Apricot of the Great Desolation

Chapter 390 Fuqu's Chance

The black hawk rose into the sky and swooped down again.

Temujin calmly ordered again: "Retreat!"

Under the leadership of the dragon and horse, galloping like wolf smoke, and blessed by the luck of the human race, an unknown god's shadow formed faintly behind the rider's head, but the real and specific image could not be seen.

That is the supreme god of the people on the grassland - Changshengtian.

With the support of many parties, Temujin once again escaped.

This time, Black Eagle was not helpless. He rose up again, rushed to the sky, and spread his wings.

Jet black feathers like flying swords penetrated down, covering the sky and the earth. The dark color covered the entire sky, and the sky suddenly became dark.

The bloodline of this black eagle is extremely mixed, but if he can cultivate to the realm of Daluo, no matter how low his foundation is, he will evolve into a being that is not weaker than the innate beings.

But Temujin was not worried at all. It had been a thousand years since his father died. During this period, more than one tribe had rebelled on the grassland, and there were even people who had contacted the demon gods deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Under this situation, after thousands of years, the overlords on the grassland are still the Qiyan tribe.

"Go back again!"

The feather arrow was very fast, penetrating the void, faintly trying to break through the space barrier, almost reaching the ultimate level of Da Luo.

However, compared with the cavalry under Temujin's command, they were still a little inferior. The power of luck once again blessed them. This time, the shadow of the gods behind them already had a substantial feeling.

What can be vaguely seen is a majestic existence that reaches the sky and the earth, with a huge body and vast divine power. It is surrounded by stars and rivers, and the sun and moon are trampled under its feet.

Tens of thousands of demons prostrated themselves, and even the most powerful Demon Saints of Heavenly Wolf and Goshawk Demon Saint deep in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains prostrated themselves at his feet.

With the support of this phantom that looked like a substance, the speed of the cavalry increased again, almost turning into a golden rainbow light.

The Goshawk behind him trembled when he saw this figure. Although he didn't recognize it, there was a strong sense of awe in the bloodline inheritance, as if this was some kind of supreme god, and his figure involuntarily stagnated.

At this moment, Temujin's eyes narrowed, he turned around and repeated his old tricks. After a round of volleys, Black Eagle's body became more and more wounded.

However, for Black Eagle's huge body, this is still not a big deal. The mana in the body circulates for a moment, and it has been completely restored. Only the power of luck remaining in the body is a bit troublesome and needs time to be cleared.

After these two times, Black Eagle already had the intention to retreat. Although these human beings were not high in cultivation, there seemed to be an extraordinary being standing behind them. The divine image made him frightened. It was definitely a powerful being.

Looking at his emperor-like figure, combined with the throbbing of his own blood, a ridiculous idea appeared in Black Eagle's mind.

A few words from the demonic records in the bloodline, the highest master of their demon clan, His Majesty the Demon Emperor, who looms large in the ancient starry sky.

None of the creatures who have cultivated to this level are stupid. Those who do something knowingly know that it cannot be done are fools.

So, the Black Eagle dived again, and Temujin continued to flee, but the Black Eagle did not chase, but suddenly turned around and fled in the opposite direction.

Seeing this, Temujin did not panic. He stretched out his hand and drew out the scimitar from his waist. Then he looked at it and shouted:
"Boys, let's hunt!"

As soon as the words fell, the cavalry behind, whether they were monsters or soldiers, howled excitedly. Afterwards, streaks of streamers galloped across the grassland, hunting and killing the black eagle.

At the Da Luo level, no matter what race they are, they are all treasures. The feathers and bones on the Black Eagle's body can be used to refine spiritual treasures, and the flesh and blood can be given to monsters and newborns in the clan to strengthen their muscles and bones.

Seeing Temujin chasing him, the black eagle turned around and dived again, and Temujin turned around and fled again.

In this way, the two became stalemate. Black Eagle chased, Temujin fled, Black Eagle did not pursue, Temujin raised his bow and shot, Black Eagle fled, and Temujin chased.

The two have been in a stalemate for hundreds of years. Temujin is still there and has no worries, while Black Eagle is already panicking.

Temujin basically didn't consume it, because the mobility was too strong, and the original power in the black eagle's body was almost consumed by the arrows with luck.

Another 300 years later, under Temujin's kite-flying tactics, the black eagle finally whined and fell from the sky, withering like a kite with a broken string.

A group of cavalrymen rushed forward like a pack of wolves hunting, circling around the black hawk. They would not approach until they were sure that it was completely dead.

Temujin came on horseback, his eyes were narrow and sharp, and his eyes were as calm as a deep well. He looked at the king of the sky, a generation of great Luo demon gods, jumping out of the long river of time and space to write the final chapter of his life.

There was a deep look of regret in Black Eagle's eyes. If he had known better, he would not have eaten those mortals, and he really hated the cavalry in front of him.

Spending nearly a thousand years just to wipe him out alive is really exhausting.

In the endless frustration and despair, the avenue in Black Eagle's body began to dissipate, and its original power was completely wiped out. The avenue was like duckweed on the water. There was no longer anything to rely on, and it would naturally dissipate.

Hundreds of years passed, and the avenue in the body of the Black Eagle Demon God completely dissipated. Only then did Temujin step forward, and a joyful voice came out:

"My sons, take our prey back!"

"Whoops!"

With a roar of excitement, he took out the mustard seed treasure, put away the black eagle, and started the return journey.

After walking three thousand miles, Temujin stopped when he saw the figure in front of him, and the cavalry behind him stopped at the same time, giving orders and prohibitions.

No one asked why, they only knew that if they followed their own king, they would be invincible.

Covered in a black robe, with black hair shawl, and hands clasped together, this man looks strange, like a monk, like a Taoist, like a demon or a god.

Temujin's eyes were solemn. This was not the first time he saw this strange person in front of him. During the thousands of years of fighting, he could see this figure every time.

You must know that during this period of time, they were chasing each other, their footsteps almost traveled all over the ancient northern frontier, and their footprints were all over the void.

In this case, seeing this person in front of me in every battle speaks volumes.

Temujin was wearing animal clothing, sitting astride a dragon horse, looking down at Wutian, and asked: "Alas! Pedestrian, where did you come from!"

Wutian raised his head, his eyes flashed with golden light, and there was a deep demonic meaning in the golden light. He clasped his hands together, and the smile on his face was as warm as ever.

"The poor monk Wutian came from Lingshan Mountain in the west and met Khan!"

Temujin had a half-smile on his face and said, "Looking at you like this, you don't look like a monk, but more like a demon!"

Wutian's expression did not change and he asked: "Then the Khan wants to slay demons?"

Temujin patted the dragon horse on his crotch. The dragon horse understood what he was thinking, and with a long neigh, it ran off the reins and ran towards the distance. The cavalry behind him followed, rolling up a cloud of smoke and dust, and a proud voice resounded throughout the world:
"Wherever I step on my iron hooves, there will be no immortals, gods or demons!"

Watching Temujin's retreating figure, the smile on Wutian's face became warmer and warmer: "A person with great luck should be able to help a poor monk realize his ambition!"

……

Xuanyuan Realm, Thousand Miles of Apricot Forest, Xuanyuan Palace Alchemy Hall.

The Qiankun Cauldron exudes a blue-colored light, and the glaze-colored eternal real fire underneath is burning blazingly, exuding an eternal and eternal true meaning.Zhang Ye sat cross-legged in front of the Qiankun Cauldron, with his true body swaying behind him. The original power was magnificent and magnificent. It was absorbed by the Qiankun Cauldron from the void, and the spiritual treasures used in it returned to their origins.

When a certain critical point is reached, the bright light will be overwhelming and colorful.

Zhang Ye stretched out his hand and patted the Qiankun Cauldron. A lot of light instantly erupted from the cauldron's mouth, and the treasure light overflowed. The Lingbao was thrown aside as soon as it came out of the cauldron.

Look next to you, there are already three mountains of treasures piled up.

Most of the spiritual treasures that guard the nodes of the earth line are Qionglou, Yuyu, stele, tower, tripod seal, etc. The spiritual treasures of these shapes are inherently effective in suppressing the earth veins.

Most of the spiritual treasures guarding the water vein nodes in the sea and abyss are coral agate, flowing bead trident and the like.

The styles of the spiritual treasures above the stars are mirrors, wheels, flags, clocks, or even chessboards.

Looking back, nearly two thousand figures were sitting cross-legged, with a ball of divine fire burning in front of each body. Various spiritual materials were thrown into the divine fire according to their attributes, and a batch of acquired spiritual treasures could be produced in a few years.

Then put all the acquired spiritual treasures into the Qiankun Cauldron at the same time, returning to the origin and returning to the origin, turning the acquired into the innate.

These nearly two thousand figures are all Zhang Ye's Taoist bodies. They are responsible for refining the spiritual treasures, entering the restrictions, forming an acquired spiritual treasure embryo, and then handing it over to the main body, throwing it into the Qiankun Cauldron, returning to its origin.

Most of them are low-grade innate spiritual treasures, which will be placed in the smallest nodes and the most barren places, followed by middle-grade innate spiritual treasures.

As for the innate treasures, there are only twelve more, all of which were found from the treasure troves of the three parties.

This kind of spiritual treasure has been arranged in Zhangye. The four seas and sea eyes, Kunlun, Yujing Mountain, Sumeru Mountain, Buzhou Mountain, the lunar sun in the ancient starry sky, Ziwei Beichen, most of these places are magnificent and magnificent, and ordinary treasures cannot suppress it. .

Looking at the mountains of spiritual treasures in front of him, Zhang Ye felt that he would not want to refine any more spiritual treasures for tens of yuan in the future.

"Third brother, come to Xuanyuan Palace!" Zhang Ye said.

At this time, in the human holy land, Fu Rui and Ying Zheng were sitting opposite each other, surrounded by Bai Qi, Li Si, Shang Yang and others.

The sound of various kinds of Taoism resounded through Zhangtai Palace, the avenue was filled with happy clouds, and the twelve-grade white lotus on the head of the lotus made a sense of holiness arise spontaneously, like a lofty goddess or fairy, which made people feel ashamed.

Zhang Ye's voice passed through the protective formation of the human race's holy land, passed through the long river of spiritual path and the long river of humanity, and appeared directly in Fu Rui's mind.

She opened her eyes, and with a thought in her mind, she told everyone: "Master calls me, and I have to take a step first. Please don't blame me!"

After conveying the message, Fu Qu quietly left Zhangtai Palace without disturbing others.

After Fu Rui left the Da Qin territory, a trace of deep fear flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.

This is the second time. The last time the Ten Thousand Dao Bells rang, the Holy Land of the Human Race didn't notice anything. It's still the same this time. This is really too insecure for a creature who practices the Imperial Way.

Li Si and Ying Zheng have worked together for tens of millions of years, and they are already very familiar with each other. They also see the problem with Ying Zheng.

Creatures who practice the imperial way always have this problem. They are suspicious, never reveal all their trump cards, and they are all self-centered.

For example, Haotian is Hongjun's son, but he must have his own little thoughts. If he is really loyal to Hongjun, he will not try to change the rules of heaven.

Li Si couldn't help but remind him: "Your Majesty, that person is now the prehistoric sky!"

"I know!" Ying Zhengmu said calmly.

Ying Zheng's thoughts are not important to Zhang Ye, and there are only five or six people in the whole prehistoric who are worthy of his fear.

The Holy Land of the Human Race is adjacent to the Xuanyuan Realm, and Fu Rui has become a quasi-sage and can tear apart the space.

Therefore, as soon as Zhang Ye finished speaking, Fu Rui appeared in front of him.

"I've met Master!" Fu Ru bowed respectfully.

"I called you here because of a chance, and you may be able to prove the truth, but it will take a long time to endure, are you willing?" Zhang Ye went straight to the point.

He indeed had an opportunity for his third child. The eldest and second child had already attained enlightenment, and the fourth child was on his way. He had observed his destiny, and the next life would be when the fourth child attained enlightenment.

Only Fu Rui is the most despairing. She is not a stupid creature like Jiang Ziya who makes others despair.

The ninth-grade Pure World White Lotus transformed into a human form, and his qualifications are not low, comparable to some of the second batch of innate gods and demons.

However, she has never liked practicing, so she is just a bastard with great talent but no ambition to make progress.

If Fu Rui hadn't felt the gap with everyone in the past few years, which filled her with fighting spirit, Zhang Ye wouldn't have given her this opportunity this time.

Sure enough, when Fu Rui heard that it was an opportunity to directly attain enlightenment, she became excited. She stepped forward, put her soft and boneless hands on Zhang Ye's shoulders, and asked as she pressed them:
"Master, what kind of opportunity is this!"

Zhang Ye gave Fuli a funny look and said: "The six realms of the prehistoric world have just merged, and there are still many cracks. The world is not stable. I thought that I entrusted your three masters to evolve the formation to complete the prehistoric world and benefit hundreds of millions of people. Omen of life!"

"There are four sets of formations, you can dominate one of them, and you will have supreme merit!"

Hearing this, Fu Que was a little discouraged and said, "Master, how long will it take to become a saint by relying on merit!"

At that time, Taoist ancestor Hongjun said that there were three paths to enlightenment, one of which was the path to merit and virtue. But to be honest, there was no path to enlightenment through merit and virtue in the ancient world.

Those who have achieved enlightenment through merit and virtue are still saints of the way of heaven, and they can rely on the power of the way of heaven in the wilderness.

Unlike those who achieve enlightenment with the help of Hongmeng Purple Qi, those who achieve enlightenment through merit do not have to worry about their body and soul dying. The real thing is, because you are the favorite cub of Heaven.

In the prehistoric times, even if a statue in the early stage of Hunyuan Wuji beheaded those who achieved enlightenment through merit and virtue, they would be half-dead by the way of heaven with immeasurable calamities.

To say that the only ones who are most likely to achieve merit and enlightenment in the ancient world are Sanqing. With Pangu's legacy, that single amount of merit is enough to push them to merit and enlightenment.

It’s just because the meritorious saints are the weakest, that’s why the Three Pure Ones didn’t take this path.

Back to the subject, Zhang Ye heard Fu Rui's words and instantly understood what Fu Rui meant. He was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry for a moment.

Although merit and enlightenment will not put one's life in danger, it does not have strong fighting power, and it also ruins one's future.

If you really want to rely on merit to realize the Hunyuan Wuji, I am afraid you will need a heaven-opening merit.

But with that kind of strength, who would take the method of proving the way through meritorious deeds!It is tantamount to cutting off one's future.

So, Zhang Ye stretched out his hand, touched the center of Fu's eyebrows, and passed the information about the Nine-Xu Mitian Formation to her, saying:
"We have set up the Nine Void Sky Formation, and we need the help of the disciples of the three Taoist sects. This can be regarded as giving them an opportunity. You can hold the Qiankun Cauldron and do your job to enhance the origin of the prehistoric spiritual energy!"

The more Fu Fu looked at it, the brighter his eyes became, purifying the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. In other words, in the future, the area around the Qiankun Ding will become a place like a holy place for cultivation in the ancient world.

And she, Fu Rui, can now enjoy practicing with the power of innate origin. The most important thing is that the Qiankun Ding is purifying the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which is equivalent to purifying the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This can practice her great way.

"Thank you, Master!" Fu Rui was overjoyed and quickly bowed down.

(End of this chapter)