Chapter 602: Shrine
Chapter 602 Shrine Realm
"Oh, the Ancestral Talisman of the Great Desolation?" The Lord of the Desolation was a little surprised.
"Are you collecting the Eight Great Ancestral Talismans?"
Xiao Ming nodded, counting the life and death ancestral talisman in Mu Lingshan's body, he already had the five ancestral symbols of devouring, thunder, flame, and space in his hand.
The Ancestor Talismans of Primordial, Dark and Ice remained.
Among them, the last two, Xiao Ming, still have some clues. He really doesn’t know where this ancient ancestral talisman is. This ancestral talisman appeared suddenly before the decisive battle in the original book.
So, I can only look for the former owner, the Lord of the Great Desolation. Ying Huanhuan can sense the Ancestral Ice Talisman, and the Lord of the Great Desolation should also have a sense of the Ancestral Talisman of the Great Desolation.
"Your current injury has been completely repaired by me, so it shouldn't be a problem to find the Ancestral Talisman of the Great Desolation?"
Facing Xiao Ming's question, the Primordial Lord hesitated, and spoke after a while.
"You help me heal my wounds. Logically speaking, I should agree to you, but it is really difficult to find this ancient ancestral talisman. I didn't feel its breath."
"Do you know the reason?" Xiao Ming frowned and said.
"Maybe I'm trapped by something, block the breath, otherwise I can sense the breath of the Ancestral Talisman of the Great Desolation..." The Lord of the Great Desolation is also a little uncertain.
Xiao Ming was silent, he tried his best to heal the Primordial Lord, and this is the result? Then he is not working in vain!
No, it must be the ghost of the spirit of the plane again! Otherwise, why can't the Lord of the Great Desolate Ancestor Talisman be found! You must know that the Ancestral Talisman of the Great Desolation was also controlled by the Lord of the Great Desolation, so there is no reason to be trapped by other strong people.
In the original book, it also appeared suddenly before the World War, everything is too coincidental!
Thinking of this, Xiao Ming's eyes became dark.
The Great Desolate Lord looked at Xiao Ming's aura that seemed to be getting a little bad, and couldn't help shivering, as if all the blood in his body had stopped working, so he said quickly in fright.
"Ahem, anyway, my injury has recovered, and I will pay attention to find the Ancestral Talisman."
"Then you should pay more attention to this matter!"
Xiao Ming could only say this, and after speaking, Xiao Ming wanted to leave.
The Primordial Lord suddenly asked: "Is my junior sister also there? I can feel her breath."
Xiao Ming stopped and nodded.
"You want to see her? She has no awakened memory now, and rejects the identity of the ice master."
"Well, if this is the case, forget it, so as not to be disgusted." The Lord of the Wild sighed.
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After a brief conversation with the Lord of the Great Desolation, Xiao Ming never stayed too long in the eighth floor of the Great Desolation Tower, and returned to the first floor.
Ying Huanhuan and Mu Lingshan were still practicing, Xiao Ming woke them up, gave them a few prehistoric beads formed by the condensed prehistoric qi, and then left with others.
At night, the moonlight shrouds the earth like a curtain.
Xiao Ming sat cross-legged in the room of the inn, surrounded by four runes of different colors, illuminating him miraculously.
"Five ancestral talismans have been collected now, and the talisman master system is almost comprehended. Even if there is no aura of chaos, with my soul in the imperial realm, I can try to completely cultivate this system and condense the effect of the shrine."
Feeling the fluctuations of the surrounding runes, Xiao Ming murmured something, closed his eyes at random, and with a movement of his mind, he arrived in front of Niwan Palace.
At this time, the Niwan Palace is like a tiny spot of light floating gently, emitting vast fluctuations of mental power.
The method of condensing the seal is the most important way to become a talisman master, because only when one's spiritual power is truly condensed into a natal talisman, can one truly be called a talisman master.
Now, what Xiao Ming has to do is to gather the seals.
For Xiao Ming, condensing the talisman is not a problem at all, so the spiritual power in the Niwan Palace quickly gathers and changes, and in the blink of an eye, the natal sigils are condensed and formed.
First seal, second seal, third seal...Spiritual talisman master, celestial talisman master, immortal talisman master...Small talisman sect, big talisman sect, the realm that ordinary talisman masters can't touch in a lifetime, Xiao Ming has reached in an instant.
And as Xiao Ming became the Great Talisman Sect, black clouds rolled over the inn and covered the bright moon. In the clouds, countless thunderbolts snaked like thunder dragons, and between the wriggles, there was an astonishing power of heaven and earth. spread out.
Boom!
Thunder flickered, and the entire Martial Arts Island was illuminated like daylight by the thunder light, and the energy in the whole world boiled at this moment.
"what's the situation!"
All the martial arts masters who participated were looking at the riot in the sky with solemn expressions, and the corners of their eyes twitched slightly. A thunderstorm of this level, even a super strong man at the wheel-running level, would probably be blasted into ashes in an instant.
Countless children of the five major families looked at the sky in horror, and then hurriedly withdrew to a place where they could hide. Their faces were full of horror. Under this terrifying heavenly power, their human strength seemed extremely weak.
Boom!
The sound of thunder became more and more urgent, and the bright thunder light seemed to be unable to cover up even the black clouds. The formation like a million-strong army was about to charge, and even the sky and the earth trembled a little.
Inside the inn, Xiao Ming ignored the thunder calamity outside. After all, this kind of thunder calamity is only at the level of reincarnation, and to him it is just a slap in the face.
"The next thing is the Broken Niwan Palace!"
Niwan Palace is born, once it is destroyed, it will make people lose energy, and to break through the Jinggong realm needs to be broken and then stand up.
If the Niwan Palace is broken and the shrine cannot be condensed, not only will the spiritual strength and cultivation base be wiped out, but it will even damage people's sanity, and it is not impossible to become an idiot.
At this price, the Fu Zu will no longer have a divine palace.
Of course, all this is not a problem for Xiao Ming at all, nothing else, just the powerful body repair ability can also make Xiao Ming's Niwan Palace quickly repaired after it is broken.
Without the slightest hesitation, the vast spiritual power in Xiao Ming's Niwan Palace shrank at an extremely astonishing speed. In just a few breaths, all the spiritual power was in the Niwan Palace, turning into a single A head-sized ball of mental power, this ball is like a substance, and the surface is as brilliant as a mirror, but the terrifying fluctuations in it are enough to make one's heart tremble even if one passes through the real divine palace.
When this compression reached its peak, the sphere of mental power suddenly trembled rapidly, and immediately the surface of the sphere began to shatter, cracks spread out, and destructive beams of light shot out quietly.
When the beam of light reaches its peak, it looks like a round of shining sun rising from the Niwan Palace, and then, the wave of destruction sweeps away, and the inside of the Niwan Palace completely explodes.
Xiao Ming's expression remained unchanged, and with a flick of his mind, he began to gather them together.
The vast spiritual power surges, and then slowly gathers. At this time, the spiritual power is like a liquid, flowing and moving. Between the outlines, the shrine is also gradually taking shape. God's abode.
(end of this chapter)
