The strongest starting system

Chapter 154 Delicate Pagoda
Time goes by like a white horse passing by.

Four days later, Zhao Wushuang's aura became stronger and stronger, and he frowned, as if he had encountered some bottleneck.

"Reincarnation is the destiny of heaven. All things have reincarnation, life and death." The voice of the old man slowly echoed in Zhao Wushuang's ears. The high realm suddenly rushed!
At this moment, Zhao Wushuang's momentum went up to a higher level. He stretched out his palm subconsciously, and a miniature version of the life and death map appeared on it. There was a boundary between the two, but it kept changing.

Zhao Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, grasped his palms, and the diagram of life and death shattered. He felt the changes in his mind, and the corners of his mouth could not help but evoke an evil arc.

"I succeeded!" Zhao Wushuang was overjoyed. In just these four days, his samsara artistic conception improved by leaps and bounds, reaching the fourth level of samsara artistic conception.

The reason for this is of course not only the experience imparted by the old man, but also his pointing from the sidelines.

"Master, please be respected by the apprentice!" Zhao Wushuang knelt down on one knee, these words came from the bottom of his heart, the old man taught him the way of cultivation, he was regarded as his master.

"Good! Good! Haha!" The old man laughed loudly. He was very excited, and muttered in his mouth: "I never thought that I, the Holy Master of Samsara, who has been in the Shenwu Continent for so many years, finally accepted another talented disciple!"

Zhao Wushuang looked at the very excited master, and felt quite emotional in his heart. Although the two met only a few days ago, what he gave Zhao Wushuang was a real way of cultivation, which has countless implications for his future. do your best to help.

The old man's old face made Zhao Wushuang wake up suddenly. He recalled the mural he saw when he was in the palace. The old man seemed to be the protagonist on the mural!
"Master, you dare to ask, are you the Martial Saint on the mural?" Zhao Wushuang asked in shock.

The old man was excited when he heard these words, nodded slightly and said: "It seems that you have already been to my treasure house."

"What? Treasure house? Isn't that the place of inheritance?" Zhao Wushuang asked doubtfully.

"No, it's just a treasure house where I put my treasures. It seems that you have already been there." The old man said.

Zhao Wushuang nodded and said: "Well, I left the treasury while chasing the enemy, and when I looked back, I found that I could no longer enter, and then came here by accident."

The old man nodded slightly, and sighed: "Time and fate, it seems that this is all arranged by heaven."

"God?" Zhao Wushuang had a look of disbelief. He was a materialist in his previous life and never believed in heaven.

"You will understand later." The old man paused, his body slowly becoming blurred at this moment.

"Master! What is this?" Zhao Wushuang asked hastily after seeing this.

"Hey! I don't have much time. This phantom is just left before I die. The real me has already fallen into reincarnation." The old man lowered his head and sighed, so what if he is invincible?After all, he still cannot escape the mission of reincarnation.

"Okay, if you have anything else you want to ask, just ask." The old man said.

"Master, what is this?" Zhao Wushuang asked hurriedly after taking out the Dao Tribulation Gold from the system space.

Seeing this thing, the old man was full of thoughts, and his eyes were full of complex expressions. He said slowly: "This is what caused me to fall."

"What?" Zhao Wushuang was so frightened that he almost missed the Dao Tribulation Gold in his hand. He looked at the fetish in his hand in fear, and continued to ask: "This thing can kill people?"

"Haha, yes and no." The old man slowly shook his head, his expression was full of bitterness, and he said, "This is a treasure from the Linglong Pagoda."

"Linglong Pagoda." Zhao Wushuang kept repeating these four words, and then suddenly woke up, his eyes widened, and he said in shock: "This is something in Linglong Pagoda, one of the artifacts?"

The old man nodded slightly, and said: "Sacred weapons are the most precious and powerful treasures on the Shenwu Continent. They are not governed by the Dao of Heaven, but they are real artifacts of the gods."

"Although the Linglong Pagoda is not outstanding in killing, it is the most precious of all the artifacts."

Zhao Wushuang has seen the introduction of the artifact, although it is very brief, but he understands it more or less.

He knew that this so-called Linglong Pagoda would give birth to heaven and earth fetishes every once in a while, sometimes it was magic medicine, sometimes it was ore, and it might also give birth to a real life body, which was extremely miraculous.

"Then master, have you ever obtained the Linglong Pagoda?" Zhao Wushuang had such an idea in his mind.

"That's right, but it was only for a short period of time. After I got the Linglong Pagoda by chance, I never wanted to reveal the secret and was hunted down by the great lords. During that battle, the Linglong Pagoda was lost and I was also seriously injured. Finally came to this corner." The old man's expression was full of endless anger and resentment.

Zhao Wushuang understands this feeling very well, as if he picked up 100 million, but was discovered by the street gangsters and wanted a piece of the pie, but in the end he didn't get the 100 million and was beaten up.

"Then master, that is to say, this fetish was conceived in the Linglong Pagoda?" Zhao Wushuang asked.

"That's right, this is the gold of Dao Tribulation. It will play an important role in your future enlightenment, or it can be used to make weapons. It is the best choice." The old man nodded.

"The hand that attacked the city in the Mysterious Realm of the Spirit?" Zhao Wushuang thought of such a thing again.

"That is one of the holy masters who participated in the competition for the Linglong Pagoda. He wants to use this thing to find the Linglong Pagoda." The old man explained.

Zhao Wushuang instantly felt that the so-called fetish in his hands was like a hot potato. If someone knew that he had obtained such a treasure, maybe the Holy Master would breathe out on him, and he would be completely wiped out. .

"That battle was a world-shattering battle. Countless soldiers under my command died in battle, as well as my old friend. The Suzaku on your body is the descendant of my old friend." The old man said.

Zhao Wushuang pinched the little red bird's neck and lifted it up, then pointed to its head and asked, "Is this Suzaku?"

"Yes, it was severely injured when it was born, so its life source was damaged. It should have at least Wu Zong's strength at birth, but you need to train it well in the future to help it restore its life source." The old man said.

The little red bird's ruby-like eyes stared straight at the old man, and it always felt that the aura on his body was very familiar to it, with an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

"It's up to you, I hope you treat it well in the future." The old man sighed again.

"Master, I want to know who were the people who besieged you back then." Zhao Wushuang asked with firm eyes.

The old man looked up at the sky, his eyes seemed to be able to travel thousands of miles.

(End of this chapter)