Great Antiquity: I Created the Twelve Ancestral Witch of the Devil's Edition

One division and one multiplication, the power effect of the true pattern of the ground book is equivalent to that of the top-quality innate spiritual treasure ground book.

Wang Xuan felt unbelievable, very outrageous.

"What kind of innate treasures do I want, innate treasures. In the future, I'll just give the innate treasures with immortal patterns. If I tattoo the Chaos Clock, Pangu Banner, Taiji Map, and the Four Swords of Zhuxian, I will have all the innate treasures!

When encountering an enemy, Hula La throws out a large piece of innate treasure, scaring the enemy to death.No, what kind of innate treasure is tattooed, and the Chaos Treasure is directly tattooed! "

there is a question.

Wang Xuan had never seen these chaotic treasures such as the Kaitian Divine Axe and the [-]th Grade Creation Qinglian.

The tattooed innate spiritual treasures must be exactly the same and cannot be processed artistically.

"My Heaven-Opening Divine Axe, my Creation Qinglian, and my fortune-telling jade don't have any..."

When Wang Xuan was a little lost, he suddenly thought that he had never seen the Jade Good Fortune, but Hongjun had.

The Kaitian Divine Axe and the [-]th-grade Creation Qinglian collided with each other when Pangu opened the sky, shattered into several pieces, and turned into several pieces of congenital treasures, top-grade congenital spiritual treasures.

However, the jade of good fortune still exists in the floods, and it is in the hands of Hongjun.

"Look for a way to look at the jade fortune-telling in Hongjun's hand. The jade fortune-telling contains three thousand avenues, one tattoo, will I directly penetrate the three thousand avenues?"

Wang Xuan's heart was pounding, and he wished he would fly into Zixiao Palace now, and let Hongjun take out the jade fortune-telling and let him take a look.

He thought about it for a while, thinking that Nuwa and Fuxi were still in the hall, and quickly got up and returned.

The four immortals were chatting, and Fuxi kept asking Zhenyuanzi.

Seeing Wang Xuan come back, Fuxi couldn't wait to pull Zhen Yuanzi to meet him.

"Fellow Daoist Wang Xuan, what is the pattern under Zhen Yuanzi's book tattoo?"

"Pattern? What pattern?" Wang Xuan was stunned.

He only had a pattern of a book on the ground.

"that's it."

Fuxi pointed to the four words "Hou Virtue Zaiwu" on Zhen Yuanzi's arm.

"It's not a pattern, it's a word."

"Words? What are words?" Fuxi was very interested in words.

This question stumped Wang Xuan.

He really had no idea what the word was.

"Well, you can understand it as a brief presentation of Dao Patterns. Dao Patterns are difficult to understand, you can only understand them, and you can't describe them in words.

Words allow all living beings to know, understand, and communicate with each other.So that the living beings can understand the Tao and spread the Tao. "

"Words, recognition, and dissemination." Fuxi was stunned, repeating over and over again.

After talking for a long time, he suddenly raised his head.

"Fellow Daoist can engrave a few more characters. No, please, fellow Daoist, draw a tattoo for me. I need a tattoo of characters."

"Word tattoo?"

This kind of tattoo requirement is often encountered by Wang Xuan before crossing.

Chinese characters, English, French, Elvish, Klingon, Titan, Dragon, and everything else.

After crossing, it was the first time I heard this request.

"What word do you want to tattoo?"

This question made Fuxi sad, he thought about it seriously, and replied: "What do you think is a good tattoo?"

Wang Xuan: "..."

He thought of the jokes told by his friends who were tattoo artists in the past, and tattooed insults to foreigners. The foreigners also happily took pictures and showed them off.

"Give Fuxi a tattoo of "I'm a pet girl madman"? "

Wang Xuan thought about it and gave up.

Nuwa is a saint, and Fuxi is the future emperor of the three emperors of the human race.

They will see the words created by the human race and will understand the meaning of the words.

At that time, the brothers and sisters probably would not let Wang Xuan go.

Also, there are rewards for tattoos, no joke.

Wang Xuan thought about it and decided to tattoo a few sentences from the Tao Te Ching.

"The Tao can be Tao, the very Tao, the name can be named, the very famous. The nameless beginning of the world, the famous mother of all things.

Mysterious and mystical, the door to all wonders.

Tao gives birth to one, one gives rise to two, two gives rise to three, three gives rise to all things, and all things belong to one. "

He tattooed these words on Fuxi's arms.

As soon as the tattoo was done, Fuxi immediately sat cross-legged, savoring and comprehending.

Nuwa persuaded and asked Wang Xuan, "What do the words you tattooed on your brother mean? What can my brother realize?"

Wang Xuan was also curious, and he didn't know what these words could make Fuxi realize.

Everyone stared at Fuxi expectantly.

The words on Fuxi's body did not float like a book on the ground, nor did Fuxi cut out the evil corpse.

Hongyun said softly: "This tattoo has no effect. Wang Xuan's tattoo is not [-]% enlightening to the gods."

Zhenyuanzi pulled Hongyun, "Don't talk nonsense, you can't understand the mystery of Wang Xuan's tattoo."

Hongyun stared at Zhen Yuanzi in astonishment, feeling that Zhen Yuanzi had changed.

In the past, Zhen Yuanzi would support him unconditionally.

With just one tattoo, Zhen Yuanzi betrayed their tens of thousands of years of friendship.

Red Cloud is a little sour.

Fuxi jumped up suddenly and shouted in surprise.

"I understand, I understand."

He waved his right hand, paddling randomly in the air.

Zhenyuanzi, Nuwa, and Hongyun couldn't understand what Fuxi was drawing.

Hongyun couldn't help but said, "Fuxi is crazy! He's crazy with tattoos."

Nuwa was a little worried and asked Wang Xuan in a low voice, "What happened to my brother?"

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Chapter 31 Fuxi Made Three Thousand Characters

Wang Xuan seriously looked at Fuxi's waving hand, not letting go of any subtle details.

Nuwa, Hongyun, and Zhenyuanzi couldn't recognize them, but Wang Xuan saw that Fuxi was writing "characters".

In his sea of ​​consciousness, one after another divine consciousness arranged and combined into strange words according to Fuxi's movements.

It is completely different from the Xiaozhuan font carved by Wang Xuan on the back of Fuxi.

Not a system.

The characters Fuxi drew are very complicated and seem to be born out of Dao lines and tend to Dao lines.

Fuxi stroked for a while, staring nervously at the air in front of his eyes.

"No, no, it's a little bit more, what's more?"

"Brother..." Seeing that Fuxi's mood was a little off, Nuwa anxiously wanted to step forward to support Fuxi and comfort him.

Wang Xuan grabbed Nuwa and shook his head, "Don't disturb him."

"Why? My brother was stunned."

Wang Xuan didn't answer, and said to Fuxi, "Go and write outside the Daowen Palace."

"Outside?"

Fuxi looked at Wang Xuan suspiciously, there were many question marks on his head.

But he didn't ask, he really strode out of the Daowen Palace, and wrote nonsense again in front of the wild air outside.

Magical things happen.

Fuxi's fingers swiped in the wild air, leaving traces of long or short, straight or crooked.

These traces intertwined, and gradually condensed into a complicated and incomparable word.

"Right, that is it."

After Fuxi drew a word, he pointed to the word and laughed.

"This is the word 'Dao'. "

He continued to swipe, scribbling out another word.

"This is 'Heaven'! "

"This is the "earth"! "

"This is the "day"! "

Wang Xuan, Nuwa, Hongyun, and Zhen Yuanzi stood in the Daowen Palace, watching Fuxi leave a word in the air.

"The characters drawn by Daoist Fuxi are not at all the same as those written by Daoist Wang Xuan."

"I feel that the words in the air contain mysterious meanings."

"Strange, fellow Daoist Wang Xuan, why can't my brother write in the Daowen Palace, but can leave in the flood?"

Wang Xuan knew the answer to Nuwa's question.

Daowen Palace is a Hongmeng-level dojo with its own time, space and rules.