I picked up a property.

"If that one comes back..."

"Ho ho ho..."

At this moment, the Great Prophet suddenly laughed, showing his leaky yellow teeth: "Your worries are not unreasonable, but they are completely unnecessary."

"Oh, how do you say this?" Torch-like gazes fell on the great prophet in an instant.

"As early as more than 100 years ago, Lao Cao had already begun to make plans. Every hundred years, he would divine the secrets and deduce the whereabouts of the sword master. The most recent time was three years ago. As for the final result, there was only one..."

The old man chuckled, and when everyone looked at him, the old man uttered four words on the ground:

"Not in this world."

As soon as the words come out.

Everyone's eyes widened at first, and then they showed signs of relief.

The great prophet's eyes flashed, and he continued to smile leisurely with a kind of wisdom: "There are two understandings of not being in this world. Either he is in the depths of the distant starry sky and cannot return to the Xuanyuan world at all, or..."

This time, without him continuing, everyone thought of the second possibility.

"As early as that battle that year, the sword master was completely dead!"

People have been dead for hundreds of years, so naturally they are no longer in this world.

The ancestor of the Sikong family frowned, still feeling a little worried: "Isn't there a more accurate result? For example, the life and death of that person, or other specific information?"

After the words fell, the great prophet cast a disdainful look: "Fellow Taoist, the path of cause and effect and destiny is the most mysterious. The secrets hidden in the heavens need to be understood by yourself. If you pry forcibly, you will only attract death for yourself. disaster!"

The ancestor of the Sikong family had no choice but to clasp his fists and shake his head: "I don't understand fate. I am talking too much about this matter."

The great prophet was very talkative. After hearing the apology from the ancestor of the Sikong family, he immediately accepted it with a smile: "Whether you are an old man or others, you should respect fate. The mystery of fate is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

"For example, Xia Donghai also has a pseudonym called Xingji!"

The Great Prophet dropped another bombshell.

Everyone was stunned involuntarily, feeling as if they were in a dream: "Using the sword of Sword Master Xingji to kill a junior in future generations, and this junior in future generations... happens to be also named Xingji? This... this is really... "

What a coincidence and too ridiculous!

"There are more magical mysteries between heaven and earth than you imagine."

The Great Prophet walked a few steps on crutches, and said with a smile: "For example, according to legend, there is a special terrain called Luofeng Slope. Although it does not have any divine power, many phoenixes fall here."

"Could it be that Xia Donghai...is actually the sword master Xingji?"

The ancestor of the Sikong Family couldn't help but speak, but as soon as he finished speaking, he covered his mouth as if he suddenly realized: "Yes, although Xia Donghai's strength is amazing, he is still far away from the sword master who defeated Shenqiao and challenged him horizontally. The cultivation level of the true god is still too far behind, not to mention, if he were the sword master, he would have come to retrieve his magic weapon long ago..."

"Then now."

The Great Prophet chuckled: "Let me tell you the next plan."

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Chapter 0661

Mysterious long street.

The time 700 years ago was too ethereal and distant. Even with Feng Xia's current knowledge, he could not help but doubt that everything he had experienced before was also a magical illusion.

It's like he has experienced hundreds of reincarnations on the ladder to heaven, seen all over the world, and traveled all over Xuanyuan mountains and rivers.

However, dreams are just dreams after all.

For the Lingyun Kingdom, which was almost annihilated in history, Feng Xia was just a latecomer who benefited from Yu Yin.

Feng Xia was still aware of the dream of climbing the ladder to heaven.

But what if everything I experienced before was an illusion created by the mysterious ancient street?

With the mystery and weirdness of this ancient street, if Feng Xia Zicun really wanted to deceive him, it would have been impossible for Feng Xia Zicun to see any flaws before he became a god!

Even if you reach the altar, you only have some hope, but not complete certainty.

"Huh? What—"

But at this moment, Feng Xia turned around with some feeling and saw that the space behind him suddenly distorted again. A big hand with divine light passed through the ripples in the space and hit him in front of him with a thud!

Even just one hand exuded terrifying coercion, which was so heavy that Feng Xia was dumbfounded and took a few steps back involuntarily.

Of course he could recognize the hand in front of him at a glance.

This is the hand of the outsider god!

"This hand actually... followed me back?"

Feng Xia's mouth opened a little bit, and she once again felt a strong sense of absurdity: "This hand followed me back. Doesn't it mean that everything I experienced is real, and after I left..."

"A god from outside the world has hated me for 700 years?"

He shivered violently.

Being hated by an unknown god for so long is obviously not a wonderful thing.

Fortunately, Feng Xia felt relieved soon.

"It's useless to think about it now. Besides, if you calculate it carefully, there will be more than one god who hates me. Even if you include this unknown god, it will only be happy +1 at most..."

He smiled helplessly and freely.

No need to worry about debts, that’s all!

"In comparison, this is the hand of a god, and it is a great treasure in itself!"

After letting go of the worries in his heart, Feng Xia's eyes lit up and his breathing quickened.

He circled the big hand back and forth several times, and the joy in his chest became more and more intense: "Well, as long as the energy in the hand is refined, the divine blood can be used to strengthen the body, and the extremely hard divine bones can also be used to refine Treasure, this layer of skin can be made into a boxing glove, and the flesh and tendons inside can be extracted..."

Feng Xia has faced more than one god-level figure.

But the states of those divine realms are quite special. Ying Daoyi has no real physical body at all, the goddess Wu Guan is just the incarnation of the condensed vitality, and the mother emperor is a clone with the will entrusted to her.

But this hand is different.

It is part of the body of a god in normal state!

"Even if it's something I can't use, it's still a good thing to give to Qianqiu Valley. It's cut, chopped, stewed...what else can be done with it?"

Feng Xia rubbed her hands happily, and suddenly the palm suddenly melted, and in a burst of squirming, it turned into the image of a young man in brocade clothes.

It's just that he didn't notice the changes in time and space, but immediately cast a cold look at Feng Xia: "Thief, do you know how big a crime you have committed?"

"If you abandon your cultivation now..."

"Oh, he can actually speak by himself!"

bang——

Feng Xia activated his fist skills and punched the young man on the back of the head. The joy in his voice became even stronger: "A trace of flesh and blood can be reborn. This is almost like my creation Xuan Gong. Sure enough, It’s a great treasure! This will of yours is also quite rare. It can be said to be part of the god’s soul, whether it is directly swallowed and refined, or..."

Although the young man was transformed into a divine body and his body was extremely hard, Feng Xia's punch was a divine power. It was so powerful and heavy that it was like an ancient sacred mountain hitting him. It still hit him so hard that stars appeared in his eyes and the back of his head was dented instantly. !

"You bastard! How dare you hit me?!" The young man was furious.

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge fist enlarged in his field of vision.

Bang!

The young man suddenly screamed, and the bridge of his nose dented.

"You are really tough-skinned."

Feng Xia shook his sore fist, feeling stunned for a while, and stretched out a hand in shock: "Look, my fist was hit with a white mark by your nose."

young people:"……"

Who the hell is hitting whom? ?

What's more, Feng Xia never thought about holding back the two punches he threw, so his face and the back of his head were sunken. From a distance, it actually looked like a hollow dough!

"Boy, don't think you can do whatever you want——"

Finally, the young man couldn't bear it anymore. While dodging Feng Xia's fist, he shouted loudly: "I will contact my true self right now. I have been humiliated and hated many times. Where is my true self? Why is my true self missing?" !”

But in the next moment, his whole body trembled suddenly, and he almost dropped his eyes to the ground.

gone!

The deity who should have been deep outside the fetal membrane of the Xuanyuan world disappeared from his perception at this moment. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't establish the slightest connection!

"How, how is it possible?!"

Feng Xia immediately seized on this flaw, grabbed the young man transformed by the magic hand, and beat him severely without saying a word.

At the same time, the other party's words also made him thoughtful: "This guy doesn't seem to know that after 700 years, he can't sense where his true self is. Now it seems that there should be three possibilities..."

First, this is a mysterious ancient street, naturally isolated from the senses.

Secondly, the original figure of this hand had already moved away from the Xuanyuan world 700 years ago. The distance was too far, so it naturally lost its sensitivity.

"There is a third situation...well, that is, the god died during these 700 years."

Feng Xia rubbed her chin, looking at the young man screaming on the ground, the smile on his face became more playful.

It seems that no matter which situation it is, the situation suddenly becomes interesting.

"Even the will of the soul is entrusted in one palm. Is this also one of the characteristics of gods? Well, I still know too little about the realm of gods. When Sister Wu Guan comes out of seclusion, I will go to her and ask her Ask about the mystery of the divine realm."

But now, seeing that even though the young man was brutally beaten, he still stretched out his hands and kicked his feet to resist, without any intention of "compromising", an interesting idea suddenly appeared in Feng Xia's mind.

"It's a pity to peel off your cramps and skin directly. I should do something more meaningful with you... Damn it!"

Before Feng Xia could think about it, a roar reached his ears.

Those zombie undead that disappeared before... they are back!

"Run first and talk later!"

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Chapter 0662

"Fortunately, those things don't seem to escape."

After driving all the way for a long distance, Feng Xia finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the zombies did not continue to pursue him, and staggered to the ground.

Beside him, the young man transformed by the divine hand also lay on the ground, with his butt raised high.

After a long while, he weakly turned his head and squeezed out a few words:

"You...where exactly did you take me...to?"

Although he is not a clone in the true sense, he still inherits the knowledge of the original to a certain extent, so he can tell almost at a glance that the zombies and undead chasing Feng Xia have strength that is almost comparable to the Shenqiao realm!

This is the result of the fact that zombies do not have great intelligence, cannot activate the divine channel method, and can only rely on their physical bodies to do evil.

"Even after death, the corrupted body is so strong. Could it be that these zombies and undead were all true gods when they were alive?"

The young man's body was trembling, and he couldn't believe this conclusion at all.

God?

Hundreds and thousands of true gods are buried here?

That would be too scary!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How powerful is the Divine Realm? Even if there are occasional deaths, it is impossible for so many people to die! Let alone this place, this place is really..."

After that, he couldn't continue.

When young people think about it, even if the true god does die, his burial place must be extraordinary. How could it be like now, with at most a raised tomb?

That's almost like a mass grave!

It is impossible no matter how you think about it, so many true gods are buried here.

"Here? I don't know where this place is."

Feng Xia couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "But I know one thing..."

The young man immediately became extremely vigilant: "What, what are you going to do?"

"Of course I'll accept you!"

bang——