Suddenly, when he woke up, he was a little puzzled.
Now Tianzun Ling, Tianzun Yue, and Tianzun Yun are not in the Xiaohan Heavenly Court. What happened to require these three Tianzun to be dispatched together
Yun Tianzun and Yue Tianzun are nothing more than that, their strength is unpredictable, but Ling Tianzun is not good at combat power, in fact, Ling Tianzun's cultivation level has always been very low.
When Qin Mu met Ling Tianzun last time, she was only in the realm of a true god.
For her, it doesn't matter whether the state is advanced or not, what is ultimately important is to study her own supernatural powers.
This time Ling Tianzun is not in the Heavenly Court, which means that the matter is very urgent and serious.
The Heavenly Dragon Chariot stopped, Qin Mu quietly sneaked into the Xiaohan Heavenly Court, and found Ling Tianzun's residence. Many ponies were still checking the scattered manuscripts, and Ling Tianzun's residence was still a mess.
Seeing this scene, Yan'er couldn't bear the relapse of her old illness, so she diligently helped Ling Tianzun tidy up.
Qin Mu also helped sort out these manuscripts, and suddenly found a stack of drawings, and couldn't help being stunned.
He quickly flipped through the stack of drawings, Ling Tianzun drew a drawing of a woman, and various runes of good fortune.
"Lang Wo!"
Qin Mu's heart skipped a beat, but he checked carefully and confirmed that what Ling Tianzun transformed should be Lang Wo from his girlhood.
At this time, Lang Wo's description is beautiful, pure and full of vitality, people can't help but feel their heart beating wildly when they see it, there is a feeling of being in love.
Compared with Lang Wo, the creator of the girlhood, the God King Lang Wo of the later generations is more beautiful, but his heart gradually becomes colder, with less emotion and more rationality.
Although Ling Tianzun's paintings were not up to the mark, she still brought out the beauty of the young girl in the paintings. Obviously, this was not the first time she saw Lang Wo.
Qin Mu collected himself, and then looked at other blueprints, most of which were fortune runes.
In addition, he also found another blueprint, which was an extremely large and complicated artifact blueprint.
Qin Mu flipped through it quickly, with a serious expression on his face: "The artifact of good fortune!"
This is not an artifact, but an artifact!
The artifact of good fortune is extremely large and complex, and it is a behemoth that has brought the way of good fortune to the extreme!
"Could it be that this artifact of good fortune is the artifact of good fortune in the zaofu Tiangong of later generations? Mrs. Yuanmu created Yunchuxiu, and Shi Tianzun created the artifact Yu Tianzun. They all used this artifact of good fortune?"
Qin Mu mused, the blueprints were extremely complicated, judging from the materials needed, there was no such thing as divine gold and iron that could be used to create artifacts, not even such treasures as Guixu Yuan Iron and Tianyin Gold.
The gold of Guixu Yuan, Tie Tianyin, all contain natural Dao rhyme and have their own attributes, and forging artifacts requires a kind of divine gold without any attributes to maximize the way of creation!
"It's no wonder that Tianzun Yun went to Zhaoyang Hall to steal treasures. His purpose was not only the Emperor's Seal and the Emperor's Altar, but also to find a treasure that perfectly fits the way of good fortune. This kind of treasure can only appear in Grandfather."
He also saw some other blueprints, which were the divine sense runes contained in the Great Emperor's Seal and the Great Emperor's Altar. Ling Tianzun deconstructed the Great Emperor's Seal and the Great Emperor's Altar, and realized the divine sense runes from them.
Although the creators of the ancient times had a strong spiritual sense, they did not develop into the runes, and there was nothing for the avenue runes.
"If the Emperor was here and saw Ling Tianzun's deconstructed rune of divine consciousness, he would probably be filled with emotion and think that Ling Tianzun is his Taoist friend, but the next moment, he would kill her!"
Qin Mu's eyes flickered as he looked at the divine sense runes sorted out by Ling Tianzun. Ling Tianzun is obsessed with academics and doesn't care about foreign things. Yu Tianzun once said that her aptitude and understanding are still higher than her own. Maybe it is Yu Tianzun's self-effacing, but Ling Tianzun's aptitude and understanding are absolutely extremely high!
The Taidi's divine rune should be deconstructed by Yun Tianzun at her request, so as to infer the Taidi's weakness.
"That is to say, Yun Tianzun deduced the flaws of the Supreme Emperor's Supreme Divine Consciousness based on these divine sense runes, and set up a trap for the Great Emperor in Taixu. The Supreme Emperor's Supreme Divine Consciousness Domain, It has been cracked! When he displays the Supreme Divine Consciousness Domain, it is the time of his death!"
Seeing these blueprints, Qin Mu suddenly understood why the three Heavenly Venerates were needed to dispatch together.
"They went to Taixu, ready to attack the Taidi!"
His eyes were extremely bright, and he raised his head. Over the years, Ling Tianzun did not continue to study material difficulties, but deduced the way of good fortune to the extreme. In addition, studying the emperor's spiritual consciousness delayed her a lot of time.
However, Yun Tianzun also established a method to deal with the Taidi and the ancient god Tiandi based on this!
"Taixu, I'm afraid there is already a big battle happening at this moment!"
Qin Mu's mind was agitated, but now, he had no time to rush over to watch this battle that would affect future generations!
In the land of emptiness, a loud noise came from the sky, and the majestic figure of the emperor crushed the sky of the land of emptiness, crushed the stars created by the creators to visualize creation, destroyed the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and let the emptiness The world created by the fictional creators with their spiritual consciousness collapsed!
The terrifying spiritual consciousness backfired, reversed the impact, and rushed into the brain of the Taixu Creator.
The originally peaceful land of Taixu suddenly turned into a huge killing field. Under the backlash of powerful spiritual consciousness, the creators who fled into the land of Taixu involuntarily raised their heads to look up at the sky, opened their mouths wide, and the out-of-control gods Consciousness poured into their mouths, smashed their spiritual consciousness, smashed their brains, shattered their thinking!
There are two lands of emptiness, and on the other land of emptiness, God King Lang Wo stared blankly at this scene when he was a young girl.
Yun Tianzun stood beside her, and said softly, "Lang Wo, you and your people don't understand intrigue and trickery. Today I will teach you a lesson, and it will be the last lesson."
With a complex expression on his face, he said, "For the survival of the race, we can do whatever it takes!"
Divine King Lang Wo opened his mouth, and looked at the patriarchs and elders of the Creator clan behind Tianzun Yun. None of them got up to intercept the Taidi and prevent the Taidi from slaughtering.
"For the survival of the race, all sacrifices are worth it!"
Yun Tianzun continued to Lang Wo in an indifferent tone: "The first piece of land of Taixu can be destroyed by the Emperor, and the creator there can also be killed by him. The collapsed consciousness in Taixu will turn the land of Taixu into nothingness." In a desperate situation, those spiritual senses not only backfire on us, but also backfire on the emperor, the stronger the cultivation base, the stronger the backlash."
He forced a smile, and said, "I will exchange the death of a million people from your clan for the lives of a hundred thousand people behind you."
When she was a girl, Lang Wo looked at the patriarchs and elders of the various clans as if praying, and behind the elders of the clans and clans, there were a hundred thousand creators.
"Save them..."
Lang Wo heard himself begging them with an unfamiliar voice: "Please!"
The spiritual senses of the ninety-eight oldest creator patriarchs and elders were entangled together, turning into unusually loud spiritual fluctuations, full of the joy of dying for the future of the race: "O Lang Wo, the saint of our creator family , for the survival of the race, all sacrifices are worth it! We are also ready!"