"You Jieya said that you are more difficult to deal with."
"I didn't believe it, so I took action myself."
"Now I find that you are really difficult to deal with... However, this is normal. There will always be a few thorns emerging from some ordinary pastures, which are very thorny and difficult to deal with."
"But we are gods, we are gods above, we are gods who defeated your ancestors and destroyed your civilization."
"God, is there anything I can't do? Of course, it doesn't exist."
"You may think that you have got rid of the shackles given to you by our ancestral gods. You have broken through the sky-locked tower, condensed the life pool, conceived the divine fetus, and become... a god who can stand on an equal footing with us?"
"nonexistent."
"I can knock you back into the abyss with just one blow."
"Feel your body and soul... Oh, no, it's the changes in your body and divine fetus. Feel the endless despair I have given you. Your strength, your cultivation, hehe, hehe, hehehehe."
"Either, become a slave of our Ice Spirit God Clan...or, be assimilated into ice. This must be very interesting. My palace is missing a few interesting ice sculptures, especially a chubby woman like you."
"Among the ice sculptures in my collection, there are many young and beautiful girls, but there is a lack of women with unique looks like you. When you become an ice sculpture, if I use it to trade with other people, I will definitely be able to sell a good one. Price."
"Those young and beautiful ice sculptures... are simply tired of aesthetics."
Arrogant laughter came from the cold wind, and You Cang's figure quickly moved away.
"I will watch you, stare at you, and I will admire your desperation and anger... Eventually, I will come back to reap my spoils."
"Whether you choose to be a slave or an ice sculpture, you will ultimately be my trophy."
You Cang's laughter gradually faded away, and he laughed in a low voice: "In order to deal with you, it is worth spending one time to pray for the main artifact. Your harm is too great, too great... You Jieya loses, no injustice."
The coldness disappeared and so did the laughter.
Wu Tie moved his arms and legs. The chill from his bones had disappeared, and everything in his body seemed to be back to normal.
He looked at Zhusun, Zhuyue and Miko in confusion.
The Pagoda of Rebirth appeared above Lao Tie's head, and streaks of black divine light swept over his body. He said solemnly: "There is nothing strange about me. This body of mine was transformed from the Pagoda of Rebirth, a divine weapon, and is not a pure body of flesh and blood."
Lao Tie waved his right hand and pressed it forward.
'Buzz'!
The black divine light flashed, and the void shook slightly. On the rock wall several miles away, a large handprint sank hundreds of meters into the rock wall. A thin spring water spurted out from the mark, and soon the handprint was filled with clear water.
"There is no change in my strength." Lao Tie checked his body.
Wu Tie nodded, he closed his eyes, and the soul fluctuations swept through his body bit by bit.
Then, he discovered that in his body, extremely thin strands of cold light were intertwined with each other, like small double-helical snakes, quickly shuttling between cells.
These extremely fine cold lights blended together, and as soon as Wu Tie's soul fluctuations touched them, violent cold air suddenly burst out from his body. Amidst the whistling sound, an extremely long and thick double spiral light stream went straight to Wu Tie's eyebrows.
A dark blue double-helix cold light dragon with white ice crystals spitting out from its edges appeared outside Wu Tie's life pool.
The stream of light quickly circled and danced around the life pool, and dots of ice crystals quickly surrounded the Wutie Life Pool.
Wu Tie frowned. He moved his right hand slightly, trying to perform the simplest fire technique.
A flash of fire flashed at his fingertips, and then a burst of cold air spurted out, and the fire technique disappeared without a trace.
Wu Tie was stunned. He opened his mouth and wanted to spit out a blast.
This is a type of small magic power that can blow up sand and move rocks. It can spit out strong winds, roll up yellow sand, and mesmerize the eyes of the enemy. It is not a powerful spell. It was probably used by low-level monks in ancient times to scare ordinary people when they were walking around the rivers and lakes. .
A medium-sized breath came out of his mouth, and then a cloud of cold air spurted out, and he was unable to use his magic power of flying sand and moving rocks.
Wu Tie was shocked.
He hurriedly performed dozens of magical powers and secret techniques. Every time he reached the most critical place, the magical powers and secret techniques were interrupted by a cloud of cold air, and none of the magical powers and secret techniques could be used smoothly.
After a moment of silence, Wu Tie rubbed his hands together and put them forward.
A dark cold light flashed past, and with a muffled sound, the cold light fell on the rock wall several miles away. Countless ice flakes exploded, freezing the rock wall with a thick layer.
"All magical powers have been sealed, and only ice and other spells can be used." Wu Tie frowned.
Zhuri's eyes on the side were gleaming, and he continuously performed dozens of different magical powers. Finally, he opened his mouth, and a cold light spurted out.
"That's right, the poor monk's "Non-Celestial God Transformation Sutra" can display the natal magical powers of the incarnations of the heavens... Only the magical powers of ice-attribute gods and demons can be displayed." Zhuri's face was also ugly.
"Not only that, the cold shackles are still assimilating the poor monk's life pool and divine fetus." Zhuri said coldly: "This is forcing the poor monk to follow the path of the cold shackles, or as the guy said, the poor monk Forcefully resist and eventually turn into an ice sculpture?"
Zhuri can also use several ice-type magical powers of gods and demons.
Zhuyue waved the sword aside for a while, but it didn't emit any light from the sword.
Different from Zhu Ri, Zhu Ri's "Fei Tian Shen Bian Jing" is extremely inclusive and extremely complex in power. After being sealed by the shackles, he can still choose several magical powers to display. Month by month, he practiced a Zen light and a knife skill, and practiced it to perfection. After being sealed by the shackles, it was completely useless.
"Let's go to Sanlian City." Wu Tie's face darkened: "Go to Sanlian City for a while so that we can think about countermeasures."
Three connected cities.
When Wu Tie and the others retreated with the large group of troops in a somewhat embarrassed manner, Master Gray was dazedly floating beside the huge pyramid, staring wide-eyed at the three huge pyramids in front of him.
Wu Tie flapped his wings and flew towards Master Gray.
"Master, have you come out of the Third World?" Wu Tie looked curiously at the small black cloud at Master Hui's feet: "Have you practiced?"
Master Hui's originally gray long hair turned a bit black, and his eyes were completely black, so black that there was no reflection at all. Not only that, his stature has become shorter, his head has become more narrow and elongated, and when he grins, the fangs in his mouth are sharper and thinner, giving people a completely different feeling from before.
The former Gray Master was an amiable, unconcerned scholar who loved writing.
At this moment, Master Hui's breath was still weak, but he felt inexplicably dangerous.
"It's out." Gray Master said in an understatement: "It's a big deal, I mean, the first ancestor of Sanlian City, the Great Peacock King Ming, sent out the impression of Kaitian... But I don't understand it very well."
With a self-deprecating smile, Gray Master said calmly: "My bloodline is still a little weak after all, I don't have such a strong talent, and I don't have a strong foundation. Well, I am very satisfied with getting such benefits."
Pointing to the black clouds at his feet, Master Gray smiled at Wu Tie and said, "Yin Feng Gui Yun is not bad for escaping. Of course, this is not my real gain."
"Huh?" Wu Tie looked at Master Gray curiously.
Master Gray raised his head and looked at the three huge pyramids in front of him. He murmured: "The Three Realms are the place of inheritance. No matter who enters, as long as they are not enemies, as long as they can walk in front of the Great Peacock Ming Palace. Can get the impression of opening the sky."
"This is the mission and responsibility of the Great Peacock King Ming."
"But what do you think the three connected cities are for?"
Master Gray asked Wu Tie.
Wu Tie was stunned and replied: "A place of refuge? A place for future generations to multiply their bloodline?"
"No, it's not just that." Gray Master said in a deep voice: "The Great Peacock Royal Family, the Twelve True Image Families, they are... guardians of the scriptures. The purpose of the Three Linked Cities is not to fight and kill, but... Wenhuizhi land."
"The place of Wenhui?" Wu Tie looked at Master Gray in astonishment.
He saw the Demon Chapter King opening the restrictions on the three cities, and then the lethality erupted from the three cities was extremely astonishing.
'Wenhui', 'Wenhui'... Wu Tie failed to see anything related to 'Wen' in these three connected cities.
"If a very prosperous civilization finds itself facing a disaster." Gray Master said solemnly: "Putting aside all other internal and external disputes and entanglements, what do you think this civilization will do?"
Wu Tie was silent for a while.
Looking at the three pyramids in front of him, Wu Tie murmured: "Dig a hole deep, accumulate food widely, conserve vitality, and wait for an opportunity to counterattack?"
"A disaster is a disaster." Gray Master smiled slightly: "All the holes may be destroyed, all the food may be burned, and all the soldiers will die in battle. How can we wait for an opportunity to counterattack?"
Wu Tie was silent again.
Zhuri carried Zhuyue, who had lost all his magic power, Lao Tie carried the witch, and the group flew over.
Wu Tie said slowly: "Can't we become stronger through practice?"
Master Gray grinned and pointed in the direction of the exit of the Three Connected Cities: "Practice and become stronger. Like those bandits from the Golden Undead? Like those evil creatures from the Immortality Sect? Like those from the Dark Guild who fear the world. An evil person who doesn’t mess around?”
"Cultivation can make people stronger...it's just getting stronger." Master Gray said solemnly: "Forgetting the ancestors, forgetting the roots, forgetting the origin of the bloodline, forgetting the causes and consequences, this kind of becoming stronger is nothing more than a group of powerful people. The Walking Dead.”
Wu Tie was silent again.
He thought of the spots of light he saw in the Sanlian Realm, chasing Pangu and Chaos.
When Wu Tie thought of the hatred and killing intent that originated from the depths of his bloodline, he couldn't help but tremble all over, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
"Heart, morality, knowledge passed down from generation to generation for countless years. Understand what is right, what is wrong, why this is right, why this is wrong. This is a prosperous civilization that once reached its peak , the most core thing.”
Master Gray sighed softly: "Otherwise, you, Wu Tie, and those evil beings from the Immortality Sect are both human beings. You practice the same way, so are there any similarities between you? Don't you think that you and those evil beings from the Immortality Sect are similar? , are they actually two different species?"
Wu Tie was silent, thinking of many things in his mind.
"When a civilization is facing annihilation, how can we ensure that the flower of civilization can be reborn and bloom in the ruins countless years later without growing crooked?" Gray Master pointed at the three pyramids.
"The Great Peacock inheritance of the Three Realms is a master key that can open the bloodline and awaken the most primitive memory of the bloodline."
"The original memory can make the inheritor know hatred."
"And the truly important foundation of a civilization lies here."
Gray Master murmured: "These unscrupulous descendants of the Three Connected Cities, they only memorized the methods to open the city defense restrictions by fighting and killing, but they have even forgotten the true meaning of the existence of the Three Connected Cities."
With a sigh, Master Gray clapped his hands forward gently.
His breath was still weak, and there was only a tiny bit of mana in his body. There was a faint scent of ink on his palm, and two small handprints were slapped on the bronze pyramid.
The bronze pyramid shook slightly.
The silver pyramid swayed slightly.
The golden pyramid shook violently.
Then from the tip of the golden pyramid, black clouds emitting a strong aroma of ink spurted out and rolled down along the smooth surface of the pyramid.
At the top of the golden pyramid, several characters with crude strokes appeared.
Subsequently, words with different charms and different calligraphy techniques, both simple and traditional, but all exuding a strong and meaningful atmosphere, appeared densely on the surface of the pyramid.
Oracle bone inscriptions, bell and tripod inscriptions, flower, bird, insect and fish seal script, large seal script, small seal script, official script, Song style...
Each color of handwriting is stroke by stroke. Although the handwriting is small, no matter how far away it is, these words seem to be able to hit your eyes at any time and merge into your heart and soul.
Then, soft chanting came from the pyramid.
"Book of Songs"... "Yuefu"... "Book of Changes"...
"Three Character Classic"... "Hundred Family Surnames"... "Thousand Character Classic"...
There are also poems... words... Sanqu... collections...
The soft chanting sound was the voice of one person at first, then ten people, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand people...
Pious, enthusiastic, and full of fearlessness and courage that would kill you if you heard the truth in the morning.
Wu Tie opened his mouth wide.
Lao Tie opened his mouth wide.
Day by day, month by month, I stared blankly at the three pyramids with countless small writings appearing on their surfaces.
Black clouds rolled and the fragrance of ink overflowed.
The entire Sanlian City was filled with the sound of reading for tens of thousands of miles.
In the thick fragrance of ink, the ordinary people of the three connected cities, as well as the large group of people who had just migrated in, fell asleep one after another. In their dreams, some people read, some teach, some teach principles, some enlighten their minds...
"The descendants of future generations are unworthy, what do they think of such a place of culture?"
"A cozy nest sheltered from the wind and rain? It's just... so they all deserve to die." Master Gray sighed softly: "Wu Tie, no matter how powerful a monk is, his spine may be broken."
"There are only these seemingly useless words, and the bones they condense are unbreakable."
"No matter how powerful a monk is, he only has one backbone."
"The combined backbones of countless determined people can withstand greater pressure than the backbone of a powerful monk."
"This is the meaning of the existence of the Three Connected Cities. This is the meaning of the existence of the Great Peacock Clan and the Twelve True Forms Clan."