The heavens start from Quanzhen swordsmanship

In addition to Pangu who raised the axe, the four of them, Ancestor Yangmei, Ancestor Tuo, Ancestor Shichen and Shuijun, looked at each other.

There was a look of excitement on their faces.

Inspector!
If they also became inspectors, if nothing else, they could at least control one palace.

Compared to controlling the heavens and myriad worlds, they only need to obtain the origin to become an inspector, and then they can become the master of a branch hall in the Hall of All Worlds.

Even if they had no origin, Xu Zhiqing might still enfeoff them if they wanted.

But without the origin, they will never be recognized by the branch temple.

Just like Huang Yuanzi, although he was appointed as the master of the Divine Weapon Hall, his mark was not left in the Divine Weapon Hall.

Not only that, even if Xu Zhiqing gave him the magic weapon.

But most of the time, the magic weapon can only be used by Xu Zhiqing.

And he...can only use one clone.

Just when a few people were thinking about this, they saw Huang Yuanzi taking action without saying a word, even earlier than Pangu.

They are also ready to take action.

Huang Yuanzi said quickly: "Don't fight with me, I will get the first origin!"

Huang Yuanzi's figure flashed like a ghost, and three drops of blood burst out from the halberd pattern on his forehead, condensing into a blood-colored chain in the air.

His skinny fingers suddenly tightened, and the chain wrapped around the crystal on the third envoy's chest like a poisonous snake.

"You old man is looking for death!"

The third makes the face gloomy.

"Do you think I'm weak?"

As he spoke, his breastplate suddenly split open, spewing out Nine Revolutions True Fire.

The moment the flame touched the chain, the shadow of the Alchemy Hall behind him emerged in the fire, melting the blood chain into golden liquid.

Huang Yuanzi chuckled, and with a thought, he summoned the Divine Weapon Hall behind him.

Compared to the phantom of the other party's alchemy hall, his is real.

"I'm going to chop you to death!"

When Huang Yuanzi attacked the third envoy, Pangu's broken axe had already reached the second envoy.

Although the axe blade is broken, the intention of creating the world is not extinguished.

A white mark was split in the Chaos. The second messenger's magic weapon was a mirror, and he wanted to use the mirror to stop the Axe of Creation.

"Your axe is no match for mine..."

The second messenger was about to ridicule,
The next moment, the mirror in his hand shattered with a "crack".

Pangu looked at the second envoy with a smile.

"Your voice was too soft just now. I didn't hear it clearly. Why don't you say it again?"

He gripped the axe again.

"Why bother talking to them? Kill them!"

These words were spoken by the Devouring Ancestor. He turned into a black hole and pounced towards the Fifth Envoy, using his innate magical power to tear apart the opponent's time chains.

The fifth messenger sneered, and the lens between his eyebrows refracted thousands of fragments of time, each of which reflected the future of devouring the ancestor and being devoured.

The magic weapon he possesses is also a mirror, which also possesses the power of time and space.

Just as the mirror light was about to penetrate the black hole, the black ice barrier of the Water Lord Patriarch suddenly stood up, and what was swimming on the ice was not the reflection, but the time pattern reversed by the Time Patriarch.

Ancestors Shuijun and Shichen glanced at Ancestor Devouring.

The two of them laughed.

"You, don't be careless."

Devouring the ancestor, he snorted.

"You guys acted too early. I can handle it myself."

As he said this, he rushed forward again.

Seeing this, Ancestor Shuijun and Ancestor Shichen also took action again.

On the other side, Xu Zhiqing shouted loudly.

The God-killing Halberd suddenly broke down into seven streams of light, each of which pierced into the star track nodes under the feet of the seven messengers.

The most amazing thing was the seventh messenger, who used the space waves he had laid down earlier to let the phantom in time and space withstand the attack for him.

When these people were fixed by the flowing light, Huang Yuanzi and Pangu looked at each other, and then he used the blood chain to pull the crystal and hit Pangu's axe blade.

The next moment, the shock wave generated by the intersection of the axe and the spear shattered the remains of the three nearby small worlds into pieces.

The moment the crystal cracked, Huang Yuanzi smiled.

As soon as he had a thought, his shadow in the Divine Weapon Hall squeezed out from the crack, transformed into a gluttonous pattern and swallowed most of the origin in one gulp.

"Damn it!"

When the fourth envoy saw this scene, he threw the bronze pot in his hand away.

The bronze pot poured into the chaotic sea, and scriptures from the Sutra Repository emerged in the waves.

The words turned into golden-armored heavenly soldiers, surrounding Huang Yuanzi and Pangu in an instant.

Huang Yuanzi and Pangu's expressions did not change at all.

On the other side, Xu Zhiqing, who was using the Flowing Light technique, suddenly had the seven stars on his armor go out.

He injected the power of the branch temple into the Supervisory Seal. When the seal cracked with a "click", the star tracks under the feet of the six immobilized envoys twisted at the same time.

The most embarrassed one was the Sixth Envoy. Just as he was about to escape into the void, he found that the Guixu Palace was held back by the vengeful spirits and would not let him leave.

Those vengeful spirits were none other than the souls of the Creators who were refined by him personally.

The screams of the Sixth Envoy echoed in the chaos, and the vengeful spirits of Guixu Palace gnawed at his body like a cancer.

The Taotie pattern on Xu Zhiqing's armor suddenly lit up, and it forcibly drew in the scattered source of supervision.

"Palace Master, continue!"

Pangu suddenly roared, and the Axe of Creation split the chaotic sea pouring out of the bronze pot.

The axe light, carrying the diamond-shaped crystal fragments of the Second Envoy, streaked towards Xu Zhiqing like a meteor.

Xu Zhiqing raised his hand and made a fist, but the fragments suddenly twisted the moment they touched his palm.

The figure of the Seventh Messenger stepped out from the void, and the waves of time and space wrapped around his fingertips swallowed up the fragments.

"Do you think you've won?"

The seventh envoy's mask cracked, revealing half of his face that looked exactly like Xu Zhiqing.

The Supervision Seal on his chest emitted a green light, causing the pillars of the Hall of All Worlds to begin to rust.

Xu Zhiqing's pupils suddenly shrank. This was clearly a sign of the mirror's backlash! "Be careful of his homologous mirror technique!"

Huang Yuanzi had just cut off the third envoy's left arm when the shadow of the Divine Weapon Hall suddenly trembled violently.

Those swallowed up sources of supervision rampaged in the hall and were about to break through the wall.

At the critical moment, Pangu's axe power turned into a blood-red cage, temporarily restraining the source of the rampage.

He said in a deep voice: "We must kill the Seventh Envoy first!"

Xu Zhiqing suddenly let go of the God-killing Spear, allowing the seven stars on the armor to fall off.

The stars in the sky formed the Big Dipper formation, and each star reflected the hiding place of the Seventh Messenger in different time and space.

"Got you."

"Do you think you are the only one who understands the Tongyuan Realm Technique?"

He tapped the Tianshu position with his fingertips, and the black tide of resentment in Guixu Palace flowed upstream along the star track.

The afterimage of the first Supervisory Envoy that emerged from the black tide completely overlapped with the Seventh Supervisory Envoy.

The seventh envoy finally changed color: "How dare you use Guixu to devour the master..."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Zhiqing had already crushed the supervisory seal.

The seal snapped into two halves, revealing a bronze tree sapling dancing inside.

The roots of the seedling suddenly pierced into the Seventh Envoy's chest, frantically draining the homologous power from his body.

"No!"

The Seventh Envoy's body cracked like a terracotta figurine, and countless mirror fragments burst out from the cracks.

Each fragment showed Xu Zhiqing chopping down with his halberd, but when they touched the bronze tree seedling, they all turned around and stabbed into his own forehead. The Chaos Sea solidified at this moment.

The surviving inspectors were horrified as they saw the Seventh Envoy turned into a bronze statue and the seedling in Xu Zhiqing's palm had grown three silver leaves.

"That is... the true seed of domination!"

When the fourth envoy saw the object in Xu Zhiqing's hand, he suddenly tore the void and tried to escape.

But it was frozen by the mysterious ice of Shuijun Patriarch.

The Old Ancestor of Time reversed time and dug out the crystal from his chest.

Xu Zhiqing stared at the seedling in his palm, and he flicked three leaves towards Pangu, Huang Yuanzi and Shichen Laozu respectively.

"Refine it, and you will be the new palace master!"

"After the subsequent compensation, you will be able to fully control the branch halls!"

The moment the leaf sank into the brows of the three people, the entire Wanjie Hall shook violently. The bronze patterns of the Divine Weapon Hall, the Martial Arts Hall, and the Sutra Library lit up at the same time, projecting three new throne phantoms in the chaos.

The remaining inspectors changed color again, and the first inspector tore open the last scroll of time and space.

He turned and left without saying a word.

The same is true for the second envoy.

If Pangu and others want to become the new palace masters, they must first obtain the origin from them.

As long as they delay time, Pangu and others will be "squeezed out" from the branch hall after a period of time.

After all, they are all people without origin.

However, the next moment, Pangu's axe blade burst out with a bloody light of creation, and the chaos was torn into seven winding cracks.

His burly body suddenly swelled, and his muscular right arm actually began to show bronze patterns that originated from the Hall of All Worlds.

Obviously, he also knew what these people were planning.

“No one can leave!”

Pangu's roar caused the second messenger's mirror to explode.

As the axe light shattered the scroll of time and space, the halberd pattern on Huang Yuanzi's forehead suddenly detached and turned into a blood-colored cage that trapped the First Envoy.

His ten fingers flew, and thirty-six thousand bronze daggers shot out from the shadow of the Divine Weapon Hall, each of which was nailed on the key node of the scroll fragment.

He borrowed weapons from the Divine Weapon Hall.

"You old man is looking for death!"

The First Envoy's breastplate cracked again, and Chaos Fire spewed out again.

However, just as it was sprayed out, it was caught by Elder Yangmei who suddenly appeared.

The hollow willow roots grew wildly in the fire, transforming the real fire into emerald green juice to feed everyone.

It instantly cheered up several people.

The first messenger had an unpleasant expression on his face.

On the other side, the Seventh Envoy threw out the broken lens.

The lens carries the power of time and space, which has stained the blade of Pangu's axe, causing the blade to be corroded by bronze.

Instead, Pangu grinned and gripped the axe handle tightly, not worrying at all about the rust spreading down his arm.

"You underestimate me, don't you?"

Pangu suddenly threw the axe into the void.

The rust powder that exploded from the axe body turned into chains and entangled the third envoy who wanted to escape.

He had a clear goal, to kill one first.

So the third messenger became the unlucky one.

The envoy who specialized in alchemy was horrified to find that the chain was attached with the Nine Revolutions True Fire that he had refined himself.

The mysterious ice field of the old ancestor Shuijun suddenly unfolded, freezing the fourth messenger in the gap between time and space.

When the crystal on the fourth messenger's chest was crushed by the black ice, the gushing source actually condensed into a miniature scripture library in the air.

The Water Lord Patriarch was overjoyed.

"Old Huang, maybe I will get the first origin first."

At this moment, the most embarrassed person in the scene was the Fifth Envoy, whose time lens, which he was so proud of, was bitten by the Devouring Ancestor.

Every time the huge black hole-like mouth opened and closed, it tore off a large piece of the bronze mirror.

“I want to get the first one!”

As the Devouring Ancestor finished his words, a Sky-Swallowing Toad hidden on his body croaked.

The next moment, the fifth messenger suddenly felt dizzy.

The Devouring Ancestor seized the opportunity and threw the Fifth Messenger into a black hole.

Then he sealed the black hole, turned it into the size of a head and held it in his hand.

After doing all this, he did not forget to go and see Elder Yangmei and others.

"Mine is about to end!"

Seeing this, Patriarch Yang Mei and others sped up.

Several messengers could not hold on and fell into the void one after another.

Ancestor Yang Mei and others all got the origin.

None of the seven messengers escaped.

Xu Zhiqing brought a few people back to the Hall of All Worlds.

Amid the chaos, the bronze columns of the Hall of All Worlds burst out with unprecedented brilliance.

A hollow willow-shaped emerald green pattern appeared between the eyebrows of Patriarch Yangmei. Billions of scriptures in the Sutra Repository rolled back like a galaxy, forming a jade staircase leading to the center of the hall under his feet.

"Welcome back the Master of the Sutra Repository!"

Xu Zhiqing lightly tapped his fingertips, and the shadow of the Sutra Library disappeared between the eyebrows of Patriarch Yang Mei.

The entire Sutra Repository suddenly twisted and deformed as if it had come alive. The columns turned into hollow willow branches and ripples of time and space moved between the bookshelves.

Patriarch Yang Mei successfully imprinted himself in the Sutra Repository, and the next moment the Sutra Repository was separated and became Patriarch Yang Mei's "Hall of All Worlds".

At this time, Huang Yuanzi was kneeling in front of the Divine Weapon Hall, and the halberd pattern on his forehead had transformed into a complete Taotie weapon seal.

When he took the magic weapon handed over by Xu Zhiqing with both hands, the 36,000 remaining soldiers in the hall trembled at the same time, interweaving into a blood-colored recognition formation in the void.

"Using the spirit of the army as a guide..."

Huang Yuanzi cut his wrist, and a line of blood condensed into the shadow of a God-killing Spear in the air.

"Today I finally know what the true way of divine weapons is!"

He finally gained the complete recognition of the divine weapon as its master.

Huang Yuanzi was about to cry in his heart. This was obviously his magic weapon, but it had always been used by Xu Zhiqing.

Fortunately, it won’t happen again in the future.

At this moment, the Devouring Ancestor laughed wildly and shattered the three pieces of the World-Suppressing Mirror.

The black hole patterns on his chest were reorganizing, and a star-devouring map appeared on the ground of the martial arts hall.

Every star is the origin of the Inspector refined by him, and at this moment it is perfectly meshing with the bronze gears on the top of the temple.

He laughed loudly, then turned his head to look at Old Ancestor Shichen.

When he saw Old Ancestor Shichen, he was indeed a little surprised.

After the messenger tore it off, the black tide of vengeful spirits from Guixu Palace circled around him, but did not dare to get within three feet of him.

The hourglass of time in his palm was hanging upside down, and the sand grains were actually composed of countless broken time and space lenses.

"It turns out that the souls suppressed in Guixu Palace are not the dead souls,"

He stroked the emerging causal line.

“It’s all the altered branches of time.”

"From today on, I am the master of Guixu Palace!"

Then he looked at Xu Zhiqing.

Xu Zhiqing nodded.

The ancestor of the time returned to Guixu Palace.

Pangu came over carrying the newly born Axe of Creation, on the axe blade there danced bronze fire patterns that originated from the Hall of All Worlds.

Behind him followed the shadow of a palace.

Compared to several other people, Pangu became the palace master without saying a word.

He turned and looked at Xu Zhiqing.

"Now that things here are over, I'm going to continue wandering around in Chaos Universe."

"By the way, let's go check on those people who were chasing me earlier!"

After saying this, Pangu left immediately.

Xu Zhiqing was in a good mood. Pangu was going to fulfill his responsibilities.

He separated several branch temples, and he didn't have to be forcibly sent to other worlds by the Hall of All Worlds.

Now he controls the Hall of All Worlds.

Xu Zhiqing thought about it and turned to look at a few people.

"I guess you guys all want to add something to your own hall!"

"You guys go on your own too!"

Since the branch temples were divided up, they naturally needed to fill them with people.

On the contrary, he doesn't need it.

Patriarch Yang Mei and others bowed to Xu Zhiqing, then turned around and left.

Xu Zhiqing watched the others leave, and with a thought he disappeared from the Chaos Universe. (End of this chapter)