C171 Fate Compass
C171 Fate Compass
"Scram..." "Go back!" He let out a loud shout, and hacked out with both of his palms. The endless sea of blood separated from the middle.
Although he died when he was the Ancestor, that was all from before. Now that he was Wu Hao, the The Ancestor Martial Spirit had long since been reborn using the body of a reincarnated remnant soul.
He was already alive, and the sea of blood before his eyes was enough to tempt him. If he went down and his mind was corroded, he would truly die. At that time, it would be impossible for him to be reborn.
"If the compass doesn't shatter, then destiny will not destroy it. The compass will appear!"
Suddenly, a crack appeared on the golden soul's forehead. An ancient compass quickly overflowed from it. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a palm-sized, grayish ancient compass and fell into the martial soul's hands.
This Fate Compass was in the shape of a Eight Trigrams, on it were engravings, and in the middle, there was a hand that was rapidly revolving, a wave of vast Qi was faintly leaking out.
Wu Hao held onto the ancient Fate Compass, he raised his head and looked at the sea of blood which was far away from his martial spirit, a sharp glint flashed past his eyes.
This Fate Compass could fuse with her martial spirit and protect him. Ever since he had obtained it from the Mysterious Realm of the Great Thousand World, it had always been protecting him, allowing him to always maintain her clarity.
Even in the boundless universe, when Hong Wu used the power of the Transcendent Rules to destroy his martial spirit, the Fate Compass would still use the clarity of the soul consciousness to protect him. Only then would he have the chance to control the Fate Compass to escape into the air and continuously fuse with the shattered fragments of the remnant soul.
It could be said that the mysteriousness of this Fate Compass was something even the Ancestor, as a person, was unable to discover. He guessed that Hong Wu wouldn't be able to either.
The boundless universe was simply too mysterious. Even if one surpassed him, it was still extremely possible that one would not be able to reach the peak of martial arts. If not, Hong Wu would not have been afraid of him breaking through to the Ancestor Realm.
"Old friend, I'll have to trouble you again!" Wu Hao muttered to himself. He raised his hand and gently caressed the Fate Compass, looking as if he was caressing his own child.
Buzz Buzz …
And it was precisely at this time that the Fate Compass released a series of buzzing sounds, as if it was replying to Wu Hao's words, and also acting like a happy child. An indescribable vast and mighty power of laws suddenly exploded out from within the Fate Compass.
BOOM!
As soon as the power of the laws was exerted, the sea of blood turned upside down and completely faded away in the blink of an eye.
In a blink of an eye, Wu Hao realized that he was still standing in the mysterious space within his Graymist sea of consciousness. The eight trigrams shaped Fate Compass was spinning extremely quickly above his head.
"Done!"
A light flashed in the depths of his eyes. He raised his head and looked at the Fate Compass, revealing a look of gratitude.
There was no words, but the air had been expressed. The Fate Compass slowly stopped spinning. It hummed for a moment, and then seemingly rejoiced once more. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a gray streak of light, and disappeared into the center of its brows.
"Consciousness back to the main body!" Wu Hao closed his eyes and recited.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing between a huge branch of a towering tree. At this moment, the entire towering tree was trembling.
"Die!"
At this time, he suddenly heard a gloomy and cold shout, accompanied by a burst of powerful Qi, Wu Hao turned his body and saw a Hundred Clan, with blood-red eyes and a face of madness and cruelty, brandishing a blade shaped weapon in his hand, quickly slashing it towards him.
If one looked carefully, they would see that his clothes were in tatters and his clothes were bloodstained. It was clear that he had killed quite a number of people before this.
Seeing this scene, he suddenly thought of the illusion of a sea of blood that had appeared in his sea of consciousness before. Many thoughts quickly flashed through his mind.
He had sunk into the sea of blood for a long time and during this period of time, all of the Hundred Clan s had their minds corroded by the demon tree before him.
If they also encountered the Hundred Clan killing each other, what would the situation be like?
When he thought here, the Three-Foot Blueblade Sword that was inserted diagonally into his back suddenly unsheathed, and with a streak of cold light, it hacked out horizontally.
Clang!
As the sound of Jin Ming rang out, and as countless branches of demon were slashed down by the sharp sword qi, that Hundred Clan was caught off guard and directly flew out, landing on a gigantic tree that reached the sky.
Clang!
The Three-Foot Blueblade Sword quickly returned to its scabbard and scanned its surroundings clearly. It was not attracted to the golden fruits but carefully observed its surroundings.
At this moment, the marks of the sword and the blade of the giant tree were all over the place, and the dark red bloodstains were all over the place.
The sounds of swords clashing against each other could still be heard from above and below the towering tree. However, the leaves on the tree were still too thick to see the two sides of the tree clearly.
Now, he was anxious to save her, the soul consciousness immediately swept out.