Chapter 1478

Walking into the temple, Zhuo Wen found that the area of the temple was small and it was dark around.

However, with his eyesight, he could still see the general situation in the temple.

The layout inside is very simple. A table is placed in the central position, surrounded by very fragmented stone tables and benches.

In addition, there is nothing else, but around the walls of the temple, there are many rare and exotic animals carved in strange and lifelike forms.

However, Zhuo Wen has never seen or even heard of it.

"Chaos, Baize, Yinglong, candle Jiuyin..."

Different from Zhuo Wen's carelessness, the voices of Xiao hei and Cheng Huang suddenly exploded in his mind.

Immediately, a black awn and a yellow awn swept out of Zhuo Wenmei's heart at the same time. Xiao hei and Cheng Huang's eyes fell on the surrounding wall carvings.

"What's the matter? Do you know these wall carvings, too?"

Zhuo Wen showed a trace of surprise in his eyes and quickly asked Xiao hei and Cheng Huang.

"The rare animals drawn in these wall carvings are all ancient strange animals, but all of them fell in the ancient war."

Xiao Hei's eyes were complex and he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing with regret.

"Xiao Hei is right. Which of these ancient strange beasts is not comparable to the immortal Saint level, but none survived in the ancient battle." he nodded.

"Comparable to the existence of immortal saints? No one survived?"

Zhuo Wen was stunned and immediately showed a shocking color. All the strange animals at the immortal Saint level fell down. Even he heard from Xiao Hei before.

At the beginning of that battle, countless saints fell, and even immortal saints could not be avoided. Then what kind of war would have such terrible power?

"What was the war in those years? Did it have something to do with that day?"

Zhuo wenmu was puzzled and soon thought of the insect that even the chaotic temple should treat carefully.

Chaos temple is a first-class great force in China. Even these great forces should be treated with caution. It is absolutely extraordinary. Maybe this Tianchong was the mastermind of the war.

"Your guess is not quite correct. The war did have something to do with Tianchong, but Tianchong was not the culprit that day."

Xiao Hei shook his head and continued: "maybe you don't know how powerful the Tiankai continent was ten thousand years ago? The Tiankai continent had such grand events as the universal assembly. There were countless saints, and there were many immortal saints."

"Moreover, at that time, there was the ultimate strong man who had transformed the divine realm. Just a Tianchong could not do anything about Tiankai continent."

Hearing the speech, Zhuo Wen became more and more curious. It seems that there are still some secrets about the war ten thousand years ago, otherwise Xiaohei could not be so cautious.

What makes Zhuo Wen even more unimaginable is that ten thousand years ago, there was still a strong man in the realm of God. With such a terrible strong man in charge, a mere insect may not really threaten the whole continent.

So what kind of thing can break the Tiankai continent, which was at the peak of martial arts ten thousand years ago, into what it looks like now?

Maybe he felt Zhuo Wen's puzzled eyes. Xiao Hei sighed and said, "it doesn't matter. When you really step into middle earth, all the truth will emerge slowly."

"I just tell you that the nine holy talismans in the legend of Tiankai continent have an inseparable relationship with the strong man who turns into God."

Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, but he could only sigh in his heart. He knew that since Xiao Hei didn't say it, I'm afraid it's not time, or he didn't know the qualification of the truth.

After browsing around the temple, Zhuo Wen found that there was nothing else around except wall carvings.

However, soon his eyes fell on the central bill, on which rolls of bamboo slips were randomly placed, about piled into a hill.

At first, Zhuo Wen didn't pay much attention to the bamboo slips on the case, but after inspecting the surroundings, he finally began to doubt that the bamboo slips in front of him were unusual.

In front of the note, Zhuo Wen poked out his right hand, took the bamboo slip in his hand and opened it.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a strong light swept out of the bamboo slips, and the word Daoguang in it was like a vortex, surrounded Zhuo Wen and wrapped him in.

At the same time, the seven golden lines in Zhuo Wen's eyebrows began to emit extremely intense golden awns, and then the golden lines began to peel off from his eyebrows one by one.

"The reification of the holy movement can visualize the weapons you imagine in your mind. The gold patterns can be visualized according to your imagination. The more the number of gold patterns, the stronger the power of the visualized weapons."

In the process of light words surrounding Zhuo Wen, a stream of content was also introduced into Zhuo Wen's mind.

"Reification of holy luck?"

After pondering for a moment, Zhuo Wen said in a deep voice, "it looks like a long gun."

As soon as the voice fell, the seven gold patterns began to combine in front of him to form a Zhang Xu gold gun.

On the surface of the golden gun, there are golden lines, which look mysterious and distant.

This process is very similar to the previous scene where smoke like fire embodied the gold pattern as a long sword. Obviously, smoke like fire should also have entered the temple and successfully embodied the long sword.

Whoosh!

Zhuo Wen suddenly threw the golden gun in his hand, and the gun blade cut through the air, producing a hissing sound of tearing the air, which sounded very harsh. The space just crossed by the big gun was also torn into a black crack because of its powerful power.

"It's so sharp that even space can be cut."

Zhuo wenmu looked happy and muttered to himself.

"It seems that the function of this temple is to show you how to visualize your own holy luck. The stronger the holy luck, the stronger the weapons. It also indicates that if you want to become stronger, you should compete for more holy luck from others."

Xiao hei and Huang sweep to Zhuo Wen and stare at the golden gun in Zhuo Wen's hand with satisfaction.

Zhuo Wen answered, and even summoned Xiao hei and Cheng Huang into the sea of knowledge, stepping out of the temple.

"Maybe we should call back the two parts. It's time to do a good job."

Out of the temple, Zhuo Wen suddenly found that there were three people outside the temple.

Perhaps seeing Zhuo Wen coming out, the three people waiting suddenly showed their fear.

"It's Wenzhuo. Let's go."

One of the young men, dressed in black, whispered, and immediately fled to the distance.

The other two were stunned and immediately followed the young man. The speed of the three was quite fast and passed away in a flash.

"Shi Yi?"

Looking at the black young man who fled without looking, Zhuo Wen showed a radian in the corner of his mouth.

This young Zhuo Wen is no stranger. Like him, he was Shi Yi, the disciple of the killing League in the seventh challenge arena when he won the holy luck in the second pass.

At that time, Zhuo Wen met Shi Yi after killing Wu Lan and Zheng Tang in the challenge arena.

Originally, Zhuo Wen intended to solve Shi Yi cleanly and directly, but the latter was extremely cunning. He hid himself by relying on the art of assassination and concealment, and then abstained immediately to avoid death.

Now that he meets Shi Yi again, how can Zhuo Wen let the former go.

Moreover, the two people behind Shi Yi, looking at their clothes, are actually disciples of the killing alliance. Moreover, their cultivation is not weak. They are both invincible emperors.

"You can't run away."

Zhuo Wen smiled coldly, and the golden lines in the center of his eyebrows came out and combined into a golden gun. Immediately, Zhuo Wen threw his right hand and swept directly towards the fleeing Shi Yi.

"No!"

Feeling the roaring wind behind him, Shi Yi looked ferocious and shouted angrily. He turned directly and tried his best to mobilize the power of Shengyun to resist the shot.

Shi Yi also has two gold patterns, but he has not learned the ability to visualize the holy movement. Obviously, Shi Yi has not entered any temple.

It is also doomed that Shi Yi will suffer a great loss under this blow.

Pooh!

There is no doubt that Shi Yi's defense is like paper paste. The golden spear is as powerful as a rainbow and passes directly through his body. The former is directly split and burst into a mass of blood mist.

"Run!"

Looking at the second killed Shi Yi, the other two disciples of the killing alliance split their eyes, shouted loudly and fled in two directions.

Whoosh!

Zhuo Wen grabbed the golden gun, grabbed the handle with his right hand, and immediately threw it. The golden gun grabbed the young man on the right.

Zhuo Wenti chased the man on the left. Relying on the power of the holy body, Zhuo Wenti was like a vigorous cheetah, running fast on the earth.

"Ah!"

A scream sounded. The young man on the right was directly chased by the golden gun and passed through his chest. There was no accident that he burst into a blood mist. He couldn't die again.

"No! I can't die."

The warrior on the left naturally heard the screams of his companions and was even more afraid.

"You have to die if you don't die."

An indifferent voice came, and immediately the warrior saw that Zhuo Wen had blocked in front of him. The huge fist roared at the warrior.

"No!"

The warrior on the left wanted to struggle to death and quickly used the power of holy luck.

Boom!

However, even if the warrior used the power of holy movement, it seemed fragile under Zhuo Wen's powerful holy body attack. The defense arranged by holy movement was directly broken.

Pooh!

Looking at the slaying disciples of the killing League, Zhuo Wen's eyes were indifferent and showed no mercy.

Whoosh!

Three golden mans gushed out of the three corpses and drilled into the center of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows. Soon, the golden grain in the center of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows began to grow and spread, and finally condensed the eighth golden grain.

"Hmm? Only one golden grain?"

Zhuo Wen's eyes were slightly frozen, showing a look of doubt. There were about five golden patterns on Shi Yi and two other killing League disciples.

The five golden stripes just add one, which makes Zhuo Wen feel helpless.

"The more gold stripes there are, the more difficult it is to condense," Xiaohei explained.