As soon as the thought flashed through Zhang Yu's mind, he quickly rejected it. Because the other party was not the Zuo Junjun of the Shenwei Army in his memory, but a person regardless of his body shape, appearance, or the attitude and attitude he displayed.
They are all very similar people.
There is a similarity here, but it is just his judgment. If it were anyone else, even the person who was most familiar with the Zuo Junhou, they would probably think that the two are the same.
As soon as his figure disappeared, he passed through the stone door and stepped directly into the open grotto hall in front. As soon as he entered the room, he felt that the weak turbidity that originally existed suddenly disappeared, as if he was isolated from the outside.
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His eyes flashed slightly, then he walked forward, along a dusty cliff corridor 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 living people in this person, but there is no sign of decay. It seems that his soul has just left, leaving only an empty body here.
This person has no clothes on his body, and his muscles and bones are exposed to form smooth and powerful lines. There are no flaws to be found, and he can almost be called perfect.
This man had at least reached the level of a Taoist cultivator in Chapter 2 during his lifetime, and his body's toughness was not only not inferior to that of Ning Kunlun at the time, but even exceeded it.
Logically speaking, even brothers cannot look so similar, but if it is due to the influence of supernatural power, it would not be surprising.
He thought to himself that this was probably because of the broken stone slab, and perhaps the people who gained strength from it might end up like this.
There are also some broken fabrics on the ground, which may have been originally worn by the person. Judging from the degree of decay, it should be ten years ago.
The man was half-kneeling on the ground at this moment, supporting his body with one hand, and stretching forward with the other hand, clenching his fist, but his wrist was cut open, and underneath, there was a support
There was a shallow layer of golden blood underneath the stone plate.
The blood has not dried up over time, but looks crystal clear, like golden slurry.
He moved his gaze away from this person and turned to the front, where there was a half-moon-shaped altar, with two shining stones on the left and right. The light was very dazzling, and it looked like two rays of sunlight coming in from the outside.
At the intersection of light, there is a sunken square stone trough.
As soon as his mind moved, he took out the incomplete stone slab left to him by his adoptive father, let go of his fingers, and let the object float forward, came to the top of the groove, and then slowly sank down.
After settling down in the stone trough, I heard a clicking sound, and a support platform rose up in the middle of the altar.
And inside, there was a metal box.
As soon as he paid attention, the thing floated up in the air and came to him. When the lid of the box was removed, what was revealed inside was another incomplete stone slab.
There was also a letter signed below, which was undoubtedly something left to him by his adoptive father. He took out the letter signed, and it was all written in indigenous characters. He read it carefully, and his heart moved slightly, and he glanced at the man on the ground.
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Then he walked forward, stretched out his fingers and dipped his fingers into the blood in the stone bowl. When he twisted his fingers, he could tell that the blood had a strong aggressiveness. Ordinary people would be eroded to death by these forces if they touched it even a little bit.
But if done in the right way, it can be used as a tonic, and those who touch it will undergo a beneficial transformation from the inside out.
The method of application is clearly stated on the letterhead.
Using that fragment of slate, even ordinary people can communicate with the "Supreme", but direct communication is not something ordinary people can bear, so it needs to be communicated by one person first, and then drink the blood of that person, and then communicate with the Supreme again. Only then can we achieve a higher level of "perfection" without any future troubles.
It can be said that the first person played the role of a sacrifice.
In addition, the letterhead also stated the whereabouts of another stone slab, apparently asking him to continue looking 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 road, you can see that there are still shallow footprints left on the ground, which should be left by the person in front of you.
His eyes flickered slightly, and after a moment, he saw the stone door on the opposite side move to both sides, light came in from the outside, and then a blurry figure walked in from the outside.
As he walked, he turned to one side from time to time, as if he was talking to someone, and he always walked on one side of the passage, which showed that there was another person beside him at that time, but this No trace of the past has been left behind, so it cannot be seen.
The blurry figure finally came to the altar, took something from the invisible man's hand, and then raised it up, as if thinking about something. This was a very strange sound, even if he only saw the remnants of the past. Shadows can all be heard faintly.
This figure was very thin at first, but as the sound surged, it gradually became taller. In the end, the figure shook a bit, staggered a few steps, stumbled forward, and finally half-knelt on the ground. And gradually it overlapped with the figure on the ground, and finally became motionless.
At this time, the man seemed to be moved by another person walking with him. His arm was lifted forward, and there was an additional container underneath. As the weight of the container increased, blood was obviously dripping inside.
He didn't see another person, but after a while, the stone door closed again.
But all this did not end here. After what seemed like a long time, the stone door was pushed open again, and another vague figure walked in.
This person walked to the half-kneeling person, took away the vessel filled with blood from under his arm, and placed another stone bowl underneath. After doing this, this person also left the place.
Zhang Yu took a step forward, looked at the man's leaving figure, then withdrew his gaze and turned to the half-kneeling man. The first person who walked with this man and could not be seen was probably his adoptive father.
But who was that person who came in next?
It's no wonder that there is only a thin layer of blood in the stone bowl. Most of the blood should have been taken away by this person.
When the person took the blood, he thought he knew the function of the blood, but the stone slab was still left here. Did he not know it or did he not need it? Or could it be that this person already knew where the next clue pointed to?
At this moment, he couldn't help but recall the time he spent with his adoptive father. There was nothing unusual about him. Although he looked like an ordinary person, he could tell that his adoptive father was unusual, and he could feel that this
His adoptive father also treated him with great care and did not have any ill intentions.
He looked at the bowl of blood. After he became a disciple, his teacher said that he might not be suitable for the path of spiritual practice. Was it because of this that his adoptive father prepared this path for him?
He thought for a while. If he wanted to find the real answer, he might have to keep looking.
However, he is not obsessed with this. For him now, these are just incidental, just to understand a question in his heart.
He flicked his sleeves and collected the bowl of blood. Although he had no use for it, since it was left to him by his adoptive father, he naturally wanted to take it away.
Looking around again, this ruins must have been cleaned up later. There are no statues dedicated to gods, but this area can isolate the turbid tide from invading, which means that there must be something existing, which forms a similar function to a spiritual gate.
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He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, and the whole world shook slightly. After about ten breaths, he opened his eyes and reached out to take it. Suddenly, the solid stone there shattered, and then a petal swirled down from the top.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the object, and a small electric light flashed in his eyes.
He put the item in his sleeve, turned around and walked out. As he left, the man half-kneeling on the ground turned into a ball of fly ash with a bang.
At the eastern foot of Anshan Mountain, on a mountain ridge 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 aggression like a wild beast.
Sitting among the crowd was an indigenous woman in her thirties. She had rough skin, a sharp face, and several superficial scars on her cheeks.
But it can be seen that she originally had a beautiful appearance, and she was covered in a gorgeous feather woven dress, with ropes tied around her arms and waist, which were strung with various kinds of spiritual creatures' teeth, and there was a handful hanging on her waist.
It is obviously a Tianxia style axe.
Opposite her, sat a man wearing a white mask.
At this time, a native with oil paint on his face and a feathered war flag ran in and said a few words in the woman's ear.
After hearing the report, the woman waved the man down, then raised her head and said to the masked man: "He just said that there is a giant white fish flying in the pastures of Ghana on the ancient Walu Mountain. You know that
What is it?"
The man in the mask bowed slightly and replied in the indigenous language: "The representative of Paya Wen'er, that is the boat that the god of Tianxia rides on. According to the news I got, this god should have arrived from the mainland of Tianxia."
of."
There was a serious look on the woman's face, and her body tensed up for a moment, and she said: "The god from Tianxia Kingdom, is he very powerful?"
The masked man looked at her and said slowly: "Very powerful. He is more powerful than all the Tianxia gods in the East Courtyard today. It was this one who single-handedly destroyed the original Blood Sun Kingdom."
