Apricot of the Great Desolation

Chapter 388 A generation of genius, a meeting in Zhangye

"What do you think of him?" After watching the whole process of Wu Tian's preaching, Zhunti looked at Emperor Shi Tiandao.

Emperor Shitian was silent. After a long time, he finally said decisively:
"Reporting to the Mother of the Buddha, this person used the name of the Buddha to destroy the Buddha. If things go on like this, everyone is a Buddha. Then who will believe in the Buddha? Where does the power of my Buddhist faith come from?"

Zhunti's expression remained unchanged, he was noncommittal, smiled slightly, and then asked: "If I give it to you, what should I do?"

This time, without thinking, Emperor Shitian got down from the white elephant, bowed down and said, "Disciple, please kill this person immediately. In order to rectify the lofty status of the Buddha's Dharma, and kill the buds of slandering the Buddha!"

"That's good, that's good. If that's the case, would you like to take a trip?" Zhunti clasped his hands together and asked.

Emperor Shitian returned to the white elephant again, his eyes full of determination, the thunder arc of the vajra in his hand flashed, and he bowed slightly again and said:
"The disciple will definitely fulfill his mission!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left. The white elephant under his crotch swung its long trunk, and its six white teeth shone with cold light, as if they were about to pierce the sky.

Seeing Emperor Shitian's retreating figure, Zhunticai clasped his hands together and sighed: "What a pity, he can see through the Buddha, but not people!"

Jie Yin's eyes were calm and he responded: "Because of this, he is who he is!"

……

In the northern part of the prehistoric times, there is a city made of huge stones lying on the vast grassland. There are some historical mottled marks on the city wall, and the scratches made by knives and axes are very old, proving the achievements of this city.

This is the city of the Qiyan tribe. Under the leadership of Yesugei, after thousands of years of fighting, the Qiyan tribe quickly conquered the grassland.

Today, the royal court has been destroyed, and now the ruler of this grassland is Yesugei.

In a huge stone palace in the royal city, there was a man lying on the stone bed. He was tall and strong, but his whole body exuded an aura of decay.

Since the last battle with King Wang Ting, Yesugei has suffered severe injuries that are almost impossible to recover from.

Although he looks strong on the outside, in fact his great path has decayed, his energy and blood have withered, his spirit has become dim, and he is already terminally ill and on his deathbed.

There were only two figures standing in the main hall, a middle-aged man in white and a young man in animal skin.

The boy has a snub nose and a broad face, and looks very similar to Yesugei, inheriting the characteristics of the people living in this land.

He lay in front of the stone bed and listened to the last words of the hero who unified the grassland.

"Temujin, after my death, I don't need to be cremated, and I don't have to follow the Central Plains humans to build a mausoleum for me. I will be sent to Shiwanda Mountain to find the great demon clan deep in Shiwanda Mountain. They will follow the ancient agreement, It also allows Abba’s body of flesh and blood to play its final role!”

When he said these words, Yesu should look calm, as if life and death made no difference to him, and he was fearless, like a proud eagle. He continued:
"The Saints have always been unruly and ferocious wolves. You need to rely on yourself to tame them. I have removed the biggest obstacle on this grassland for you. Next, it's up to you!"

Although Temujin was young, he had a determined look on his face and answered:

"Abba, I will definitely become the most powerful eagle on the grassland, and all the wolves will crawl under my son's wings!"

Yesugei moved his body, lying flat on his back, looking at the mysterious pictures and texts carved on the top of the hall, and stopped talking, as if that mysterious rune could bring him back to life.

After a long time, his slightly tired voice sounded:

"You go out first, I want to talk to the prophet!"

Temujin glanced at Fuxi, then without saying anything, he stood up and retreated slowly.

At this time, Yesugei was no longer so calm. He looked at Fuxi, his eyes full of pleading, and he cried:
"I am not afraid of death, and I ask the prophet to help Temujin and my clan!"

Fu Xi let out a long sigh, and said: "The saints need tempering, and Temujin also needs tempering. Young eagles raised in warm nests will not grow up!"

Yesugei forcibly supported his body, sat up, pressed his hands on the stone bed, leaned forward slightly, and sounded out with a pleading voice:

"I know, and you should know, but no matter what, please ask the prophet to save Temujin's life!"

Fuxi felt a pity in his heart. He had worked with Yesugei for thousands of years. He admired the man in front of him very much. He was a qualified king.

But he can't live. If Ye Su should not die, there's no guarantee that anyone will use him to make a fuss.

So Yesugei held the best acquired spiritual treasure, led the Qiyan tribe with strong soldiers and horses, and faced the peak of Da Luo with Da Luo's perfect cultivation level, but he suffered an irreversible Taoist injury.

Although Dao injuries are difficult to heal, it is naturally easy for a Hunyuan to sustain Da Luo's Dao injuries.

But Fuxi was not saved, and Yesugei also knew the reason why Fuxi was not saved, and even vaguely guessed the truth behind his Tao injury.

So he handed over the position of leader to Temujin, which was a tacit agreement between Yesugei and Fuxi.

But Yesugei was very afraid. He was afraid that his son Temujin would one day die in an unknown way like him. That's why he said this. At this moment, he was just a father.

Fuxi naturally understood what Yesugei meant, and he solemnly said:

"He will become one of the greatest emperors in human history in the future, directly referring to the ancient sages!"

Yesugei's eyes widened in disbelief, and he was shocked and said: "Human race?"

Fuxi nodded slightly, the warm look on his face was already there, but he said something that made Yesugei ecstatic:

"Yes, Human Race!"

Yesugei showed a happy smile on his face, and then passed away peacefully.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.After thousands of years of getting along, even an ordinary creature has developed extremely deep feelings.

Even though Yesugei was just a very small passer-by in Fuxi's life, Fuxi still played the farewell song for him.

Fuxi sat cross-legged on the spot with the Hengqin in front of his knees, and then played a tragic song. A gorgeous light spot appeared on Yesugui's body, like a seed, full of hope of life.

"I'm sorry for you. It's just for the sake of the demon clan. I can't help myself, so I will protect your true spirit and save you in the next life!"

Outside the stone palace, Temujin looked calm and seemed neither sad nor happy, but his eyes were filled with deep sadness.

The tragic song resounded throughout the city, and everyone knew that their king had returned to the embrace of Changshengtian.

For a moment, the whole city was full of desolation. No matter what they were doing, all the people in the city bowed down and sent off their king respectfully.

On this day, the whole city was solemn. A group of knights walked out of the city, carrying a large animal skin, and it was Yesugei who was wrapped in it.

The people living on this grassland never build big tombs for themselves. After their death, they will return to heaven and earth, or they will give up their flesh and blood to the monsters in the hundreds of thousands of mountains.

Because in their view, human beings are born from heaven and earth, and the path of cultivation is to plunder the vitality of heaven and earth. If you come to heaven and earth, you should return to heaven and earth.

The monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains often make contracts with the people here to fight for them. Some people also donate their flesh and blood, which is rich in the essence of heaven and earth, to the monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The ancient sacrificial songs resounded throughout this land, and the cavalry walked slowly towards the Shiwan Mountain without any hurry or slowness.At the front of the cavalry, Fuxi was dressed in white robes, followed by a young man with the same flat nose and broad face, a heroic face, and perseverance in his eyes.

Even though the pace was not fast, it didn't take long to reach Shiwanda Mountain.

The demon gods and demon saints who live deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains don't care about this kind of thing. To them, a Da Luo corpse is nothing.

Following the ancient agreement, Temujin completed the ceremony, then personally picked up his father and carried him into the Shiwan Mountain. Then he slowly retreated, allowing the monsters in the mountain to gnaw at him.

Back in Stone City, Temujin couldn't wait to find Fuxi and said respectfully:

"Sir Prophet, my father has regrets before his death. Our holy clan has been marginalized by the pure-blooded human race in the Central Plains. I want to change this situation. I wonder what the high priest thinks?"

"How do you want to change?" Fuxi asked Temujin with a calm face and a smile.

"Since they look down on us, let them crawl at our feet. The rules of the grassland, the cavalry is the truth!" Temujin said lightly.

Fuxi stared closely at this half-grown boy, sighing in his heart that he was indeed a man guided by heaven, and he had the ambition to conquer the ancient times at such a young age.

However, now is not the time. The battle between Dao and Demon has not yet reached an important moment, and the world is not chaotic enough.

So, Fuxi said with a warm smile:

"It's not the time yet. Northern Xinjiang has been in chaos for too long. We need to unify Northern Xinjiang first, and then join forces with the Western Regions to jointly attack the Central Plains."

Temujin showed no expression on his face, his heart sank, and he said: "Master Prophet, now the Central Plains is only broken, the Song Dynasty is already in decay, and the sun has set. This is our best chance!"

"My child, you must first settle the domestic situation before fighting against foreign aggression. The most important thing you need to do now is to manage Northern Xinjiang well. What's more, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. They seem to be declining, but they still have the strength to fight. Don't worry! "

The warm smile on Fuxi's face remained the same, and his voice was equally warm.

This time, Temujin did not argue any further, but bowed respectfully and said, "I understand!"

Looking at Temujin's retreating figure, Fuxi sighed in his heart:
"A true eagle cannot succumb to anyone, but I hope you won't let Pindao down. Don't let Pindao send you away after he sent away your father!"

……

In the Xuanyuan Realm, time poured out within three feet of the Zhouxu God Armor, and there were dozens of springs and autumns in an instant.

Driven by the power of time, a world was born naturally from the void and experienced countless births and deaths.

In front of Zhang Ye is an extremely complex thing, with countless nodes flashing with fluorescent lights, three main discs, surrounded by teeth of different sizes. The three gears rotate. Although the teeth on the body are of different sizes, they fit perfectly.

Looking carefully, there is a ball covered with thorns in the center of the three discs. Every time the ball rotates, it will drive the three discs to rotate.

This is a set of spiritual treasures newly refined by Zhang Ye. The grade is not high, just a set of high-grade innate spiritual treasures.

This is just an experimental product. The reason why the innate spiritual treasure was refined is that the innate spiritual treasure has innate immortal aura and is relatively durable, allowing him to experiment for such a long time without breaking.

The three disks are the astrolabe, sea disk, and terrestrial disk respectively, and one sphere was named Jiuxu Mi Dzi Bead by Zhang Ye.

Now, Zhang Ye originally refined three Chaos Spiritual Treasure-level formation flags, and now he only needs to re-refine them into three plates and one bead.

As for the lack of a Chaos Spiritual Treasure, this is not a big problem. You can add the Qiankun Cauldron.

During this period of time, Zhang Ye had another idea. The world of prehistoric times has been approaching perfection. The earth has been unified. The earth is nine levels deep and spreading endlessly. Even Hunyuan cannot see all of it.

The sky is 33 meters high, and the three clear heavens above it open three more heavens, a total of 36 heavens, connecting the chaos. The endless ancient starry sky leads the chaos energy and falls into the prehistoric world.

But there is still one shortcoming in the ancient world, and that is the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Thanks to Zhang Ye’s efforts and the strong support from many other worlds.The spiritual energy in the prehistoric times has not degraded, it is still innate spiritual energy.

The favorable environment has made the overall quality of all creatures in the ancient world much stronger. Most of them are acquired spiritual bodies, and there are very few mortal bodies, and most of them appear in the human race.

This level of aura is enough for ordinary living beings, even Hunyuan Saints, because the aura in the saint's dojo has been condensed into a liquid.

However, Hunyuan Wuji is still a little behind. Zhang Ye usually hides his true body in the cracks in space to absorb the energy of chaos.

However, it is not that there is no room for progress in the prehistoric period. Innate spiritual energy can be evolved into innate original power, which is the innate energy of the Five Supreme Beings, which can be found in the Xuanyuan world.

The innate original power of Xuanyuan Realm was refined by Zhang Ye and the creatures in Xuanyuan Realm.

It is not difficult to refine. The stronger you are, the faster it is. However, even Zhang Ye can only refine one side of the innate source of power in a year. If he has this skill, he might as well absorb the energy of chaos.

This is why no one does this in the prehistoric times. Just like opening up the frontiers of the prehistoric times and expanding towards chaos, it consumes too much manpower and the gains outweigh the losses.

Zhang Ye's new idea is to add an array to refine the prehistoric innate spiritual energy on the basis of the Nine-Xu Mitian Formation.

Mainly using the Qiankun Ding's ability to return to its origin, it upgrades the innate spiritual energy into the power of the innate source.

This is a matter of killing two birds with one stone. The prehistoric world has been promoted, and the power exerted in the future will be more powerful, and it can also refine weapons.

Heaven and earth are furnaces, creation is work, creatures are charcoal, and spiritual energy is essence.

By then, Zhang Ye will get a Chaos Spiritual Treasure, which will be of great use in refining elixirs and refining weapons.

However, the most important thing now is to have a meeting with Di Jun, Zu Long, and Zhen Yuanzi.

"Excuse me, fellow Taoist mosquito, to take a trip to the Ancient Starry Sky, Longevity Mountain and the Dragon Tomb of the East China Sea! Tell the Demon Emperor, the ancestor of the Earth Immortal, and the Ancestral Dragon, please ask them to come to the Xuanyuan Realm in a hundred years to taste tea and discuss Taoism."

Zhang Ye's voice appeared in the mosquito Taoist's ears across many spaces.

In a world where blood is the main color, the sea of ​​​​blood is surging, which is naturally not as good as the sea of ​​​​blood in the ancient times, but it is comparable to the size of a thousand worlds in one place.

Taoist Mosquito practiced silently here. After hearing Zhang Ye's instructions, he stood up directly, bowed and said:

"Get the decree!"

Then, Taoist Mosquito suddenly split into three, and his strength was slightly weaker, almost undetectable.

Before he attained enlightenment, Taoist Mosquitoes had hundreds of millions of innate supernatural powers. Each incarnation was equivalent to the original body. As long as he escaped, he would be able to cultivate his skills back quickly.

This innate magical power is more terrifying than Styx's 8000 million Blood God Sons. It was precisely with this skill that he escaped Styx's pursuit.

At this time, just by dividing the body into three, the strength will naturally not be lost much.

Furthermore, he went there to invite people, not to fight, so he didn't need much powerful cultivation.

(End of this chapter)