Chapter 110: The Finger of Prisoner in the Wilderness
"It doesn't matter that he is a great master in the Creation Realm. He still holds a high-level talisman in his hand that is comparable to a strong person in the Creation Realm and is not afraid of life and death. How can he not let others live?"
Everyone cursed secretly in their hearts and tried their best to shrink their bodies inwards.
"Very good, it seems no one wants to compete with me."
Lin Dong nodded with satisfaction, waved his sleeves, and the black talisman that suppressed the middle-aged man suddenly turned into a faint light and flew back into the universe bag.
The two companions of the middle-aged man carefully separated the crowd and carried the unconscious man back. Lin Dong had spared his hand just now and was only giving him a small punishment.
The middle-aged man has still not figured out why the great situation he imagined, where he could respond to a hundred responses and use the momentum to intimidate Lin Dong, a strong man in the Creation Realm, to make concessions, has not happened? What went wrong?
"Ke'er, sit down, the Creation Martial Monument will be opened soon."
Lin Dong waved his hand, and the beauty in white who stood frozen on the spot seemed to wake up from a dream.
Seeing the gentle smile on the corner of the handsome man's mouth, Lin Ke'er felt her heart twitch suddenly. She subconsciously lowered her head and sat down quickly.
"Thanks."
After a moment, a sound like a mosquito came quietly.
Lin Dong waved his hand and said nothing.
"Such an outstanding man is destined to be a dragon soaring in the nine heavens. His future does not belong to the Great Yan Dynasty..."
Lin Ke'er lowered her eyebrows and sat on the futon obediently, thinking sadly in her heart.
"Buzz!"
After all the ten seats were filled, the Creation Martial Monument burst out with an extremely bright light. Ten beams of light enveloped Lin Dong and ten people. Their minds were instantly dragged into an unknown place. Mysterious place.
For a moment, time in the square seemed to stand still.
"Will there be a martial art of good fortune coming out this time?"
Everyone subconsciously held their breath and looked nervously at the ten still figures sitting cross-legged on the stone platform.
...
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
In the vast dark starry sky, bright starlights quickly cut through the dark sky, and each starlight carried strong energy fluctuations.
"Every starlight should contain a set of martial arts, but the grades of these martial arts are not high. We need to go deeper."
Xiao Diao's voice rang in Lin Dong's ears.
"The heavenly spirit treasure must be born with spiritual wisdom. We have a mysterious stone talisman here. What are we afraid of? Just go directly to the spirit of the creation martial monument and let the stone talisman talk to the spirit of the monument."
Lin Dong smiled nonchalantly, and with a thought, white light surged out from his body, wrapping them all up and quickly escaping towards the deepest part of the endless starry sky.
A few minutes later, Zu Shi, who was carrying Lin Dong, suddenly stopped, and a squirming ball of light appeared in the field of vision of one person and one mink.
In the light group, a huge ancient monument loomed, exuding an ancient flavor of vicissitudes.
"Tsk, the evolution level of this tablet soul doesn't seem to be high. It should rely more on instinct to act."
Lin Dong sighed when he saw this, but his hand moved slowly, driving the ancestral stone to emit a milky white light that swept into the soul of the stele.
The huge and simple stele soul suddenly trembled, and immeasurable light suddenly burst out from the inside of the stele soul, sweeping it in instantly.
"Buzz!"
Lin Dong felt a blur in front of his eyes. An ancient and empty space suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Huge beams of light rose up one after another, transforming into various shadows in the air. There were people, objects, and knives. There is a sword...
An everlasting flavor emerges spontaneously!
Looking at the huge energy beams that seemed to penetrate the sky and the earth, Lin Dong took a deep breath, breathing heavily, and said with salivation: "It's all about the martial arts of creation, little Diao, now we are rich!"
"Boy, I have to remind you of a problem. Everyone can only choose one martial art each time they enter this creation martial monument, regardless of grade."
“It’s useless even if you have used stone talismans to communicate with the spirit of the Creation Martial Monument in advance, because this is when this heaven-level spiritual treasure was born, and the ancient sect’s great masters put rules into its origin, and no one can tolerate it. "
"Unless your power can completely suppress the tablet spirit and resist the hidden hand left by the ancient power in this."
Xiao Diao jumped out and poured cold water on Lin Dong.
"..."
The smile on Lin Dong's face suddenly froze, and he said in a daze: "There is still such a rule? Why, I know the leader of their Great Desolation Sect."
"The entire sect has disappeared, and there is no sect leader left."
Xiao Diao stood in Lin Dong's ear and said quietly.
"No matter what, let me get my share first."
Lin Dong curled his lips and followed the instructions given to him by Zu Shi and walked towards the depths of the void.
He decided that after getting the Great Desolate Prisoner's Heavenly Finger, he would use the power of the ancestral stone to temporarily suppress the Creation Martial Monument, and then quickly grab another step in advanced martial arts before it could react.
"Da da da!"
Steady footsteps echoed in the silent and empty space.
Under the guidance of the ancestral stone, Lin Dong crossed one after another martial arts light pillars that exuded strong energy fluctuations. Inferior martial arts, inferior martial arts, intermediate martial arts, inferior martial arts, and superior martial arts. Creation martial arts......
Even after encountering several high-quality martial arts, Lin Dong's footsteps never stopped at all, because his goal was very clear, as long as it!
"clatter!"
Lin Dong stood still and his pace finally stopped.
In front of him, a huge black finger stood quietly in the void. Mysterious and mysterious black runes covered his body. It exuded a murderous aura that soared to the sky like the finger of the devil. The fluctuations were obscure and strange. .
In the center of the giant black finger, there is a row of unusually ancient fonts suspended above it.
"The Finger of the Great Desolate Prisoner of Heaven!"
These five short words reveal a sky-high domineering and arrogant spirit, which is heart-shaking and moving. It seems that once activated, it can imprison the entire world like a cage.
"Dahuang Prisoner Tianzhi, I finally found you."
Even though Lin Dong had always been calm and calm, he couldn't help but look happy.
This advanced martial art was pioneered by the reincarnation realm powerhouse Dahuang Emperor. The elementary version is comparable to the advanced martial arts. The advanced version Dahuang Prisoner Tianshou is directly promoted to spiritual martial arts, which can summon a trace of the residual spirit of the Dahuang Emperor. Advent.
If paired with the Great Desolation Monument, which is ranked third on the list of ancient divine objects, and the martial arts created by the Great Desolation can be used, the power of the Great Desolation Prisoner's Hand is even comparable to that of Tianwu.
In the original work, Lin Dong had only a few books on Tianwu in his later period, including the Qingtian Hualong Final Account given by Qinglong King Qingzhi, the Martial Emperor's Codex obtained by the Yang brothers, and the Martial Arts Book given by the Great Desolate Monument. The Book of Desolation is part one, and, and... well, it seems to be gone.
"The Great Desolate Prisoner's Heavenly Finger has such a domineering name, but I don't know if its power is as domineering as its name."
The figure of Xiao Diao emerged quietly, looking at this huge black finger in wonder.