The quasi-sage who earned the purple-gold-red gourd was swallowed up by the gourd vine under the suppression of two top-level spiritual treasures.
A spiritual treasure was thrown out from the herbal book and fell into the Qingqiu Fox Girl.
"Forty-six prohibitions!"
The second gourd matured, and it was another spiritual treasure with forty-four levels of restrictions. A new restriction appeared in the herbal classics.
"Continue!" Angel Heart did not escape back to Heaven Mountain like before. There was also a touch of joy on Laozi's face. The original defense focus of Xuanhuang Gongde Exquisite Tower also moved from himself to Zhao Wen, looking towards
Zu Long said loudly.
After so many years of fierce fighting, this was the first time that they saw the hope of victory. Both the Sanqing and the heads of the three Xiantian clans were shocked.
"Cang!" The chaos clock's fluctuations flashed past, and several Daluo who rushed over were stunned by Tongtian and sent not far away from Zhao Wen.
The stopping position happened to be at the strongest defensive point of the Xuanhuang Gongde Exquisite Tower. Zhao Wen could raise his hand to collect these Da Luo into the Tiangang Earth Evil Formation. No matter what thoughts these Da Luo had, even if they self-destructed, they would not be able to do anything.
Zhao Wen was not hurt at all.
Among the six giant gourds, the seven gourds lit up at the same time, and the five immature gourds were obviously a little bigger.
"Hahaha, die!" First the quasi-sage, then Da Luo, none of them had the heart of an angel to escape. Zulong laughed wildly and rushed towards a quasi-sage who had been entangled with him. Zufeng screamed and pulled the person beside Zu Qilin away.
Quasi-sage blocked it.
Zu Qilin laughed and appeared around Zu Long to provide assistance.
Several quasi-sages of the angel clan looked at Zu Long and Zu Qilin with strange expressions, not understanding why they were suddenly so desperate.
After all, after fighting for so many years, these ancient beings should have known for a long time that before the power of the Angel Heart is exhausted, angels will live forever. This is common sense.
There was even a hint of ridicule in the eyes when he looked at the patriarchs of the three innate tribes.
Zu Long and Zu Qilin didn't care about the expressions of the angel clan at all. After fighting for so many years, they finally saw a little hope, and this hope must not be destroyed by any means.
Zu Feng's figure became farther and farther away, and Sanqing also entangled the quasi-sage of the angel tribe beside him. Zulong roared angrily, and the sound of the dragon roar poured directly into the mind of the quasi-sage of the angel tribe, followed by a bell.
Before the quasi-sage of the angel race could react, he was swept away by a starlight and disappeared.
The herbal classics flashed with light, another gourd matured, and two gourds matured in succession, and new restrictions appeared.
There are already forty-seven prohibitions in the herbal classics.
"Suppress the angel, God will not forgive you!" Several quasi-holy eyes around Sanqing saw that the same kind of people disappeared, thinking that they were suppressed by Zhao Wen, and looked at Zhao Wen with expressions full of anger.
"If I suppress you all, the angel clan will have no chance in this battle!" Zhao Wen looked at several angel clan quasi-sages and said sarcastically.
Four more quasi-sages are needed before the rest of the gourds can mature. He must drag these angel clan quasi-sages here.
If these angels react, the one participating in the battle will be the quasi-holy peak God, and they will have no chance by then.
"Death!" Several angel clan quasi-sages flew towards Zhao Wen angrily, but were completely blocked by Sanqing, who kept roaring.
"Buzz!" A black-yellow beam of light had just entangled a quasi-sage of the angel race when it was swept in by a starlight. Zhao Wen had already begun to take the initiative to attack.
Yuanshi Tianzun glanced at Zhao Wen with envy. Zhao Wen was under the protection of the Sanqing. The Sanqing sensed it most clearly. The Materia Medica book had actually transformed to forty-seven prohibitions. This was something the Sanqing never thought of before.
Another gourd is mature, and the remaining three are immature. Two of them are not much different in size from the other gourds. Only the last purple gourd is still a little smaller!
According to Zhao Wenji, all the gourds in Buzhou Mountain were picked in advance and were not mature. The last gourd was directly catalyzed to grow, extracting all the nutrients from the gourd vine.
But now, in front of his eyes, there are already four fully mature gourds.
It was only because the gourd vines could grow gourds, and these gourds still had room to grow and improve, that he did not pick them off.
"No!" The roar of the quasi-sage of the angel clan resounded throughout the west, and all the angels and primitive creatures on the battlefield paid attention.
Di Jiang and Hou Tu, who were originally caught in a fierce battle, each held a few Angel Clan Da Luo in their hands and sent them towards Zhao Wen.
"Send all the captured angels to Sanqing's disciples!"
The three Xiantian clans and the Sanqing gathered together. Both Di Jiang and Hou Tu were smart, so they naturally had to pay more attention. They found that no angel heart had escaped from here, so they immediately reacted and asked the other ancestral witches in their minds.
Passed it on!
In just a few seconds, hundreds of Da Luo were sent over.
Devoured by the ancestral witches one after another, the energy in these Da Luo's bodies is extremely weak, but even among the weak Da Luo they are still Da Luo.
There were hundreds of them at once, and another gourd matured before Zhao Wen's eyes.
In total, two gourds were mature, but this time there was no change in the restriction, which made Zhao Wen secretly sigh.
The higher the restriction, the harder it is to improve it. Originally, he thought that when all seven gourds were mature, he could push the herbal classics directly to the innate treasure, but now it seems that there may be at most 48 restrictions.
However, the forty-eight forbidden spiritual treasures are also the most powerful treasures among the innate treasures.
Placed in the Great Qin world, it can push the Great Qin world to a level that can accommodate quasi-sages.
You know, there is not even a Da Luo in the current Da Qin world.
The aura that seemed to be on fire covered the Heaven Mountain towards the west. The blood of countless angels suddenly boiled. Their originally calm faces suddenly changed violently, and they desperately attacked the primitive creatures.
The Xuanhuang Gongde Exquisite Tower instantly solidified and blocked an attack flying towards Zhao Wen.
"Let go of the suppressing angel, leave here, I will spare your life!" Even God would not know that there is such a top spiritual root as the gourd vine, which can absorb life and grow.
Of course, this is because Calabash Vine has been too short of energy in recent years.
Although Mount Buzhou is powerful and has Pangu spine that can absorb nutrients, it is not easy for the energy in Pangu spine to disappear.
After being starved of energy for countless years, Calabash Vine finally experienced a major explosion. How could it be let go?
The quasi-sage still struggled for a moment, but before Da Luo could react, he was sucked into nothingness.
Zhao Wen ignored God's wrath. As soon as the starlight swept away, another quasi-sage was drawn in and disappeared.
Another gourd matured, and six of the seven gourds in total were mature. The restrictions remained unchanged, still forty-seven. Zhao Wen no longer had any expectations in his heart, and turned his attention to the last gourd.
Compared with the first six gourds, the last gourd is obviously much smaller. It is obviously too lacking in energy and has not grown at all.
Even now Zhao Wen has forgotten whose hands the last gourd fell into.
Logically speaking, the last gourd should be the most powerful one and require the most energy, and on this battlefield, the most numerous ones are all kinds of angels.
God raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Wen, with the scepter in his hand carrying the light of a treasure.
The Xuanhuang Gongde Exquisite Pagoda completely covers Sanqing and Zhao Wen.
Under the threat of the treasure, Sanqing even attacked faster.
For such a long time, a pinnacle quasi-sage holding a treasure remained motionless, watching his men fight. The only reason was that someone could stop him.
Moreover, Sanqing has absolute confidence in the Xuanhuang Gongde Linglong Pagoda.
In this ancient world, unless Hunyuan appears, no one can break the defense of this treasure.
The leader of the angel clan is definitely not Hunyuan, otherwise it would not have been delayed until now.
"Stop and retreat, I can lead the angel clan out of the primitive world!" God suppressed the anger in his heart and looked coldly at Demon Ancestor Luohu, Ancestor Hongjun, Ancestor Yin Yang, Ancestor Qiankun, and Great Immortal Yang Mei.
Only these few can truly pose a threat to him. Although Sanqing has two treasures, they can never bring out the power of the treasures.
But Sanqing has a defensive treasure that is connected to the entire prehistoric atmosphere.
He knew that these top quasi-sages were waiting for him to take action.
Even with his strength, he cannot use the treasure continuously.
As long as you use the treasure to attack Sanqing, that's when these people will take action against you.
This place is already a desperate place for me.
"No!" A quasi-sage from the angel tribe shouted in despair, and was swept away by the starlight and disappeared.
"how so?"
The seventh gourd grew up in an instant under the nourishment of all the nutrients from a quasi-sage, but it did not mature. On the contrary, the color of the other six gourds became noticeably brighter.
Only these seven gourds have already been filled with hundreds of daluo. Of the seven quasi-sages, one of them is still immature.
Zhao Wen secretly sighed in his heart that such a treasure could only be cultivated in Buzhou Mountain.
Now if Zhao Wen were asked to rank the prehistoric spiritual roots, this calabash vine would definitely be ranked first by Zhao Wen.
Even if other top spiritual roots are strong, they cannot cultivate seven treasures of the same level.
The calabash vine can cultivate seven top-level innate spiritual treasures. If the calabash vine itself is added, there are eight top-level spiritual treasures.
As long as you think about how after becoming saints, Jieyin and Zhunti can only use peak spiritual treasures instead of supreme treasures, you can know that in this prehistoric world, innate treasures are rare, and top spiritual treasures are the first among innate treasures.
level.
"Hahaha!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches laughed wildly, and hundreds of giants were captured again. Now the Twelve Ancestral Witches were like giants standing tall on the sky and the ground, raising their hands to grab a large piece.
"Buzz!" The last gourd is ripe.
Another prohibition appeared very naturally in the herbal classics, becoming the top spiritual treasure of the forty-eight prohibitions.
As long as Zhao Wen is willing, he can pluck all seven gourds, giving himself seven more spiritual treasures with forty-four restrictions.
But since the gourd has not fallen off on its own, it still has the possibility of growing. How could Zhao Wen be so wasteful?
The forty-four forbidden spiritual treasures are of no use to him anymore, and he wants to cultivate these seven gourds to a higher level.
If none of these seven gourds falls off, he is even willing to cultivate them until they reach the innate treasure.
With bright eyes, he looked at the twelve ancestral witches and the three innate tribes. Each of them was desperately attacking the angels around them, even regardless of the cost.
In the past, this was the privilege of the angel family.
Because they can be regenerated from Heaven Mountain, the angel family has always ignored casualties.
But now, seven quasi-sages and hundreds of giants have disappeared, and the angels who were originally fearless of death have become afraid.
The three innate tribes who tried their best to avoid injuries in the past did the opposite.
"I'm willing to pay the price!" God said in a low voice, looking at the few pinnacle quasi-sages who had been watching from a distance.
Angels are the most powerful force in his hands. Without angels, the power of Heavenly Mountain would be greatly reduced.
Only angels will believe in themselves with all their heart and provide them with the strength to break through the Hunyuan realm.
So many angels had disappeared, and God knew how many years it would take to recover. Now he had to save the remaining angels.
All the angels have retreated towards Heaven Mountain, but they were desperately blocked by the primitive creatures.
But one of the greatest advantages of angels is their heart.
Countless angels exploded directly after being blocked.
Because the distance between the two sides was too close, the prehistoric creatures suffered the greatest casualties at the last moment of the battle.
But it can self-destruct in front of ordinary primitive creatures.
The Sanqing, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the quasi-holy angels in front of the patriarchs of the three innate clans were constantly looking for opportunities to leave.
Quasi-Saints recover too slowly. If possible, no Quasi-Saint would be willing to sleep in the Heavenly Mountain.
Two starlights swept past, and two more quasi-sages of the angel clan disappeared.
The two gourds transformed directly into forty-five restrictions.
But the strange thing is that the transformation started from the seventh gourd, not the first one as Zhao Wen thought.
But this had no impact on Zhao Wenlai.
All he needs is a higher level spiritual treasure.
The transformation of the gourd now only means one thing. He left the gourd on the vine. This choice was not wrong. The gourd can continue to grow.
"Hahaha!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches laughed and rushed towards the surrounding quasi-sages.
They were the ones who had just sent the two quasi-sages of the Angel Clan to Zhao Wen.
When it comes to combat prowess, no one in the field can compare with Zu Wu's combat prowess.
"Stop, I am willing to compensate for the losses of the prehistoric world and let me leave!" God said angrily.
In just this short time, nine quasi-sages have been lost.
Quasi-sages are not Daluo, and they cannot be cultivated casually. Losing any one of them will make him heartbroken.
"You don't want to fight to the death with me here!" There was absolute certainty in God's voice.
Although he cannot use the second innate treasure, he can decide the target to attack.
No one can control his attacking and defensive innate treasure.
And even an early-stage Quasi-Saint Lao Tzu would not be able to keep up with his attack speed.
"Let me leave and I will compensate you for your losses, otherwise you will definitely regret it!"
God stood up slowly, and with the momentum of the entire west, he suppressed the several pinnacle quasi-sages.
This is tantamount to telling these pinnacle quasi-sages who he will definitely choose if he attacks!
