Chapter 260: Qiankun Ding

At the same time, in the Great Thousand Worlds.

Nuwa, who was in retreat, suddenly woke up.

A layer of ripples shook in the void, and a large tripod fell beside Nuwa.

The tripod was bronze, with three legs, and it was engraved with the infinite universe, the rhyme of Taoism, and the innate immortal aura.

"Master?" Nuwa said in surprise.

[Qiankun Ding, I already know your way, and I will give it to Baichuan after using it. This treasure was originally for him. ]

"Yes! Master!" Nuwa hurriedly stood up and bowed to the void.

[Good, practice well, and comprehend the Qiankun Ding. ]

"Farewell, Master!"

The rhyme of Taoism that was like heaven and earth dissipated, and Nuwa moved her eyes to the Qiankun Ding.

Qiankun Ding, the innate treasure!

Nuwa looked at it carefully, and then used her divine sense to explore it.

Qiankun Ding, it contains good fortune, and the innate immortal aura.

Nuwa didn't know the specific power, but she had heard Baichuan talk about the effect of Qiankun Ding reversing the innate.

That's right, it was a spiritual treasure that could reverse the innate.

Of course, it could only be reversed into a low-grade innate spiritual treasure.

As for the spiritual treasure, the difference between the innate and the acquired in terms of power is actually not that big. The most important thing is the unique "spirit" and forbidden avenue in this innate spiritual treasure, which is what all the powerful people are chasing after.

Of course, now there is another one, which is the effect of beheading corpses.

This is what countless powerful people are pursuing.

But for Baichuan and others, now it is reversed to the innate, a low-grade innate spiritual treasure... It's not very meaningful.

After all, no one would use this thing to behead corpses, and no one practiced the Three Corpses Dao.

'Baichuan seemed to say that he was in need of spiritual treasures? ' Nuwa thought carefully, and then shook her head.

None of this is important.

For her, the biggest thing about Qiankun Ding is to comprehend the ever-changing Qiankun and the indestructible innate.

This is the most important thing.

But...

"The reversal of the innateness of the Qiankun Ding actually has such a big limit?" Nuwa was slightly surprised. Consume merit? Consume luck?

The reversal of the innateness of the Qiankun Ding is special. It can also attach the innate immortal aura to other spiritual treasures, but what is consumed is the innate immortal aura of the Qiankun Ding itself.

Once this thing is consumed, it is very difficult to replenish it. Even the origin of the true water can't make it up.

This is the second magical thing about the Qiankun Ding. It can transform other things into its innate immortal aura. The first thing to bear the brunt is merit and luck.

Of course, the Qiankun Ding has endless creations, and the origin of the true water can also be used, but it is inferior to merit.

Putting these thoughts into her heart, Nuwa smiled slightly, placed the Qiankun Ding in front of her, and quietly comprehended it.

Generally speaking, spiritual treasures still need to be simply refined, but Hongjun's action must save all the troublesome steps.

At the same time, in the Taiyin Star.

"Meet Yue Lao." Xihe, wearing a golden silk robe and a phoenix crown, nodded slightly in greeting.

"Meet Taiyin God." Su Shiliu bowed in return.

Xihe's face flashed a little unnatural, and he asked tentatively: "Fellow Taoist Yue Lao, but... are you here to propose marriage?"

"..." Su Shiliu looked slightly embarrassed. What's wrong with you, you look like a thief?

"Taiyin God, let me see who you are destined to be with, how about it?" Su Shiliu smiled politely.

"Okay." Xihe nodded.

Su Shiliu also nodded, then raised his hand, a touch of light pink Taoism flashed across his fingertips, and then a red line as thick as a hair was tied to Xihe's wrist.

One end of the red line wrapped around Xihe, and the other end extended infinitely.

Di Jun, who was "talking and laughing" with Baichuan, suddenly felt a shock in his heart, a touch of Taoism wrapped around his wrist, and Xihe's appearance appeared in his heart...

And, followed by a palpitation in his heart.

This feeling was something he had never experienced before. Even on the day he became the Emperor of Heaven, he had never been so excited.

"What's wrong, Daoist friend?" Bai Chuan narrowed his eyes and chuckled.

"Well, nothing, I suddenly felt that...something was enlightened in my heart! Yes, something was enlightened!" Di Jun smiled, suppressed the throbbing, and hid the red rope wrapped around his wrist in his sleeves.

"So that's it." Bai Chuan nodded, slightly raised the corner of his lips: "If you didn't say it, I saw Daoist friend blushing, and thought it was spring again."

Di Jun was puzzled: "Spring? What's the connection?"

"Spring is here...all things are revived...it's the favorite...season for the little monsters again."

Di Jun was quick-witted and figured it out in an instant. His eyelids twitched slightly, and he was blaming the mulberry tree again.

"By the way, speaking of seasons," Baichuan looked at Dijun, "there is still a merit."

"Huh?" Dijun was a little confused: "Time sequence, four seasons, all these merits have been earned by you, how come there is still merit?"

"Dividing power." Baichuan spread his hands and said, "I just set the time sequence and four seasons that should be there, shouldn't the rest be done by you, the Emperor of Heaven?

"The god who controls spring, the god who controls summer... the god of the twenty-four solar terms, tsk, if these powers were still in the hands of Dong Wanggong, you might have fought for them, but now they are all in the hands of you, the emperor of heaven...

"How did you, the emperor of heaven, do it?"

Bai Chuan frowned and looked at Di Jun: "Where is your list of gods? Where is your heavenly book?"

"Uh... what is the heavenly book?" Di Jun said with embarrassment.

Bai Chuan: "..."

What kind of god can you confer without the heavenly book?

No, how many backdoors did you open for him, Master? How could he be conferred without the heavenly book?

"Come on, follow me to a place. "Bai Chuan supported his forehead and took Di Jun back to the thirty-three heavens.

Bai Chuan had talked with Hong Jun long before.

The 'Book of Heaven' is the so-called List of Gods.

This thing is in the Heavenly Court, not in Hong Jun's hands at all.

The Three Books of Heaven, Earth and Man are spiritual treasures born from the heaven and earth. Countless years ago, before the great catastrophe of the fierce beasts, they fell into the hands of the previous masters of the Heavenly Court, Qing Tian, ​​Huang Tian and Cang Tian.

The Book of Earth is now in the hands of Zhen Yuanzi, and it is the spiritual treasure of the earth's fetal membrane, protecting the entire prehistoric land.

This is indeed a What a joke.

What the master of the earth is the Wu clan, it should be Zhen Yuanzi.

The last book is now in Hongjun's hands, but Hongjun doesn't know when it should be born, or he knows but hasn't said it.

In Taiyin Star, Xihe's face was slightly ruddy, and he invited Su Shiliu into Taiyin Star.

The two began to have a long conversation.

Far away from the boundless chaos, the two old Taoists in Zixiao Palace sat opposite each other again.

"Daoyou, the opportunity for the earth to be born... can it make Honghuang perfect again and suppress the demons again?" Yangmei said calmly.

"Yes." Hongjun nodded: "The opportunity for the earth to be born is nearby."

"Speaking of it..." Yangmei stood up and looked at Honghuang: "Daoyou, standing at a different height, watching their behavior, is it like watching a play? According to what you know, which step did you see and how much did you see?"

"I never look at the long river of time. "Hongjun smiled and said:

"Let's talk about the future in the future. As for what the future will be like, I prefer to watch them evolve on their own, rather than observe the future at will. Everything is predetermined. Isn't it a loss of the original authenticity?"

Yangmei was slightly startled, shook his head and chuckled:

"Daoyou is right. It's me who has forgotten my roots. I think back to the time when we were one of them, running around to prove the truth."

"Daoyou, don't be anxious. I've seen it." Hongjun chuckled: "When Luohou dies, how can you not return to the prehistoric world?"

"Oh?" Yangmei raised his eyebrows: "Are you serious?"

"Really." Hongjun nodded: "The Demon Ancestor died, and Yangmei returned. I can still open this backdoor."

"Good." Yangmei raised the corner of his mouth: "I will go to the chaos to find the demon world."

"No, Daoyou. "Hongjun looked at Yangmei: "The fight now is different from that of the past. More of it is in the 'chess game' of the prehistoric world."

"So fellow Daoist asked them to guard the prehistoric world after they have achieved enlightenment?"

"Yes." Hongjun nodded: "But even so, demons are everywhere. Dao and demons coexist. If one encounters demonic obstacles in cultivation, he will also be possessed by demons. If there are demons, the ancestor of demons will come, and the path of demons will not die."

As he spoke, Hongjun raised his hand and erected a mysterious mirror. On the mirror, there was a golden immortal who had gone astray and was possessed by demons.

He was infected with the aura of calamity and could not help himself. He had already entered the path of demons and his temperament had changed greatly.

"He was originally a humble person, but now he has fallen into the path of demons and done demonic things. He was also bewitched by the 'heart demon' and lost his mind in the path of Taoism and obtained the method of the path of demons. He killed three fellow Daoists who had practiced together for millions of years and plundered their origins.

"He hid very deeply. He knew that he was a demon and that demons should not exist, so he lived cautiously, fearing that he would be discovered."

"It's already like this?" Yang Mei frowned: "Is this the reason for the catastrophe? The reason why the demons will be reborn?"

"In fact, there were some before the catastrophe." Hongjun said lightly: "It's just far less than now."

As he said, Hongjun pointed a finger and turned the man into a wisp of ash.

"The workload of that fellow Taoist is really going to be huge." Yang Mei smiled.

"No." Hongjun shook his head: "I won't care anymore, I will only care occasionally."

Yang Mei's pupils shrank, and he immediately understood Hongjun's idea.

Show weakness, but not completely show weakness, to give the other party an illusion that we are actually at the same level...

"If you don't make a sound, you'll be amazing. If you make a sound, you'll kill, just like back then."

"I won't make the same mistake again as I did back then." Hongjun stared and turned off the Xuanguang mirror.

Hongjun has always been brooding over the previous battle.

It was unexpected for Yangmei that a demon had entered the prehistoric world.

"The demon race... the existence of this race is really a great disaster for the world." Yangmei shook his head and sighed:

"Luohou, who was still a 'Daoyou' back then, was not like this."

Hongjun was slightly startled and sighed: "The Luohou of the past was a real free man, a free demon, doing whatever he wanted, unrestrained, not the demon that everyone wants to kill now."

"What happened in the past is still in the past, there is no need to mention it again." Yangmei sighed, and then his eyes fell on the prehistoric world:

"But this heavenly book, even you and I couldn't find it back then, but it was taken advantage of by Santian."

"This book is not very useful." Hongjun said: "Its greatest function is to communicate with the way of heaven and seal the authority of heaven and earth."