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- The thought in Zhang Yu's mind just flashed, and he quickly denied it. Because the other party was not the Zuo Junhou of the Shenwei Army in his memory, but a person who was very similar to him in terms of body shape, appearance, and attitude.
The similarities here are just his judgment. If someone else came in, even the person who was most familiar with the Zuo Junhou, I am afraid they would think the two are the same.
As soon as his figure disappeared, he walked directly into the open grotto hall in front of him through the stone door on the first floor. As soon as he entered this room, he felt that the weak turbid tide that had existed suddenly disappeared, as if he was isolated from the outside. .
His eyes flashed slightly, and he walked forward, walking along a dusty cliff corridor and stone path, and came close to the man, but the man was still half-kneeling there motionless.
He took another step, came to the front of this person, and took another look.
There is no breath of a living person on this person, but there is no sign of decay. It seems that the soul has left, leaving an empty body here.
There is no clothing on this person, and the exposed muscles and bones form a smooth and powerful line. There are no flaws to be found, and it can almost be called perfect.
This man was at least at the level of a cultivator in the second chapter of the book, and his physical toughness is not only not lower than that of Ning Kunlun, but even surpassed.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for even brothers to look so similar, but if it is due to the influence of supernatural power, then it is not surprising.
He thought to himself, this is probably because of that broken stone slab, perhaps those who gained strength from it, may end up like this in the end.
And there are still some broken fabrics on the ground, which are likely to be the original ones of the person. Judging from the degree of decay, it should be ten years ago.
At this moment, the man was half kneeling on the ground, supporting his body with one hand, stretching the other hand forward, and clenched his fist, but a cut was made on the wrist, and there was a support underneath. On the stone plate, there is a light layer of golden blood underneath.
The blood did not dry out with the passage of time, but looked crystal clear, like golden ointment.
He turned his eyes away from the man, and turned to the front, where there was a half-moon shaped altar, with two shining strange stones on the left and right, the light was very dazzling, it looked like two rays of sunlight coming in from the outside, and At the intersection of light, there is a sunken square stone groove.
With a thought, he took out the incomplete stone slab left to him by his adoptive father, loosened his fingers, and let it float forward, above the groove, and then slowly sink down.
After settling in the stone trough, there was a rattling sound, and a platform in the middle of the altar rose up.
And inside, there is a metal box.
He fixed his eyes, and the thing floated up into the air, and came to him, and when the lid was removed, what was revealed inside was another incomplete stone slab.
There is also a letter sign underneath, which is undoubtedly something left to him by his adoptive father. He took out the letterhead, all of which were written in indigenous characters, he read it carefully, his heart moved slightly, and he glanced at the person on the ground.
Then he walked forward, stretched out his fingers to dip the blood in the stone bowl, and twisted his fingers, he could feel that the blood had a strong aggressiveness. Ordinary people would be eroded to death by these forces if they touched a little.
But if the method is proper, it can be regarded as a kind of tonic, and the person who touches it will have a beneficial transformation from the inside out.
And the method of use is just written on the letter signature.
Using that fragment of slate, even ordinary people can use it to communicate with the "Supreme", but direct communication is not acceptable to ordinary people, so it is necessary to communicate with one person first, then drink the blood of this person, and then communicate with the Supreme again, Only then can a higher level of "perfection" be achieved, and there will be no future troubles.
It can be said that the first person is to play the role of a sacrifice.
In addition, the letter signed also stated the whereabouts of another stone slab, obviously asking him to continue searching for such a thing.
With a second thought, he put the box into the star bag, then turned around and looked at the entire cave hall.
?Since this is a very closed environment, and there is only one way to get here, it can be seen that there are still shallow footprints on the ground, which should be left by the person in front of him.
His eyes flickered slightly, and after a short while, he saw the opposite stone door move away to the two sides, a light came in from the outside, and then a vague figure walked in from the outside.
As he was walking, he turned to one side from time to time, as ifHe was talking with someone, and he was always walking along the side of the passage, which indicated that there was another person beside this person at that time, but this person did not leave any traces of the past, so he could not be seen.
The blurred figure finally came to the altar, took something from the hand of the invisible person, and then held it up high, as if thinking about something, this was a very strange voice, even if he only saw the ruins of the past Shadows can be vaguely heard.
The figure was very thin at the beginning, but with the surge of the voice, it gradually became taller. In the end, the figure swayed, staggered a few steps, stumbled forward, and finally half-kneeled on the ground, And gradually overlapped with the figure on the ground, and finally became motionless.
But at this time, this person seemed to be moved by another person in the same group, his arm was lifted forward, and there was an additional container underneath. As the weight of the container increased, it was obvious that there was blood dripping inside.
He didn't see another person, but after a while, the stone door was closed again.
But all this did not stop here. After a long time, the stone door was pushed open again, and another vague figure walked in.
This person went to the place where the half-kneeling person was, took away the vessel full of blood under his arm, and put another stone bowl under it. After doing this, this person also left the place.
Zhang Yu took a step forward, looked at the back of the person leaving, then turned his gaze back, and turned to the half-kneeling person, the one who walked with this person first and couldn't see the figure was probably his adoptive father.
But who was that person who came in later?
It's no wonder that there is only a thin layer of blood in the stone bowl, and most of the blood should have been taken away by this one.
The person who took the blood was supposed to know the function of the blood, but the slate is still here, do you not know or don't need it? Or in other words, this person already knew where the next clue was pointing to?
At this moment, he couldn't help but think back to the time he spent with his adoptive father. There was nothing unusual about this adoptive father. Although he looked like an ordinary person, he could feel that his adoptive father was unusual, and he could feel that this The adoptive father also treated him very carefully, without any malice.
He looked at the bowl of blood. After his apprenticeship, his teacher said that he might not be suitable for the path of cultivation. Is it because of this that his adoptive father prepared this path for him?
He pondered for a while. If he wanted to find the real answer, he might have to keep searching.
However, he is not obsessed with this. For him now, these are just incidental, just to understand a question in his heart.
With a flick of his sleeve, he put away the bowl of blood. Although he didn't need it himself, since it was left to him by his adoptive father, he would naturally take it away.
Looking around again, this ruins should have been cleaned up later, there are no statues enshrining gods, but this place can isolate the turbid tide from infecting, which means that there must be something there, and it has formed a role similar to a spiritual gate .
He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, and the whole ground shook slightly. After a dozen or so breaths, he opened his eyes and reached out to grab it. Immediately, the solid rock shattered, and then a petal spun and fell from above.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the object, and there was a small electric light flickering in his eyes.
He put the object in his sleeve, then turned around and walked out. As he left, the half-kneeling person on the ground turned into a cloud of fly ash with a bang.
And at the eastern foot of the Anshan Mountain, on a certain mountain deep in the dense forest, there are hundreds of heavily armed natives sitting or standing in a circle, half of them are women. Although they are not as tall as the men here, they all have sharp eyes. , full of aggressiveness like a beast.
Sitting among the crowd was an indigenous woman in her thirties. Her skin was rough, her face was well-defined, and there were several rough and shallow scars on her cheeks.
But it can be seen that her original appearance is beautiful, and she is wearing a gorgeous feather knitting dress, with ropes tied around her arms and waist, which are strung with various spiritual creatures' teeth, and a handful of teeth hanging from her waist. Obviously Tianxia style axe.
And opposite her, sat a person wearing a white mask.
At this time, a native with oil paint on his face and a feathered battle flag in his hand ran in, and said a few words in the woman's ear.
After hearing the report, the woman waved the man to go down, then raised her head and said to the masked man, "He just said that on the ancient Valu Mountain, there was a giant white fish flying in the Ghana pasture. You know that What is it?"
The man in the mask bowed slightly, and replied in the native language: "The representative of Payawener, that is the boat on which the God of Tianxia is riding. According to the information I have received, this god should have come from the land of Tianxia. of."
The woman showed a serious expression on her face, and her body tensed up for a moment, and said: "Is the god from Tianxia Kingdom very powerful?"
The masked man looked at her, and slowly said: "Very powerful, he is stronger than all the Tianxia gods in the Eastern Court today, and this is the one who destroyed the original Blood Yang God Kingdom with one hand."
? If you like the Xuanhun Dao Chapter, please collect it: The Xuanhun Dao Chapter is updated the fastest. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)nbsp;The man in the mask bowed slightly, and replied in the native language: "The representative of Payawener, that is the boat on which the God of Tianxia rides. According to the news I got, this god should be from Tianxia. came from the native land.¡±
The woman showed a serious expression on her face, and her body tensed up for a moment, and said: "Is the god from Tianxia Kingdom very powerful?"
The masked man looked at her, and slowly said: "Very powerful, he is stronger than all the Tianxia gods in the Eastern Court today, and this is the one who destroyed the original Blood Yang God Kingdom with one hand."
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