I Honor

Godhead

In the sky full of snow, Meng Qi sat cross-legged in front of the vicissitudes of the ice wall, with ancient lamps in his eyes, shooting out three-foot light, black and white endlessly, “illuminating” every ice crystal and how they are combined into one. It was clearly drawn into the depths of the pupils, thrown into the wick, constantly analyzed, constantly reorganized, and constantly evolved. Gradually, one after another illusory rules became prominent, like glass or crystal, constantly flashing in Meng Qi’s eyes.

And on his lap lay a crystal clear purple electric long knife, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, stroking the blade, exploring the mystery of the structure, absorbing all kinds of information from the depths.

In Meng Qi’s slowly rippling heart sea, the mist became thicker and thicker, forming a gloom, highlighting a desolate ancient pool that seemed to be above the nine heavens. Inside, lightning turned into water, silver white, pure blue, gold, brilliant purple, black and white, etc. They are all ready, they are well-defined, the deeper you go, the more majestic and terrifying each drop of thunder water is, the more trembling you will be, and the scene at the bottom of the pool, at Meng Qi’s current level, even Juedao’s complete memory is not enough. I can’t see it, I just feel it is blurry, thrilling, and it seems to be able to destroy the era.

The “soil” and “stones” around the ancient pool are all extraordinary. Under the continuous beating and constant shock of thunder and water, they gradually faded from their original appearance and turned into spars of different colors, which are perfect for refining weapons. The deeper the material, the higher the grade.

Thunder water rippling, electric awns intertwined, each drop of “water” and each bolt of lightning are connected to different universes, bringing them electromagnetic rules, and the vague place at the bottom of the pool seems to form a mysterious and indescribable place. A solid connection is part of it.

The scene of “Ancient Thunder Pond” appeared in Meng Qi’s heart following the information from Jue Dao, exuding an ancient, mysterious, mysterious and ancient feeling, as if he could go back to the prehistoric era through it.

boom boom boom

The bottom of the Thunder Pond, which is covered by the pool water and cannot be “seen”, seems to be pregnant with life, sending out powerful pulsations and ripples.

Vaguely, Meng Qi and the ancient Lei Chi had a feeling of flesh and blood, as if it was a part of his body, his past.

He was not surprised by this feeling. The Nine Heavens Thunder God was conceived from the ancient Thunder Pond, so he was naturally inextricably linked. There is no need to elaborate on his relationship with the Thunder God, but there is always something to sayUnclear strange throbbing, after review, it is difficult to figure out where it came from.

Suppressing this throbbing, Meng Qi was immersed in the scene of the ancient thunder pool, and then guided into the illusory rules of the ice wall in his eyes, referring to the reverse deduction.

Lightning and sparks were constantly flashing, time passed quickly, and after an unknown amount of time, pieces of material suddenly flew out from the icicles, surrounded Meng Qi, landed from time to time, and landed in his hands. A flame of red, blue, black, black, and four images.

Amid the crackling sound of refining, failures came one after another as promised, and Meng Qi constantly corrected what he had realized and obtained through such practice.

Anyway, the children of the other family are heartbroken, and they are the treasure house of the Yuxu Palace sect.

After hundreds of failures, Meng Qi’s eyes suddenly opened, but the ancient lamp was gone. His eyes were dark, deep and difficult to understand. The remaining materials all fell down, and dozens of strands of hair flew from each of the two corpses.

One hair can cut the sun and the moon, one hair is a world

The flames rose, and the four colors rolled, like boiling water, all the materials were melting, combining and recombining,

After half an hour, the four colors suddenly disappeared, the snow light burst out, clearing the whole world, and the vicissitudes of the ice wall trembled slightly, making a low resonance sound, driving the Zhixu Mountain Zongmen to glow with splendor, It attracted the surprised eyes of all peaks and valleys.

Meng Qi’s palm was spread out, and there was a clear ice crystal with thousands of sides, which seemed to be virtual and real, but due to the angle of each side, the reflected light was different, and merged into a pure and gorgeous contradictory scene. It shows the sacred and unchanging rhythm, and contains the mysterious power to follow the truth.

This is a godhead that contains the signs of ice, snow and punishment, and can last for two hours.

After thinking about it, Meng Qi smiled, and typed a series of messages into this godhead:

“Title: God of Ice and Snow, Lord of Punishment.”

“Divine rank: 18 powerful.”

“Clerical domain: cold, blizzard, freezing, discipline, punishment.”

The godhead floated up and floated towards the ice wall. As the two got closer, the resonance became stronger and the humming sound became louder and louder.

When the two parties reached a certain level of synchronization, the godhood faded and merged into the ice wall. After a slight vibration, everything returned to normal, as if this had never happened before, and it was still an eternal wall of nowhere.

However, when Meng Qi got close to the ice wall, the grains of crystals moved, creating a path by themselves, and the scene on the opposite side could be vaguely seen.

This is the spy that breaks into the enemy, this is the “back door”

With a flash of light, Meng Qi crossed the stop wall in a few breaths.

Outside the secret place, the white-robed middle-aged scribe stopped arguing with the black-robed old woman, and looked at the ancient bronze gate from the main hall of the sect, and saw the glow of ice and snow blooming like fireworks, bringing a strange scene.

“He has passed the second test.” The middle-aged scribe seemed to be asking himself.

The old woman frowned and replied: “It’s not much slower than you were at the beginning, and it took a few hours.”

The middle-aged scribe turned his head back and asked in a daze, “Has he really never learned how to make samurai-shaped yellow scarf wrestlers or godheads?”

I don’t know how many years I have studied hard

“Who knows?” The old woman spread her hands and said, “He is the cause of all effects. There are many ambiguities in our derivation, and we have reached the legendary realm, living at an infinite height, overlooking the world, and what we see is no longer the same. Really. It makes sense.”

The middle-aged scribe smiled bitterly: “I hope he has learned it before, or consulted someone who is good at it, so I will feel better.”

All eyes casted from all over Zhixu Mountain to the sect’s secret place, and they couldn’t imagine how people who were not from the sect could create godheads or sambhoshen warriors in a very short period of time, and the synchronization rate was high enough to pass through the wall of stop degree

I can’t even wait for others

Yue Ziqing became more and more like a puppet, his every move perfectly conformed to the norms, but his eyes were as bright as fire, hot and crazy.

Meng Qi didn’t know the reaction from the outside world, because the third test had already appeared before his eyes.

Behind the ice wall is a half-section of the hall. Where the hall is disconnected, there flows an illusory long river. It does not know where it came from, and where it will flow. It has never changed, and it has witnessed the joys and sorrows of generations.

“This is the long river of time.” Meng Qi was stunned.

Isn’t it only by landing on the other side that you can truly manipulate the long river of time?

Why is it that the ancestor of the Xushan School can make the long river of time appear here, as the third test

Looking with discerning eyes, the ancient lamp appeared, Meng Qi looked it over carefully, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

This is not the long river of time in the real world, nor the real long river of time, but the forbidden method formed by the founder of the Zhixu Mountain School who combined the long river of time between his own world and various arrangements.

As the great supernatural being who opened up the world of Zhixu Mountain, although he is not yet able to project the creation of Brahma, which is manifested by the original projection, he is enough to control the long river of time here to a certain extent.

When his consciousness entered the current node, countless tributaries suddenly appeared in Meng Qi’s mind, and in each tributary there were certain things that must happen, one of which was “I can’t pass through this illusory river”

The general trend has become, the destiny is already unchangeable

This is the third test

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