The red sun rises in the east.
On the Chiyang Mountain, the ancient Golden Crow spirit on the top of the giant mulberry tree let out a high-pitched cry like a cloud. It spread its wings, opened its mouth, and took a deep breath toward the red sun in the east.
The sky was filled with wind and clouds, and large clouds were gathering in the direction of Chiyang Mountain.
In the distant red sun, a ray of red light that was a hundred times smaller than a human hair and only over a hundred feet long flew out and was swallowed by the Golden Crow Essence. The translucent Golden Crow Essence screamed, and the scream was full of anxiety and dissatisfaction.
Obviously, the essence of the great sun flying out of the red sun is too little, too little.
When the Golden Crow spirit screamed, Wu Tie walked out of Taichu Crown. He nodded to Qian Xiao, cut open his palm with his nails, pressed his bloody palm heavily on Taichu Crown, and then began to recite an ancient command incantation.
The blood seeped into the Taichu Crown bit by bit, and as Wu Tie sang, the Taichu Crown made a loud "rumbling" sound and began to slowly shrink. Gradually, the Taichu Crown shrunk from a diameter of about ten thousand feet to the size of a fist, spitting out starlight and floating quietly above Wu Tie's palm.
"The Taichu Crown is mine." Wu Tie smiled, and then a spiritual light rushed out from his head, rolled up the Taichu Crown, and swept him into his body.
The height has shrunk a bit, and nearly 10% of the power of the divine soul has been integrated into the divine body. Behind the divine fetus, a jade dish with a diameter of tens of thousands of feet emits bright light. On the edge of the jade dish, three thousand large lotus leaves and eighty-four thousand small lotus leaves moved automatically without wind, creating large ripples of Taoism.
In the middle of the jade dish, three huge flower buds swayed lightly.
One of the buds once swallowed Ou Yezi's Fucha sword, and now it is pregnant with some kind of strange existence.
Taichumian unceremoniously got into the bud in the middle. Wisps of strange power surged from the void, were continuously absorbed by the buds, and then injected into the Taichu Crown.
An extremely low and extremely long breathing sound came from the bud.
Wu Tie felt the relaxation and joy of Taichu Mian. The feeling was like a traveler who had traveled tens of thousands of miles in the desert and was about to die of thirst and starvation. Suddenly he discovered an oasis, smashed open a fruit, and felt heartily. swigging juice.
Taichumian's aura immediately improved a little bit.
"I didn't expect that you have done so many things, and you actually have such great merit and good fortune... It's my luck." Taichu Mian muttered with satisfaction: "Now, let me break down and absorb your magic whip. The material is very Yes, but your refining techniques are too bad."
Wu Tie seemed to be able to see Taichu Mian's look of disgust.
"Your weapon refining skills are not comparable to those of the semi-saints I knew who were proficient in weapon refining... you are not even comparable to their eighteenth generation disciples. It's terrible, it's simply terrible, it's really a waste. This is a good material for the magic whip."
Wu Tie coughed dryly, took out the magic whip from his sleeve, and rubbed it gently for a while.
Wu Tie has feelings for the Divine Whip. After all, it is a treasure that he personally refined, and it has always helped Wu Tie to defeat the enemy. The Divine Whip has helped Wu Tie a lot.
However, as Taichu Mian said, good materials are broken when refined, and the power of the divine whip can no longer keep up with Wu Tie's combat needs. Perhaps it would be more meaningful to use him in exchange for Taichu Mian's injury to be healed.
Thinking of the prefectures on the northern border of the Wu Kingdom that were being madly attacked by the Snowfield Tribes, Wu Tie suddenly made up his mind. With a thought, the Divine Whip flew into the bud where the Taichu Crown was.
There was a roar, purple gold auspicious energy surged, and the entire jade dish became radiant and glowing.
The Divine Whip was shattered into pieces by Taichu Mian with just a slight blow, and exploded into wisps of the tiniest particles, which flew lightly into Taichu Mian's body. Seeing the countless spider web-like cracks on the surface of Taichu Corona begin to heal, dozens of the tiniest cracks are becoming lighter and lighter.
Wu Tie breathed out a heavy breath, turned around, and smiled at Qian Xiao.
"Okay, now, let's get on with the serious business."
Not allowing Gan Xiao to speak, Wu Tie strode out of the cave with his hands behind his back. Then, Wu Tie discovered a very magical sight.
Definitely because of Taichu Mian, when Wu Tie was walking, he could clearly feel that his body seemed to be filled with running water. His body crossed the flowing water, causing ripples and vortices of all sizes. Then these ripples and whirlpools spread in all directions, affecting the entire world.
This impact…
Wu Tie inexplicably found a sentence in the knowledge inherited by Lao Tie: "A butterfly in the primitive jungle of the south inadvertently flapped its wings and set off a devastating storm in the northern sea..."
Space, time, and all the laws of the great road are connected together through the causal relationship.
Every decision and every action made by Wu Tie will have a corresponding impact on other things in the world. These impacts may be large or small, they may be like a breeze blowing on your face, or they may destroy a country or a family.
Wu Tie's entire mind was immersed in this wonderful feeling.
What he saw and perceived became more and more strange. Gradually, the pictures he saw turned into discontinuous pictures in black and white. Everyone collapsed into flat pictures, vividly embedded in the scroll.
Time showed his true colors in front of Wu Tie.
Wu Tie had a strange feeling that as long as he destroyed a certain picture in this state, he would be able to cause irreversible damage to certain people and objects in the picture.
And, it can be traced.
Wu Tie walked towards the exit of the cave step by step. He kept activating this strange ability and looked through the scrolls that had appeared around Chiyang Mountain.
When Wu Tie was approaching the entrance of the cave, Wu Tie saw hundreds of gods descending from the sky with strong divine light shining all over their bodies, roaring towards the Chiyang Mountain. Among those gods, Wu Tie saw a familiar figure - Wutou.
That's definitely Aconitum.
Wu Tou once had an affair with Gong Yang Sanli, but the relationship was unclear.
Gongyang Sanlu was beheaded by Wu Tie, but Wutou didn't know what he was doing and did not come forward to uphold justice for Gongyang Sanlu.
Wu Tie calculated the time and found that this was probably more than ten thousand years ago.
That time, Chiyang Holy Mountain somehow offended the gods, so the gods descended on a small team and launched a surprise attack on Chiyang Holy Mountain. However, due to the time frozen by Taichu Crown and the crazy attack of Golden Crow Essence, this team of gods suffered heavy casualties and fled back to the outer world in despair.
"Aconite!"
Wu Tie's hand flashed with black and white light. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the picture. Then, with a flash of light from his palm, the picture completely collapsed.
Take action and then nothing seems to happen.
Wu Tie looked around, and it seemed that nothing had happened.
Shaking his head, Wu Tie looked at his right hand in confusion, and then said in a deep voice: "Let's do serious things. The magic of Taichu Mian needs to be carefully considered."
Unknown to Wu Tie, Wu Tou was practicing in seclusion in his palace.
Pieces of divine soul crystals and pieces of Bobo bloodline essence were suspended around him, constantly increasing his strength and constantly washing away his stabilized bloodline.
The blood is loosening, the strength is improving, and the foundation is increasing. Wutou can notice his progress every moment.
Then, an inexplicable blow suddenly came.
Without any warning or any precautions, Aconitum suddenly felt severe pain all over his body, and then the bones in his body shattered countless times. Hundreds of bone-deep wounds appeared all over his body, and large amounts of blood gushed out. It dyed a large area of the floor of his palace red.
Wutou howled miserably, twitched and fell to the ground, and then screamed hysterically: "Help... help..."
In Tianwu City, the Aconite Essence Blood clone who was standing in a secret house of the Gongyang clan let out a muffled groan, and his whole body exploded into pieces.
In addition to Tianwu City, on the Mu continent, dozens of other clones cultivated by Wu Tou with his own essence and blood, and dozens of clones scattered throughout the Mu continent, collapsed at the same time.
Dozens of separated souls collapsed at the same time. Severe pain hit Wutou's original soul. He howled in pain and fainted. Dozens of Wutou's trusted subordinates rushed into his palace, and looked at Wutou who was seriously injured and unconscious at a loss, completely confused as to what happened.
A heavy blow, a terrible blow.
But it came out of nowhere. Wutou didn't understand what happened at all, and the people of the Barbarian God clan didn't notice anything was wrong.
Wu Tie didn't know the consequences of his sudden blow. He just stood on the top of the Chiyang Mountain and looked at the huge ancient mulberry in front of him.
The Five Elements Taoist stood in front of the ancient mulberry tree, pressing his hands on the thick trunk of the ancient mulberry tree. The power of the green wood continued to flow out of the Five Elements Taoist's body and slowly seeped into the ancient mulberry's body.
The ancient Golden Crow spirit standing at the top of the tree slowly lowered its head and looked at the Five Elements Taoist with a trace of doubt.
The Five Elements Taoist murmured softly: "Wake up, wake up, I can feel you... Wake up, wake up, listen to me..."
Wu Tie looked at the Five Elements Taoist who was trying to communicate with this ancient mulberry for a while, then waved his sleeve towards Gan Xiao: "Let's get started."
Qian Xiao nodded, and then, a deep bell rang on the top of Chiyang Mountain, fluttering in the wind and spread far, far away.
In the endless wild land of the south, three thousand ancestors with the divine realm sit there. Within the most powerful tribe, when the bells on the top of Chiyang Mountain are ringing, there are also melodious copper bells ringing.
There were screams of surprise from each of the three thousand tribes, and then streaks of escaping light shot into the sky, rushing towards the Chiyang Sacred Mountain like a whirlwind.
When the bell rang, Gan Xiao's father, Gan Jiu, the previous head of the Chiyang Mountain, was squatting on the roof of his house, holding a large bowl of mutton noodles in his hands and sweating profusely as he ate.
The dry owl is tall and burly, but the dry vulture is short and shriveled, especially the big bald head without a single hair. Under the rising red sun, the huge bald head is red, and drops of sweat are constantly flowing down the scalp.
After eating more than half of a large bowl of mutton noodles with at least three ounces of chili powder, Ganjiu heard the sound of the bell.
Looking up, Ganjiu scolded with a sullen face: "Is that little bastard back?"
Several old men wearing green double-breasted gowns with sinister faces flashed out of the air. A very tall old man with a scimitar hanging on his waist said in a nonchalant manner: "It should be... this A little bastard raised by a bitch."
Dry Vulture smashed the big sea bowl directly on the roof of his house, wiped the oily soup from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and then wiped the sweat from his scalp fiercely.
"Why did he come back here instead of squatting next to that little bitch Wa Zhao? He also convened a tribal meeting... Humph, what kind of messy thing does he want to do?" Ganjiu said with a sullen face, " Go and have a look, sooner or later he will sell out all the possessions of Chiyang Mountain... it will be a matter of time."
The old man with a scimitar hanging from his waist looked at the dry vulture gloomily: "Back then, when you were born, I should have thrown you into a water tank and suffocated to death."
The dry vulture jumped and cursed: "What do you care about me?"
The old man glared at Ganjiu fiercely: "Who allowed you to give birth to such a bastard son?"
The dry vulture's face turned dark. He glared at the old man equally fiercely, took a step up into the sky, and then took another step, landing directly in a huge mulberry forest at the foot of the mountain. On the roof of the main hall.
There are streaks of fire flying from all directions. For experts in the realm of gods, it is extremely easy for them to travel hundreds of miles in an instant, and even those who are good at escaping magic can travel thousands of miles in an instant. The ancestors of the gods of the three thousand tribes came one after another, standing in mid-air and bowing to the dry vulture.
Two quarters of an hour later, there were more than 3,000 ancestors of the gods from various major tribes standing in the air, chatting with Ganjiu about their daily routine.
Although Qian Xiao is the current mountain lord, Qian Xiao squats in Fuxi Divine Kingdom all year round to show his courtesy to Wa Zhao.
Nowadays, the person who is really responsible for the daily management of Chiyang Mountain is still Ganjiu. Qian Xiao really didn't have a deep impression on many tribal elders.
Ganjiu deliberately squatted on the roof, chatting with a group of old acquaintances about their respective tribes. This year, there have been so many children with outstanding talents in the clan, how many more animals have been added to the clan, another large mineral vein has been discovered somewhere, and another innate spiritual weapon has been found from somewhere in the secret realm.
Everyone was laughing and chatting so much that they forgot to enter the main hall to discuss matters.
Finally, Qian Xiao rushed out of the hall angrily and shouted: "What are you doing? Come in here... I have something important to say."
Ganjiu coughed heavily and looked at Ganxiao: "You're back?"
Gan Xiao blinked his eyes, glanced at Gan Jiu, and said dryly: "I'm back... Well, I really have something serious to say this time... It's good for us."
Ganjiu laughed a few times, stood up, patted his butt, and said carelessly: "Zhong, come on, brothers, listen, what serious thing can this kid do?"
In the huge hall, which could accommodate gatherings of tens of thousands of people, Qian Xiao was sitting on a throne carved from a huge stone. The ancestors of the three thousand tribes were sitting cross-legged in front of him, looking at him with laughter one by one. .
"Let me tell you something good... I have found a way and am going to take you to the north." Gan Xiao said with a smile on his face: "To the north, there is a big country, extremely rich, with outstanding people. It is really a prosperous and romantic place. The little lady over there is so beautiful; you have never seen the silks and satins over there; there are the best wines, the best food, and countless gold and silver jewelry..."
Ganjiu interrupted him: "Stop talking nonsense, good things will not fall from the sky. We all want these treasures, little wives and so on... But, what do we have to pay?"
Qian Xiao coughed: "The big country in the north is called Wu Kingdom. They are facing the invasion of the snowy fields in the north. We help them fight and they pay us. It's that simple."
There was silence for a moment in the main hall.