v12 Chapter 508： Black-faced

He is known as the first contemporary oil refinery on the ancient continent, and half of the spirit of the king on the southern continent comes from his own hands.

There are not a few superpowers that visit each year.

Even Dongzhou Academy, Jianshen Family, Central Holy Fruit, poisonous family of Gods, and even Buddhist monks in Western Zhou claimed that they could not enter the world, and they asked him to refine the weapons of the gods.

Even today on the land of Nanzhou, there are countless people who want to request his oil refining.

Therefore, Wanbao Zhenjun thought of a way.

He promoted and asked me to refine the treasure. There are two requirements.

The first requirement is that it is an unparalleled genius over this ancient continent. Otherwise, a group of waste warriors do not know and perfect the weapon of the gods.

The second requirement is either the superpower of the ancient continent. Otherwise, the refined weapons of the gods will be wiped out.

Moreover, Wanbao Zhenjun refines only one treasure every year.

Therefore, there is the birthday of Wanbao Zhenjun.

On the birthday, the main force will choose the talented generation to participate in the competition to win the first form, requiring Manpower to refine the peerless weapons of the gods.

Wanbao Zhenjun also agreed to this requirement, so this tradition has been passed down to the land of Nanzhou.

This year is the 99th birthday of Wanbao Zhenjun!

This is why Wan Bao Zhenjun’s birthday is so attractive, especially the main super army, eager to be able to come to their family for a birthday party.

Land of Nanzhou, Huolian Mountain.

The sun-drenched palace was built on a cliff. At this time, there was a gray-haired old man in a red robe, sitting on a cliff, watching the sun between heaven and earth.

The gray-haired old man had a turtle shell in his hand, and after shaking his hand a few times, he jumped ten pieces from the turtle shell.

This piece is particularly interesting, with black and white on the front and back.

Ten games rebounded on the ground several times, and then swayed to the ground.

It is actually nine black faces, all in the sky.

When it was about to stop, the only white piece was suddenly crushed by an invisible force and disappeared in front of the old man.

Seeing this scene, the gray-haired old man's eyes narrowed, and after a long delay, his voice said hoarsely: "Actually, nine dead people, no life!"

"How could this be!"

"This year's birthday, will this be the old man's last birthday?" The gray-haired old man stood up from the ground, his hands staring at the sun in front of him, his eyes deep.

"Lord." Just then, on the boardwalk in the distance, a young man came here, pale, dressed in animal skin, and dark skin, and he came to the pale old man and shouted respectfully.

If Lin Tianyao is here, he will be surprised because this man is Tiger Seven!

The white-haired old man looked at Tiger Seven and said weakly: "I heard that you had a catastrophe in Dongzhou? Now you know you are back?"

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Tiger Qi whispered: "Master's birthday, the disciples dare not come back!"

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "It is still a little filial. I know I will come back for Master's birthday! Well, because I am back, go with you to a few siblings to prepare for your birthday! "

"Yes!" Tiger Qi whispered, "Master, your face looks terrible. Have you just played heaven for the oil refining of this year's birthday?"

The gray-haired old man lowered his head, swept the nine black men to the ground, raised his sleeves, and waved nine black gases to the palm of his hand. He said weakly: "Before refining, the rule of Pangumen must be heaven!"

"Ten should be born, five blacks are not refined, six blacks will not stay, seven blacks will be born, and eight blacks will die!"

"And this time, I was actually a nine-black game!"

The so-called five blacks are not refined, which means ten pieces. If there are five black faces, then don't refine this device.

The six black people do not stay, that is, when you see the six black people, you will immediately drive away the person who came to find the device to avoid murder.

The seven black sacred worlds refer to the fact that when a person who comes to seek the current ritual meets heaven, seven sunspots appear, which means that this person must provoke great sin. At this time, you must not only keep him out. You must stay away from the dust and disappear.

And eight black people are dying, it's very simple, there are eight sunspots, even if you can't live, you can't escape.

Surprised: "Master's oil refining unit above this year's birthday will not bring Master's murder!"

"Nine blacks must die!"

"Master, then we can't hold this birthday anymore. Some of our mentors and apprentices immediately left Nanzhou and disappeared!"

Tiger Qi immediately said to the gray-haired old man.

"No!" After hearing Tiger Qi's words, the gray-haired old man immediately interrupted: "I want to refine!"

Tiger Seven asked worriedly: "Why? Master? You know our rules. Ten sons should live in harmony with heaven. Five black people don’t practice, six black people don’t stay, seven black people die, eight black people. Already dead, you are nine black boards!"

"If you refined this year's equipment, I'm afraid."

The gray-haired old man smiled and said, "Tiger Seven, do you know why disciples at Pangumen must use ten to promote Heavenly Dao before each refining?"

Tiger Seven said: "Master said that the spirit is the benefit of creating the world, killing people!"

"Pangumen focuses on the famous devices in the world. Sometimes, when you can't hold your hand temporarily, you will refine the gods that destroy the sky, destroy the sky, shock the world, and scream ghosts!"

"This spirit will make it difficult for the world to resist its power!" "Therefore, oil refineries tend to take care of spirits, otherwise they will inevitably lead to the demise of the sky!"

"After ancient times, there were very few Pangumen, and almost 80% of the disciples were killed by this sect!"

"So the ancestors will make rules, ten sons should be heaven, five blacks will not be refined, six blacks will not stay, seven blacks will die, eight blacks will die."

"With this rule, the ancient Pangumen system hardly passed down!"

Tiger Seven said vaguely.

The gray-haired old man nodded and smiled, "Yes, you are right, it seems that the teacher taught you something, you did not forget it!"

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