Chapter 597: The Secret of the Galaxy, Purple Gold Spear

Hong Qian fought in the galaxy and struck a sword in his chest. Every two hours, he felt a stinging pain in his chest. The pain seemed real but not real. Even if he used spiritual energy to relieve the pain, it was just a step away from scratching the itch and could never reach the real place. .

No matter how angry and resentful he is, there is nothing he can do about it, and there is a piece of empty space in his chest. His real name is the three-hearted old man who shakes the world, so he becomes an empty-hearted old man. It is really frustrating.

The bodies of those who are strong in physical training have been tempered, and they often use their bodies to shake the thunder from the sky and the fire from the earth. They pay attention to simplicity and roughness, and their tolerance to pain is much higher than that of ordinary monks. The pain in their chests is like a long sword piercing their chests. Although it hurts, it still hurts. Not unbearable. However, the feeling that seemed imaginary but not imaginary, and seemed real but not real, coupled with the intermittent pain, made Hong Qian full of anger and made him extremely irritable.

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While looking for books and playing chess, they met several monks on the way. They were not wrong, and they greeted him respectfully and gave them face. However, Hong Qian was irritated and suddenly took action and punched him in the chest. The force of the fierce punch lasted only a moment, and the monks were swallowed up.

Hong Qian left. The next time the pain struck, he was in a sinkhole. He howled angrily, his voice shattering the rocks, and he beat his chest hard, making a loud "bang bang" sound like thunder.

It was truly a loss of life. Countless birds were paralyzed by the shock, animals were trembling with fear, and there were not a few who died suddenly. Hong Qian was covered in sweat and collapsed on the ground. He reached for his chest. The blank area was gradually expanding. He was very sure that if he could not find a solution, everything about him... would completely turn into nothingness.

Thinking of this, he became even more frightened. If he died in battle or was killed, there would still be a body left behind. He had been here before and left deep footprints along the road, but if it completely turned into nothingness, even he would be gone. I can't help but wonder what the meaning of my own existence is.

He would rather face thousands of mysterious thunders alone than suffer this sword. The more he recalled it in his heart, the more fear became amplified, thinking: "I, Hong Qian, have been practicing for who knows how many years, and now I am in such an embarrassing situation. We can't wait any longer, we must hurry up and find Daoshu and Qi. I still have a lot of spiritual energy and can still fly in the air."

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But on the other side, Li Changxiao had stars swimming around him. He was not completely ignorant of the power of stars, he was even quite accomplished.

He once entered the ancient tomb of the Seven-Star Poison Lord. Various physiques were enshrined in the False Body Temple, including the Seven-Star Divine Body. With the complementary physical constitution and years of study, even if Li Changxiao has a stupid talent, he should still make some progress. Moreover, Li Changxiao’s qualifications are not “good or bad” and can be summed up in general. To say that his talent is poor seems to be really very poor, but he has already gone his own way, and on this secluded road, he is walking faster and faster, getting better and better. The farther he goes, the more enlightened and faster he is in the same realm, even the many geniuses he once had.

Under such circumstances, Li Changxiao considered himself to be "good" in the principles of the movement of the stars in the sky. Compared with magic, fighting, and fighting techniques, Li Changxiao was more interested in various miscellaneous studies. Abundant, in fact, monks are all human beings. Unless there is irresolvable hatred, few people will fight when they meet. Mastering a miscellaneous subject can also make your path smooth.

Of course, Li Changxiao's path is more than "smooth" now. He studies miscellaneous studies only out of his own interest and does not want to bury the achievements of his predecessors. He is selfish for himself and others, but it is also beneficial to the world.

But at one moment, the galaxy stagnated and then flowed backwards.

He had disappeared and left a letter, but he was still worried. Mu Qin, who was watching from the sidelines, was startled. He tapped the river with his fingers, feeling the changes. He breathed a sigh of relief and thought: "The river is flowing backwards, but there is no irritation." "It seems that it is disordered, but it is actually orderly. It does not violate some taboos and usher in any unexpected events. It is because everything is fine."

Seeing the reflection in the lake, Mu Qin was startled. He glanced over quickly, but then turned back and stared at himself blankly. He knew clearly that Li Changxiao was playing it safe and seemed frivolous but was actually careful. However, he still couldn't help but feel concerned when he saw any strange movements. She shook her head slowly, secretly thinking how terrifying this mortal mind was.

After another while, she stood up and walked out alone. She had determined that this was all within Li Changxiao's expectation. He had discovered the secret in the river and his safety was not in danger. In this case, this was the time for her to leave.

"You left without saying goodbye. Don't blame me. If we meet again by chance, I will apologize again." She murmured to herself, without looking back. She took one step and was already thousands of miles away.

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Deep in the river. Li Changxiao was shrouded in a purple-gold halo. After several days of searching, he finally cracked the secret of the galaxy and discovered what was hidden in the deepest part. He stretched out his hand to grab the purple-gold halo, and slowly pulled out a long spear. The body of the gun was purple-gold in color, and it was about ten feet long. In terms of appearance alone, this spear was domineering and stunning. As soon as it was born, thousands of stars dimmed. .

Holding it in his hand, he gradually felt a burst of warmth. He flicked it gently, and the tip of the gun was pointing in the direction of the star river. However, holding it in his hand, he could vaguely feel the sadness coming from it.

Li Changxiao let go of his hand and let the purple gold spear hang in the river. He looked at it carefully, from the tip to the tail. Every inch of it was carved by ghosts and gods. In terms of quality, this thing is probably better than the gun. The Thunder Sword and Tai Panzhu are comparable to his Yin Zhi Mirror.

But the purple gold spear was hidden in the river, which only increased the loss. At this moment, if compared with the artifacts in Li Changxiao's dream space, it is probably far behind. Although the appearance of the Purple Gold Spear is still there, its inner meaning has long been lost. If Li Changxiao was not mistaken, this gun should be something "admired by the ancestor".

This galaxy was also created intentionally by him. The countless stars are just the things that nourish this spear. On the spear body, there are still some traces of the invincibility left by the conquest of the world. However, although this galaxy nourishes this spear, it seems to suppress it at the same time. It seems that the ancestor Mu wants to bury this spear forever in the galaxy and never see it again.

And the sadness on it is even more obvious, and there must be many twists and turns hidden in it. Since Li Changxiao has entered the Great Heaven Realm, if he can understand the ancient things, he will not want to miss it.

He held the spear in his hand and danced a spear flower, stirring the galaxy. He is not a person who uses a spear. Although the spear flower dance is pleasing to the eye, there is no spear meaning. It looks good but is not useful. But then I thought that although he often uses a sword, his talent in swordsmanship is just so-so. It is only the moment when he draws the sword, which is different from the world, but that's all. He laughed at himself and wielded the spear even more vigorously, doing the same thing over and over again, just like a child who picked up a stick and started to hit people randomly.

He put away the purple-gold spear and suddenly thought, is it possible that the old ancestor Mu is still in the Great Heaven Realm?