my universal tinder

Chapter 550 Throne
Iron piece 73! ?
At this time, Wang Qiong finally knew the origin of that iron piece that looked like a cage.

Those mysterious insects mutated into another kind of living beings with different shapes, and they were sealed by Lin Luotian in various parts of the world. There are 99 buildings in total, known as the Ancient Prison Court.

"Where did these bugs come from?" Wang Qiong was full of doubts.

Stronger than Lin Luotian, he did not hesitate to waste time, traveled all over the sky, followed their footprints, and sealed them with great supernatural powers, suppressed them everywhere in the world, and observed their changes and growth.

Moreover, after 3000 years, these things are all extinct?

rumbling...

The light and shadow changed again.

This time, what appeared before his eyes was an ancient palace, still deserted and mottled.

At the top of the temple there is a flame emblem.

Worship the fire!

Wang Qiong's heart moved slightly. Since his debut, it was not the first time he had seen this emblem.

It represents the origin of humanity, the beginning of fire, and the greatest moment of humanity.

As strong as the Temple of Light comes from it.

"You have finally come here." An old voice sounded in the palace, but no figure could be seen.

"There are too many things to do later, I have to do them one by one." Lin Luotian came from outside the hall and sat down by himself.

"You are too bold, and you want to make a fortune for a while." The old voice sounded again.

"Sigh, I really don't want to leave the trouble to the younger generation." Lin Luotian shook his head.

"But it doesn't matter, such a world is wonderful."

While speaking, Lin Luotian waved his hand, and the whole hall shook.

rumbling...

The terrible sound was like thunder.

The ground split open, and phantoms suddenly appeared on both sides of the temple.

"That's..." Wang Qiong's eyes widened, his body felt like he was being shocked by electricity.

On both sides of the temple, there are ancient thrones, mottled and old, exuding a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

"throne……"

At this moment, Wang Qiong only felt his scalp tingling, because there were exactly twelve thrones in front of him.

Twelve thrones!

He couldn't believe it was a coincidence!
"My mother!"

Wang Qiong suddenly turned his head and looked at Lin Luotian.

He suddenly discovered that this master who claimed to be number one in the world for 3000 years was even more unfathomable than he had imagined.

Compared with the calculating King Hoffa, this man secretly did too many things that are unknown to the world. These things affect cause and effect and affect future generations for 3000 years.

The scariest thing is that this influence is still going on, and it hasn't even really been revealed yet.

"The Twelve Thrones... Thrones that existed in Lin Luotian's time?" Wang Qiong was puzzled.

"I really let you find it... an old thing from the age of mythology..." Lin Luotian murmured softly.

One sentence completely overturned Wang Qiong's guess and overturned his cognition.

"This thing is very important and carries an important destiny... What a pity..." The old voice sighed: "The throne has decayed..."

"No problem!" Lin Luotian shook his head.

He formed seals with his hands, cast a secret technique, and an ancient book emerged.

This ancient book is extremely strange, like a sleeping creature, exuding life fluctuations.

"Luo Tian Handbook!" Wang Qiong cried out.

"You are really crazy, you actually created this ancient book!" The old voice became extremely dignified, and the whole palace trembled.

"This is just its projection, this thing cannot appear in the world, otherwise there will be a big mess." Lin Luotian said lightly.

"Is this also your layout?"

"It's a very important step. One day, a newcomer will take this ancient book and bear his fate."

As he spoke, golden ripples appeared all over Lin Luotian's body, and scrolls of book pages flew out of "Luotian Handbook", carrying countless mysterious and ancient words, and flew towards the twelve thrones.

"You use the twelve taboo methods to cultivate the throne? The cause and effect are too great..." The old voice was full of surprise.

"The trajectory of fate will shift!"

"After the prosperous age, the outstanding people wither, but the great era will always come, and one day, there will be a newcomer who can carry these thrones..." Lin Luotian said with great certainty.

"The glory of mankind..." The old voice gradually fell, appearing lonely and deep.

"The years have been quiet until now, and only one Lin Luotian has emerged. I don't know when I will wait for that day." The old voice slowly dissipated.

"Of course there will be a day, at least you can see it." Lin Luotian smiled slightly, his eyes were soft, he swept across the ancient thrones, and slowly looked away.

"Old friend, maybe this is the last time we meet." Lin Luotian turned and left.

At this moment, the entire palace shook, and a faint emotion dispersed like a cloud of smoke, revealing a little sadness.

"Goodbye, Apocalypse!"

After the words fell, the ancient palace slowly closed the gate.

"Just wait for the years!"

rumbling...

The light and shadow dissipated, and Wang Qiong seemed to have returned from another world.

The eyes are still in the Xuantian Temple.

It's just that the Lord of the Nine Flames Mountain, the bronze tripod in the blind box, and the barefoot boy... are all gone.

A famous spring brewed new tea, and the sound of boiling water brought Wang Qiong's thoughts back. The fragrance was tangy, and the water vapor curled up, dispersing in the whole room.

Wang Qiong was in doubt, but his heart was still unable to calm down.

The scene just now contained too much information for him, and even he couldn't recover for a while.

"You're awake..." A deep voice rang in my ears.

Wang Qiong looked over subconsciously, and it turned out to be the big man in civilian clothes who spoke.

At this moment, there was no copper tripod in front of him, only a stove of fragrant tea, emitting a faint fragrance, and the boiling water made a "thumping" sound on the lid of the pot.

"Just now..." Wang Qiong just opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to ask.

He was already a little confused as to which ones were real, which ones were dreams, or whether they were all dreams.

The Seventh Prince, the Lord of Jiuyan Mountain, the Lord of Dari Mountain, the barefoot boy...they all disappeared.

"No!" Wang Qiong's heart skipped a beat.

The Amitabha blade was still quietly in the fire ring.

"Very few people can see those pictures... unless they reach a certain level, or they are of Lin Luotian's blood..." the big man in civilian clothes said casually.

"Lin Luotian's blood!?" Wang Qiong whispered.

According to rumors in the world, this man who has been called the most powerful man in the world for 3000 years seems to have left no inheritance or heirs.

Even his death is shrouded in mystery.

After Lin Luotian disappeared from the world, he was alone, yet he still has an heir?
"That man has done a lot, and he has left many traces in this world... What a gentle man..." said the big man in civilian clothes.

"However, unless the traces he leaves reach a certain level, such as the spiritual stove, or his blood!"

"It's a pity that his bloodline has been cursed and imprisoned... Well, you may have seen it..."

"You mean..." Wang Qiong's heart skipped a beat, and many clues were connected.

For him, the amount of information he received that day was simply too great.

　The amount of information may be a bit large!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)