The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

"Boom!...Boom!" Before he could think any further, nine more tribulation lightning bolts struck down, this time at least twice as powerful as the previous one. Mosquito Daoist still used his flesh and blood to withstand the attack. When the smoke and dust cleared, he saw that his body was torn and bleeding. He immediately used his cultivation technique, and after a breath, all his injuries were completely healed.

Boom! ... Boom! ...

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"Boom!...Boom..." After the eighth wave of lightning tribulation, Mosquito Daoist was completely black, with not a single intact spot on his body. He was circulating the Blood Fiend True Scripture and Devouring Yuan Nine Transformations at full speed, but before he could recover from his injuries, the ninth wave of lightning tribulation struck down.

After a loud "boom," Mosquito Taoist opened his mouth and used his innate supernatural power to suck in nine bolts of lightning. Immediately, his entire body crackled and popped from the inside out. Mosquito Taoist sat there motionless, his whole body black. Even after the lightning disappeared from his body, he remained seated, as if he had passed away peacefully.

Beneath his dark exterior, he was circulating his cultivation technique to repair the damage to his internal organs, but his heart was not at peace. Just as the ninth wave of tribulation lightning descended, Mosquito Daoist wanted to directly unleash his spiritual treasure, but several images suddenly appeared in his mind.

Although the scene flashed by, there was no time to unleash his spiritual treasure. He could only use his innate divine power to resist, because his body was already extremely weak after the eighth wave of lightning tribulation. Fortunately, his innate divine power helped him reduce the power of the tribulation lightning by at least half.

In the first scene, he saw countless gods and demons fighting a giant man wielding a huge axe. Among them were those holding clubs, those wielding giant swords, those with a large seal on their heads, and those with three heads and six arms. All sorts of strange creatures were present, including a black mosquito with blood-winged wings. The golden light suddenly disappeared as the axe light approached.

In the second scene, the golden light disappeared, but the blood-winged black mosquitoes were also crushed by its pressure. However, the golden light went directly to another space-time, namely Earth, where Ji Wen was also hit by the golden light that fell from the sky and died.

In the third scene, Ji Wen reincarnates multiple times until the last time. In the passage leading to the Asura realm, his soul is first sucked in by a sudden crack, but the merit he has always possessed protects his soul. Finally, he is taken to the prehistoric world by the golden light of merit. Since the Asura race in the prehistoric world has not yet been born, he is attached to the blood cocoon of the blood-winged black mosquito.

In the fourth scene, the protagonist's own soul and the blood-winged black mosquito, which was annihilated by Pangu and left with only a trace of its true spirit, are vying for control of the blood cocoon. In the end, the protagonist, who possesses the merit of creating the world, is annihilated, thus creating the Mosquito Taoist with the soul and thoughts of a modern person.

After several months of healing, Mosquito Taoist finally stood up. The charred skin covering him fell off with a shake. Looking at his newly grown body, although it was not much different from before, he had now truly transformed into a human body, whereas before it was just a transformed body.

"This sense of realism is truly intoxicating. My skin has become whiter, and my body is stronger," the Mosquito Taoist exclaimed. After the joyful gathering, he felt the power after his breakthrough. His magic power and primordial spirit were both at the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, while his body refinement cultivation directly climbed to the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

What's most surprising is that after watching those scenes, he comprehended two levels of both the Law of Space and the Law of Devouring, and even touched upon a trace of the Law of Power. Although it was a little, there are probably very few people in the prehistoric world who can comprehend more than one law at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level.

Having experienced power several times stronger than that of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, Mosquito Daoist was still somewhat shaken. When the ninth wave of lightning tribulation struck, he knew that he had been tricked by Bloodwing Black Pattern, which was the obsession he had left in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This also made me realize something I had been trying to uncover but had been unable to find out.

Come to think of it, he could have been resurrected, but he was the one who interfered, so his death was really quite aggrieved. Of course, Mosquito Taoist didn't feel guilty. He had seen many life and death, and he had no relationship with Bloodwing Black Mosquito, so he naturally chose to live on.

Seeing that he was only wearing a few tattered strips of cloth, and the robes formed by his magic were completely ruined, he took out the materials he had collected along the way and, based on the appearance of his ancient attire from his previous life, refined a set of high-grade acquired spiritual treasures that were mainly for defense.

The set consists of four pieces: boots, clothes, belt, and a fan.

Mosquito Taoist wore plain-colored cloud-patterned boots, a white rainbow-trimmed robe, and a white jade belt. His long hair reached his waist, with two strands of black hair swaying in the wind at his chest. He held a white-tasseled black bone fan in his hand, and with his resolute face, he was the epitome of a young nobleman.

To be honest, mosquito humans aren't really used to mosquito bodies, probably because they subconsciously believe they are human.

"Past life, present life, go in peace." Since watching the four scenes, the obsession left in the sea of ​​consciousness by the Bloodwing Black Mosquito has vanished after being baptized by the lightning tribulation, and his thoughts have become clearer than ever before.

Putting aside his current affairs, Mosquito Daoist resumed his body tempering and treasure hunting on Buzhou Mountain. After his breakthrough in cultivation, his pace became extremely fast. When he reached the mountainside, Mosquito Daoist encountered a natural formation once again.

This is a natural killing formation. Mosquito Taoist has encountered many formations along the way, and the chances of finding top-quality treasures are not high. However, since he came to search for treasures, he should get his hands on them if he comes across one.

Despite his years of understanding formations, Mosquito Taoist still took nearly a year to successfully enter this natural killing formation. Once inside, the space was extremely vast, making all previous formations seem insignificant in comparison.

It wasn't that this space was particularly good, but rather that it was very desolate. Apart from being a bit large, there was nothing but wild grass covering the ground, and even a few ancient spiritual herbs were scarce. This made Mosquito Daoist feel incredulous, since the primordial world should have been full of rare and precious treasures at the beginning, not to mention a space protected by an array.

Puzzled, Mosquito Taoist plucked out one spiritual herb after another. Looking at the herbs that had no spiritual energy, he then examined their rich spiritual energy, which was even more abundant than that outside.

"Could there be a top-tier treasure here?" Mosquito Daoist muttered to himself. Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense. Only a place where a top-tier treasure lives could have such abundant spiritual energy, while other creatures are all sickly. This is because 99% of the spiritual energy is absorbed by that treasure, and the remaining amount is insufficient for other treasures to grow.

Thinking of this situation, Mosquito Taoist forcibly suppressed his burning desire and calmed himself down. He began to search slowly, scanning the space inch by inch with his divine sense. Sometimes, when he found something amiss, he would dig deeper into the ground.

A century later, Mosquito Taoist finally discovered that there was another hidden formation in this space. It was so well hidden that it would be impossible to find without careful searching. No one would have thought that there was another natural formation within a natural formation.