Chapter 673

Inside the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman.

Light flashed, revealing Fang Xing's figure.

He looked around and sighed.

Rumble!

Stone pillars stood up, supporting the gray airflow, leaving a space of about 100 square meters and about 10 meters high.

Stone steps appeared, and at the very top was a seat.

Fang Xing sat on the seat and said gloomily: "Next... I don't know how many years I will live here..."

"But my state is already countless times better than the dead subconscious Pan Wu... The longer the time, the more I can comprehend the Eastern Zhenwu Great Dao."

He silently explored the limits of his own abilities.

"Inside the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman, this space cave is my limit. I am like a creator god here... uh, a 100-square-meter creator god?"

He reached out, and a jade cup appeared, filled with golden liquid.

This is fine wine brewed by the God of Wine in the world of gods, even a 14th Realm Dao Lord could be drunk.

Fang Xing took a light sip, the wine glass disappeared directly, and then a few puppets appeared, each kneeling: "Master..."

"Hmm, the strength of these puppets can be adjusted... can they create flesh and blood living people?"

He nodded, then shook his head: "But this is for myself. For those who obtain the Eastern Zhenwu Talisman, what can they obtain?"

That's right!

Fang Xing had entered the stone talisman and could no longer rely on his own power to move the stone talisman in the outside world.

In other words, he needed a host and became something like a golden finger.

"As long as you obtain the 'Eastern Zhenwu Talisman', you can obtain the best training... if they use the Eastern Zhenwu Dao to shatter the Pan Wu Great Dao, then naturally I win."

"And even if I fail... at worst, I'll give up on them and find the next host."

"This is the benefit of cheating. As long as I can win once, I will be eternal."

"But what is the use of this 'cheat' of mine to the host?"

Fang Xing began to think.

With his ability, transforming an ordinary mortal into a 12th or even 13th Realm Heavenly Immortal Law Lord and obtaining infinite lifespan is not difficult, but it's useless!

Because his foundation at this time is still the Pan Wu Great Dao!

A Heavenly Immortal Law Lord created by the Pan Wu Great Dao? Isn't that sending nourishment to the Pan Wu Great Dao?

If things go wrong, the Pan Wu consciousness outside will revive in this person's body in the next instant, and then he will play GG, and the ceremony will fail.

"If I want to win... first of all, I must comprehend the Eastern Zhenwu Great Dao further, at least comprehend the general framework."

"Then, guide the host, explore their own power, and embark on the 'Eastern Zhenwu Great Dao'..."

"This golden finger of mine cannot be too strong. Things like experience for killing, or signing in to send methods, send power, send treasures... or even future simulators, can all be forgotten."

"Can a training space with a different time flow from the outside world be created?"

"And then? When practicing to a bottleneck, can it be broken through naturally? Isn't this my attribute panel's proficiency system?"

Fang Xing thought for a while and decided first: "Only these two, no more."

"Even, for the sake of the other party, I still need to create martial arts myself. Anything I have learned cannot be taught, or something will go wrong..."

After all, everything he learned later became part of the Pan Wu Great Dao.

This is also the reason why all Dao Lords are trapped.

Their own Great Dao is already the essence of their peak, so how can they find another way?

This is as outrageous as wanting an ordinary person to become another person, even changing their genes!

"Unless, I can comprehend a more complete Eastern Zhenwu Great Dao and pass it on..."

Fang Xing closed his eyes and stopped caring about the passing of time in the outside world.

Time passed, and the world changed.

The former seaside is now a mountain range.

Dark flowers are all over the mountains, and a three-headed strange bird with a wingspan of tens of meters flies low.

"Chirp!"

The strange bird swooped down, its two sharp claws drawing a beautiful arc, hitting a wild boar with a triangular sword head on the ground.

The wild boar hissed low, wanting to resist, but it was too late.

Pfft!

Blood splashed, and this wild boar weighing several tons was directly grabbed, and the strange bird turned into a black dot and disappeared quickly.

"Damn... this three-headed bird is here to grab our prey again."

There was a tremor in the grass, and a few primitive people wearing animal skins, generally over two meters tall, walked out.

Among them, a young primitive person with some immaturity on his face cursed.

In their hands, they also held long spears sharpened with wooden sticks, axes strung with sharp bone pieces, etc., which looked a bit "well-equipped."

"Qing... what should we do? The prey we spent days watching was grabbed, and the people in the tribe will go hungry."

A group of people looked at an older leader.

In this barbaric era, the life of primitive people was very bad.

There were powerful fierce beasts everywhere, who loved to eat people!

And the position of primitive people in the food chain was clearly downstream!

Only by combining to form small tribes could there be a glimmer of life.

Even so, the tribe could not exceed a thousand people, otherwise it would easily become the "buffet" of more powerful fierce beasts.

Qing looked to be in his twenties, which was old for a primitive person, and had rich hunting experience.

"Let's go to the river... see if we can catch a 'bone-thorn fish'!"

Qing thought for a while and made a decision: "This time, I will be the bait!"

He was the most experienced hunter in the tribe, and the bone-thorn fish was very clever. If the prey had problems, it would inevitably be discovered.

"Qi... you hold the stone axe and be ready to be the first one up."

"Shang... you are responsible for stabbing with the spear, pay attention not to stab the bone scales, only choose the place where the three white lines converge under the fish lips..."

"Mang..." Qing looked at the young primitive person who spoke first: "You are responsible for vigilance... pay attention to the movements of other fierce beasts."

"Okay."

Mang gritted his teeth and agreed.

A moment later, on the river beach.

A large fish more than two meters long, covered with forest-white bone thorns and scales, rolled over and came to the shore.

Facing the ambush, it didn't escape back to the river, but rolled over instead.

Cooperating with the bone thorns, it was simply like a hedgehog spinning.

In his haste, Shang's wooden spear didn't stab the vital point at all, but snapped with a crack.

"Ah!"

In the scream, Qing, who was the bait, was the closest and had several more blood holes on his body.

!

But the bone-thorn fish flopped twice and stopped moving.

Mang ran over quickly, only to find that Qing, who was pressed under the bone-thorn fish, had stabbed a bone dagger into the fish lips, not more, not less, exactly where the three white lines converged.

"Qing..."

Mang hurriedly looked at Qing.

"Cough cough... I have heard the call of the gods, it is highly likely that I won't live."

Qing's mouth overflowed with blood, but his face had a look of relief: "This is nature..."

His hand dropped, and he completely lost his life breath.

"Alright, Mang... hurry up and decompose the fish meat and bones and bring them back... the smell of blood will soon attract fierce beasts."

Shang next to him kicked Mang.

Mang started working mechanically, but his eyes swept to Qing's corpse from time to time.

"Being buried in the wilderness is our destiny... but at least, I don't want Qing to be eaten by fierce beasts..."

He put down a large piece of fish meat, came to the side, picked up a stone, and pressed it on Qing's body.

Soon, a small stone pile appeared on Qing's corpse.

"This is useless..."

Qi spoke: "The noses of fierce beasts are extremely sensitive, this little stone can't stop them..."

Mang didn't speak, just repeated the work at hand mechanically.

Whoosh whoosh...

He panted heavily, after all, he was only thirteen years old, the youngest among the warriors in the tribe.

Mang picked up another ostrich egg-sized pebble, suddenly paused, and looked at the bottom of the big stone: "What is this?"

He picked up a stone chip, which was cyan all over and the size of a baby's fist.

And on the surface of the stone chip, there were strange patterns.

"Looks pretty good... probably an ornament left by some warrior."

Qi glanced at it and shook his head.

Mang didn't care either, stuffed the stone talisman into his arms, and the group returned to the tribe.

The tribe he was in was located in a valley, and the main residences were tents made of leather and conical roofs made of thatch.

"Back!"

When the group returned, the primitive people on the watchtower shouted excitedly.

A group of women with healthy bodies and muscular flesh welcomed them out, and seeing the fish meat in Mang's hands and the fish bones on their backs, a hint of joy appeared on their faces.

"Qing... is dead."

Shang spoke, his voice low.

"The gods want to take everyone's soul, there is no way around it..."

An old grandmother who looked to be in her forties spoke: "Warriors... go and rest, we will cook the fish meat."

Primitive people look at life and death very lightly, and even regard being buried in the wilderness as a cycle of nature.

But Mang still felt a bit puzzled when he saw all this.

He returned to his small hut, fell on the dry grass, and fell asleep.

He didn't notice at all that the stone talisman in his arms was flickering with a faint light.

"Hmm? I... where am I?"

Mang woke up and found himself in a gray space.

On the throne in front, the heavenly maidens with different postures and figures retreated, revealing a figure.

The air was filled with incense, and the long table was full of various delicacies he had never seen before. Just smelling the scent made his mouth secrete saliva uncontrollably.

Snap!

Fang Xing snapped his fingers, and everything in the space disappeared, leaving only the palace supported by stone steps and stone pillars.

He sat on the throne, looking at the primitive boy in animal skin clothes below.

"Who are you? A god?"

Mang looked at the god above, feeling a terrible pressure, even more terrifying than the most powerful fierce beast he had ever seen!

He felt that the other party should be the image of the god who lived high in the sky, as passed down in the tribe: "Where is Qing's heroic spirit?"

"A god? I am not..."

Fang Xing smiled, but the moment he saw this boy, he knew everything about him: "What year is it? Has the outside world developed to this extent?"

(End of chapter)