The first thousand one hundred and seventy-eight chapters
Seeing himself appearing in the collapsing void in front of him, Mu Qingdan's expression changed slightly.
His current emotional expression can be said to be many times smaller and slower than that of a normal person, so his face only changed slightly, but it actually meant that his mood swings were already very violent.
The abilities of the new gods come from the hidden mechanisms of special NPCs, which are completely separated from the order and laws of the world of cultivation. Unless they were the designers of the hidden mechanisms of these NPCs, it would be impossible to clearly know the identity of these new gods at the beginning of the battle.
What kind of abilities do you have?
Mu Qingdan didn't know what the divine power this middle-aged Taoist nun possessed after she advanced to this level, but just looking at himself appearing in the collapsing void, he felt the fear that penetrated his bones.
At this moment, his consciousness was also inexplicably confused.
He couldn't sense the existence of this middle-aged Taoist nun and didn't know how to deal with it.
However, at this moment, his left hand touched a hard object.
This is a water scoop.
This is a very ordinary leather water scoop, made of some very common animal skin.
It doesn't have any spiritual energy fluctuations, and it looks like it's been a long time since it was made, and the oil on the surface has cracks like weathered rocks.
The water ladle was only the size of a palm and hung 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 on his waist. He also didn't quite know that he was grabbing the water scoop at such a dangerous time.
What can be done.
He didn't know clearly, but the water scoop seemed to have understood his situation at this time.
The moment his hand touched the water ladle, it began to change.
It cracked.
Each piece of debris began to grow larger and larger.
As each piece of cortical fragment that seemed rough and without any spirituality began to grow in size, there was a rumbling roar in the surrounding void. Countless mysterious characters continued to flash out, and some inherent laws were constantly being broken.
Scattered and constantly reorganized.
Above Mu Qingdan's head, a huge river appeared, a yellow river.
In Mu Qingdan's somewhat dazed gaze, the yellow river fell down. The void in front of him continued to collapse like glass, and Mu Qingdan who appeared in the collapsed void disappeared.
The huge yellow river also disappeared.
The middle-aged Taoist nun was still standing in the same place, with a yellow drop of water appearing on her forehead.
This drop of yellow 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 touched it with a cinnabar pen.
The monks within hundreds of miles around didn't know what happened.
The moment the middle-aged Taoist nun took action, all their perceptions, including vision, were completely disabled. It was as if they had lost their ability to perceive the world around them, or as if they were suddenly thrown out of the real world and exiled in this world.
Another airspace.
Only then did 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 deep into her bones, spreading like roots throughout her body.
"I am indeed no match for you."
She looked at Mu Qingdan, thought for a moment, said this, and then continued: "But this doesn't seem to be your own power."
After saying this sentence, all the confidence and courage she had lost in just a moment seemed to return to her body, and the lost confidence and courage seemed to be doubling.
A blazing light appeared in her eyes.
She looked at Mu Qingdan who was silent and said mockingly: "In this case, it means that what you said before may not be the final fate."
The moment her words rang out, her whole body folded up like a piece of paper and turned into a piece of paper as thin as cicada wings in front of Mu Qingdan's eyes, and then disappeared instantly.
There were many tiny sounds in the sky and the earth in all directions.
It was the sound produced by the uncontrollable trembling of countless monks' bodies and the fluctuations of spiritual energy in their bodies.
These tiny sounds gathered together and gradually became noisy.
Amidst the noise, which was like the chirping of countless cicadas, Mu Qingdan's body began to tremble slightly.
His left hand touched his waist again.
But he came up empty.
The water scoop was gone. But at the moment when he was slightly startled, a strange feeling arose in his body. He seemed to have touched some kind of law. Many fragments flew in, and the broken water scoop appeared again.
on his waist.
A strange emotion filled his mind again.
He felt as if his head had become numb.
After being awakened in this mode before, it was the first time that he felt as if his head had become numb.
At this time, he did not remember anything about what happened between him and Shen Kongyan, and as for the more distant matter of being Daozi of Xuanshizhou, he knew nothing about it.
That's an absolute blank.
But he didn't seem to realize that it was blank before, he just purely accepted certain instructions and acted.
He didn't remember Shen Kongyan, but at this moment he suddenly felt that what the middle-aged Taoist nun said just now was right.
This water ladle is not his own.
He vaguely remembered that the only reason why he appeared next to the owner of the water ladle was because he was secretly arranged to get close to and learn this person's abilities.
He had not succeeded before.
Even after many years of exposure and study, he still couldn't understand the laws of the water ladle owner.
So this water ladle and what he just realized were given to him by the owner of this water ladle.
His mind was numb at this time, and this understanding was only a very vague concept, but because of this, his body suddenly began to be filled with an unspeakable fear.
He suddenly realized that while he was contacting and learning, the owner of the water ladle should also be contacting and learning from him, trying to change him.
Now he can master the power of this law of the water ladle owner, just because the water ladle owner wants him to know it and takes the initiative to let him learn it.
So what exactly does the other party want?
What will he do after he learns the power of this law?
He was even more confused for a moment.
He paused there, holding the lost water ladle in his hand, while several pebbles of different colors slowly rotated around his body.
What is destiny?
What is being arranged?
What am I?
What do I do?
Such sounds kept ringing in his mind, like thunder.