Chapter 1478

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Saint Luck Materialization

After entering the temple, Zhuowen noticed that it wasn't very large, and the surroundings were pitch black.

However, with his eyesight, he was still able to see the general situation of the temple clearly.

The decorations inside were very simple. There was a table in the center, and there were extremely scattered stone tables and stone stools in the surroundings.

There was nothing else besides these. However, there were many strange and precious beasts carved on the surrounding walls of the temple. They were in strange shapes and were lifelike.

However, Zhuo Wen had never seen or even heard of such a thing.

"Hundun, Bai Ze, Ying Long, Candle Dragon …."

Unlike Zhuowen's indifference, Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang's voices suddenly exploded in his mind.

After that, a ray of black light and a ray of yellow light flashed out from between Zhuowen's brows at the same time. Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang's gazes descended onto the surrounding wall carvings.

"What's wrong?

You recognize these wall carvings as well? "

A trace of surprise appeared in Zhuowen's eyes, and he hurriedly asked Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang.

"The strange and precious beasts depicted on these wall carvings are all ancient strange beasts. However, all of these strange beasts perished in the ancient battle."

Xiao Hei's gaze was complicated, and she couldn't help but shake her head and sigh with emotion.

"Xiao Hei is right. Every single one of these ancient strange beasts was comparable to a Celestial Saint, but none of them survived the ancient battle." Cheng Huang nodded.

"Comparable to a Celestial Saint?

None of them survived? "

Zhuowen was stunned, and then he revealed an expression of shock. Celestial Saint strange beasts had actually perished because of this. He'd even heard about it from Xiao Hei in the past.

Countless Saints had fallen in that battle, and even Celestial Saints couldn't avoid it. Then, exactly what kind of battle could possess such terrifying might?

"What exactly was that battle all those years ago?

Could it be related to Skyworm? "

Zhuowen was puzzled, but he quickly thought of the heavenly worm that even the Chaos Temple had to treat with caution.

The Primal Chaos Temple was one of the top powers in the Central Plains. Something that even such a great power had to treat with caution was definitely extraordinary. Perhaps this Heavenly Worm was the mastermind behind the great battle back then.

"Your guess is not quite correct. That great battle was indeed somewhat related to the Sky Insect. However, the Sky Insect was not the main culprit."

Xiao Hei shook her head and continued, "Perhaps you don't know how powerful the Heavenly Armor Continent was ten thousand years ago?

Back then, the Heavenly Armor Continent had a grand event like the Thousand Saints Conference. There were countless Saints, and many Immortal Saints. "

"Furthermore, there were ultimate powerhouses in the Divine Transformation Realm back then. A mere heavenly insect couldn't do anything to the Heavenly Armor Continent."

Hearing this, Zhuowen became even more curious. It seemed that there were still some secrets about the great battle ten thousand years ago. Otherwise, Xiao Hei wouldn't be so cautious.

What made Zhuowen even more puzzled was that there was actually a powerhouse in the Divine Transformation Realm ten thousand years ago. With such a terrifying powerhouse in charge, a mere heavenly insect might not have been able to threaten the entire continent.

Then, what kind of thing could have destroyed the Heavenly Armor Continent, which was at the peak of martial arts ten thousand years ago, into its current state?

Perhaps sensing Zhuowen's puzzled gaze, Xiao Hei sighed softly and said, "Let's not talk about this. When you really step into the Central Plains, the truth will slowly emerge."

"I'll only tell you that the Nine Great Sacred Talismans in the legends of the Heavenly Armor Continent have an inseparable relationship with that powerhouse in the Divine Transformation Realm."

Zhuowen frowned slightly, but could only sigh inwardly. He knew very well that since Xiao Hei didn't say anything, it probably wasn't time yet. Or rather, he didn't have the qualifications to know the truth of the past.

After looking around the temple again, Zhuowen found that there was nothing else around except for the wall carvings.

However, his gaze quickly fell on the table in the center. Rolls of bamboo slips were casually placed on top of it, piled up into a small mountain.

In the beginning, Zhuowen didn't pay much attention to the bamboo slips on the table. However, after looking around, he finally began to suspect that the bamboo slips in front of him were not ordinary.

Walking in front of the table, Zhuowen reached out with his right hand, took the bamboo slips in his hand, and opened them.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a strong light burst out from the bamboo slips. The glowing words inside were like a vortex, surrounding Zhuowen and wrapping him up.

At the same time, the seven golden runes between Zhuowen's eyebrows began to emit an extremely blazing golden light. Then, the golden runes began to peel off from between his eyebrows one by one.

"Saint Luck Concretization. You can concretize any weapon you imagine in your mind. The more golden runes there are, the more powerful the weapon will be."

As the glowing words surrounded Zhuowen's body, a stream of content was transmitted to Zhuowen's mind.

"Saint Luck Concretization?"

After pondering for a moment, Zhuowen said in a deep voice, "Spear Concretization."

As soon as his voice fell, the seven golden runes began to combine in front of him, forming a large golden spear that was about ten feet long.

On the surface of the large golden spear, golden runes flowed, looking mysterious and ancient.

This process was very similar to the scene when Yan Ruhuo concretized the golden runes into a long sword. Obviously, Yan Ruhuo had also entered the temple and successfully concretized a long sword.

Whoosh!

Zhuowen swung the large golden spear in his hand. The blade of the spear cut through the air, producing a hissing sound that was extremely ear-piercing. The space where the spear had passed through was also torn into a black crack because of the powerful force.

"It's so sharp that it can even cut through space."

Zhuowen's eyes were filled with joy as he muttered to himself.

"It seems that the purpose of this temple is to teach you how to materialize your own Saint Luck. The stronger your Saint Luck is, the stronger your weapon will be. It also means that if you want to become stronger, you have to fight for more Saint Luck from others."

Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang rushed to Zhuowen's side and stared at the large golden spear in Zhuowen's hand with satisfaction.

Zhuowen immediately summoned Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang into his sea of consciousness and stepped out of the temple.

"Maybe it's time to summon my two clones back. It's time to do something big."

Walking out of the temple, Zhuowen suddenly found that there were three people gathered outside the temple.

Perhaps it was because they saw Zhuowen come out, but the three people who were waiting suddenly had a look of fear in their eyes.

"It's Wenzhuo. Let's go."

One of the young men in black said in a low voice and immediately fled into the distance.

The other two were stunned for a moment and immediately followed the young man. The three of them were quite fast and disappeared in a flash.

"Shi Yi?"

Looking at the young man in black who fled without even looking, Zhuowen's lips curled into a smile.

Zhuowen was no stranger to this young man. Just like him, he was Shi Yi, a disciple of the League of Assassins in the seventh arena during the second round of the competition for Saint Luck.

At that time, after Zhuowen had killed Wu Lan and Zheng Tang in the arena, he had met Shi Yi later on.

Originally, Zhuowen had planned to get rid of Shi Yi quickly and cleanly, but the latter was extremely cunning. He had hidden himself with the Art of Assassination and immediately forfeited, thus avoiding death.

Now that he had met Shi Yi again, how could Zhuowen let him go?

And the two people behind Shi Yi, looking at their clothes, were also disciples of the League of Assassins. Moreover, their cultivation was not weak, they were both invincible Emperor Lords.

"You can't run away."

Zhuowen smiled coldly. The golden rune between his eyebrows swept out and formed a golden spear. Immediately after, Zhuowen threw it directly at Shi Yi, who was fleeing.

"No!"

Feeling the whistling wind behind him, Shi Yi's face turned ferocious. He roared angrily and directly turned around. He tried his best to mobilize the power of Saint Luck to block the spear.

Shi Yi also had two golden runes, but he had not learned the ability to materialize Saint Luck. Obviously, Shi Yi had not entered any of the temples.

This also meant that Shi Yi would be at a great disadvantage under this attack.

Puchi!

Without a doubt, Shi Yi's defense was like a piece of paper. The golden spear's aura was like a rainbow as it directly pierced through his body. Shi Yi's body was torn apart, and a cloud of blood mist burst out.

"Run!"

Looking at Shi Yi, who had been killed in an instant, the other two disciples of the League of Assassins shouted and fled in two different directions.

Whoosh!

Zhuowen swept to the side of the golden spear, grabbed the handle with his right hand, and threw the golden spear towards the young man on the right.

Zhuowen's body chased after the man on the left. Relying on the power of the Saint Body, Zhuowen was like a vigorous cheetah, constantly running on the ground at an extremely fast speed.

"Ah!"

A miserable cry rang out. The golden spear caught up with the young man on the right and pierced through his chest. Without any surprise, he exploded into a cloud of blood mist and died.

"No!

I can't die. "

The martial artist on the left naturally heard his companion's miserable cry and was even more frightened.

"Even if you don't want to die, you have to die."

An indifferent voice sounded out. Immediately, the Martial Warriors saw that Zhuo Wen had unknowingly appeared in front of him. That huge fist rumbled as it smashed towards the Martial Warriors.

"No!"

The martial artist on the left wanted to make a last-ditch effort and quickly used the power of the Saint Luck.

Boom!

However, even if the martial artist used the power of the Saint Luck, under the attack of Zhuowen's powerful Saint Body, it seemed very fragile. The defense set up by the Saint Luck was directly shattered.

Puchi!

Looking at the disciples of the League of Assassins who had been blasted into pieces, Zhuowen's eyes were indifferent, without any pity.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Whoosh! Three golden lights gushed out from the three corpses and drilled into Zhuowen's glabella. Immediately, the golden rune on Zhuowen's glabella began to spread and finally condensed into the eighth golden rune.

"Hmm?

Only one golden rune has been condensed? "

Zhuowen narrowed his eyes and revealed a look of doubt. Shi Yi and the other two disciples of the League of Assassins had a total of five golden runes.

Five golden runes only added one golden rune, which made Zhuowen feel a little helpless.