Just do it. After Feng Jueyu gave the order, he got up and carved a few big characters on the mountain bag, leaving instructions for Mo Xicheng and others. Then he and Lu Wuzai wandered around on foot. From the large number of skeletons

Among them, the remains of the ancient monks were found. After sorting them out one by one, they then searched to see if these people had left any tokens. If so, they dug holes to bury them, built them with gravel, and chopped down a few trees.

The tree spirit whittled the wood into a stele, carving his identity during his lifetime.

If there are no identifiable remains of ancient monks, dig a big pit and bury them one by one. Also, erect a wooden monument with the inscription: The spirit of the deceased sages and predecessors, and the inscription is engraved: Comrades and juniors stand respectfully, six characters.

The two men rummaged through a large pile of bones on the desolate plain and found the remains of dozens of ancient monks. Most of them had no names and were buried in the same pit. The rest were buried separately.

, it can be considered as a show of concern.

After the burial, the two of them stood in front of the tombs as monks, burned incense and prayed, chanted symbolically, and then retreated under the wall.

In the past three days, Lu Wuzai had surveyed the environment near the word wall. The constant moaning of demonic nature made him nervous at times, but there was no undead demon appearing, so Feng Jueyu and he both believed that this place was safe.

After arriving under the word wall, Feng Jueyu no longer dared to touch the word wall with his hands. At the same time, he memorized the words as Mo Xicheng and others did three days ago, but failed to memorize anything as expected. It seemed that this

The word wall does contain mysterious and unpredictable power, making it impossible for people to remember the divine words on it, and I am afraid no one knows why this is the case.

The two of them gathered around the word wall and looked at it for a while. Feng Jueyu suddenly thought: "Huh? Can I write down these divine words with the Myriad God Finger?"

Three days ago, he almost died after touching the word wall. After being saved by the fairy fish, he did not dare to violate the taboo of the word wall again. Today, he suddenly remembered it and came up with the idea of ​​trying it.

So he took out a jade slip and prepared a few Yuan stones, placed them beside him, looked at the wall of words, and faintly moved his fingers to familiarize himself with the strokes on the divine words.

These divine words are extremely subtle and very different from the divine words he knows. The most important feature is that the strokes of each divine word have one or two more strokes than the normal strokes of words. They look very much like a certain character.

A strange graphic symbol.

Feng Jueyu didn't think too much. He randomly found one with fewer strokes and seven strokes, and planned to copy it using Wan Shen's fingering method to see if he could copy it.

He dared to do this, and naturally he had a certain degree of confidence, because he knew Pantan's strength. Pantan was injured that day, but it was not too serious, and he was stronger than Pantan no matter what, so then

Try to hurt yourself once and see if you can copy down a few words.

With this idea in mind, Feng Jueyu was ready to copy.

When Lu Wuzai discovered this move, he was immediately startled. He came over and stretched out his hand to hold the emerald jade slip and said, "What are you doing?"

"I'll see if I can copy it down..." Feng Jueyu said with a calm expression.

"Are you crazy? You weren't injured enough last time, why are you trying again? What if something happens again?" Lu Wuzai was horrified by Feng Jueyu's experience that day, but he didn't dare to let him act recklessly.

Feng Jueyu smiled and took off Lu Wuzai's hand, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Lu, I have a sense of propriety. I experienced the last time personally. If I am not sure, can I do anything random?"

"No, I don't feel safe if you do this."

"Just keep your heart in your stomach..."

After Feng Jueyu took off Lu Wuzai's hand with a smile, he held the jade slip with concentration and stared at it for a while. After memorizing all the strokes, he activated the Ten Thousand Gods' fingering technique, exerted his true power, and began to draw on the jade slip.

I copied it, hoping to use my spiritual consciousness and true divine power to imprint this symbol on the jade slip, and then go back and study it carefully.

As he moved his fingers flexibly, Lu Wuzai began to sweat on his face. He couldn't stop Feng Jueyu, so he had to hide far away, for fear that something bad would happen.

Feng Jueyu ignored him and just worked hard to carve out this divine word. With the use of his true divine power, his fingertips moved the golden lines to print on the jade slip. After writing the second sentence, he

The pen was okay, but by the third stroke, he had some difficulty, and he had to look up to make a stroke, otherwise he would not be able to remember it.

In such a short moment, Feng Jueyu's forehead was sweating, and his fingers were trembling, but he still forced himself to imprint the fourth stroke. However, when it was time to imitate the fourth stroke, he was confused.

Because the true divine power has been exhausted.

"What the hell, I can pierce the ancient barbarian holy body with one finger of my all-god finger, but I can't write a single word?" He raised his head and glanced at the word wall, and was about to take out the second yuan stone to fully charge the true divine power, but

When he removed his finger, the three strokes previously written on the jade slip disappeared.

"Oops? How come it's not done yet?" Feng Jueyu was stunned for a moment, then picked up the jade slip and injected his consciousness into it, but there was nothing inside.

Really disappeared.

"Damn it, is it possible that we have to do it in one go?"

I originally planned to lose a few Yuan Stones and write down a few divine words, and then go back and read them in detail. Who would have thought that I couldn't accumulate the true divine power in the middle of writing, and now I wasted a Yuan Stone, but he could

I feel so distressed.

"Are you okay?" Lu Wuzai came over and looked at him in surprise.

"It's okay if you haven't finished writing it. It seems that the key to copying this kind of divine word is the last stroke. It's like the spiritual enlightenment in the last step of refining a weapon. It's very important. I'll try again."

Lu Wuzai said with a dark face: "Leader of the alliance, I beg you, don't try it, okay? If there is another problem, how will I explain it to the alliance?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter, I can't die." Feng Jueyu ignored it and took out the second Yuan Stone to fill his fingers with true divine power.

But this time, he kept an eye on it. There were too many strokes in the previous divine language, seven strokes, and it was impossible to complete it in one go. It seemed that the true divine power provided by a piece of Yuan Stone could only be used to write three strokes, so he had to choose those with only three strokes.

The divine words of BiBiHua were transcribed.

Thinking of this, he carefully sifted through the divine words on the wall and looked at them one by one. However, the divine words on the wall were too complicated, and most of them had so many strokes that they would definitely not be able to finish them all at once.

And there are only three strokes and two divine words, and I don’t know what they mean.

He read it for a long time and finally decided to write these two.

This thought flashed across his mind, and he sat down again, holding the jade slip in his right hand, and slowly exerted his true divine power with his right hand.

One stroke, two strokes...

When it came to the third stroke, he didn't dare to stop. He raised his head and scanned it, jotting it down in an instant. Gritting his teeth, he carved the last stroke on the jade slip as if he was risking his life.

Whoosh!

The third stroke fell, and the true divine power stored in the two fingers of the index was declared exhausted, but at the same time, a golden light soared into the sky and swept straight into the sky.

The transparency and intensity of the light are unprecedented in history. Although it is only as thick as a thumb, it shines thousands of miles away.

In an instant, a tiny hole was poked out by the strong golden light in the sky, which was covered with thick fog and obstructed vision, and soared upwards for more than ten thousand miles with no end in sight.

"I'll go... Such a strong artistic conception..."

For a brief moment, Feng Jueyu's consciousness moved, and he vaguely saw a huge divine symbol floating in the air, which was the one he had just carved. Although this symbol only flashed in the air, it was still full of symbols.

The mysterious artistic conception is extremely mysterious and unfathomable.

Feng Jueyu's eyes widened, and his body and mind were completely attracted by the symbol. Excited, he came back to his senses, and ecstatically took out another Yuan Stone to fill it with true divine power. He moved his fingers quickly, and put the second

Only three strokes of the divine words were engraved, and at the same time, another ray of golden light shot out, and another symbol appeared in the sky. As expected, it was still fleeting, leaving no time for him to comprehend it.

After a few breaths, Feng Jueyu injected his spiritual consciousness into the jade slip like crazy. As expected, there were two more symbols in the blank jade slip, which were the divine words he had copied earlier.

"I'll go and it's done..." Feng Jueyu couldn't believe it himself, but he was extremely happy.

"It's done?" Lu Wuzai didn't see the two golden lights at all. From his perspective, nothing happened.

"It's done, didn't you see?"

"What did you see?"

"You..." Feng Jueyu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that maybe only he could see this kind of imitation. It was another magical experience.

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu threw the jade slip away carelessly and said, "See for yourself."

Lu Wuzai was full of suspicion and used his spiritual consciousness to open the jade slip. When he looked into it with his spiritual consciousness, his whole body shivered as if he had been struck by lightning. Then he raised his head and looked at Feng Jueyu with admiration. His words were unfavorable and he said: "No,

You...you are...how did you do it?"

"Secret, haha..." Feng Jueyu let it slip in a low-key manner.

Lu Wuzai grabbed his hair and said obsessively: "You can copy it, but others can't. This is so strange. Hey, leader, there are so many more. You can copy them all."

Being able to receive divine words is a kind of opportunity. How could Lu Wuzai not know that?

When Feng Jueyu heard this, he poured out his cold air: "Mr. Lu, I think so too. Unfortunately, I can only copy these two. There are too many other strokes and I am not skilled enough."

"Ah? That's such a pity." Lu Wuzai's face was full of disappointment.

After a while, he calmed down and seemed to be comforting Feng Jueyu, but in fact he was comforting himself: "But it's good to be able to copy two, but Mo Dizun can't copy even one!"

"Satisfaction is a blessing." Feng Jueyu commented a little bit, and then looked around the wall of words for a while, trying to find out more secrets, but in the end there was no result, so he had to give up.

Zibi no longer meant anything to him, and half a day had passed before Feng Jueyu remembered that Mo Xicheng and the others had not come back yet. He felt something was wrong in his heart, and frowned and said: "Mo Dizun and the others

No reply yet? This has been too long?"

"Yes, I just sent it out and there was no reply." Lu Wuzai returned the jade slip to Feng Jueyu, who then put it away.

At this moment, the Hanba jade in Lu Wuzai's hand gave off a faint brilliance.
Chapter completed!