When Wu Mingkong stepped onto the highest point of the platform, he looked down at the entire altar.

"Climb up and look far away."

After Wu Mingkong said this, he jumped down from the high platform. The whistling wind sounded in his ears, and all kinds of strange feelings passed through his closed eyes.

It landed silently, and there was not even a trace of dust rising.

"Shistorical supernatural plan, that's it?"

What was completed is naturally the solution. Wu Mingkong needs to guide himself if he wants to proliferate the time sensation to the direct body. He just improved the data parameters.

"The dragon-headed giant carries so many innate magical powers, including many innate magical powers that are temporally sensible, and even the power of the origin can become a different energy head. It is incredible that such a powerful race will perish just by looking at an existence."

Of course, Wu Mingkong didn't know that the great existence optimized the body of the dragon-headed giant when it arrived. It was this casual way that caused Long Hao to drink the dragon-headed giant juice squeezed by Wu Mingkong to turn into an evil thing that destroyed the world.

"According to normal circumstances, with so many talented magical powers, it will definitely be very strong. Why did the one I met was simply weak like a croaker? Although it might have been that I had just achieved the innate true body and Guixu's double pupils could not control it, why did that guy dare not even resist? He was so obedient and so cowardly?" Wu Mingkong was speechless, but he thought about it and dealt with it. It was useless to explore it again.

"Have you gained anything? If not, should we leave?" To be honest, Wu Mingkong was really afraid of this place, especially the high platform.

In a martial arts world with thin energy, such a super-specified thing will appear. If he is stronger, he might be able to see a trace of the mystery of time here.

From this point of view, Wu Mingkong can now be sure that the fact that Zhu Chong said that there is still a road above the master realm of the world may be true. The altar of the Luo Sect is enough to illustrate this.

Moreover, Wu Mingkong also guessed that the sacrifice of the Luo Sect was likely to be successful. The high platform, which was stained with a hint of time, proved that the word "time" was in the prayer translated by Zhu Chongbang.

"Something gained." Zhu Chong took out a broken letter from his hand, which recorded the final whereabouts of the three treasure scrolls.

Yin Zhengliang also put away the manuscript: "It's okay, the manuscript that Lord Yijun just gave me is the biggest gain."

As for Wuqing and the other three, they have never moved since they called and have been practicing.

Now Wuqing's body is covered with nanorobots, and even most of his blood has been replaced. The yin energy on Zhuiming's body is getting stronger and stronger. If he stays for a long time, he can see black fog and yin wind. It is the most normal iron hand. At most, his body is shedding from time to time or bleeding, indicating that his strength is gradually increasing.

Wu Mingkong felt a headache when he saw this situation. The painting style was quite normal at the beginning. How could the cultivator in white clothes now become the mastermind behind the scenes?

"Okay, let's go, there's nothing to do. By the way, where are we going?" Wu Mingkong rode on the blackzi and asked.

"The letter said that these three treasure volumes were copied by the right guardian of Luo Sect, monk Buchi, and took them to Jiangnan to preach. The temple name is Lotus Planting Temple." Zhu Chong briefly summarized the contents of the letter.

Wu Mingkong nodded, but he was complaining in his heart why this monk was not stupid and had to bring three treasure scrolls when he went to preach, which happened to be the three lost volumes. This was obviously left for Zhu Chong.

It also needs to be added to the time issue. It has been almost a hundred years. This so-called lotus seed temple will not have disappeared long ago.

Of course, these are not problems. With Zhu Chong's luck, the Lotus-Spring Temple is likely to not perish, and it is even likely to be very prosperous.

Even if the Lotus Planting Temple is gone, these three treasure scrolls will probably be left to wait for Zhu Chong.

"Go to Jiangnan?" Yin Zhengliang's eyes were dazed for a moment, as if he had seen the cause and effect all over the sky.

"Well, go to Jiangnan. This Jiangnan is not the place where you learn the most. I will also go to see the world and get a little literary." Zhu Chong seemed to see Yin Zhengliang's trance, so he said deliberately.

Yin Zhengliang nodded and said nothing.

Wu Mingkong also discovered something wrong with Yin Zhengliang, but in terms of luck and physicality, Yin Zhengliang had no problem, and he was a little listless, which was a bit strange.

He remembered that Yin Zhengliang didn't have much trouble along the way, so why did he experience some symptoms of listlessness? Judging from this situation, it was obvious that he was over-tired.

Wu Mingkong became concerned about this. He suspected that it was related to the altar in the Luo Sect site. To be more straightforward, it was the manuscript full of cuneiform characters.

"It depends on your poor spirits. Why don't you give me a few days to study the manuscript first?" Wu Mingkong didn't have any tactfulness and asked for it directly.

Yin Zhengliang did not feel reluctant at all and handed the manuscript directly from his arms to Wu Mingkong: "Then you study it first, tell me if you have any discoveries, and I will save the effort."

Looking at Yin Zhengliang with a smile, Wu Mingkong took it over: "Okay, no problem, I'll just have fun. I don't even know what this thing is. I can see anything from where I can see it. I'll just look at the illustration on the way."

Wu Mingkong's inconsistent words immediately made Zhu Chong alert, and he immediately noticed Yin Zhengliang's mental state. With just this connection, he could have known that this manuscript was unusual.

But Wu Mingkong looked left and right and never saw any difference in this manuscript.

"Okay, let's go." Wu Mingkong put the manuscript back in his pocket, and the few of them prepared to leave the Luo Sect site and go to Jiangnan.

Still ruthless, chasing life, and three tools of iron hand made way in front, Yin Zhengliang and Zhu Chong walked in the middle, and Wu Mingkong was behind the hall.

But when he left the altar, the manuscript that Wu Mingkong put in his pocket was thrown back by him. Zhu Chong also noticed it, but he didn't say it clearly. He also knew that it was better to have less than more than more. He was not afraid of ten thousand, but he was afraid that if there was a ghost in this manuscript, wouldn't it hurt Yin Zhengliang?

When they left the cave, the cuneiform characters in the manuscript suddenly turned into red lines and crawled out, disappearing on the altar.

In Yin Zhengliang's eyes, a red line melted at the same time, completely melted into his body, and the luck that poured into his body was completely integrated.
Chapter completed!