is not clear.

"I'm going to check it through the official, what do you think?"

"Yes," she nodded lightly: "Remember to call me if you are in danger or in difficulty."

While speaking, Zhang Yuanqing took out a bronze plate and looked at it intently. There was a picture carved on it, the content was that the ancestors were worshiping a gentle and kind woman.

The woman's facial features were somewhat blurred, but she was full of charm, making Zhang Yuanqing recognize Emperor Wa at a glance.

"This should be a bronze plate used to record events in ancient times. It is similar to our book. It can be left in the tree hole by the emperor. It may involve the secrets of ancient times. Sort out the bronze plate and have a look." Zhang Yuanqing said.

Together, the two of them placed the messy bronze plates on the ground and looked intently. The bronze plates were carved with pictures.

Among them, the content recorded on a bronze plate made Zhang Yuanqing's pupils shrink.

——In the sky with dark clouds and tumbling clouds, countless meteorites penetrated the atmosphere, burning raging flames, and descended on the earth.

The ragged ancestors ran towards the meteorite. They picked up the meteorite from the pit, held it high, and cheered like boiling water.

From then on, they gained supernatural powers and learned to manipulate flames, control rivers, carry rocks, and drive animals.
They were worshiped by humans and became gods.

PS: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)