Chapter 660: Twelve Capital Gods

Author: Peng Guogong

Chapter 660: Twelve Capital Gods

The strange beasts in the prehistoric period were very powerful. Some of them were born from some kind of Qi between heaven and earth, some were born from chaos, some were born from Pangu, some were combined with innate gods, and some were combined with acquired gods... They were always in the mountains.

If you are that big, you can call the wind and rain, and possess all kinds of magical powers.

These monster beasts fought and devoured each other, multiplied in huge numbers on the ancient continent, and quickly filled the world and oceans.

Monsters pose a great threat to human beings, whether they are villains from the Taixu world or real people created by Nuwa.

The little people are organized and can gather strength to fight against the monsters. They also have the blessing of a large number of immortals and can form formations to fight against the monsters.

Real people mainly rely on their own strength to fight monsters and beasts hand-to-hand. Sometimes when they encounter those that are too powerful, they will also carry out coordinated operations based on tribes under the guidance and leadership of the great witch.

Among the twelve ancestral witches, there is a "Jinzheng" ancestral witch named Pingshou who specializes in smelting metals.

He wanted to make weapons for real people. He once went to the foot of Mount Emei to see the weapons used by little people in various countries. They were all swords, axes and axes. He also wanted to make some so that children could better fight against monsters.

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The "samples" he took were all human weapons, and the largest iron gun was no more than a toothpick in his hand.

Iron and wood cannot be used to forge weapons that real people can use, such as iron spears. Real people are generally eighty or ninety feet tall, and the spear is more than a hundred feet long. If you hold one end of such a long iron spear with your hand, the other end will droop down.

, or even break directly.

Lingshou walked among the mountains and fields, searched many places, and found a black iron mountain. There were a group of goat-headed monsters on the mountain, all three to fifty feet tall, holding sledgehammers made of black iron stones in their hands.

, bleating, and attacked him with his hands.

Ling Shuo roared and rushed over. He punched out first and collided with the hammer coming towards him, smashing the hammer into pieces. Then he raised his kick and kicked several of them away. He was like a tiger among sheep.

, punching and kicking, he defeated more than fifty goat-headed monsters in an instant. There was also a monster priest who waved his sheep-headed staff and released a fireball as big as a mountain peak at him. He knocked the fireball away with a punch and stepped forward in a few steps.

On the hillside, the priest's head was blown open with one punch, and the rest were all bleating and scurrying away with their heads in their hands.

Ping picked up the hammer on the ground, rubbed it with her hands, and smiled.

He could feel the black iron contained in it, which was condensed from the essence of gold. It was hard enough, but these sheep demons couldn't condense it. They directly made hammer heads from the ore and used them to attack other monsters.

To deal with him is to seek death!

Ping collected the black iron ore, built a furnace in the mountain, and began to smelt black iron.

He smelted a large amount of black iron and made a long-handled black iron battle axe. He held the ax high and split a hill in half with a single swing.

He picked up the ax with great satisfaction and planned to take it back to show it to others. If possible, he would ask the tribesmen to collect black iron and practice weapons.

Just as he was about to leave, a red shadow suddenly flew from the sky, fell in front of him, and transformed into a bald monk with a body of hundreds of feet.

Ping felt the killing aura coming towards her and took a step back with the black iron battle ax in hand: "You are not a real person!"

The monk raised his palms, nodded and said, "Amitabha! The poor monk Xiaoyue has met the donor."

Ling Shou looked him up and down carefully: "You are very strange. You are neither human nor demon. You have a blood energy all over your body, and there is a murderous way in it. What do you want to do when you come to me?"

Zen Master Xiaoyue sighed: "I was... well, let's not mention it. Anyway, I merged my flesh and blood into a magic sword. I originally wanted to take revenge and killed many enemies, but my enemy

Even stronger, they have become golden immortals one by one, and I can't kill them anymore. Although my magic power can continue to increase, my doom is coming, after all, there are calamities in this world."

He looked up at the sky as he spoke, and continued: "I want to break away from the sword body, but this sword has become my body, and it is also my imprisonment and drag. I cannot leave the sword body. I am the sword, and the sword is

it's me……"

"What on earth are you going to say?" Lingshou interrupted his rambling words, "What do you need me to do for you?"

Zen Master Xiaoyue said: "You have the purest innate golden energy in your body, and you also have a hint of the Tao of Creation. I want you to help me escape from the sword body and regain my life."

Piao looked at him coldly: "Why should I help you?"

"If you help me, you can get the sharpest sword in the world."

"The sharpest?"

"The sharpest!" Zen Master Xiaoyue pointed with his hand, and a red light burst out from his fingertips. With a slight stroke, the black iron battle ax in his hand fell off, and the ax as big as a hill crashed down.

Smashed deep into the ground.

Liao Shuo was startled and took another step back. At the same time, two white lights shot out from his eyes and glanced at Zen Master Xiaoyue. He could see through Zen Master Xiaoyue's body. It was indeed a sword, a very strange sword.

.

"You mean, you want to give me your body?"

"That's it."

Lingshou thought about it for a while: "Okay, I can indeed help you escape from this sword body, but you have to ask some of my brothers for help. You come with me."

He brought Zen Master Xiaoyue back to the Ancestral Witch Hall in Lianshan City, and called in several other ancestral shamans. They discussed it, and some were in favor of it and some were against it.

"If you help me successfully liberate the soul, I am willing to give you a treasure refining secret and a matching formation chart."

The Twelve Ancestral Witches took the things and opened them to see: Twelve Capital Gods!

Zen Master Xiaoyue learned these twelve kinds of evil spirits from the ancestor Haha. The ancestor Haha claimed to be an ancient secret method. It can be said to be a spell or a magic weapon. It needs to collect and condense the twelve kinds of evil spirits in the world.

It can be practiced by one person, or it can be practiced by two, three, four, six or twelve people. Because it is too vicious and kills too many people during the practice, it will take a lot of effort when using it. Every time you use it,

One period of life is lost, which is twelve years!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches took a look and couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

Zen Master Xiaoyue also specially warned: "If you use Pangu's essence and blood to refine this evil spirit, it will have the power to destroy the world!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches discussed it again and finally decided to help his spirit escape from the sword body.

Zen Master Xiaoyue transformed into a long sword and flew into the furnace. Jumang added firewood, Zhurong lit the fire, Gonggong watered the water, Qiangliang struck the hammer, and Liaoshou personally guided the golden energy...

Each of these fire-burning, water-quenching, thunder and hammer blows made Zen Master Xiaoyue extremely painful, but he had already made preparations in advance. He soaked a large amount of Pangu's essence and blood that he had drunk into the sword body, letting the ancestral wizard

Work hard.

After practicing like this for more than ninety days, Liao Shuo felt that something was wrong: "Logically speaking, his soul and sword body should be more and more separated. How come they are becoming more integrated?"

Several other ancestral witches came together to look at the sword. After they had tempered it, the edge of the sword was sharper than before. The red light on the sword became stronger and stronger. The murderous aura revealed by it made their scalps numb.

"Why did you guys stop? Continue quickly... I feel like it will come out soon!"

The ancestral witches were hesitant and forged for a few more days. Finally, on the ninety-ninth day, they saw that the sword's blood glow was getting stronger and stronger, reaching straight up into the sky. The intention to kill made them become ancestral witches.

I feel secretly frightened when the sword is tipped.

"No, no! This guy lied to us!" Zhu Rong was the first to make a judgment.

Gonggong also said: "He definitely didn't ask us to help them get rid of the sword body. On the contrary, it was more like asking us to help him temper the sword body so that his body and spirit could be more integrated."

"I have a very bad feeling." Qiang Liang started to back away.

Zen Master Xiaoyue urged them to continue working, but the ancestral shamans refused to say anything. He finally showed his true colors and laughed loudly: "You idiots, you are not so stupid after all!"

The magic sword in the furnace suddenly flew out, the blood glow exploded, and the red light shot out. It flew towards the nearest Jumang first, trying to cut him into two pieces!

Zen Master Xiaoyue used his body to fuse the Heaven-Destroying Immortal Sword, which was already very powerful. Later, he came to the Taixu world and practiced many Yuanhui. His contemporaries at that time either cultivated to become Golden Immortals, such as Xuan Zhenzi,

Qi Shuming and Xun Lanyin should either go and rebuild the tribulation.

However, he was restricted by the body of the demon sword. It was impossible for him to cultivate immortality. If he wanted to reverse the calamity and cultivate again, his soul could not break away from the sword body and could only continue to exist in the form of the sword.

Wei Xiao didn't go home for a long time, so he sneaked into the lower world, specifically killing the disciples of the Emei and Qingcheng sects. Later, the hatred grew deeper and deeper. Anyone from the other sects, no matter good or evil, who offended him, would be killed in a massacre.

Special kill.

It was not until later that Qi Shuming and his wife, who had become Golden Immortals, went down to the realm and led their Emei disciples to beat it and almost broke it in two. He sank into the Daojiu Nether Underworld and fell into the river of blood before escaping.

Zen Master Xiaoyue was so angry that he could only think of ways to suck blood and evil spirits to increase his strength. Over millions of years, he was born several times to seek revenge against the Emei Sect, resulting in worse results each time.

As long as the opponent cultivates into a golden immortal, he will be completely unbeatable. Later, even Shangguan Hong can deal with him, and even if he is a heavenly immortal, it is extremely difficult for him to kill him. There is a magic weapon that can match him, plus a restraint magic weapon.

, even an immortal can deal with him.

Zen Master Xiaoyue was extremely frustrated and angry!

Until he came to this world, he felt the rich spiritual energy in this world, the strong vitality and blood of the living beings, and the solidification of the soul... To him, these are all treasures of heaven and earth, no different from the peerless elixir of a cultivator!

He killed tens of thousands of large monsters one after another, drained their blood and souls, and transformed them into his own body, greatly increasing his magic power!

Even if one's own moral conduct cannot be improved, as long as the mana can still increase and the enemy can be killed!

Zen Master Xiaoyue has been practicing for many years, and he feels that he is still far behind the level of the Golden Immortal. Just when he was melancholy, he discovered the Pangu essence and blood in the ground, so he sucked it in like a red bean paste, along with the large amount of blood inside.

Asuras big and small were transformed into the sword.

He sucked countless amounts of Pangu's essence and blood, and finally reached the critical point.

He felt that he needed to undergo a qualitative change to completely refine the Pangu essence and blood in his stomach, otherwise it would take him many, many years, and he couldn't wait! Who knows whether Qi Shuming and the others will also make progress in this short period of time?

He soon discovered Lianshan City and the Twelve Ancestral Witches. He couldn't help but be ecstatic. The Twelve Ancestral Witches all had the true meaning of Pangu given by the Nuwa Empress. Their souls were condensed and pure, and their physical bodies were unmatched. If they could

He killed all twelve of them, and their form and spirit were integrated into the sword. His Yitian Slaying Immortal Sword can definitely reach the level of killing golden immortals!

So he made such a plan, first let the twelve ancestral witches help him digest the Pangu essence and blood he had absorbed before, and then kill them all!
To be continued...