Chapter Six Hundred and Eighty Eighth Ride Yellow

After hearing Qiaoer's explanation, Xia Tuo relaxed. It was obvious that the creation of this relic far exceeded his expectations.

A rune, evolved a vast water world, and Xuanming loomed, this is the embodiment of the Dao.

"By the way, Uncle, Shi Jian has been subdued by you?"

At this time, Qiaoer's eyes lit up, and she said excitedly.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, Fangzheng means that the stone sword can be touched, and it will no longer activate the sword formation."

Getting up from the stone bed, Xia Tuo felt for a while that he was a bit tired and had no other injuries. He speculated that his mental power was exhausted because he saw the world in the underworld.

Soon, Xia Tuo came to the cave again, where both Hun Kong and Yin Hong were screening the stone sword. At this time, the stone sword could already be touched with spirit and would not activate the sword array.

"Patriarch."

Seeing Xia Tuo coming, Hun Kong and Yin Hong stopped their movements.

"How are you two?"

"Patriarch, the runes on the stone sword have been rubbed, but due to the second rubbing, only 10% of the runes on the stone sword of power and charm are left.

But even if it is only a 10% charm, the good fortune contained in it can make our Great Xia's armor undergo earth-shaking changes together. "

After Yin Hong finished speaking, Hunkong continued: "Patriarch, through the stone sword, Elder Yin Hong and I speculate that if this large formation is to be opened, it is necessary to decipher the inscribed dao rhyme of the nine formation swords, such as this stone sword. The same, the patriarch broke through the mystery."

Looking at Hun Kong and Yin Hong's earnest eyes, Xia Tuo certainly knew what they meant, he didn't hide anything, and then said aloud: "This is a dark pattern, the main defense, it is taken from the true spirit Xuanming, In addition, there are other Dao rhymes such as water rhyme."

Hearing the sound, the two of them looked at the underworld carefully. For this kind of divine script of heaven and earth, everyone will get different insights after comprehending it. Xia Tuo's words can only bring them inspiration.

However, the comprehension of the first Mingwen will be of great help to the subsequent deciphering of the remaining eight sword foundations.

Xia Tuo looked at the illusory beast shadow. This guy seemed to be relying on him. He didn't say where he went. According to Qiaoer, during the three days when he was comatose, this guy stayed by the stone bed, crooked. He stared at him with his head bent.

Then, Xia Tuo left the Stone Sword Cave and walked towards the Copper Sword Cave. Since the illusory beast shadow helped him understand the inscription on the Stone Sword, let's look at the Copper Sword again.

It's a pity that after wandering in the Bronze Sword Cave for a long time, the phantom of the ominous beast followed in front of him, and no more mental fluctuations came out.

Could it be that Shi Jian was an accident?

At this time, Xia Tuo suddenly remembered the beast tide a few years ago. Bishui Qinglian came here under the control of the old turtle. Not necessarily anymore.

Legacy!

The clear water and green lotus are also for the legacy!

Thinking of this, Xia Tuo left the Bronze Sword Cave, first returned to the stone room where he temporarily lived, sat cross-legged on the stone bed and fell silent.

His original intention of coming to the place of relics was to see how the poison pill and armor he prepared were doing. As for the relics, he was not in a hurry, but after three days of mental exhaustion, his spirit was still in a state of exhaustion.

In the spiritual world, the blue light on the quasi-primordial spirit is slightly dim, and the Xuan Kongjia suspended above is also somewhat dim. The quasi-primordial spirit is the manifestation of his soul, which can be regarded as the external manifestation of the soul, but the primordial spirit cannot replace it. soul.

Of course, if the primordial spirit is destroyed, the warrior is equivalent to the living dead. After the primordial spirit appears, it can be regarded as the center of the soul.

At this moment, the tiredness in his body came from the depths of his soul.

With a single thought, ripples manifested in the spiritual world, and the inscription that appeared in the stone sword before appeared. At this moment, the inscription brought to him more and more like an irregular turtle shell.

hum!

Then, a small sword appeared in the spiritual world, trying to inscribe the underworld on the Xuankong Armor. According to his speculation, once this rune was inscribed on the Xuankong Armor,

Even if only 30% to 50% of the charm is portrayed, Xuan Kongjia's defense against the primordial spirit will be doubled.

Another tortoise shell was engraved on the tortoise shell, and the main material of Xuan Kongjia was originally made of tortoise shell, so Xia Tuo didn't have much delay in his movements.

For a moment, in the spiritual world, the quasi-primordial spirit held Xuankongjia in one hand and the small sword in the other. When it fell on Xuankongjia, the spiritual power in the spiritual world was immediately rolled up and gathered on the small sword. Everything needs mental power as pen and ink.

Xia Tuo's spiritual world was completely stirred up by the depiction of Ming Wen, and at the same time, the dark world of water emerged from the tumbling mental power, Xuan Ming, who was black and green all over, with all four legs facing the sky.

The evolution of this scene consumes a lot of mental power very quickly. His spiritual world is a big lake, and the water in the lake is dropping rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The same is true for the condensing of mental power, Xia Tuo has not stopped at this moment.

He has already stepped into the threshold of the law, and it is time to transform into the primordial spirit. The appearance of Hades may not be an opportunity, even if it is not, he is not at a loss, just add a turtle shell to his soul.

Beside the stone bed, the illusory animal shadow tilted its head and looked at Xia Tuo, with a thoughtful look in its eyes, and a flash of clarity suddenly appeared.

"Ming~"

"Xuanming~~"

"Northern Xuanming, make up the sky~~"

...

For a moment, in the empty eyes of the phantom, thoughts became more and more brilliant.

This scene caught Qiao'er's attention. Although the phantom seemed harmless to Xia Tuo, he had to guard against it. So seeing Xia Tuo practicing, Qiao'er followed and acted as a guardian for Uncle.

Hum~!

At this moment, a ray of purple light lit up between Qiao'er's eyebrows, and a purple-blue divine light like a loach wandered in the purple light, and began to outline a god figure, which soon turned into a Jumang god figure with wings and two dragons on its feet .

"Little Qiaoer, what's the matter?"

Jumang's divine pattern flickered, and there was a whining sound. For the nanny that Jumang had chosen for him before his death, in the tribe, besides Xia Tuo, Qiao'er was the closest.

"Damn it, you're a living innate soul."

"Qiaoer kill him quickly, he wants to take A Tuo away!"

The next moment, Wuwu exploded.

The purple light between Qiao'er's eyebrows was dazzling, turning into a round of purple sun, and there was a tragic cry.

"Quick! Kill it!"

At the same moment, the illusory animal shadow looked at Qiao'er, especially the whining in the purple light between Qiao'er's eyebrows, and the eyes became even brighter.

"Ju~~Jumang~~~"

"Don't be so close, you don't even know me, do you know who you want to seize, it's Ben Jumang's old... brother!"

At this moment, Wuwu naturally realized that the innate soul did not intend to take it away, otherwise that guy Xia Tuo would have slashed it with his sword.

"Jumang~"

"What the hell are you?"

Wuwu trapped in the purple light between Qiao'er's eyebrows was only the size of a palm, and couldn't leave the range of the purple light.

"Cheng Huang's body, blue bird's wings, and head look a bit like an enlightened beast. What the hell are you?"

Wuwu squinted his small eyes, looking at the illusory figure with interest in his eyes.

"Hey, it seems that I have lost my memory. This is great."

"You~ you know me?"

To Xuying's question, Wuwu nodded, pondered for a while, and said, "Woo~~ You are riding a yellow beast, don't you remember?"

Hearing the sound, Xu Ying shook his head, it really doesn't remember, there are only a few pictures in its memory, most of them are muddleheaded, subconsciously following the ferocious beast in this wasteland to make troubles.

Of course, that was before meeting Xia Tuo. In recent years, it has been eating meat soup in the Relic Mountains.

"Yes, you are riding a yellow beast."

"Cheng Huang~"

Xuying's eyes revealed thoughts, and it took a long time before he made a sound.

"I am Cheng Huang."

Wuwu has already seen it, this is a string of several innate true souls gathered together, but it is really rare for innate true souls to appear on the barren land, and it is even rarer to still exist after such a long time.

Cheng Huang, one of the congenital true spirits, has a white body and a sharp horn on the back, which can increase one's lifespan by two thousand years.

Obviously, this string is mixed up, the horns on the back are gone, and it has become a soul body, but I don't know if there is any good luck in riding a horse.

Wuwu thinks it must be gone. Without the Chrysanthemum crisis, there will be no good thing to prolong life, but Xia Tuo can be encouraged to try and live for another two thousand years.

Wuwu is very happy to have successfully abducted a mixed innate soul.

Although he didn't know what it would be useful to keep it, but A-Tuo taught him earnestly, regardless of whether it was useful or not, he would bring his own home first, and since Daxia is so big, a group of horses should be released, and a group of horses should be driven. It's not just a matter of adding a slot.

After some exchanges, Wuwu finally confirmed that Chenghuang was really lost and his memory was gone, so he could rest assured to fool around.

...

Sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, Xia Tuo's spiritual power in the spiritual world was consumed rapidly, but the Mingwen on Xuankongjia only drew a small spot, and he had to stop to rest his spirit.

He found that such a sharp consumption of mental power is also beneficial to his own spiritual progress.

...

Xia Tuo, who came back to his senses, opened his eyes and saw Wuwu, but he was not surprised. As the high priest, Qiao'er can summon totems.

It's next to my phantom, by the way, it's called Chenghuang now, it's really an innate soul, but in this way, it should be severely beaten by the wilderness, and in the end I even forgot my own memory, so I can only drift away instinctively Gone with the wind.

Then, he rested in the place of relics for a few days, put away the refined leather armor and poison pill, and tore apart the space to go to Lingzhou.

...

Lingzhou Daying Central Hall.

"General, I brought the armor made of animal skin, but there are only 100,000 sets, and there are more than 200,000 soldiers gathered in each way. You see how to distribute it."

Sitting on the main seat, Xia Tuo looked down at the Haohai God General and everyone in Zhenjiang.

"According to what the patriarch said earlier, choose the winner to change clothes."

God General Haohai didn't delay, and said aloud, although the soldiers from all walks of life came to Lingzhou not long ago, they have been formed for eight or nine years, and those who need to be adjusted have already been adjusted. If you want to choose the winner, only those with real swords and guns Dry.