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Chapter 572 The rain is about to come, and the wind is full of the building!

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    Northern Wilderness, Jiuxiao Shrine!

    The towering mountain peaks, the clouds and mists are churning, at this time in the chaotic world, under a peach tree.

    Bu Feifan sat cross-legged on a piece of bluestone, staring at the majestic and majestic scenery in the distance with his starry eyes.

    Hua Xiaogu passed out in a coma and has been put in place. As for when she will wake up, no one knows.

    After going through Liupo Mountain and many quasi-holy battles, Bu Feifei was shocked to realize that there were too few means he could use.

    The way of Confucianism, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and poetry, each has not yet reached the extreme, and there is still room for development.

    Taoism and Zen, including Yaozu, Mojiao, Guizu, etc., their cultivation systems have been formed through the unremitting efforts of generations of predecessors.

    As long as you continue to practice in this way, you will definitely become one of the saints in the heavens.

    Moreover, there are so many spells that can be used in battle that they can be described as omnipresent.

    But Bu Feifan's most important way of fighting so far can only use poetry, chess, or qin music as means.

    Comparing the practice of Taoism to a treasure house, if a Taoist monk fights with a Confucian cultivator of the same level, there are a hundred kinds of weapons in this treasure house.

    However, in the treasure house of Confucianism Cultivators, there are only ten weapons available, which is the most obvious gap.

    The "killing hand chess" created by Bu Feifan is equivalent to adding a new "weapon" to the "arsenal" of Confucianism and Taoism!

    Leaving this aside, Bu Feifan has no 'weapon' of his own so far!

    A high-quality weapon definitely accounts for three to four out of ten, or even more, in the battle against the enemy.

    Fighting at the same level, if you take an acquired spirit treasure, and I control an innate spirit treasure, I can kill you with one blow.

    All the saints in the prehistoric world have innate spiritual treasures that are closely related to themselves.

    The Buddha Mother Zhun mentioned the wonderful tree of the seven treasures of the Taoist. It is said that there is nothing in the prehistoric world.

    Amitabha's twelfth-grade golden lotus of merit is known as having the strongest defense in the world.

    There is also the four swords of the sage Tongtian, combined with the Zhuxian formation, there is no four sages that cannot be broken, and can slaughter all the gods and Buddhas.

    The Taiji diagram of Lao Tzu, a sage of Taiqing, is even more innate treasure. In the thirty-three days of prehistoric times, there are only three innate treasures.

    The Pangu Banner has the power to tear apart the primordial chaos, the power to shatter the heavens and time and space, the power to control the profound meaning of all laws, and the power to open up the universe.

    This innate treasure can control the power of heaven and earth, and its attack and good fortune rank first in the way of heaven. It is in the hands of the original Tianzun.

    Even Long Qiuxue forged himself an innate spiritual treasure with the keel of the Longzu early on, but Bu Feifan has not had a single weapon of his own so far.

    "What kind of magic weapon should I forge?!"

    Bu Feifei murmured, feeling very torn in his heart.

    The cultural treasures of Confucianism cultivators are generally very simple and close to life.

    Those who use poetry as the means of attack are nothing more than the four treasures of the study brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

    Chess Dao Confucianism, and there are only black and white chess and chessboards to choose from.

    These are not what Bu Feifei wants.

    "Why!"

    Sighing, Bu Feifan turned sideways slightly, and Long Qiuxue came to her side at some point, followed by Tutu, the King of the Nine Nether Underworld.

    At this time, Long Qiuxue and Tu Tu were not wearing masks, and the faces of the two women were stunning and beautiful, but it was a pity that Bu Feifan didn't have the heart to admire them at all.

    "Did you sense it?!"

    Bu Feifan looked at Long Qiuxue with a little apology on his face. This Jiuxiaoshan native used the keel of the ancestor of the dragon as the material in the past, forged it with the real fire of the sun for nine hundred and ninety-nine years, and then watered the ninety-nine years with his heart and soul.  Years ago, the innate Lingbao Longge was forged.

    It's a pity that in the battle of the East China Sea, this big killer was brushed by the Qibao Miaoshu, so I don't know where it flew.

    Long Qiuxue participated in the war for her own sake, and Long Ge, whom she spent almost half her life to nurture, was lost because of her own reasons. This was the biggest knot in Bu Feifan's heart.

    "There is a weak connection, and it may not be in Honghuang anymore!"

    Long Qiuxue's voice was cold, without the slightest hint of blame.

    There are thirty-three days in the prehistoric world, and there are many interfaces.?

    The Great Desolate Continent in the traditional sense is the current world composed of the Five Great Desolations. In addition to this world, there are also the Nine Nether Underworld, the Nine Nether Demon Realm, and so on.

    However, where Bu Feifan resides is the prehistoric world dominated by humans, the demon world dominated by demons, and the underworld dominated by ghosts!

    If it is not in the prehistoric world, then it is in other interfaces.

    If he can safely survive this crisis, Bu Feifan must go out and help Long Qiuxue find Longge.

    "You kid, you are very rowdy. You have provoked everything that the great masters of the heavens can provoke!"

    Tutu's big black eyes stared at Bu Feifan without blinking, making Bu Feifan's scalp tingle.

    "It stands to reason that the saints of the heavens will definitely send the strongest quasi-sages under their sect to seize the power of the prehistoric, but why is it unexpectedly quiet?!"

    Bu Feifan changed the topic in time.

    At present, no less than 100,000 creatures of various races, such as human race, ghost race, demon race, demon race, etc., have surrounded the foot of Jiuxiao Mountain.

    It's a pity that these are creatures below the quasi-sage realm, and they will not pose a threat to Jiuxiao Shrine.

    The real bosses haven't come yet!

    Taoism, Zen Buddhism, these are the great terrors that can truly raze the Nine Heavens Shrine to the ground.

    "It's just the calm before the storm!"

    Long Qiuxue's voice was as cold as ever, but it was also full of worry.

    At night, in a heavily restricted palace in Nine Heavens Shrine, Bu Feifan tucked up the quilt for Hua Xiaogu.

    "Little bone, sleep well, the master will be back soon!"

    Touching Hua Xiaogu's smooth and tender cheeks, Bu Feifan walked out of the palace. He was going to leave for a while to get back something that belonged to her for Xiaogu.

    Long Qiuxue said that Hua Xiaogu might wake up tomorrow, or next year, or ten years, or a hundred thousand years.

    There is also a chance of not being able to wake up in this life.

    It is impossible for the great religions of the heavens to mobilize all their forces in just a few days. After all, everyone wants to get the power of the wild, and the saints of the heavens are all greedy.

    At this juncture, whoever makes the first bird will go to hell and reincarnate first!

    Therefore, it will take some time for the sages of the heavens to discuss a perfect result.

    So Bu Feifan chose to leave Nine Heavens Shrine. He had two missions to go down the mountain this time. The first was to save a person, and the second was to get back Hua Xiaogu's belongings.

    Passing by the main hall of Jiuxiao Shrine, Bu Feifan heard Liu Mengli's voice from a long distance away.

    At this time, Jiuxiao Shrine is shrouded in a depressive atmosphere. The battle of Liupo Mountain has already been spread all over the world, and Bu Feifan also returned here with the birch bone that can be called a nuclear bomb, which will naturally lead to discussions.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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