prehistoric calendar

Wu Ming once again entered the boundless darkness. The last time he entered was in the dream-like premonition. The situation at that time was different from now. At that time, he was directly suppressed and sealed into this place by a powerful person.

In the dark low latitude, in other words, he has become a low dimensional life form in terms of concept and existence. It is almost impossible to escape from it, just like it is impossible for the characters in the book to jump out of the book.

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But this time, he jumped into it by himself and was protected by the Four Swords of Zhu Xian. This was different. At least in a short period of time, he could rely on the Four Swords of Zhu Xian to break through and return.

When he jumped into it, Wu Ming was thinking very fast because he was still in the armed state of Blessed Land. He had already begun to think about what was going on with the Four Swords of Killing Immortals.

This is not the first time. The last time he summoned the Samsara Disk, due to an accident in the summoning, when he was about to be crushed to death by the Samsara Disk, a small tower as big as a palm appeared. At that time, he already felt

It's weird, and this time it's even more so. It's the Four Swords of Killing Immortals coming directly. This is an exaggeration compared to the last time, because who knows if that small tower happens to have a grudge against the reincarnation disk? Innate Spiritual Treasure

There are also parts of them that are mutually reinforcing and interfering with each other. This situation is not impossible.

But this time, the Four Swords of Zhuxian came and directly saved him from certain death. They also instilled in him the essence of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, so that he, an orthodox cultivator who was not even a golden elixir, could rely on the four swords.

Sword Slayer Saint!?

In fact, if he hadn't been worried that the reaction after the death of the saints was too strong, triggering a series of unpredictable events, he would have killed the two saints at that time. Needless to say, the orc saints were arrogant, the enemy, and the dwarf

The Holy Throne is not a good thing. If you have murderous intentions towards him, do you really think that all those under the Holy Throne are ants?

This kind of innate spiritual treasure, no, the adventure of flying innate treasure, even in novels would not dare to write about it, but he happened to encounter it...

Everything will have a certain logic, and pure chaos cannot exist alone, so the Four Swords of Zhu Xian came to save him. There must be a series of backgrounds and logical chains in this matter, but he was not clear about it for a while.

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(Could it be the person behind the scenes who made me travel twice in a row? The person behind the scenes is the Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun? Is it the Tongtian leader of the Jie Sect?)

(No, no, it’s not just the Tongtian Cult Master, there should be more powerful ones. Maybe they have been observing me and treating me as a chess piece, throwing me on the chessboard of this era... And the little tower came to the rescue last time

When I was there, I saw that small tower suppressing Buzhou Mountain, could it be like this?)

Wu Ming's mind was wide open for a while, and he kept thinking about the connection between all these.

(Many big guys have sent me back to the prehistoric era twice in order to allow me to accomplish certain goals and achieve certain things. Therefore, my safety is guaranteed before completing all of this, but

Once my value is exhausted, I will be completely abandoned, and it may even lead to my death. And I heard that innate spiritual treasures will choose the person who is destined, and that Buzhou Mountain is obviously destined to me, and may even be my innate destiny.

Lingbao, why else did those big guys choose me instead of someone else? I thought that although I was wise and mighty, I could compete with the wise matchmakers of the past, and at the same time, I was also a peerless person of great wisdom and courage...

I can’t go on anymore. In short, although I am very powerful, there are probably many people who can replace me. Why did you choose me!?)

(I know, it must be because Buzhou Mountain is destined to me, and those big guys want to get their hands on Buzhou Mountain!! That’s why the small tower suppressed Buzhou Mountain, because they were afraid that Buzhou Mountain would fall directly into my arms, that must be the case!

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(In other words, the key to my defeat... lies in Mount Buzhou in the Silver Land!?)

Wu Ming thought he knew the truth, and his coveting for the Four Swords of Zhu Xian suddenly became much less. Although he still coveted it, it was just his love for the peerless item, but he knew that this thing came to save the situation. Afterwards,

He will definitely fly away, so the covetousness is much lighter. On the contrary, the expectations for his natal innate spiritual treasure Bu Zhoushan suddenly exploded.

He has already experienced the power of the Four Swords of Zhuxian. Once the Zhuxian Sword Formation is set up, he will immediately beat the Holy One like a pig or a dog. This cannot be described as refreshing. It is very refreshing. At that moment, he felt that he was the best in the world.

Invincible, Buzhou Mountain and the Four Swords of Zhu Xian are of the same rank, both are innate spiritual treasures. Although it is not the first killing formation in the world, it is certainly infinite in power, and that is what truly belongs to him.

"But first, we must get through this disaster first!"

Wu Ming has made up his mind. After this battle, he will definitely become more sincere, and then start sending players and all his men to attack the Silver Land. Nothing can be more urgent than this!!

At this moment, Wu Ming finally walked out of the darkness. The darkness seemed to be an isolation layer that separated the upper and lower parts. As soon as he came out of the darkness, he saw endless fog. This fog could even be analyzed by Wu Ming's blessed land weapons.

It is opaque and cannot be seen three meters away at all, and the results obtained from the analysis are all kinds of strange. One second it was mist and liquid particles, the next second it turned into solid particles and smoke, and the next second it turned into fine dust.

of insects...

"Chaos? Or is it all an illusion?"

Wu Ming made a move with one hand, and the Zhuxian Sword hovered in front of him. Wu Ming touched the Zhuxian Sword with one hand, and a sword energy protected his body, but what he saw still did not change, and it was still the same.

The constantly changing fog, haze, bugs, nanobots, or other things, but he still couldn't see a few meters away.

"In that case..."

Wu Ming sneered. He could not analyze the properties of this fog, but this did not prevent him from breaking through the fog. He stretched out his hand and grasped it in the void, and then made a forward slashing motion.

A simple long sword appeared in front of him, and he slashed along the direction of his chop. The four swords slashed together, and the fog was completely destroyed, even the source concept was destroyed, and the clarity of this space was restored.

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But the next scene made Wu Ming stunned, because when the fog disappeared, he appeared on a stage. There were figures everywhere under the stage. It was hard to see what they looked like. It was dark, as if they were not drawn in the animation.

He looked like a handsome passerby, and next to him was a clown wearing a top hat and dressed strangely.

The clown took the microphone and said loudly with a smile: "Welcome our guest, uh, what is his name? Forget it, he doesn't have a name, let's call him Wuming. Welcome Mr. Wuming."

Wu Ming crossed his shoulders with his hands, and four swords hung around him. He looked at the clown coldly, but the clown ignored him and continued to read: "Then welcome our three judges, Jie Jie, of course everyone knows

The familiar spiral, shadow, and lost three bosses, Jie Jie, and finally, our off-site guest group, uh, I won’t introduce them, they are all a bunch of little guys anyway..."

As soon as the clown said this, a huge tentacle suddenly came out from the venue where the guests were outside the venue, beating half of the clown's body to pieces. The clown still smiled arrogantly, trying to straighten his body and pointing at the same time.

He pointed at a big screen outside the venue and said: "The next step is advertising time. Today's sponsor is, uh, I haven't seen this sponsor for a long time. Human liver is the most delicious. If you want to buy it, buy human liver. We will be back in thirty years."

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When Wu Ming heard this, he was already impatient. He stretched out his hand to hold the Zhuxian Sword and slashed forward with one sword. However, the sword was only halfway through when a shadow, a spiral, and a stray block blocked him.

In front of him, the shadow is easy to say, but the spiral and the lost are conceptual things, and now they have materialized. Wu Ming doesn't know how to describe it, and his analysis is invalid, but when he sees this materialized thing, he immediately

Understand these two things are spiral and lost.

The Zhuxian Sword slashed down, but nothing happened. Wu Ming's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly took two steps back. Unexpectedly, the space turned, and he actually sat directly on an electrocution chair, still here.

On the stage, three of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian were entangled and blocked by shadows, spirals, and confusion. The remaining sword was blocked by the twisted chaos of many guests outside the venue. For a time, all the four swords of Zhu Xian were blocked, and he suddenly

The boy was defenseless.

And at some point, half of the mentor's skull in his hand had been taken away by a clown. The clown was holding a bright crystal in one hand, and there was a weak silver dragon wandering in the crystal, and in the other hand,

Holding half of the skull, the clown said with a smile: "Cute boy, is it this dragon crystal you lost? Or is it this skull? Tell the truth, Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

As the clown Jie Jie laughed, the surrounding spectators and the Chaos Twisted people in the guest seats all laughed. Wu Ming even heard many sounds that seemed like murmuring and moaning, which gave him a headache just listening to them.

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"...The real world, the coordinates of the real world..."

"...Can you go out? Can you finally go out?"

"The Four Swords of Killing Immortals, it would be a waste of resources to fall into his hands..."

"Hehehehe... go out, I want to eat enough..."

"Eat this guy first, the taste of reality, the taste of reality..."

As the Four Swords of Zhu Xian left Wu Ming, the clown, the guests, the audience, all living things, and even non-living things, including the electric chair Wu Ming was sitting on, all erupted with violent malice. If this malice had substance, gradually Wu Ming

He felt as if the electric chair he was sitting on was opening its mouth to swallow him...

Suddenly, at this moment, a ball of light slowly rose behind Wu Ming. This ball of light was so huge that it seemed to fill the heaven and earth and the universe. It was bright and illuminated the illusion.

Lord God...

Come out!!