Spirit Realm Walker

Zhang Yuanqing summoned Little Funny and the Ghost Bride and ordered:

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

This is a necessary precaution. If someone really tries to take away the jade plate when they enter Gaotianyuan, Zhang Yuanqing will be able to know in advance through his spiritual servant, and then use the teleportation jade talisman to come back and 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 saint quality, and the space in Gao Tianyuan is obviously higher than that of saints.

The ghost bride picked up the baby spirit and said softly:

"Be careful, husband, the slave family will guard the door for you."

This means that the Palace Master cannot understand the communication between spirits, otherwise, Madam, you will suffer. Zhang Yuanqing looked back at the graceful Palace Master.

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

On the way to the island country on a private plane, Zhang Yuanqing originally wanted to put on a cool face and start a cold war, but the palace owner was so good at it. She smiled and made jokes and said some ambiguous sweet words, and she coaxed the hard-hearted Zhang Yuanqing away.

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

"I know the abilities of musicians. Don't do this. The palace master should do it to other men."

The palace owner cupped her cheeks and stared blankly:

"But I only want to do it to you."

Zhang Yuanqing surrendered.

"Sweet words" are the unique passivity of musicians. They can always soften men's hearts and iron wills through their soft voices.

Xie Lingxi is also very good at this. She can put herself in a pitiful position, and the musician's passivity plays a crucial role.

Zhang Yuanqing a little doubted whether the palace master had secretly given them a red line, otherwise Master Tianzun would be so decisive in killing, how could he indulge in beauty?

But he has no evidence.

"Go in," he said.

Without waiting for the palace master's nod, he stepped into the light door first.

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

"This is a paradise of death. There is no spiritual power, no vitality, and even the oxygen is very thin." The voice of the Master of the Killing Palace came from behind, and she examined the silent darkness in front of her with interest.

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

The Master of the Killing Palace said:

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

"I prefer the former, because the power of the spiritual realm is beyond our imagination. Xiaomianshou, 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.

"Huh~"

The flames rose up and broke through the darkness, and a fireball with a diameter of ten meters floated above the two people.

A hundred meters in radius was dyed with a layer of shaking orange.

Dense red threads sprouted from the back of the Palace Master, like saffron whiskers, grabbing the fireball and lifting it tens of meters into the air.

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

Sure enough, this gorgeous and exquisite ancient dress is a magic weapon, and its grade is definitely not low. No wonder she has been wearing it. Zhang Yuanqing's long-standing question has been answered.

"Let's go!"

The palace owner didn't pay attention to the little movement in front of him and went straight up the stone steps.

They did not run deliberately, climbing the mottled and cracked stone steps at a swift and constant speed.

Every few minutes, Zhang Yuanqing would look up at the dazzling fireball, and a doubt would arise in his heart:

How could it burn for so long?

The fireball needs spiritual support to burn. Without the Yin-Yang robe, who will provide it with spiritual power?

Although the palace master is the master, the musician does not have fire control skills.

"The core skill of level 7 Ming Si is resuscitation, which can revive dead people, broken props, and even dissipated skills." The master of the Killing Stop Palace saw his doubts and explained:

"With this low-level skill, I can keep him reviving forever and never extinguish it until his spiritual power is exhausted."

A very powerful ability. Musician is indeed the strongest assistant. Zhang Yuanqing asked:

"Are there any restrictions?"

"Targets that exceed the level cannot be revived. Recovery is temporary. A recovery can only last ten minutes." The palace master calmly stated the limitations of the skills and said with a smile:

"Look, this palace master loves you so much and treats you with all his heart."

A woman’s mouth is deceptive! Zhang Yuanqing chuckled in his heart.

Without further ado, the two walked 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 stood on the top of the mountain. Compared with it, the fireball with a diameter of ten meters looked like a tiny firefly.

The firelight penetrated hundreds of meters of darkness and shone on the bronze tree trunk, leaving only a dim yellow light.

The Master of the Killing Palace stared blankly at the sacred tree in front of him, his eyes under the mask flashing with excitement, joy and other emotions.

Like a devout believer who sees God on his pilgrimage.

She did not hide her emotions, and Zhang Yuanqing saw them.

She knew the symbolic meaning of the Bronze Sacred Tree, and she had a deeper understanding of the Bronze Sacred Tree. Before I told her about Gao Tianyuan

The owner of the Zhisha Palace may not know Gao Tianyuan and the bronze sacred tree, but she knows Emperor Wa very well. When I told her that there was a bronze sacred tree left by Emperor Wa here, she guessed the symbolic meaning of the bronze sacred tree.

Zhang Yuanqing made an interpretation in his mind.

"Give me the Double Dragon Jade." The palace owner stretched out her delicate white hands.

Zhang Yuanqing handed it over without hesitation.

She took the Double Dragon Jade and rose up in the wind, her skirt swaying like a beautiful red butterfly, floating towards the bronze sacred tree.

The Master of the Palace of Killing Stops stood in front of the sacred tree, exerted a slight force on his fingertips, and with a slight "bang" sound, the Double Dragon Jade shattered, and the two lifelike five-clawed dragons turned into powder. Only the ruby ​​in the center remained.

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

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

The dark red stream of light traveled along the pattern of the tree trunk, like pushing dominoes, spreading quickly, lighting up the trunk, lighting up the branches, and finally lighting up the entire bronze sacred tree.

This process took a full twenty minutes. It was so huge that the tallest building in human history was less than one-third of its size.

The master of the Killing Palace dispersed the lighting fireball, and the red light bloomed from the bronze sacred tree illuminated the entire Gaotianyuan, and the world was coated with a soft red light.

It came to life, and Emperor Wa's divine blood activated this giant tree.

"It's so spectacular!" Zhang Yuanqing whispered.

As he finished speaking, he heard a deep and thick "rumbling" sound coming from inside the Bronze Sacred Tree.

Immediately, the tree trunk like a city wall slowly cracked open, revealing the inner scene.

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

The cave is a bright red. The floor and walls are not made of stone or bronze, but of pulsating flesh, with faintly visible blood vessels.

A little disappointed. Zhang Yuanqing stood at the entrance of the cave and scanned the scene inside the cave warily.

The previous guess was correct. This bronze divine 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 outer shell and flesh and blood inside.

The cave is not big. Facing the entrance 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 patina.

The bronze pot tipped over, 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, there are also pieces of bronze plates scattered in a messy pile beside the bronze bed.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly remembered the water pool outside the bronze tree. He was sure that the spring of immortality in the water pool was caused by the overflow of liquid in the pot.

But for some reason, the liquid in the pot ran out, and the pool outside the tree dried up.

The Lord of the Palace of Killing took a quick breath, walked quickly into the bronze tree hole, walked around the puddle, stopped by the bronze bed, and picked up the small and exquisite bronze pot.

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

"It is indeed 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, the Demon Refining Pot. According to myths and legends, it has incredible power, can create life, and can also refine evil spirits.

"But its true identity is the most fundamental power of the musician's profession, and it is the treasure that demigod-level musicians dream of."

The most fundamental strength of the musician profession? Zhang Yuanqing suddenly thought of the Taiyin origin fragment in the character card.

Does the bronze pot in front of you have immortal-level power?

"Is it a semi-god-level treasure?" He looked at it curiously. The bronze pot looked ordinary and nothing special.

"No, it's more advanced than a demigod." The Master of the Killing Palace's eyes shone brightly, with a smile on his lips:

"With it, demigods can advance to a higher stage. Unfortunately, it is sleeping. I can't really own it now, but at least the source of life fluid will not be missing. If you need the source of life fluid in the future, just come to me. Wait for me to study it. If other functions are released, we will inform you.”

"There are higher stages. 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 are the higher stages and how do you know this."

There are still ranks in the demigod stage, which he vaguely guessed in his mind, but the information about the Demon Refining Pot and Emperor Wa may not even be known to the official elders.

How could it be possible for a palace lord with a master-level status to know these secrets?

The Master of the Palace of Zhisha held the bronze pot, looked away, looked at it with filled eyes, and sighed:

"Your father told me that the Xiaoyao Organization is more powerful than you think. The four of them were the first to unlock the secrets of the spiritual realm. It is precisely because of this that all four of them did not end well.

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

After saying that, the sadness and sadness in her eyes disappeared, her mood changed 180 degrees, and she smiled happily like a little girl:

"A lot of divine liquid, divide the spoils and divide the spoils~"

Unlock the lid of the bronze pot, tap the pot body gently, and the life source liquid in the puddle rises and pours into the pot.

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

He did not feel the majestic vitality. The power of these liquids was restrained and did not leak out at all.

"Of course not. The original liquid of life is their diluted form. In other words, these liquids are the real original liquid of life, which is the source of life created by Nuwa. A demigod-level musician can only condense a dozen taels per year. It can bring the dead back to life. , can regenerate corpses, and even infernal corpses can be resurrected. Well, I mean the resurrection of the physical body. With these original liquids, I can heal the damaged spirit body." She said happily:

"You won't be crazy. When I cure the spirit body, if there is anything left, I will give it to you."

She seemed very happy and talked a lot.

Zhang Yuanqing felt inexplicable pity in his heart, and said in his heart, forget it, then it will all be yours.

Immediately, he looked at the puddle. Although the golden life source liquid had been taken away, there was still a layer of pale golden flesh and blood substance 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 silver knife, squatted down, rolled up his sleeves, held the knife in his plain white hands, and carefully scraped them off.

"I took the Demon Refining Pot, and I'll give these treasures to you." She said: "Don't underestimate these things. They require the accumulation of life liquid over many years to form. In mythology, Emperor Wa made humans out of clay. It’s these essences.”

While she was talking, she dug out the soft "golden mud" and deftly shaped 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 but fell silent. Zhang Yuanqing asked directly: "What is it used for?"

Yan Ran, the master of the Killing Palace, said:

"One day you are killed, as long as you protect your spirit body, it will be your other body. Well, it is not you now. Just drip it with blood and put it into a bronze pot to refine it for seven, seven and forty-nine days. .”

With that said, he grabbed Zhang Yuanqing's hand in an assertive manner, and the golden sludge-stained knife edge cut open the fingertips, and a drop of blood dripped on it.

She then opened the lid of the bronze pot, stuffed the clay figurine into it, and said happily: "Okay!"

Is it like having an extra life? That is indeed better than obtaining the source of life liquid. After all, the source of life liquid can only heal but cannot defend the enemy, and the clay man can allow me to return to the city. Zhang Yuanqing was satisfied for a while, and suddenly asked:

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

Zhang Yuanqing looked at her, and she looked at Zhang Yuanqing, but neither of them spoke.

Well, you didn’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 one is not clear.

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

"Okay," she nodded gently: "If you are in danger or have difficulty, please come to me."

While talking, Zhang Yuanqing pulled out a bronze plate and looked at it intently. There was a painting carved on it, which showed the ancestors worshiping a gentle and charitable woman.

This woman's facial features were a little blurry, but she was full of charm, allowing Zhang Yuanqing to recognize her as Emperor Wa at a glance.

"This should be a bronze plate used to record events in ancient times. It is similar to our books. It can be left by Emperor Wa in a tree hole. It may involve secrets from ancient times. Let's sort out the bronze plate and take a look." Zhang Yuanqing said.

Together, the two of them placed the messy bronze plates flatly on the ground and looked at them intently. A picture was carved on the bronze plates.

One of the bronze plates recorded something that made Zhang Yuanqing's pupils shrink.

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

The ragged ancestors rushed towards the meteorite. They picked up the meteorite from the pit, held it high, and cheered.

They gained divine power from then on and learned to control fire, control rivers, carry rocks, and drive animals.

They were worshiped by humans and became gods.

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.