Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 483 Ingredients, no, guests come at the right time

Ever since the creation of the world by the God of Heaven, the vast land has been full of vitality and all things are flourishing.

The various innate sacred beings roamed everywhere, and the myriad primitive races born from the remains of the Chaos Demon God gradually spread to every corner of the earth.

They occupy one side, led by their respective ancestors, the innate sacred ones who occupy the source of their bloodline.

Because the prehistoric world is vast and rich in resources, and the scale of the prehistoric tribes is not large, there are not many conflicts among them.

But as they grew in size, this long-lasting peace was finally broken.

Conflict, vendetta, these unfamiliar words appeared in the ears of all races for the first time.

Even the isolated Xuanjun Temple was affected, and the battlefield between the two races just covered the Xuanjun Temple.

Fortunately, the mountain protection formation set up by Xuanjun was quite useful. It not only blocked the warring parties from spying, but also prevented the aftermath of their battle from affecting the Xuanjun Temple on the mountain.

Despite this, the two people in the temple were already tired of the war that had lasted for several days. They were thinking about what excuse they could use to go out and teach those two races that were disturbing the peace a lesson.

While thinking, their eyes fell on the seafood on the table and they both fell silent.

These freshly caught seafood products transported from the North Sea through the underground channels are extremely fresh. If you ignore their strange appearance, they are actually excellent ingredients, but they cannot resist eating them every day.

Now when Qingfeng saw these creatures with features such as pincers, tentacles, and scales, he had no appetite no matter how delicious they were.

"Master, I want to change my taste." He said bluntly.

Xuanjun was also tired of eating seafood. He looked outside the temple and nodded, saying, "I'm tired of eating it too. These ingredients, no, the guests came at the right time."

He waved his hand casually, and in Qingfeng's shocked eyes, seven spiritual treasures flew out from his sleeves and transformed into seven rays of spiritual light that surrounded him.

"Master, when can you give me a spiritual treasure? I still don't even have an innate spiritual treasure." Qingfeng came up shamelessly.

Xuan Jun pushed him away and said disdainfully: "First, you should master the seven chapters of the secret scripture that I passed down, and use the seven paths to divide your spiritual light into seven parts. Then, spiritual treasures will be born, and you will be able to own seven spiritual treasures like me."

After Qingfeng heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

That being said, the actual difficulty is not as simple as it sounds. If he really wants to reach the level of his master, he will probably have to spend the entire prehistoric era.

After barely dealing with Qingfeng, Xuanjun waved his hand again, and the seven spiritual treasures broke through the fog of the mountain protection formation and flew to the outside world.

These seven spiritual treasures are all integrated with Xuanjun's innate immortal spiritual light and carry the seven paths of the seven chapters of the secret scripture. Each of them is equivalent to a slightly weaker eighth-level person.

The noise they made when they came into the world was naturally quite loud, even causing the originally fierce fighting on the battlefield to become silent.

Even the innate sacred beings who were extremely far away from this place were alarmed and cast their gazes here.

"Seven spiritual treasures, which fellow Taoist is so generous?"

"Xuan Jun? I have some impression of him. He is not someone you want to mess with."

Unlike the two sides on the battlefield, they just glanced at each other and ignored it.

Because they know that the so-called innate spiritual treasure is nothing more than a point of innate immortal spiritual light of the eighth level. Every innate spiritual treasure has been marked since its birth, and there is no possibility of it being ownerless.

But the myriad races in the ancient world don’t know this, at least most of them don’t know it.

"Rare treasures have appeared, seven of them!"

"The one that can cause this commotion must be an innate spiritual treasure. Quickly seize it."

"Except for the Xiantian Divine, no one among the myriad tribes of the prehistoric world has ever held the Xiantian spiritual treasure. I may fill this gap. No one can predict what will happen in the future."

On the battlefield, both sides had already turned their attention to the seven spiritual treasures, all revealing greedy eyes. A shadow passed by, and it turned out to be an elder of the Tianpeng tribe.

The pair of iron claws flashed with cold light and grabbed one of the seven spiritual treasures.

At the same time, the party that was originally hostile to the Tianpeng clan also took action.

A thick and long python swung its body and rolled towards another magical treasure.

At this moment, both sides put aside their grudges and attacked Lingbao at the same time.

Under the temptation of spiritual treasures, the grudges between the two tribes are nothing. Besides, as long as we have spiritual treasures, wouldn’t it be easier to deal with the enemy?

Seeing that his iron claws were about to fall on the coffin-shaped spiritual treasure, a trace of excitement flashed across the eyes of the Tianpeng clan elder.

"With this magical treasure, I can even take the throne of the clan."

A cold light flashed, and before the Tianpeng clan elder could react, he felt a pain in his body.

Looking back at his body, he just happened to see two iron chains piercing his wings from the corner of his eye.

"My, my King's Wings!"

A huge force came from the iron chain. The lid of the coffin-shaped magic treasure opened at some point, and the elder of the Tianpeng tribe was dragged into the darkness inside the coffin by the iron chain.

His thoughts were forever fixed on the moment when he became king with the help of his magical treasure.

On the other side, the python that also chose to attack was also struggling.

A bottle-shaped magic treasure sprayed out an unknown liquid as bright as moonlight, which fell on the body of the python, corroding its skin and flesh, making bursts of sizzling sounds.

The python roared towards the sky and slapped the ground with its long and thick body, trying to ease its pain in this way.

Under its ravages, mountains and rivers turned into basins, and rivers changed their courses and stopped flowing, but this could not change its fate.

The speed of erosion suddenly accelerated, and after a while, only a huge snake skeleton was left lying in the world.

Inside the Taoist temple, Xuan Jun held a Sky Peng in one hand and sighed, "What a pity, I forgot that even a seventh-level bird cannot withstand the erosion of the Moonlight of the Moon. Otherwise, I would have been able to eat the Dragon and Phoenix Fight tonight."

"Master, that's just a python, and the one in your hand is not from the Phoenix clan." Qingfeng corrected.

"You are the only one who talks too much." Xuan Jun threw Tian Peng into his hands and instructed: "Take it to the kitchen and stew it."

After leaving behind these words, Xuanjun appeared outside the Taoist temple, on the battlefield between the two clans which had already fallen into deathly silence.

In full view of everyone, seven spiritual treasures flew to his side and circled around him.

He no longer concealed his aura, and his eighth-level pressure was fully exposed.

The Tianpeng and Bashe tribes looked dejected as they realized that they had gotten themselves into big trouble.

Fortunately, Xuan Jun did not intend to kill them all, but only warned: "If you dare to disturb my peace again, those two just now will serve as a warning to you."

After saying this, he disappeared along with the seven spiritual treasures, leaving behind only the two tribes who were extremely grateful.

The only remaining elders of the two tribes looked at each other and no longer had the will to continue fighting.

They originally launched the war to fight for this area, but now they find that this area has already been occupied by an innate god, and there is no reason to continue fighting.

The most urgent task is to recuperate and prevent other races from taking advantage of the situation.

(End of this chapter)