Chapter 397 Millennium
Boom!

The six weapons that were almost broken and rotten suddenly burst out with a strange light in Wen Lianggong's hands, as if they were recreating their heyday, showing the extremely terrifying power of the immortal weapons.

When everything calmed down, the weapons held in Wen Lianggong's six arms were pitch black and completely rotten. With just a breeze, they turned into powder and scattered.

He put away his three heads and six arms, calmed his three-meter golden body, gathered his boiling blood, and returned to his vast magic power.

After everything calmed down, Wen Lianggong turned his gaze to the scattered palaces in the heaven that were shattered in the previous fight with Yang Jiao.

Wen Lianggong took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Three years later, Wen Lianggong looked at the 12 first-class military merits in his hand and his expression relaxed.

Over the past three years, he has never stopped, and has been working hard step by step. With his supernatural powers and perfect weapon control skills, these heavenly soldiers and generals are hardly his match in a one-on-one fight.

But there were too many heavenly soldiers and generals in the Heavenly Palace, and most of them were poor. In order to collect the twelve first-class military merits from these heavenly soldiers and generals and garrison them in the Tianhe Navy, he had to kill nearly 50,000 heavenly soldiers and generals.

At the end of the chopping, Wen Lianggong thought that he could not collect all the weapons, and was still thinking about how to refine the book of war merits.

Looking at the two disposable jade slips in his hands that recorded the two minor magical powers of divine movement and plowing armor, Wen Lianggong's expression eased a little. He worked so hard to harvest these corrupt heavenly soldiers and generals who had lost their consciousness, because he was afraid that if he tried to refine the war merit book, all the information recorded in the war merit book would be erased.

Now, with the death of Yang Jiao's residual soul, the Book of War Merits has completely become ownerless, but it is a top-grade immortal weapon, and it will still take him a considerable amount of time to refine it at his current level of True Immortal.

For example, the Tianhe Spear, Tianhe Sword, and even the Tianhe Armor used by the heavenly soldiers and generals are all the lowest-grade immortal weapons. In other words, if they were not made from immortal-grade Tianhe iron as the main material, they might not even be called immortal weapons.

The upper, middle, lower, outer and top levels, and going further up, are the acquired spiritual treasures and the acquired supreme treasures. As for the innate treasures, they are truly legendary.

Perhaps the Yunluo Jinxiu is actually an innate treasure.

Or it could be the landscape world below the heaven that looks like an ink painting.

Unfortunately, at present, these are beyond Wen Lianggong's control, as they are too huge and too grand.

Put the book of military achievements into Dantian, nourish it with Dan Qi, and refine it slowly.

During the entire process, the Battle Merit Book had no resistance at all, and the so-called top-level immortal weapon spirituality was completely gone.

This made Wen Lianggong breathe a sigh of relief. Although the lack of spirituality would make this war record less powerful, it was just right for him to use now.

The refining process is quite smooth and it only takes a few years to master it thoroughly.

In response to this, Wen Lianggong directly threw it next to his own golden elixir, constantly receiving the cleansing of the elixir energy and refining his mind.

As for the two minor magical powers of divine movement and plowing armor, Wen Lianggong would naturally not let them go. As soon as he got them in his hands, he began to study them carefully.

In the present world, Shudao Mountain, Changqing Temple.

"..."

Looking at the ruins of Changqing Temple, which looked almost the same as the ruins of Changqing Temple in the mythological world, Wen Lianggong was stunned for a moment.

He then raised his fingers and pinched them, his expression instantly becoming strange.

"Hold the grass?!"

It took him a thousand years to break through from the late True Immortal to the perfect True Immortal realm, and only then did his soul and body complete the transformation.

The golden elixir in his dantian, which was embroidered with five densely packed runes, was reminding him that his power was ten times greater than that of the later stage.

millennium!

Wen Lianggong's heart was in turmoil. He had only been practicing for a dozen years, and suddenly he felt a little emotional about such a long time span.

A day in the cave is a thousand years in the world.

Wen Lianggong walked forward and gently stroked the door sill which had become a piece of rotten wood. He remembered that he had secretly gone to the back mountain to cut trees and got a piece of wooden board to install it.

The spiritual consciousness spread out like mercury, spreading millions of miles away in the blink of an eye.

"what?!"

Wen Lianggong looked slightly gloomy as he raised his head and looked into the distance. The Shudao Mountain was shrouded in mist and the clouds were rolling. Under the sun hanging in the sky, the clouds were reflected in a golden color.

However, Wen Lianggong was the first to notice that something was wrong with the sun.

It was unexpectedly similar to the big sun in the mythological world, somewhat weird, but this one was countless times weaker.

The strange aura from the mythological world, along with the spread of spiritual energy, eroded the real world.

It's just that due to the change of space dimension, the mythological world received in this world is only one or two percent as weird.

Standing up and taking a look at the Changqing Temple which had become a ruin, Wen Lianggong turned around and took a step forward. The next moment he appeared in a big city as if it were just a stone's throw away.

The spiritual consciousness spread out, covering an area of ​​a million miles, and this was the place where the most people gathered.

Wen Lianggong looked up at the buildings that could almost be described as post-apocalyptic punk style, with various colorful garbage boards and concrete piled up to form rows of buildings.

There are very few pedestrians on the street, and most of them are in a hurry and dare not stay in open places for too long.

Up to now, Wen Lianggong has not seen any technological creation.

Wen Lianggong frowned slightly and raised his hand to crush the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the air.

Although the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the present world is still violent and weird, it is still insignificant compared to the mythological world. In fact, the degree of violent and weird contained in it is only 6 or 7 percent.

However, it seems that when the concentration of spiritual energy reaches a certain stage, the technological creations in the world will be quickly eroded by the spiritual energy and become unusable.

If a few hundred years pass, perhaps we will regress to an agricultural society.

However, from another perspective, there are quite a few practitioners in the city, and it has almost become a universal phenomenon.

Even the pedestrians who just passed by have made some progress in the initial stage of Qi training.

If Wen Lianggong were to describe it in detail, he should have just reached the level of refining his true Qi and practicing Qi to the first or second level.

I wandered aimlessly around this big city. It seemed that due to the influence of evil spirits, ghosts and monsters were lurking in some dark corners.

Wen Lianggong didn't care much about it. He just walked around and without hesitation, he took a step and came to a room.

Although the furnishings in the room were old and had a heavy feel from the 1980s, Wen Lianggong finally saw a desk and a desk lamp inside, which emitted a warm yellow glow.

However, this lamp only looks like a desk lamp in appearance. The light burning inside exudes a faint spiritual energy.

A middle-aged man in smart clothes was reviewing work at his desk.

A cultivator in the realm of true person.

"Are you the lord of this city?"

Hearing the sudden voice, the middle-aged man was slightly shocked and looked up at the tall and strong Taoist priest in Taoist robes in front of him.

Feeling the Taoist's powerful vitality and rich blood, the middle-aged man's expression relaxed a little.

(End of this chapter)

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