Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1347 - 1348: Enemies and Friends

This ti, the Five Elents Lock Chain is much weaker compared to the last ti.

Yang Fei activated Snake Devouring, trying his best to absorb Nuannuan's Five Elents Power into his Dantian, then used Turtle Extre Suppression to transform it into his own power.

Nuannuan was tornted by the Five Elents Lock Chain, extrely weak.

She felt Yang Fei's palm pressed tightly against her Dantian, with waves of either scorching, cold, or heavy power gradually fading away.

The pain in her ridians, as if she were better off dead, also slowly eased and disappeared.

Finally, Nuannuan fell into a muddled sleep, only feeling much better in body.

Not knowing how long it had been, Yang Fei finally completely neutralized the Five Elents Essence Qi within Nuannuan's body.

He felt that the Essence Qi in his body's ridians had increased significantly.

Snake Devouring swallowed the Five Elents Essence Qi from Nuannuan's body, and Turtle Extre converted that Essence Qi into Yang Fei's Gang Yuan Qi.

This alone was equivalent to half a month's worth of cultivation for Yang Fei.

Nuannuan remained in a deep slumber, and Yang Fei took off his coat to cover her, beginning to explore this mysterious Temple.

Yang Fei walked up the long staircase step by step, with various statues on both sides, each with a different posture, all carved from stone.

On the stone walls were many murals, a large mural depicting the story of Pangu creating the heavens and earth.

A giant, with his head touching the sky and feet on the ground, surrounded by countless small figures chiseling away, as the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers took shape under their chiseling.

Yang Fei couldn't help but laugh at the implication of the painting, suggesting Pangu was not a single person, but a clan who created the universe's Primordial tis.

Suddenly, a strange idea occurred to Yang Fei's mind.

"Could it be that Pangu is not a Great God, but a term for a clan?"

The more Yang Fei thought about it, the more plausible it beca. Could the Wu Clan also be called the Pangu Clan?

Yang Fei carefully took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and took a picture of this mural.

Mi Xuan would definitely be very interested in such information.

Next, Yang Fei looked at more than a dozen murals, which narrated ancient mythological stories including Kuafu Chasing the Sun, Chang'e Flying to the Moon, Hou Yi Shooting the Sun, and Jingwei Filling the Sea.

Yang Fei knew all of these ancient stories, but the connotations depicted in these murals were vastly different from what he previously knew.

In Kuafu Chasing the Sun, Kuafu was not one person but many similar to Kuafu, piloting a giant robot-like contraption.

The chanical arms of the robot extended long, reaching for the sun in the sky, resembling a space station recovering a satellite.

The mural of Hou Yi Shooting the Sun was filled with a modern technological vibe, with countless people busy on a gigantic machine.

Upon closer inspection, the giant machine resembled an ancient bow and arrow, surprisingly similar to a modern rocket launcher.

Yang Fei noticed that both Hou Yi Shooting the Sun and Kuafu Chasing the Sun were filled with the intense and slaughterous intent of war.

Troops descended from the sky, with the entire background depicting battle scenes.

Yang Fei shook his head with a wry smile, realizing these murals practically ssed with Huaxia's ancient myths.

Every scene was filled with intense battle imagery and the spirit of unyielding resistance.

A strange thought suddenly floated in Yang Fei's mind.

These images looked extrely ancient; could this be the true history of the Primordial era?

While admiring the murals, Yang Fei ascended the densely packed stairs, which stretched upward continuously.

Curious about what was beneath the platform, Yang Fei finally climbed the last stair and was suddenly surprised.

Above the stairs, there was another high platform, empty except for a gigantic chair and long table.

The chair and table were made of bronze, inlaid with countless exotic treasures.

The chair was covered with a golden blanket, and to Yang Fei's shock, there was a skeleton on the golden blanket.

The skeleton's hollow black eye sockets stared directly at Yang Fei.

On the bronze long table, there was a box, carved out of beautiful jade, with a transparent white jade box etched with countless intricate patterns, exuding a mysterious and profound aura.

Yang Fei noticed that at the center of the semi-transparent beautiful jade box, there was a pool of blood-like substance, faintly flowing like rouge.

From such a distance, Yang Fei could feel the intense scorching power at the center of the White Jade Box.

That substance seed like magma buried deep underground, filled with unparalleled destructive power.

Beside the box were several broken sheepskin scrolls, densely packed with words and diagrams.

At the top of the sheepskin scrolls were several small seal script characters: "Pangu True Scripture."

Yang Fei was startled as he had heard Gonggong ntion the Pangu True Scripture more than once.

It was said to be the Wu Clan's foremost Martial Dao Holy Scripture, and Gonggong had been scheming, following after Nuannuan, just to obtain this Secret Manual.

Even Yang Fei hadn't expected to see the Pangu True Scripture in this mysterious Temple.

Just then, he heard Nuannuan's voice from the bottom of the stone steps.

"Uncle, where are you? I'm so scared being alone."

Yang Fei turned around, striding to the stairs, waving down to Nuannuan.

"Nuannuan, co up here, I've made a new discovery."

"Ah, you haven't really found Alibaba's Treasure Vault, have you?"

Joking with Yang Fei, Nuannuan walked up the steps.

Her eyes imdiately caught sight of the white bone on the bronze chair, causing her face to turn pale, stepping forward quickly to stare intently at the skeletal remains.

Seeing Nuannuan's drastic change of expression, Yang Fei felt slightly uneasy, just about to crack a joke with her when Nuannuan suddenly knelt down, crying out in anguish.

"Dad!"

Nuannuan's voice was incredibly shrill, filled with sorrow, and tears stread down her face.

Yang Fei was stunned: "What, this is your father... how do you know?"

Nuannuan sobbed uncontrollably, seemingly not hearing Yang Fei's question.

"We all thought you left with the Martial God, but we never expected you'd... you'd be here, Dad..."

Nuannuan cried bitterly, and Yang Fei, hearing the term "Martial God" from her mouth, was shocked.

"What, Uncle actually knew the Martial God?"

The legend of the Martial God, Yang Fei had heard many tis, though he still didn't know what connection he had with this great figure.

However, from the vague words of Old Master in the Capital City, Xue Mingtai, and An Zichen, Yang Fei had gleaned that there was sothing significant linking him and the Martial God.

Now, hearing the na of the Martial God once again in the distant Vastiga Mountain Range, Yang Fei couldn't help but be astonished.

Nuannuan finally managed to stop crying, her face filled with indescribable sorrow. She raised her head to glance at Yang Fei.

"My father was the unparalleled genius of the Wu Clan for hundreds of years; he took over the position of Witch Master from my grandfather, leading over a hundred thousand disciples of the Witch Clan."

"The Martial God was my father's greatest adversary and his best friend."