Wu Dong Qian Kun Chapter 1279: Cohesive shrine
Chapter 127th chapter
An ancient altar, standing quietly in nothingness, at the top of that altar, a thin figure sits quietly like a rock, his body is slightly cold, even his breath is weak It is unheard of, if it is not faintly able to detect a trace of air compressor existence, I am afraid that anyone will think that he is just a corpse without Aura.
This strange place, without any sound, is as quiet as a remote place in a long river, no one can detect, no one can reach.
On the altar, the thin figure suddenly trembled a little, and the closed eyes opened slowly. The black eyes were dark as night. Some helpless and puzzled.
“It’s been failing all the time.”
Lin Dong muttered to himself, this should be the fourth year since he came here, that is to say, he has cultivated here for four years, and these four years, in addition to the beginning of the first refined Divine Strength One year, the other three years, he was trying to condense the shrine, and it was no surprise that he all failed.
Although he is constantly searching for the cause of failure, and even this self-finding is quite perfect, but somehow, the shrine that emerges is always invisible and has not let Delin It feels like it has entered a special level of special feeling.
“Why failed? My refined Divine Strength is extremely condensed, why can’t I condense the shrine in the mud pill palace.”
Lin Dong frowned, his eyes continued to blink, but his eyes were confused and doubtful. After thinking for a long time, there was still no clue. He could only sigh, closed his eyes slightly, and was ready to try again. .
“Huh?”
However, when he wanted to continue to try, he suddenly froze slightly, and then he looked at the slate in front of him, where there were some staggered traces, and it seemed that he should draw whatever he wanted.
The scratch is quite rough and simple, it is just a trace spot, and then there are several deep marks that are cut directly from the top, as if the spot was completely destroyed.
Lin Dong looked at these random marks, shook his head in disappointment, and eyes closed again, but after a moment, he opened his eyes sharply and looked at those random marks again, passing some suspicious colors in his eyes.
This spot looks a bit like a mud pill palace. This cross mark destroys it. Could it be said that the shrine is not transformed by the mud pill palace but is completely destroyed?
Is this standing?
Lin Dong’s heart beating fiercely, first break the mud pill palace? What a joke, the mud pill palace is born, once destroyed, it will let people lose energy, even the consequences, even he can not afford.
In the event that the Nirumaru Palace breaks, he will not be able to condense the shrine. Not only will the Divine Strength cultivation disappear, it will even damage his mind, and becoming an idiot is not impossible.
At this price, even Lin Dong’s mentality is hesitant, but faintly, he felt that this may indeed be the real avenue to the realm of the palace.
Broken, or not broken?
Lin Dong’s eyes changed rapidly, and he was clearly struggling. After a long while, he finally took a soft breath, clenched his palms, and darkened his eyes, passing a touch of firmness.
Without great perseverance, how to achieve great power, and how to surpass the ice master?
The decision was made in the heart, Lin Dong no longer hesitated, his eyes were closed, and his heart moved, just before he came to the mud pill palace. At this time, the mud pill palace was like a small light spot, gently floating, With a vast range of fine Divine Strength fluctuations emanating.
Lin Dongxin looked at the light spot, and when his mind moved, the vast Divine Strength in the mud pill palace was contracting at an extremely amazing speed at this time. For a short period of time, all the fine Divine Strength, All in the mud pill palace, turned into a fine Divine Strength sphere only the size of a human head. This sphere is like a substance and its surface is like a mirror, but the horrible fluctuations in it are even after two rounds of robbery. The peak strong are enough to feel trembling.
And when this compression reached the extreme, the fine Divine Strength ball suddenly trembled suddenly, and then the surface of the ball began to break, the cracks spread out, and a series of devastating light beams shot out quietly.
When that kind of light beam is extremely strong, it seems like a round of sun rising from the Nimaru Palace, and then, the wave of destruction is swept away, and the Nimara Palace explodes completely.
Bang!
Lin Dong’s body shivered madly at this time, the mud pill palace exploded, and the fine Divine Strength among them was pouring out like tide.
Lin Dongqiang endured the severe pain coming from his mind, and hurriedly collected those fine Divine Strengths who lost the restraint of the mud pill palace and became violent. Even if he has the guardianship of the flood keel, I am afraid it will be fragmented.
The dazzling purple gold rays swept open. The flood keel in the forest was also aware of the danger. It turned into a deep sound of dragons. The purple gold rays turned into countless purple gold dragons, like dragon covers. The raging fine Divine Strength siege all.
The three ancestors also appeared at this time, and the fine Divine Strength was surrounded by water, and the light flickered. Finally, the fine Divine Strength did not lose control.
Lin Dong is also very tense at this moment. Now Niumaru Palace is broken by already. He cannot always restrain the fine Divine Strength like this. If he can no longer create a “murai palace” for them, then the fine Divine Strength will lose control and thus The spirit carrying his energy dissipates, and he will also suffer an incomparable blow.
Although the situation is urgent now, after all, Lin Dong has experienced too much life and death, so there is no panic. The mind is like controlling the fine Divine Strength condensed shrine in the mud pill palace before. And started to gather them together.
The vast fine Divine Strength swells, and then slowly gathers. At this time, the fine Divine Strength flows like a liquid, flowing between the outlines, as if the prototype of a shrine is quietly forming.
Fine Divine Strength began to perfect the myriad steps of the shrine a little bit under the manipulation of Lin Dong, but this project is obviously extremely vast. Even with the ability of Lin Dong, it takes a long time. Fortunately, now Lin Dongben is in retreat. In this kind of place, no one will disturb him. Otherwise, once the fine Divine Strength gets out of control, it will be a bit serious.
The slow passage of time, in a blink of an eye, is the passage of two months, and the shrine is also beginning to grow in size. The shrine is magnificent, the atmosphere is magnificent, and the weather is thousands of thousands, like the residence of a god.
Lin Dong’s heart looked at this formed temple, and he couldn’t help but have a rush of ecstasy. Immediately his heart moved, that vast Divine Strength poured into the temple like a tide.
However, just after Jing Divine Strength poured into it, Lin Dong’s ecstasy suddenly cooled down, because he suddenly found that Jing Divine Strength did not form a cycle at all in this shrine. It was spontaneously derived. sign.
In the past, Niumaru Palace, as long as the fine Divine Strength entered it, is like a bird returning to the nest. It will have a sense of tranquility, but now, that feeling is gone.
Obviously, this shrine has not achieved the effect of replacing the mud pill palace at all!
In this way, Lin Dong must hold back these fine Divine Strength so that they will not dissipate, but in this way, he will never have the power to distract himself from doing other things, that is, he is Stuck by his fine Divine Strength.
Lin Dong cold sweat, he stared at that shrine. Is there anything missing?
Why can’t the shrine condensed out replace the mud pill palace?
Lin Dong’s mind is turning quickly. He vaguely feels that there is something missing in the palace, but he can’t understand what it is, what it is.
Time is slowly passing, but Lin Dong still has no clue, and his heart cannot help but sink slightly. Is this deadlock impossible to break?
On the altar, Lin Dong closed his eyes tightly, and covered with cold sweat, cold sweat dripped down the body, and fell on the shabby futon. Faintly, the futon seemed to flash a little.
And at that moment of flashing light, Lin Dong’s heart seemed to sound a very melodious ancient voice: “Too much.”
The sudden sound made Delin move stiff, but he didn’t have time to think about the sound, and a flash of light flashed through his mind: “Too much induction?!”
“Is that power missing?”
Lin moved his mind, and then hesitated. He quickly invaded into the sense of injury, and his consciousness floated. After a long time, a ray of chaos finally shot.
The light of chaos fell on that shrine, and then the shrine exploded with a clear tweet. It was here that the shrine like a dead thing turned out to have life. On the surface of the shrine, the light overflows, and a kind of vitality spreads out.
Boom.
Fine Divine Strength swells inside the shrine, faintly, it seems to gradually form a kind of initial cycle, and Lin Dong can feel that when the shrine was formed, it seemed to be with the deep The extremely mysterious Taishang in China has established a mysterious connection, and a continuous stream of chaos light continues to flow.
Fine Divine Strength turned, the trace of chaos light began to infiltrate into the fine Divine Strength, and then, Lin Dong felt that those fine Divine Strengths that had blended into the light of chaos began to change dramatically.
That’s a true metamorphosis.
Lin moved and realized, his mind gradually calmed down, he quietly guarded the shrine, and allowed Jing Divine Strength to surge in it, he could feel that when Jing Divine Strength was transformed, perhaps, Jing temple would be able to Really replaces Nirumaru!
It just takes a long time, and fortunately, now Lin Dong is not short of this time.
He just has to wait quietly for Nirvana. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to recommend it to registered members of Piaotian Literature. Your support is my greatest motivation.)