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Chapter 193 Treasure Hunter Jiang Shirong! (seeking subscription support)
"Father, how come there are five or six-year-old children on the first floor of the tower?"

Zuo Zhiwan stood on the flying carpet and couldn't help but look back. On the vast and chaotic land of Wutu, a little child stood alone, as if abandoned by someone.

Zuo Zhiwan knew that to be able to enter the first floor of the divine tower and stand in the middle of the Wutu world without any injuries, this child was definitely not as immature, cute, weak and pitiful as he appeared on the surface.

But there are still some worries and surprises in my heart!

"Where is the child, it's just a blindfold!"

Zuo Tianlang had also noticed Jiang Li a long time ago, and couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile: "I'm afraid it's not an old monster who can't hide from the world. Didn't you see that the high priest of the Pantheon Temple also walked around him? Obviously, he is also very afraid of him!"

"Niece Zuo, it is unknown whether we will be able to leave the world of the God Tower alive. These people from the Pantheon Temple arrested us to do coolies, and the things to be dug are absolutely extraordinary!" Zong Diansheng sighed with a sad face.

"Don't worry, everyone, the Pantheon Temple cares about the world and has mercy on all living beings. It will never kill innocent people indiscriminately or do inhumane things!"

High Priest Habibullah turned his head, showing a strange smile that was not a smile under the shadow of the wide cloak, "At that time, I will implore the omnipotent and omnipresent great beings to remove the memory and let you go!"

"Consciousness Annihilation Technique!"

When Zuo Tianlang and Zong Diansheng heard the words, their expressions became even uglier.

The two of them have never experienced the magic of the Pantheon, but the effects of this kind of secret magic are similar. They are all cast with the spirit and mind of ghosts and immortals, and the relevant parts are forcibly removed from the human mind.

If it is performed by ghosts and immortals with more than four times of thunder calamity, it may be possible to control this kind of spell to an appropriate level, without too much damage to the soul, spirit and consciousness of the caster.

However, if the ghost immortals with less than four times of thunder calamity were able to retain their original consciousness, they would be very lucky.

The memory of the mild ones is impaired, and most of the past experiences are forgotten, and the severe ones will directly become confused, and even fall into madness, becoming an idiot or a lunatic.

Although Zuo Zhiwan didn't know these things, but seeing the reactions of his father and Zong Diansheng, he probably guessed something.

But no matter how unwilling or even angry they were, they were powerless to resist the sacrifices of the Pantheon Temple.

Not to mention Habibula, the high priest of ghosts and immortals who once robbed Thunder, Baraja the Man in the Iron Mask is a genuine mid-level martial saint.

However, when facing the high priest Habibullah, Baraja, who was obviously stronger, had a significantly lower posture.

Dozens of countries in the Western Regions are all subject to the belief of the gods of the three major temples, and the power of the gods is above everything else.

The gorgeous flying carpet flew in mid-air at low speed, and finally landed in a stretch of hills after several hours.

Dozens of figures are gathering here.

With five temple priests wearing cloaks as the center, there are also ten well-armed warriors wearing the same black masks as Balaja standing around them.

The iron-faced warriors are majestic and powerful. Although they are not martial saints like Balaja, they are all masters of the martial arts realm and the transformation realm.

In addition to the people from the Pantheon Temple, there are more than 40 people in the hills, including Taoists and warriors, each using their own methods to excavate around a hill in turn.

"Habibullah, you guys are too late. Marquis Zhenwu of the Great Zhou is nearby. Once he discovers the treasure under the hills, we can only give it up. Don't delay!"

Among the temple priests wearing cloaks, there was one whose cloak was very special, showing a color similar to that of a lotus root, reddish in purple, and covered with patches of golden veins, noble and gorgeous.

"It's the god sacrifice of the Pantheon!"

Zong Diansheng's heart sank, he was still thinking about finding an opportunity to escape, but now he completely dismissed this idea.

The level of the Pantheon Temple is strict, and the strength is the most respected. The status of the gods is second only to the gods and bishops enshrined in the Pantheon Temple. They are masters of Taoism in the second thunder disaster.

"Respected Hadadan, the people who entered the world of the tower are very vigilant. When they see us, they will deliberately keep a distance. If these warriors from the Central Plains were not resting in a mountain depression, we are still searching for the slaves of the gods!" Habib The chief priest touched his chest and saluted.

"Let's get started, don't waste any more time!" Hadadan's voice was very dry, as if two iron plates were rubbing against each other.

Priest Habibullah nodded quickly, and he gave a slight signal, and Baraja, the man in the iron mask, immediately drove Zuo Tianlang, Zong Diansheng and others off the flying carpet, and gave each of them a utensil similar to Da Zhou's bronze shovel, so that They join the excavation team.

Several Pantheon priests and iron-faced warriors surrounded them, quietly watching them work.

The tower world is full of dangers. If it is not necessary, no one wants to waste energy for nothing.

"I guessed right, the priests of the Pantheon Temple must have discovered some treasure!"

Jiang Li used the magical power of shrinking the earth, teleported to the back of the hill on the other side of the hill, glanced at it secretly, and then immediately looked back.

Although the ubiquitous spirit source breath in the central space of Wutu has a great hindering effect on the spiritual thoughts of ascetics, and the sensing and monitoring range of temple sacrifices is greatly reduced, but there are inevitably some unknown means.

The warriors and Taoists who were taken captive surrounded an area and worked hard to dig. They had already dug a cave passage on the ground that could accommodate three or four people, extending more than ten meters underground.

Due to the stronger oppression of the Wutu here, more than [-] captive laborers worked alternately. When each person dug a stick of incense, he had to return immediately to rest and accumulate strength.

Otherwise, once exhausted, the physical body cannot withstand the oppression of the surrounding forces, and once it falls to the ground, it will be difficult to get up again.

The progress of the excavation was extremely slow, and more than [-] "labourers" continued to work. After a long time, they gradually couldn't hold on to such a huge amount of work.

The priests and warriors in the Pantheon Temple were constantly urged and intimidated, and they couldn't get enough rest time.

Like ordinary people, sweating profusely and dizzy.

And the attention of the priests in the temple gradually became less concentrated, and they only separated some spiritual thoughts and eyes to guard, and at the same time secretly cultivated.

Running and exploring for several days in a row, they will inevitably feel tired.

"True Qi condenses, shrink the ground!"

Jiang Li was still in the stage of fetal rebirth, unable to use the supernatural power of changing shape to change the state of the physical body, so he urged the true energy to attach to the outside of the body, condensing the figure and appearance of an adult.

He took out an ordinary strong suit from the Sumeru Ring, put it on the body of true qi, wrapped the whole body tightly, and teleported directly to the depths of the cave in a flash.

At this time, two teams took over.

Zong Diansheng gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, walked unsteadily into the cave, and passed several pale-faced, panting warriors and Taoists.

Suddenly a person squeezed in beside him, walked to the top of the cave from his side, and raised a bronze shovel to dig hard.

The close-fitting strong clothes protrude from the man's vigorously swinging shovel, and the contours of thick and knotted muscles are protruding. It seems that he should be a great master with very powerful external skills.

Every time he swung the shovel, he could dig up a lot of soil, and the dust flew.

Zong Diansheng glanced at it, and if these tiles were gathered together, they would be the size of a water tank.

If it is in the world of Kyushu, this is not uncommon, any warrior or even a martial artist in the Tai Chi realm can easily do it.

But in this Wutu world, it is an act of seeking death.

If he keeps waving like this, he might fall to the ground from exhaustion and vomit blood in less than half a stick of incense.

But this well-dressed martial artist seemed unaware and indifferent.

The few people who were with Zong Diansheng were also surprised, but they couldn't protect themselves, so they would not meddle in other people's business, and took the initiative to persuade and warn.

The exhaustion of the physical body made them not even want to perform a redundant movement.

It's just that, due to the vigorous digging of the armed warrior, he directly occupied the positions of the two people.

The cave was narrow, and Zong Diansheng and the other person had nowhere to dig, so they could only retreat, which was a round of labor less.

Soon, a stick of incense passed by, and several warriors withdrew their hands, and hurriedly walked out of the cave, trying to get some more time to rest.

However, the well-dressed martial artist was still working tirelessly with his shovels and shovels.

This resulted in two more byes for those who came in to work later.

After several rounds of succession, almost everyone noticed the existence of "terror" in the cave.

A master of the Nine Realms or a person who seized the way of the house, after a round of labor, it would be difficult to bear.

However, the man in the cave survived six rounds of hard work on his own.

"That person is weird!"

Zong Diansheng sat on the ground and gulped down the elixir, recovering the almost dry strength of his physical body.

"It's not just weird, I think Wu Sheng is only that strong!"

Zuo Zhiwan also nodded quietly. She had just walked out of the cave and saw how mighty and powerful the tall, burly, muscular man was.

With a shovel, more rocks were dug out than she had dug with a stick of incense. At this time, the depth of the cave was more than double what it was just now.

"We met an expert!"

Zuo Tianlang's eyes flashed brightly: "The peak master of the God Transformation Realm doesn't have one-tenth of his physical strength, he is definitely a martial saint, even above the middle level!"

"But how did Wu Sheng get caught here?"

Zong Diansheng scratched his head, but a warrior with a Da Luo accent next to him sneered: "Idiot, of course he wasn't forced!"

"You mean he wants to..."

Zong Diansheng immediately woke up.

The Pantheon asked them to dig here, and the fool also knew that there must be treasures hidden under the ground.

And the Pantheon Temple family is not the only one who wants this treasure of Wutu!
"Let's pretend we didn't see it!"

Zuo Tianlang's voice was weak, "Only if there is a drastic change here, can we have the possibility of escape, otherwise we don't need the sacrifices of the Pantheon to strip our memories, just keep digging in the cave, we will end up exhausted and die !"

"yes"

The other people around also nodded secretly, reaching a tacit agreement without extra words.

"Master Habibula, those middle-earth people seem to be a bit lazy, and the number of people entering the cave to work each round is two fewer than before!"

Not far away, Baraja the Man in the Iron Mask finished adjusting his breath. He opened his eyes and observed for a moment, and immediately noticed the change.

"It's okay, let these Middle-earth people rest for a while, if you are in a hurry, you will be exhausted, and it will be a waste of time!"

The officiant Habibullah waved his hand. Judging from the gravel piled up outside the cave, the excavation progress has not slowed down, but has been faster than expected.

"I'd better go and have a look!"

Balaja looked at it for a while, still a little uneasy.

There was too much energy around him, blocking air and sound transmission. Even a mid-level warrior like him couldn't hear the conversations between the middle-earth people outside the cave.

"Baragja try to keep some physical strength, Zhenwu Marquis Jiang Shirong and other forces may appear at any time, we must be ready for all battles!"

The officiant Habibullah looked at the back of Balaja going away, and said worriedly.

These martial arts with well-developed limbs and simple minds are really only suitable for rough work.

What kind of storm can a group of middle-earth slaves who don't even have martial saints or ghost immortals cause.

Why waste energy on useless things!
……

Zuo Zhiwan sat on the ground to rest, a gourd-shaped jade around his waist gleamed warmly, flashing past Zuo Zhiwan's body from time to time.

All kinds of Wu-earth forces around her were also resisted by this twilight, and when they fell on her, they were obviously weakened.

It is also because of the function of this gourd-shaped jade pendant that although her state is low, she is only at the peak of the innate state, but her physical strength is relatively light.

"Zhiwan, when you enter the cave again, try not to consume your physical strength, the divine thoughts and mana in the fairy gourd magic weapon are consumed too much and are about to be exhausted!"

Zuo Tianlang glanced at the jade pendant on his daughter's waist, and his worried expression flashed across.

As the guardian elder of the Five Elements School, he naturally knew the dangers of the Wutu world, and the reason why he took the risk of taking Zuo Zhiwan here was because of the extraordinaryness of this jade pendant.

It's a pity that they met the priests of the Pantheon Temple, and most of the mana of the divine thoughts in the jade pendant was consumed.

Even if there is a chance to escape here by chance, they can only retreat to the edge of Wutu world immediately.

The power of Wutu there is the weakest, and the jade pendant's magic power may last longer until Zuo Zhiwan breaks through to the seventh realm of Wumai.

"The martial saint of the temple is here!"

Zuo Tianlang's thoughts were interrupted by Zong Diansheng's soft shout, he looked back and saw Balaja walking slowly with his hands behind his back, his heart couldn't help but tense.

Although the one in the cave should also be a martial saint above the middle level, continuous excavation will inevitably consume his strength greatly, and he will be at a disadvantage when meeting Baraja in his prime.

Not to mention, the two high priests of the temple not far away.

"God loves all living beings, and his mercy spreads to the world. You lazy middle-earth bastards, how are you worthy of God's favor on you!"

Baraja's voice was very cold, the pressure of the martial saint was reduced a lot under the oppression of various forces in the Wutu world, but it was still not something that Zuo Tianlang, the miraculous transformation, martial arts warriors and Taoists like Zuo Tianlang could bear.

Just releasing some, these already exhausted warriors and Taoists who were immediately suppressed lay on the ground, unable to support themselves.

"If it weren't for the kind and respected Priest Habibullah who gave you some extra rest time, my character would have smashed your bones into pieces!"

Balaja snorted coldly, walked past Zuo Tianlang and the others, and gradually disappeared into the cave.

"How to do?"

Zong Diansheng was in a hurry.

"Let's resign ourselves to fate. I only hope that the Martial Saint in the cave can hold out for more time. Once their fight attracts the attention of the temple priests, we will run for our lives immediately!" Zuo Tianlang said in a low voice.

"bang bang bang"

As soon as Balaja walked into the cave, there were bursts of violent chiseling sounds coming from the depths of the cave.

"Which slave is this, who works so hard!"

Balaja was taken aback for a moment.

In all fairness, with his physical strength, it seems that he can only maintain this rhythm and strength when exerting all his strength.

Wow

Suddenly, the entire cave trembled violently, accompanied by the sound of gravel falling to the ground, as if a shell had been smashed by force.

"This is Wutu Kunzai!"

There was even an inaudible exclamation.

"That thing came out!"

Balaja's heart moved, and he quickly flew towards the inside of the cave.

"Wutu Kunzai is actually such a treasure of heaven and earth!"

In the deepest part of the cave, a thick layer of gravel has accumulated on the ground, almost filling most of the cave.

Several "workers" who were on duty to excavate were blocked by the gravel, and they picked up piles of gravel with both hands and transported them to the outside of the cave.

Jiang Li stood at the top of the cave, and a blue-gray shell in front of him was smashed by him with a shovel, revealing an artifact inside.

It is a piece of stone shaped like a tortoise shell.

The various lines on it are interlaced and very clear.

The center forms three grids, corresponding to the three talents of "Heaven", "Earth" and "Human".

The ten grids around correspond to the ten heavenly stems, and there are 24 mountain-shaped grids around the back of the turtle.

There are also twelve grids on the bottom of the stone flakes, corresponding to the twelve earthly branches.

These patterns are combined together to faintly form 64 hexagrams.

Although it was only a small piece of stone armor, when Jiang Li looked at it, he had the illusion of overlooking the vast mountains and rivers.

The "Kyushu Chronicles" in the Book Pavilion of the Protectorate of the Five Armies recorded rough information about this treasure.

Kun Hou carries things, and virtue is boundless!
Kun Zai, the origin of the embryonic form of the earth, the bones of the earth, and the roots and veins of the earth!
With this thing, a continent can be conceived.

Placed within the sea area, there is a continent stretching thousands of miles.

If you have great magic power, you can open up space and use it as the foundation of a world, thus creating a middle-thousand world.

It is a hidden treasure that all emperors and aristocratic families can't wait for.

Owning this thing, open up a world in the void, which can accommodate hundreds or tens of millions of people to recuperate, train the army, and become the master of a world. As long as the thousands of worlds in this foundation are not destroyed, they will be invincible forever. Close the entrance to the world, and no one can find it.

Even if it is placed in the ocean, an overseas country can be established.

And these treasures of heaven and earth, the foundation of the emperor, are quietly floating in front of Jiang Li at this moment.

"The treasure is now in the world, everyone exits the cave immediately, roll!"

Balaja also faintly felt the vast aura of Wutu Kunzai, and shouted as he ran wildly.

He knocked away the layers of gravel in front of him, and saw a tall figure standing in front of the blue-gray shell, blocking the treasure out of sight.

"The guy who got in the way, die!"

Balaja suddenly stretched out his claws while running, and the surrounding Wuearth essence was sucked up by the terrifying suction in his hand, and suddenly retracted and condensed.

If a ten-thousand-jin boulder is involved, it will collapse to the size of a fist in an instant, and the flesh of the living being will be turned into powder and blood.

Wutu Kunzai was born between the heaven and the earth, and has never been contaminated with any breath of life. If there is a drop of blood, he will immediately identify with this breath.

Even if this creature dies, the identity of this aura will not change. If you want to erase it, you can only refine it day and night with many masters of ghosts and immortals. The power it takes is unimaginable.

This is also the reason why Balaja grabbed Jiang Li.

However, no matter how large the wind roll formed by the surrounding Wutu Jingyuan's breath under the action of suction, it could not shake that tall figure in the slightest.

"Wu Sheng!"

Balaja realized something almost instantly, and his heart sank suddenly.

And the tall figure also turned around at this time,
"Shocking Wave Purgatory Gun!"

The tall figure held the palm of his hand, and a cyan long spear with condensed true energy appeared instantly. When the tip of the spear was lifted, a billow of air surged towards him, blowing the already inwardly withdrawn energy into a more violent wind.

Balaja didn't have time to react, he was directly blown away by the turbulent waves and wind, and knocked out of the cave.

With a bang, countless broken stones shot out like flying arrows, and amidst the turbulent air waves, Baraja flew out of the cave in embarrassment and rolled to the ground.

The gravel hit him, and a cyan spear flew out, stabbing directly at Baraja's shoulder.

"Huangtian killing art? It's you again, it's you again!"

Balaja clenched his fist and blasted out, smashing the blue spear, but the entire front of the fist was also stabbed with blood.

He roared angrily, shouting loudly: "Jiang Shirong, you despicable villain, you are the number one martial artist in the world, and you actually do such a thing of stealing treasure!"

"What, Jiang Shirong!"

In the space, the aura of Wutu Jingyuan hangs down like wisps, almost isolating all air and sound, but the wrath of Holy Baraja Wu, roaring angrily, the sound breaks through the layers of aura of Jingyuan, and spreads out for an unknown distance.

Not far away, everyone in the pantheon, including Hadadan God Priest and Habibula Priest, stood in horror at the same time.

Jiang Shirong's prestige and reputation spread throughout the Kyushu and shook the world. Who in the world is not afraid of disrespect?
Hearing Balaja's voice, Hadadan's first thought was to run away!
Although he was a second-time Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal, in front of Jiang Shirong, who was rumored to have touched the threshold of a human immortal, he was not enough to look at at all.

At this time, Balaja's second voice came again.

"Hatadan God Sacrifice, the treasure of Wutu buried here is not anointed soil, but Wutu Kunzai, the bone of the earth, the origin of the embryonic form of the earth!"

"What, Wutu Kunzai!"

The hearts of Hadadan, Habibulla, and others were all shaking.

As high-level priests in the temple, they certainly knew the importance of Wutu and Kunzai, and its value was no worse than that of a province, and even more precious.

That is the treasure of heaven and earth that can open up a world!
If the Pantheon can obtain this treasure, it can establish an eternal kingdom of gods in the void and become the most powerful and eternal sect in the world.

Let God's will last forever.

With this in mind, the fear and awe of Jiang Shirong in his heart can only be forgotten.

For the supreme god, I will die!

What about Jiang Shirong?

Kill, kill, kill, all the details are revealed!
Hadadan God Priest and Habibullah Priestess flew up almost immediately, but before they could perform Taoism, a horrifying and terrifying momentum erupted in the cave.

The earth dried up, and within a thousand miles, the essence of the earth essence was instantly emptied!
(End of this chapter)