Chronicles of Celestial Origins

After all her thoughts were gradually sorted out, Tangning asked, "Lord God of Death, when will we set off to the Western Region?"

"Wait a minute. I still have something to deal with."

"Yes, then I'll take my leave first." Tangning responded and returned to her residence in the city. She entered the room and sat down cross-legged, while her mind kept recalling the conversation with the girl in white.

He did not ask directly about two doubts in person, because even if he asked, the answers he got might not be true and accurate.

And the question itself is also very sensitive. The first is why the incarnation of the death god told him such a secret matter in such detail. He obviously has no way to intervene in these matters, which makes him feel a little strange.

Although it possesses the memory of Xiao Zhan, it is not the innocent Xiao Zhan, but the aloof death god.

If it were Xiao Zhan, it would be no surprise that he would reveal all of this, but the incarnation of the God of Death that has gone through many vicissitudes of time would actually reveal the secrets of the Space Dao Ancestor and the Time Dao Ancestor, which is a bit surprising.

The existence of the land of ruins may not be a secret in the fairy world, and it is even less worth mentioning in the eyes of the aloof Death God, but the secrets about the Space Dao Ancestor and the Time Dao Ancestor must not be known to everyone, at least it must be Information that only the higher-ups in the fairy world know.

The status of the Time Dao Ancestor and the Space Dao Ancestor in the Immortal World is at least no lower than the status of the four great Xuan Sect Masters in the Tian Yuan World.

Are the relationships and secrets of people of this level accessible to ordinary people? However, the girl in white confided all this to him. If it was said that it was out of trust, it would be fair to say.

But it still made him feel a little strange. It was an instinctive intuition. He had a vague feeling that the girl in white deliberately told him these things. As for the purpose, he couldn't figure it out even if he tried hard.

With the ability of the girl in white, crushing him to death would be like crushing an ant. If she had any plot against him, it would be too high a view on him. What plot would a person have against an ant?

All the secrets in him come from the girl in white, such as the dragon's blood baptism, the treasure gourd, and the true energy of death.

There is only green aura in the body, which has nothing to do with the girl in white, but she can see through the existence of green aura at a glance.

He was the first to not believe it when he said that he had designs on him.

This is also the reason why you can’t ask directly about this doubt in person. People trust you and tell you these secrets of the fairy world truthfully, but you are so mean and suspicious, and you still want to ask why they tell you such important secrets. Isn’t that being mean?

How could such a question come out of my mouth?

The second question that could not be asked was why the incarnation of the death god took him to the Western Region to cause trouble for those who had returned from the abandoned land.

It stands to reason that with his cultivation strength, he can't help much. Those abandoned places are all Ascension Realm experts. This time they return to various interfaces from the ruins. Although they only have souls and no physical bodies, they can pass Even if you can't recover the Ascension Realm or the Mahayana Realm by taking possession of your body and practicing again, at least there will be no problem in the Fusion Realm.

With his current strength, wouldn't it be a fool's errand to deal with such a group of people?

The girl in white bringing him along would not be an extra helper, but would be an extra burden.

Putting himself in his shoes, if he had to deal with a group of undead creatures with combined cultivation, he would never bring a god-transformation or void-refining monk with him.

Even if he was dealing with a group of practitioners who were practicing virtual cultivation, he would not bring an oil bottle with him.

But the incarnation of the death god wanted to take him with him. This could not be explained by trust. It made him feel as if he had become a hostage in his hands.

But reason told him that this was impossible, and he was not qualified to be a hostage at all.

Although the practitioners who returned from the abandoned land were powerful, they were no match for the incarnation of the death god, and there was no possibility of bargaining between the two parties.

The God of Death even bluntly calls them rats that hide their heads and show their tails, which shows his disdain for them.

These two questions have been lingering in his mind, and he has not been able to find an answer. He cannot figure out the purpose of the incarnation of the death god. In the current situation, he can only take one step at a time.

One thing is at least certain. If the incarnation of the death god wants to harm him, there is no need to go to such great lengths. In other words, regardless of whether the incarnation of the death god really has other purposes, his life safety is at least guaranteed.

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The days in Fenghua City are still peaceful. Ever since the conversation, Tangning has been waiting to accompany the girl in white to the Western Region, but there has been no news. Of course, he has not been idle either. He is practicing his magical powers every day, and the use of the death knell of heaven and earth has become more and more comfortable. .

In a remote and uninhabited valley, Tang Ning clasped his hands together and muttered something. The whole body glowed with light, and the outline of a hundred-foot-sized giant bell appeared behind him. As many black lights surged out of his body, they condensed into the outline of the giant bell behind him.

The giant clock turned virtual into reality, and a black pointer appeared on it, pointing to the twelve o'clock position. A space of dozens of miles formed an independent space under the black light.

There was only a thin click sound, and the hands began to rotate, jumping from the twelve o'clock direction to the one o'clock direction.

The surrounding space collapsed visibly to the naked eye, and black cracks appeared one after another. The spiritual energy in Tangning's body surged, urging her to use her magical powers. The pointer kept beating, and with every beat, the cracks in the surrounding space also expanded.

The cracks connected into a line. As the hands returned to the twelve o'clock direction of the giant clock, the whole world shook violently, which showed that a large area of ​​​​space collapsed. Looking around, the world in front of you was like a dark ocean, and the terrifying aura of destruction was far away. Far spread.

Dozens of miles of space suddenly collapsed, and the scene was very horrifying. The collapse of the space caused hundreds of miles around to tremble.

Tangning's face was pale and he was panting heavily. This was the first time he used this magical power with all his strength, and the spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted.

The Death Knell of Heaven and Earth is indeed worthy of its name. Once the magical power is unfolded, it is like burying the entire heaven and earth. Nothing can be seen for dozens of miles in front of you. Mountain peaks, earth, rocks, grass and trees, all visible tangible objects are swallowed up by the torn space and disappear. without a trace.

After stopping for a while and looking at her masterpiece, Tangning was filled with joy.

He dared to conclude that no one at the combined level could display such powerful magical powers. With this magical power, he is able to stand out from the crowd and kill all monks of the same level.

Regardless of whether he is the proud son of the Four Great Mysterious Sects or the legitimate son and grandson of the Demon King, monks below Mahayana will never be able to block this attack.

Back then, he became famous in Qingzhou by killing the grandson of King Qingjiao in one fell swoop.

Now if he was given the chance to fight against the demon king's legitimate son and grandson in the late stage of fusion, he was absolutely confident that he could kill him with his own abilities.

The huge commotion in the valley quickly attracted the attention of the undead creatures in the city. As more and more undead creatures gathered, Tangning left the place in a flash and returned to her sleeping place in the city to sit cross-legged. Next, he took out the elixir and swallowed it to restore the lost spiritual power in his body.

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Time flies, and a few months pass by in the blink of an eye. On this day, he is practicing the magical power of reincarnation in the room as usual. The death energy in his body has gradually covered his body under his mobilization. He can only see that his whole body is covered with a layer of... There is a faint black mist.

At this moment, he suddenly sensed something and suddenly opened his eyes, only to see a figure quietly appearing in front of him, a majestic ghost general.

He was three feet tall, made of flesh and blood, and his pupils were dark red. He was looking at him condescendingly, and the aura around him had actually reached the second level of restorative breathing.

A strong man from the realm of the dead in the middle stage of Mahayana sneaked into his dormitory silently. Tangning's pupils shrank suddenly, and then she realized that she had been pulled into another dimension.

This was no longer the room he was familiar with. The surroundings were dark and the outlines of pairs of huge eyes were looming.

He still maintained a cross-sitting posture, but his body was suppressed by an invisible force and he could not move at all.

"If you don't want to die, answer my question." The majestic Necromancer's crimson eyes looked down at him like a king. His voice gave people a very cold feeling. As he spoke, the hat on his head was already gone. Unknowingly broken.

Tang Ning forced herself to calm down, and thoughts were racing in her mind. There were only a handful of powerful people in the world of the dead who had reached the second realm of restoration. In addition to Du Zhen, the only attributes in the Northern Territory were Lord Feng Qian of the Eastern Territory, Lord Hua Shen of the Western Territory, and Lord of the Southern Territory. Xia Yuantian.

With his status as Lord of the Eastern Region and Lord of the Western Region, it is unlikely that he would take the risk to sneak into Fenghua City personally. The person in front of him is most likely Yuan Tian, ​​a subordinate of the Southern Region Lord, and his purpose of coming here is most likely to spy on the false information of the girl in white.

Tangning never expected that someone would dare to sneak into Fenghua City, where the incarnation of the God of Death was stationed. At this critical moment, his mind was very calm, and he calmly controlled the summoned ghost general beside him and replied, "What do you want to know?"

"Your identity." The other party's cold words came again.

"I am the messenger of the supreme god of death." At this moment, people are fighting for their lives, and all he can do is delay as much time as possible, hoping that the girl in white will notice someone sneaking in and rescue him.

"You have deceived others, but you cannot deceive me. You are not a messenger of the gods at all. You are from the Tianyuan world and a human monk from the Tianyuan world. Now I give you one last chance to tell me your true identity."

The majestic undead creature looked down at him, and slowly extended a hand to the top of his head. Tangning was shocked and frightened. What was shocking was that the other person could tell his origin in one sentence, indicating that he must have met him before. Other monks from the Tianyuan world.

What's strange is that he felt an inexplicable huge force. When the other party's palm slowly pressed down, it was like a mountain of ten thousand feet pressing down. His body trembled involuntarily, his skin slowly torn apart, and his bones were in this place. A squeaking and squeezing sound was made under the powerful force.

The spiritual energy in his body surged wildly, resisting the powerful force above his head. The torn skin healed automatically under the surge of green spiritual energy, but soon split again.