The first thousand one hundred and seventy-eight chapters
Looking at himself appearing in the collapsed void in front of him, Mu Qingdan's face changed slightly.
His current emotional performance can be said to have been reduced by many times and slowed by many times compared to that of normal people, so his expression has only changed slightly, but in fact it means that his emotional fluctuations have been very severe.
The abilities of the new gods all come from the hidden mechanism of special NPCs, and are completely separated from the order law of the cultivation world. Unless they are the designers of the hidden mechanism of these NPCs back then, it is impossible to know clearly about these new gods at the beginning of the fight.
What kind of abilities do you have?
Mu Qingdan didn't know what the divine power this middle-aged Taoist nun possessed so far, but just looking at himself appearing in the collapsed void, he felt fear deeply in his bones.
At this moment, his consciousness was also a little inexplicably confused.
He could not sense the existence of this middle-aged Taoist nun, nor did he know how to deal with it.
However, at this moment, his left hand touched a hard object.
This is a scoop of water.
This is a very ordinary cortical water scoop, a very ordinary water scoop made of animal skin.
It has no spiritual fluctuations, and it looks like it is already very old after it is made, and the oil on the surface has already appeared like a rock-weathered crack.
This scoop was only the size of a palm and was always hanging on the waist of Mu Qingdan's left hand.
When Mu Qingdan subconsciously grabbed the water scoop, he didn't even know when the water scoop started hanging around his waist, and he didn't know very well that he was catching the water scoop at such a dangerous time.
What can I do?
He didn't know, but the water scoop seemed to have understood his situation at this time.
The moment his hand touched the scoop, it began to change.
It cracked.
Each piece of debris began to grow larger.
As each seemingly rough and spiritual fragment began to grow, a rumbling roar came from the surrounding void, countless mysterious characters kept flashing, and some inherent laws were constantly being beaten.
Scattered and constantly reorganized.
A huge river appeared above Mu Qingdan's head, a yellow river.
While Mu Qingdan was gazeing in a daze, the yellow river fell down.
The void in front of him continued to collapse like glass, and the Mu Qingdan that appeared in the collapsed void disappeared.
This huge yellow river also disappeared.
The middle-aged Taoist nun was still standing in her original place, and a drop of yellow water appeared on her forehead.
The yellow drop of water stayed on her forehead for a short moment, then fell along her forehead to the tip of her nose and fell down.
A red mark appeared on her forehead, as if someone had tinted a point with a cinnabar pen.
The monks within hundreds of miles around didn't know what was going on.
The moment the middle-aged Taoist nun took action, all their perceptions, including vision, had completely failed. They seemed to have lost their ability to perceive the world around them, or they were suddenly thrown out of this real world and exiled to the point of being
Another airspace.
Only then will these monks return to reality.
The middle-aged Taoist nun took a deep breath.
There was no pain on her forehead, but there was a dangerous feeling that penetrated her bone marrow, but it continued to spread in her body like a root.
"I'm really not your opponent."
She looked at Mu Qingdan, thought for a while, said this, and then continued: "But this doesn't seem to be your own strength."
After saying this, all the confidence and courage that had just been lost seemed to be back in her body, and the confidence and courage that had been lost seemed to double.
A blazing light appeared in her eyes.
She looked at Mu Qingdan who didn't say a word and said with a slight mocking voice: "Since that's the case, it means that what you said before may not be the final fate."
The moment the sound of her words sounded, her whole body folded like a piece of paper, turning into a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing in front of Mu Qingdan, and then disappeared instantly.
Many tiny sounds sounded between the heaven and earth from all directions.
It was the sound of countless monks' trembling in their bodies and the sound of fluctuations in their bodies.
These tiny sounds gathered together and gradually became noisy.
Amid the countless noises like cicadas intertwined, Mu Qingdan's body began to tremble slightly.
His left hand touched his waist again.
But he felt empty.
The water scoop is gone.
But just as he was slightly stunned, a strange feeling appeared in his body. He seemed to have touched some law, and many fragments flew over, and the broken water scoop appeared on his waist again.
A strange emotion filled his mind again.
He felt his head seemed to be tidy.
After being awakened in this mode, it was the first time he felt that his head seemed to have become muddy.
At this time, he didn't remember anything that happened between him and Shen Kongzi. As for the longer-term incident of being the Daozi of Xuan Shizhou, he knew nothing.
That is an absolute blank.
But he didn't seem to realize that it was a blank before, and he just accepted certain instructions purely.
He didn't remember Shen Kongwei, but at this moment he suddenly felt that what the middle-aged Taoist nun said was right.
This water scoop is not his own thing.
He trance remembered that the only reason he appeared next to the owner of the Shuilao was that he was arranged to approach and learn about this person's abilities.
He had no success before.
Even though he had been in contact and studying for many years, he still couldn't understand the rules of the owner of Shuilao.
So this Shui Lai and what he had just realized were given to him by the owner of this Shui Lai.
His mind was muddy at this time, and this understanding was just a very vague concept, but therefore, his body suddenly became filled with unspeakable fear.
He suddenly realized that while he was in contact and learning, the owner of the Shui Sook should have been in contact and learning about him, trying to change him.
Now he was able to master the power of the law of the master of Shui Lai, just because the master of Shui Lai wanted him to know and let him learn it on his own initiative.
So what exactly does the other party want to do?
What will he do after he has learned this power of law?
He was even more confused for a moment.
He paused in the local area, holding the lost water scoop in his hand, and several small stones of different colors continued to slowly rotate around his body.
What is fate?
What's going on?
What am I?
What am I going to do?
Such a voice kept ringing in his mind, like thunder roaring.