Chapter 214: Conquering Eight Jun

After walking around the magnificent Eight Horses chariot for a few times, Wuqi couldn't help but admire it. The eight heavenly horses seemed to be living things and spiritual treasures, which were really mysterious and mysterious. The chariot was even more of a treasure. Just the defensive restriction that Wuqi could see was so strong that it was speechless.

The mysterious and yellow aura of merit rippling around his body made Wuqi salivate and wished he could swallow the eight chariots in one bite. If the grand and heavy aura of merit on this chariot could be concentrated in Wuqi's body, he could be able to generate the holy body of the human emperor. At that time, except for several great magical powers and body techniques, all other magic will have no effect on Wuqi.

Unfortunately, although the stolen sutra is said to be nothing that cannot be stolen in the world, the merits of the Human Emperor are not so easy to steal. To steal the merits of the Eight Horse Chariot for your own use, you have to steal a human Emperor's kingdom first and let Wuqi become the lord of a country. This is too difficult and too troublesome to operate. Wuqi does not have the interest to do such complicated things.

"What a baby, what a baby!" Looking at the Eight Horse Chariot, Wuqi couldn't help but laugh to the sky.

Unlike the Zhoutian Water Spirit Dayu Divine Cauldron, the Dayu Divine Cauldron is a meritorious weapon to suppress the aquatic races in the world. Therefore, although it is the treasure of the Human Emperor who is condensed with merit, Dayu is driven by Ying Zheng. However, these eight chariots are treasures that are carried by King Mu of Zhou and have nothing to do with the general trend of the world. Therefore, Ying Zheng was able to drive Dayu's divine cauldron, but there was no way to use the Eight chariots that had been completely immersed in King Mu of Zhou's personal aura.

Unless Ying Zheng spent his hard work and used his human emperor's aura to forcibly drive away the breath condensed by King Mu of Zhou in the Eight Horse Chariot, Ying Zheng, or Yan Dan, or the king of any country, could not drive the Eight Horse Chariot. However, at such a great price for a treasure to escape and protect himself, a hero like Ying Zheng was disdainful of it. Therefore, the Eight Horse Chariot was useless to Ying Zheng.

"But when it comes to my hands, you can't help it! Eight-Horse Chariot, Eight-Horse Chariot, forget your old master, be my own treasure of Wuqi. With you, the chance of escaping will be a hundred times greater." Wuqi exclaimed: "It's a pity that you are too eye-catching. I really don't dare to take you out and use it until the moment of surviving death."

He carefully approached the Eight Horse Chariot. Wuqi had just taken a step forward. A piece of auspicious light rose up, firmly blocking Wuqi's pace. The boundless emperor's majesty came to his face, as if hundreds of millions of people were roaring in Wuqi's ears, asking him to kneel down and bow to the Eight Horse Chariot. Wuqi hurriedly took a few steps back and shook his head dissatisfiedly at the Eight Horse Chariot. If Emperor Mu was present, Wuqi would still kneel down to the ancient emperor to pay homage, which was the intention. But this dead object would dare to force him to Wuqi?

With a sneer, a colorful strange light shot out between Wuqi's eyebrows. The seven holy demons in the little heavens ran out of the strange light. The seven demons condensed from Wuqi's soul power jumped on the ground for a while, and grew to a foot in the wind. They carried different colors of lights around them, and various mood fluctuations continued to spread from their bodies. If ordinary monks were infected by these mood fluctuations, they would have thoughts mixed, causing the seven emotions and six desires to explode together, and the yin fire was burned from the bottom of their feet, burning their essence, blood and bone marrow.

Wuqi sat cross-legged in front of the Eight Horse Chariot, with his eyes facing the Eight Horse Chariot, his hands formed hand seals, controlling the Seven Holy Spirit Demons to approach the Eight Horse Chariot in a slight way. The Seven Holy Spirit Demons were nourished by the innate soul and five of the souls in the essence of Wu Earth just now. Now the body condensed like a physical body. The pressure released by the Eight Horse Chariot has no effect on them, and the surging auspicious light and golden clouds only splashed ripples on them.

In a sudden flash, the seven demons flashed around them, and they merged into a seven-foot-tall figure, just like Wuqi, but the expressions on their faces changed rapidly, and the facial muscles were squirming like cramps. The man kept giggling and his hands slowly formed handprints, echoing Wuqi's handprints, and gradually wiggling a large number of strange halos.

The seven sets of handprints related to the Seven Holy Demons in the Sutra were stolen again and again, and half of Wuqi's essence and blood were injected into the figure from afar. The figure's body gradually became full and flesh-like things gradually emerged.

The endless breath of the human emperor in the Eight Horse Chariot spread, but was sucked into the body by the figure and Wuqi's essence and blood. This strange demon head formed by the fusing of the seven holy gods and demons was like a large mixer, slowly mixing Wuqi's essence and blood aura with the human emperor's spirit aura, slowly dispersing it into the smallest energy particles, and gradually undergoing a wonderful transformation.

When water and cement are mixed together, they can be turned into concrete. Wuqi's essence and blood breath is water, and the human emperor breath in the Eight Horse Chariot is cement. The two quickly merge into one under the wonderful catalysis of the figure. Gradually, Wuqi's breath was revealed on the Eight Horse Chariot, and a huge breath was faintly transmitted from Wuqi's body.

Wuqi carefully left his body with a trace of soul condensed by the power of heavenly thunder, and followed a wonderful connection to the figure. In the empty body of the figure, Wuqi's soul was immersed in the endless breath of Emperor Mu, gradually absorbing the golden auspicious light and auspicious aura, gradually transforming his image.

Gradually, endless illusions appeared in front of Wuqi's eyes. He saw the real Emperor Mu!

From the eight chariots, and from the eight heavenly horses to the eight chariots, King Mu of Zhou took an endless army to walk on the earth, conquering all directions, from east to west, from south to north, wherever he passed, all countries bowed their heads. As the territory of the Great Zhou became larger and larger, the aura of merit condensed on King Mu of Zhou became stronger and stronger, and the divinity in his body was also stimulated and became more and more grand.

In the end, King Mu of Zhou had become a god among mortals. In the end, like the legendary human emperor Xuanyuan, he rode a dragon in the sun and ascended. The eight-horse chariot, the divine thing that accompanied him to conquer the world, remained in the human world and passed one new master after another.

However, the divine objects have orders. The Eight Horse Chariot only recognizes that the powerful Emperor Mu King Zhou Mu is their only master, and their new masters cannot drive them. The Eight Horse Chariot never pays attention to who their new master is. They just silently miss their master and their master. Therefore, even who their new master is and what they look like, they ignore them at all and don't remember them at all.

Absorbing the breath of the Eight Horse Chariot, the trace of soul released by Wuqi gradually changed, and gradually became the appearance of King Mu, the Emperor Mu of Zhou in the memory of the Eight Horse Chariot. Wearing a nine-dragon golden robe and holding a long sword, sitting on the Eight Horse Chariot, emitting infinite light and flames around us, leading countless heroic soldiers to conquer all directions.

Wuqi gave up all the thoughts in his heart, but just kept recalling the image of King Mu of Zhou in the memory of the Eight Horses. He absorbed the aura emitted by the Eight Horses, integrated into his body, and then constantly mixed his essence and blood aura. He was hypnotizing himself, telling himself that he was King Mu of Zhou, King Mu of Zhou, and the master of the Eight Horses. He repeated this sentence again and again, and gradually, his soul fluctuations began to approach the soul fluctuations of King Mu of Zhou in the memory of the Eight Horses, and finally reached a level that was exactly the same as King Mu of Zhou.

The Eight Horse Chariot suddenly cheered and released countless auspicious lights to cover Wuqi. Under the perception of the Eight Horse Chariot, their master came back, and their master, King Zhou Mu, came back. They happily opened all the restrictions of the Eight Horse Chariot, opened the passage directly to the core of the Eight Horse Chariot, and welcomed their master's return. Wuqi was supported by a magical force and sat in the Eight Horse Chariot safely.

The trace of soul that Wuqi divided quietly merged into the ban core of the Eight Horse Chariot. Then the anemone suddenly rose from Wuqi's primordial spirit, burning the banned divine flames in all directions, completely destroying a wisp of self-divine consciousness produced by the Eight Horse Chariot. Wuqi divided the slightest bit of soul imprinted on the ban core, and firmly grasped the Eight Horse Chariot in his hands.

The seven holy demons of the little heavens suddenly separated, and the light around them dimly drilled back into Wuqi's body to cultivate.

Wuqi took back the soul he released and suddenly spewed out a lot of sweat all over his body. The energy in his body was almost consumed.

He stole the secret technique in the scriptures and successfully subdued him the Eight Horse Chariot, but the loss was too great, so he could still sit safely on the Eight Horse Chariot. This is because the Eight Horse Chariot is magical and automatically absorbs the essence of the surrounding heaven and earth to nourish his body.

With a long sigh, Wuqi patted the eight horse chariots and yelled softly.

The eight-horse chariot suddenly expanded, and the eight heavenly horses changed into a divine beast about eighteen feet long. Although they were in the shape of a horse, they were faintly like a divine dragon. The body of the chariot also became dozens of feet in radius, becoming a ball of no body, and only the flowing substance of golden auspicious clouds was seen.

Wuqi thought, and the Eight Horse Chariot turned into a stream of light and drilled out of his secret palace. The dozens of bans he had worked hard to set up, but before he could play any role, the Eight Horse Chariot crossed these bans. It was traveling through time, not forcibly destroying, but like entering a no-man's realm, passing through the formation bans arranged by Wuqi.

The frightened Wuqi hurriedly stopped the Eight Horse Chariot and looked back in shock. The mountain where he built the secret palace had been thrown 100,000 miles behind him.

With a thought, he moved through the void of 100,000 miles. This speed was almost as fast as that of the teleportation magical powers used by the cultivators of the Mahayana Mahayana. Wuqi did not have all his strength to activate the Eight Horse Chariot. He now does not have enough strength to activate the Eight Horse Chariot's full speed. He just injected a little bit of true energy, which made the Eight Horse Chariot explode. It almost scared him to death.

"If all the true energy of the present is injected into it, you can escape from a million miles in an instant. Even if the master of the Nascent Soul Transformation God uses teleportation power, he will definitely not be able to catch up with him!" Wuqi secretly calculated the speed of the Eight Horse Chariot, and suddenly laughed wildly with great pride.

After laughing for a quarter of an hour, Wuqi then put away the Eight Horses. The huge Eight Horses turned into a ray of auspicious light and auspicious aura. It merged into Wuqi's right hand, and condensed into a golden auspicious light the size of a child's palm on his arm. Among the auspicious light, eight looming horses were raising their heads and chests, as if they were neighing at the sky. With Wuqi's thoughts, this auspicious light could appear at will, which was extremely magical.

He laughed at the sky three times again, Wuqi counted on his fingers and hurriedly fled back to the secret mansion, and returned to Jidu with the help of a small moving array.
Chapter completed!