Mythological origin

Chapter 103
"By the way, there is one last thing."

"What's the matter?" At this time, Chen Xi was still immersed in the obsession with destroying the world that Bai Mo had just mentioned.

"Give me back the Zhenshi Golden Talisman."

"Golden Talisman of the World? I don't remember such a thing."

"If you think about it again, in theory, you should remember it now."

"..."

"I remembered, it was it."

After hearing Bai Mo's reminder, Chen Xi somehow felt that he had some more memories.

That was hundreds of years ago, when the empire had just returned from an expedition in the Daochen Realm and officially named this area the Cursed Land.

A talisman that fell from the sky appeared in front of him without warning.

For some reason, when she sensed the magic talisman, she seemed to see a palm covering the sky and the sun, and was about to press it down on the continent where she was.

then……

The memory is lost again.

She vaguely remembered that at the end of that memory, there was a faint sigh.

……

A fox tail patted her on the back, and a piece of talisman paper with countless complex lines emerged on her back.

Chen Xi used the tentacle-like nimble fox tail to pull the talisman paper off his back.

At the same time, the other foxtail took out a pair of special black-rimmed glasses from his pocket, and put them on as quickly as possible.

"Boss, take it away quickly. The mental pollution of this thing is too serious. Through the shielding glasses, I can feel that there is information desperately drilling into my memory!"

The shielding glasses were specially developed by the empire to prevent high-level monks from unconsciously releasing information from polluting low-level monks.

Many monks, especially those who often have the opportunity to meet real immortals, will put on a new look to avoid being polluted as much as possible.

The spiritual pollution leaked out unconsciously by the powerful immortals is simply a disaster for low-level monks.

The light ones distort the character, while the serious ones lose themselves directly and become the opponent's puppet or fanatic.

……

After Bai Mo took the talisman paper with its own pollution effect in his left hand, he immediately cut off a section of the fox's tail that had touched the Shizhengjin Talisman with a knife in his right hand.

"Pain pain pain pain...!"

The air was full of screams.

……

After a dozen breaths.

"Return it to you." A brush with a strange hair color floated from Bai Mo's hand to Chen Xi who was still clutching his tail.

"My fur, my tail?"

"Yes."

"..."

"It's a pity that the main material is still a little short, otherwise it should be able to make a real fairy weapon."

"That's a very hurtful statement."

"..."

"The pen fell in shock.

The poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods. "

Chen Xi took the semi-immortal artifact made of his own tail hair, and casually wrote two lines of poetry in the void using the wind as ink.

With the appearance of these two lines of poems, the entire chat space felt a little unstable.

It is as if wind, thunder, rain and electricity can all be generated in this stroke.

She has no doubts that if she takes this semi-immortal-level pen to the real space outside, she will definitely be able to control the world and kill the three parties.

"Boss, what do you think is a better name for it?" Chen Xi held the brush fondly, even temporarily ignoring the pain of a severed tail.

Anyway, with their sixth-level monster physiques, it won't take long for them to return to normal after cutting off their tails.

But for the top-quality Lingbao of the semi-immortal level, she might only buy one or two with all her wealth, and it is very likely that there is no market for it.

After all, the spirit treasures used by the upper echelon of the empire have not yet achieved industrial mass production, and are still at the level of handcraft workshops, with a very low output, completely dependent on a small number of refining masters, and the production cycle is often in units of years.

Even if you really want to buy it, it may be decades before you actually get it.

"Tianhu pen?"

"...Isn't this clearly saying that I use my own hair as a weapon..."

"Fenglei pen?" Bai Mo said another one casually, but it was just a small thing made out of hand, and he really didn't have much interest in messing with the name.

"Okay, that's it."

Seemingly aware of Bai Mo's impatience, Chen Xi quickly agreed to the name.

……

"What kind of magical thing is the Zhenshi Jinfu? Why didn't I remember it at all before, but I remembered it immediately after being reminded?"

"This is the eighth-level talisman seal I created."

"The eighth-level talisman... According to the legend, there are three seventh-level talismans for the empire's suppression. There are only two people who can make the seventh-level talisman."

"But why did I forget it?"

High-ranking monks have an excellent memory, even if it happened hundreds of years ago, it stands to reason that they would not be completely unimpressed.

"The World-Suppressing Golden Talisman has been in a superposition state of dimensions for a long time. Under normal circumstances, monks below the eighth level cannot perceive its existence. Unless someone who can see tells you, then you will be aware of it."

"Besides, under the real immortal, you can't carry the memories related to the Zhenshi Jinfu, so after I leave, you will automatically forget everything related to it, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you become a fairy, you will remember it again."

"..."

"It's not so easy to become a fairy... Besides, you need to guard against certain people, or you will never return."

"I've taken care of that."

"what?!"

"While I was looking for you, I also talked to Ye Dexian for a while."

"..."

Many nobles in the empire have vaguely guessed that it is the guy from the blood alliance who is interfering with the sixth-order consummated monks to cross the reincarnation catastrophe, causing the success rate that was already [-] in [-] to [-] in [-].

But because there is no evidence, and no one is willing to take the lead in fighting against the blood alliance with four true immortals, this matter has always been unresolved.

Several monks who were already able to overcome the catastrophe, such as Queen Venis, chose to endure and wait for the opportunity.

Anyway, the sixth-order lifespan is as long as [-], so it won't be a problem to prepare for it for a while.

The big deal is to give up everything in the empire, open a spaceship, and fly in the opposite direction of the imperial fleet for 100 years to escape the control of the claws.

"Do they really have a way to affect the difficulty of reincarnation?"

"No, they can't affect it."

"Then why... only two of them have succeeded in hundreds of years? Even Chen Bowenjian and the others have all failed?"

"Ye Dexian and the others can't affect the Samsara Tribulation, but they can blur the spatial coordinates of the imperial fleet, making it difficult for others to return through the original link even if they successfully cross the Tribulation in other space layers.

Those who have been able to come back successfully over the years, one Como, and another, are all true immortals who specialize in space research, so they can find their way back.

It's a pity that even Cuomo himself doesn't know the real reason.Secretly think that Ye Dexian and the others really have a way to control the difficulty of reincarnation. "

(End of this chapter)