Chapter 1,237 The Ghost King Each skull is equivalent to the strength of a perfect god.
Fortunately, these skulls have no will, otherwise Yang Qi would have been torn apart on the spot.
Of course, they are the condensed essence of the immortal spirit of many gods, and the marks of the gods.
Only with their natural ability to suppress can they be slowly suppressed by Yang Qi.
Otherwise, no matter how powerful Yang Qi is, he will not be able to seal these skulls.
This is how the power of the Marks of the Gods is manifested.
As long as it is a god from the ancient era, a god who existed in that era of domination will definitely be suppressed by the Marks of the Gods.
However, it is not certain that many new gods were born after the disappearance of the master.
They did not offer everything they had to the marks of the gods, so they were not restrained.
After the thirteen black crystal skulls were collected, there was nothing left in the seven-story pavilion, and everything was empty, because all valuable things had been devoured by these crystal skulls.
Yang Qi searched for a while and made sure he didn't find anything valuable, so he looked at the eighth floor.
Unexpectedly, there was no poisonous mist on the eighth floor.
It seemed like a force had pushed away the poisonous mist.
The eighth floor was no longer so wide.
All the floors were crystal-like, pure blue, transparent, without any Impurity, in the void on the eighth floor, there is a magic pill suspended.
Just one.
This magical elixir is only about the size of a thumb, and it has not transformed into an adult.
However, its essence is much more powerful than the Hundong King elixir.
It is an elixir that has not yet been cultivated into an adult.
This elixir is a semi-finished product, but it is not refined by the supreme will, but the more powerful "infinite level will".
However, Yang Qi saw that the person who refined this elixir has not yet succeeded in refining it.
He had died, so the elixir was left here, but even the semi-finished product of the elixir was no small matter.
It dispelled countless poisonous mist and called itself a country.
"I finally found something valuable.
This is a magical elixir condensed by infinite willpower."
When Yang Qi saw the elixir, he knew that although it was a semi-finished product, it was probably almost impossible to find it in the entire Fengshen Sect.
If he handed it over to the Fengshen Sect, the merit he would get in exchange for it is hard to estimate.
However, Yang Qi would not go crazy and hand it over to the Fengshen Sect.
He entered the Fengshen Sect just to seek shelter.
He was promoted step by step and joined the Fengshen Sect.
In the past two years, he has indeed gained a lot.
At least the books in the Sutra Pavilion have benefited him a lot.
When he is promoted to god, he can go to the books on the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion to read.
Easily, using the Mark of the Gods, he grasped this semi-finished elixir condensed with "infinite level" will in his hand without any trouble.
A smile appeared on Yang Qi's face, but he did not swallow it because he knew that with his own cultivation level, even if he swallowed it, it would be useless and could not be digested.
"It's the last floor.
I wonder if something miraculous will happen."
As soon as the elixir was collected, the dense fog and poisonous frenzy rushed in outside.
Yang Qi quickly stepped onto the ninth floor.
The final step of the Mixed Furnace Temple was layer.
However, the last floor was empty.
There was nothing, and no poison had penetrated it.
It was completely empty, with only some traces of battles.
On the hard ground, countless carvings had been outlined.
It was shocking to see these.
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From the carved marks, Yang Qi seemed to see some invincible characters fighting on it in very ancient times.
He struck out with one palm and hit the ground with all his strength, but the ground didn't move at all.
Not to mention any traces, not even a mark appeared.
"The ground is so hard that it is almost impossible to be destroyed.
These big men actually drew traces of destruction on it."
Yang Qi sat down and studied the traces carefully.
He found that each of those traces contained extremely tyrannical meaning.
Spiritual will is an infinite level of will.
Traces of will are emitted, making it impossible for poison to penetrate.
Each stroke contains the supreme mysteries of heaven and earth, and the immeasurable secrets of ghosts and gods.
Yang Qi closed his eyes and touched these traces with his spirit. click Suddenly, he seemed to have touched one of the straight sword marks.
The mental power in the sword mark suddenly appeared, and a sword flew directly into his body.
Suddenly his body was cut into two.
Half, the whole person was torn apart.
He immediately activated Qigong to heal his injuries and recovered his body.
His divine power filled the gap and reshaped his physical body.
"Powerful, so powerful.
The traces of the battle here, the spirit remaining in them, can actually cut me apart.
I have benefited a lot from meditating here."
Yang Qi sat down cross-legged again, constantly stimulating those moments.
Traces of battle were drawn, and then a series of mental attacks appeared on his body.
His body collapsed from time to time, and sometimes even his head was cut off, but he didn't care at all.
As long as his godhead did not collapse, he could be reborn.
Cast it up.
He communicated with the carved traces and seemed to see battles between the supreme gods in ancient times.
These battles all adhered to the secrets of heaven and earth and attacked from nothingness, which was very enlightening for his combat experience.
With his combat experience, although he can be invincible among ordinary gods, compared with the ancient Zhuxian King, these powerful men are still inferior.
After all, he has never fought a real divine battle.
Although the battle in the secular world is also life and death.
Fighting, but in that kind of low-level fighting, there are some secrets of power that will never be revealed.
Only the peerless power who has participated in the bloody divine battle can truly have rich combat experience.
In this way, Yang Qi continued to comprehend the traces one by one.
At the end, his whole body was in a state of selflessness, forgetting time and matter, and was completely in a nameless mental state. among.
I don’t know how long it took, but all of a sudden, there was a burst of brilliance.
The Sage's Jade in the Godhead King shined brightly, and actually flew out, spinning all over the place, and the engraved marks were collected one after another.
In the end, the Sage's Jade just returned to Yang Qi's Godhead King, and he didn't know what happened.
Yang Qi opened his eyes.
"The Jade of the Sage can absorb spiritual power."
Yang Qi looked at the changes in the Jade of the Sage and knew that this sacred jade had also begun to exert its own functions.
Unfortunately, it was incomplete and absorbed the spiritual power carved by these ancient powers.
After that, you can't absorb it yourself, you have to find other fragments, otherwise, you can only leave it in it and wait quietly.
If you absorb the spiritual power of these ancient powers, your own spiritual power will definitely increase to an incredible level.
Looking at the ground again, those scratches have disappeared, and the ninth floor is as smooth as new.
"It seems that none of the gains this time can be transformed into combat power and strength.
The sixth floor is made of flower petals.
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I don't know what they do.
The seventh floor is made of crystal skulls.
They are still being refined into their own puppets during the suppression process.
I don’t know how much effort it will take.
The eighth level is a semi-finished product of the infinite level elixir, and it is useless if I swallow it.
The marks on the ninth level have benefited me a lot, but they only increase my combat experience.”
Yang Qi shook his head, flew down from the Mixing Furnace Temple, and once again searched among the ruins of the Alchemy King Temple.
In addition to the Mixing Furnace Temple, there were many other temples, but they all seemed to have been conquered by peerless powers.
Some places are inaccessible, but there is nothing.
Fortunately, Yang Qi is now very advanced, and his search has allowed him to find dozens of high-grade elixirs, as well as some medicinal materials.
Some places are even heavily forbidden.
Nor could he enter it.
Among the dilapidated ruins of the Alchemy King Temple, the Mixing Furnace Temple is just one of the cores.
There are other cores.
Yang Qi had to search one by one, and he didn't know how much time it would take.
Therefore, besides finding dozens of high-grade elixirs and some medicinal materials, forget it.
Don't be greedy.
The harvest this time is already good.
If you continue to be greedy, you will cause big trouble and be trapped here.
Not worth it.
So, he left here.
He stepped into the teleportation array again and entered the divine kingdom of Fengshen Gate.
After studying and carving the traces on the ninth floor, he knew that he had been studying for half a year, which was not a long time.
After such a long time, the white-haired boxing king must have thought that he was dead and had calmed down a bit.
When Yang Qi returned to the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion Temple, Bai Yin was startled and stood up: "Yang Qi, it's you.
I thought you were dead when you came back.
Do you know how long it took to get close?
I haven’t seen you in this year, and you were chased to death by the white-haired boxing king."
"One year, isn't it a long time?"
Yang Qi smiled: "It seems that some disciples have done tasks for more than one year."
"That's true."
Bai Yin came up and patted Yang Qi: "Tell me, how did you avoid being chased by the white-haired boxing king?
This white-haired boxing king announced his seclusion very early.
I thought he killed you because he was afraid of causing trouble.
It’s my fault that I didn’t expect you to come back safely, but it made me worry in vain.”
"The white-haired boxing king can't kill me yet."
Yang Qi waved his hand: "I'm going to be promoted to an elite disciple now."
"Promoted Elite Disciple" Bai Yin said fiercely: "Have you become a god?"
He looked at Yang Qi up and down, and finally discovered the aura of godhood in Yang Qi's body: "Oh my God, why did you choose to become a god?"
Yang Qi became a god.
He was not happy, very unhappy, and seemed to be heartbroken: "You are really cowardly to choose to become a god.
With your cultivation level, you are much stronger than me, and you don't even want to be promoted to the king of godhead.
Then I still have Hope?"
"There is no way.
Under the pursuit of the white-haired boxing king, I can only escape from his pursuit by making a desperate move and being promoted to god.
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Otherwise, what is standing in front of you now is just a corpse."
Yang Qi naturally can't speak.
Yin told the truth, after all, Bai Yin was not his ascended brother, and the secret of the Godhead King was too great to be spread out yet.
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