Tales of Herding Gods - 891. Chapter 848 Heavenly Sovereign Order

“Where did you get this thing?” Qin Mu asked, looking away from the box.

The young boy Xingya let out a sigh of relief and said: “When the Metaverse was broken, I saw a ruin that was quite old, and the sky was full of divine clouds, so I went in and searched and found this thing.”

Chi Ming, the butcher and others stepped forward, but the box had been closed, and they couldn’t see what was in the box.

However, there are not many treasures in this world that can fascinate Qin Mu’s heart, and it will be difficult to fascinate Qin Mu with any imperial throne technique. The contents of the box must be no small thing.

Long Qilin stepped forward, rubbed the box, and whispered, “Good brother, what’s inside? Let me see?”

Hu Ling’er tried to split the box open, but the box was closed tightly, not showing them.

“Where is the ruin where you got this thing?”

Qin Mu said solemnly: “This thing is of no use to me. Only that ruin is the most important place to me. If you want me to save you, then tell me where it is.”

“There is a geographic map in the box.”

Xingya said: “Save me, the contents of the box and the geographical map belong to you. Even if you are not at ease, I can personally take you there.”

Qin Mu took a deep look at him, nodded, and said to Bashan to worship the wine: “Brother, borrow a place, I will do this together and reshape my soul.”

Bashan Jijiu immediately emptied the Lijiang Hall of the main hall, Qin Mu picked up the box, walked into the hall, and put the box beside him.

Xingya walked to the hall and looked at the box.

The box could go by himself, but Qin Mu still insisted on carrying it. Obviously, the thing he found was extremely important to Qin Mu, indicating that it was right that he came to Qin Mu with this treasure.

In the hall, behind Qin Mu appeared the gate of Chengtian, he used the method to gather his disintegrated soul.

Although Xingya was a saint who was born in 500 years of the previous generation, he has extraordinary ingenuity, but limited by the times, he could not become a god.

Unlike the contemporary saint of Yankang Guoshi, Yankang Guoshi devoted himself to Yankang’s reforms and reforms, and showed his ambitions without caring about his own life, while Xingya devoted all his energy to how to prolong his life. Above.

He walked slantingly with his sword, killed many close-god masters, and spliced the body parts of these masters that had already cultivated to the true god level to keep himself young.

Later, his research went further, cutting his own soul and even his soul, and fetching the spirit and soul of others to join the soul.

Over time, Xingya was lost, not knowing which one was himself.

And the soul and body of others will eventually limit his achievements. In today’s era of Dao Fa explosion, if he can’t return to the self, he will be eliminated.

For Qin Mu, reshaping his soul is a familiar and easy way to rebuild his soul. After all, Xingya is not an existence like the mother of earth and the goddess of Tianyin.

And he didn’t worry that Xingya would be able to learn from him. Without the identity of the god child of Youdu, he would never want to cultivate into a real gate of heaven.

More importantly, if you don’t have a good relationship with God and Earth Count, stealing their power to reshape your soul will most likely be killed by these two ancient gods.

Soon after, the casting was over, Xingyao sat down, carefully sensing his own soul, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart, unable to speak.

Qin Mu opened the box. In the box, the bodies of gods and men were neatly lined up. Standing in the space inside the box, many of these gods and men were demigods who had cultivated to the realm of gods.

There are also many primordial spirits set there by Xingya with strange methods. There are all kinds of primordial spirits, all kinds of strange, all kinds of races.

However, it was not Xingya’s collection that attracted Qin Mu’s attention, but a jade token, a token similar to Mu Tianzun’s token.

The box spit out the token and fell into Qin Mu’s hands. Qin Mu turned over the token, and the token was engraved with the word “Qin” in ancient divine writing.

Qin Tianzun’s token.

When he and Niu Sanduo returned to the early years of Longhan, they met Kaihuang on the Tianhe River, and the battle between the two at the Yaochi event shocked the heavens.

Yu Tianzun saw that the two were vast and extraordinary, surpassing the human race at the time, surpassing the ancient gods and demigods at that time, so he played the ancient god Tiandi and invited them to reward them.

Therefore, the ancient god Tiandi awarded the two as Tianzun, Qin Mu aliased Mu Qing, so he named Mu Tianzun, and Kaihuang Qin Ye aliased Qin Kai, so he named Qin Tianzun.

Qin Mu and Kaihuang are side by side with Qitianzun and are called Jiutianzun.

The ancient god Tiandi awards, there are imperial edicts and tokens, and each of them has a copy.

This is why he immediately promised Xingya to reshape his soul after seeing this token!

Qin Mu looked over Qin Tianzun’s token several times, put it in his gluttonous bag, and looked at Xingyao. At this time, Xingya was urging his profound arts to upgrade his soul because of his soul remodeling and weakness.

Qin Mu took out the geographic map from the box and looked at it a few times. This geographic map is the current Metaverse geographic map. There are too many unfamiliar places, and he can hardly see the clue.

“Even if there is a geographic map, I need Xingya to go there with me.”

Qin Mu collected the geographical map and walked out of the Lijiang Temple.

Outside the hall, the butcher turned into a blade of light and flew towards him, smiling: “Mu’er, don’t you want to learn the results of the reform of the Lijiang Academy? I am waiting for you in the Tiandao Academy!”

Qin Mu put his thoughts down and said with a smile: “Grandpa Tu, you will be beaten to death by me.”

The butcher laughed loudly, and the sword fell in a palace in the entrance palace, where was the Heavenly Sword Academy.

God child Chiming rolled his purple clothes, and walked away, and the voice came: “God child of Youdu, I am waiting for you in the Academy of Good Fortune!”

The old farmer walked out and said calmly, “Budoyuan, come to me and get beaten!”

Qin Mu’s face turned dark, and Yu Zhao smiled and said, “Natural Academy, the concubine is waiting for the leader to drive.”

Pan Gongcuo was so proud for a while, he laughed and said, “Master Qin, I am teaching at the Wufa Tianxing Academy!”

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In front of the Lijiang Temple, many powerful men went back to each courtyard, waiting for Qin Mu’s challenge. Fox Ling’er was also excited, and drove away in a demon wind, joyfully saying: “My son, I am waiting for you to challenge in the demon courtyard!”

Qin Mu scratched his head: “Ling’er seems to have misunderstood. I’m here to learn magical powers, but I can’t learn magical techniques… But she is rarely excited. After playing in other hospitals, I will go to her to sit for a while. , Lest the little girl be sad. But the academies of Lijiang Academy seem to be hard to provoke, of course, except for the great…”

There are more than 20 academies in Lijiang Academy, including Kendo Academy, Modao Academy, Shinto Academy and so on. Each has its own strengths, and Qin Mu challenges one by one.

His purpose was to learn the results of the Lijiang Reform, so he used the magical powers of the Lijiang Academy to compete with the various courts. There were winners and losers. The worst losers were the Wufa Tianxing Academy of Ban Gongcuo, Qin Mu and Ban Gong. Cuobi tried the method of escape, but failed.

Qin Mu couldn’t hold back his face, and wanted to compete with him in witchcraft, but Bangongcuo didn’t compete with him at all. After winning him, he fled and disappeared.

The easiest thing to win was God Child Chi Ming’s Good Fortune Academy. In the art of good fortune, God Child Chi Ming was indeed inferior to him, even if God Child Chi Ming’s cultivation strength surpassed him.

The most relaxed is the demon courtyard of Hu Ling’er. After Qin Mu and Hu Ling’er fought for a while, he drank drunk with the monsters such as the Fox Fairy.

The worst hit was the old farmer’s martial arts institute. After entering the martial arts institute, Qin Mu began to be beaten until he could not stand up.

The most tender place is the Tiandao Academy. The father and the son stopped and stopped, and the butcher seriously taught him how to practice his swordsmanship, hoping that he could use the sword to enter the Tao, so that Qin Mu felt as if he was back in the old village. , Very warm.

The butcher who is not crazy has the warmth of an elder.

On this day, Xingya walked out of the Lijiang Temple and said to Qin Mu: “Master Qin, you can set off.”

Qin Mu bid farewell to everyone and said to the butcher: “Grandpa Tu, I am afraid that there will be a lot of dangers when I go. Lan Yutian will stay here first and let him learn the Dao of Lijiang. Grandpa Tu must take care of him and don’t have to teach him. Exercises, but we must also urge him to practice.”

The butcher glanced at Xingya: “I don’t worry about Xiaobianzi, this man is cruel, you walk with him alone, I’m afraid he will attack you. Muer, the dog can’t help eating shit, he sees your eyes are wrong, I Suspect that he really wants your body!”

Qin Mu said indifferently, “Xingyan can’t help me.”

The butcher was still a little uneasy.

Qin Mu summoned Dragon Qilin and Yan’er to go on the road with Xingya.

Xingya took out a dragon from the box and blew it away in one breath, and saw that the dragon came back to life immediately, flying through the clouds, flying through the clouds and mist, at an extremely fast speed.

Qin Mu was sitting on Long Qilin’s head, and Long Qilin drove the fire cloud and ran wildly to catch up with the Shenlong.

“The cultivation speed of Master Qin is not slow.”

Xingya looked back and looked very surprised, and said, “Master Qin is traveling with me this time, and he didn’t even bring a few masters, so I feel relieved.”

Qin Mu said leisurely: “Xingya, how amazing you were back then. In the battle of Tiansheng Academy, the masters of my Old Village and Yankang Kingdom were almost wiped out, but now that the situation has changed, your skills are no longer as good as before. That’s amazing. Walking with you, you don’t need other masters.”

Xingya said indifferently: “You underestimated me. Although I realize that I am taking a wrong path, it is still difficult to have my opponent among my peers. Even if Su Jianshen meets me, it will be inferior to me. Points. You should call a few masters because you are very attractive to me. When you see the survival in my box, you should know that I have not completely abandoned the previous path.”

Qin Mu laughed, Yan’er laughed while he opened his mouth and fed him a Scarlet Fire Spirit Pill.

Qin Mu’s face turned dark, and he was about to vomit, but he actually felt that the Red Fire Spirit Pill tasted good, so he ate it in a ghostly manner: “No wonder Fatty Long always likes to eat the Red Fire Spirit Pill. It turns out that the taste is so good… This is to feed the dragon fat!”

With Yan’er by his side, he is full of courage.

Even if the Dragon Qilin ran with all his strength and spent the night on the road, it took them two months to arrive at the ancient ruins Xingya said.

Long Qilin landed, and the dragon at Xingya’s feet also slowly fell to the ground. The dragon gradually shrank and flew into the opened box.

Xingya carried the box and whispered softly: “It’s here, I’ve been here all my life, and I almost never made it out alive.”

Qin Mu looked forward, but saw a dazzling glorious glow spewing out from a fragment of sacred mountain.

There was light moving in the divine cloud, and he was about to take a closer look, but saw a round of bright light flying out of the light, and the sword light gushing out from the light, which lasted for dozens of miles!

“Does it resemble your swordsmanship?”

Next to Qin Mu, Xingya said, “I got the Qin token from here, and saw a sword technique similar to yours, so I think this treasure can impress you.”

Qin Mu’s heart throbbed, and the worry-free sword whispered again.