Chapter 122: Purple Luck, Desolate Ancient Inscription
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After killing Lord Jiu, Huang Wuji left the plain unimpeded.
There are still hundreds of thousands of miles away from Jianghuai City. According to Huang Wuji's pace, it will take at least two months to get there. After leaving the plain, Huang Wuji took Huang Yao all the way north and found a relatively remote place.
In the woods, I can’t wait to observe the purple light sword.
At this time, night falls, the moonlight exudes a light, soft and shy brilliance, and the entire forest appears quiet and peaceful. In the festival of spring, when all things are revived, the sweet chirping of insects can already be heard, filling the forest with vitality.
Walking into the woods, you can see a hill that is not too high. Huang Wuji and Huang Yao moved slightly, as if shrinking to an inch. In the blink of an eye, they arrived under the hill. The majestic spiritual power
Wrapped on the surface of the fist. Boom, the woods became quiet, the insects disappeared, the dust in the sky covered the soft moonlight, and a cave three meters wide and five meters deep appeared in front of you.
Huang Wuji carried Huang Yao and walked into the cave. A huge animal skin carpet was spread on the ground. He placed Huang Yao on the carpet. The purple light sword appeared in his hand. Holding the hilt, he looked at the simple and elegant sword body.
With lightning-like inscriptions, the sword blade flashes with cold light and purple-electricity luster from time to time, crackling, and the sound of lightning striking can also be heard.
The unusual performance of the purple sword made Huang Wuji full of interest. Looking at the lightning inscription, he seemed to have a familiar feeling, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
Huang Wuji lightly touched the blade of the sword with his fingers, and his fingers suddenly became numb with a snap. He bared his teeth and took a deep breath. He had a feeling that this was not the original appearance of the Purple Light Long Sword.
"Qi-Wang Technique" Huang Wuji's dark eyes flashed with a golden light, and the long sword of purple light appeared completely and clearly in his eyes. A dazzling purple light shot up into the sky instantly, which was so dazzling that he closed his eyes and did not dare to look at the purple light.
Look.
After a while, Huang Wuji adapted to the purple light and slowly opened his eyes. He saw a fist-sized ball of purple luck hovering above the sword body. The purple luck was like a gate, with a door above it.
The tiger-like beasts are squatting and lying down, exuding a powerful aura. It is not a cruel aura, but an aura of being fair and righteous, able to distinguish right from wrong, and seeing through everything.
"Purple Qi!" Huang Wuji was stunned when he saw the purple gas. How could purple gas appear? In his mind, including future generations, it had never appeared before. Looking at the color of the purple gas, judging by its depth, at least
It is also more than 8 million years old.
Dating back to eight million years ago, it was an era in the ancient times when humans, beasts, aliens, and gods were slanderous. Countless earth-shaking deeds also happened in that era. It was also an era when the three great god emperors of the human race, heaven, earth, and humans rose. The ancient times had great influence on every martial artist.
For people, it was the most tyrannical era of mankind. It was an era in which humans fought against heaven and earth, against beasts, against alien races, against gods, and in which the human race was most united.
Humanity drove away the alien races, destroyed the hope of the gods, and drove the ferocious beasts out of the Middle Earth. With the protection of the three great god emperors, the human race cultivated and recuperated, and produced a large number of earth-shattering magical powers, allowing the human race to survive time and time again.
A crisis.
"A long sword from eight million years ago!" Huang Wuji shook his head and couldn't believe it. In the ancient times, it was an era when gods were everywhere and martial arts were inferior to dogs. After hundreds of years of historical changes, this long sword
It is impossible to maintain such integrity, as if it has only experienced tens of thousands of years.
Huang Wuji looked at the Purple Light Sword carefully and finally found something suspicious. The purple energy of the Purple Light Long Sword floated with an extremely fine purple line. The purple line was connected to the void. The purple line only extended for about ten meters.
It was as if I had penetrated through space and entered the mysterious and unknown void.
"Eh!" Huang Wuji stared at the purple line floating out, looking at the purple energy on the long sword that looked like a door. He looked at the sword body and came to the conclusion that the purple energy was not from the sword itself, but from the sword itself.
Someone forced the purple energy into the sword. The purple energy should be something else.
Looking at the subtle purple energy extending ten meters, it seems that it is really connected to the location of the real destiny of eight million years. Then based on Huang Wuji's guess, the purple light sword may be a key to a certain cave.
A million years is such a long and long time that ordinary space cannot bear it. If you want to maintain it, you will have to at least maintain a large cave sky no less than that of Middle Earth.
Imagine how big the Middle Earth is, and how many days there are in the cave. Huang Wuji can no longer imagine what kind of treasures are hidden in it.
"Another weapon that can be seen but not used. Thinking about the Purple Dragon Sword that is still in Honglian Cave, this is the second one!" Huang Wuji shook his head helplessly, preparing to put the unknown purple long sword into storage.
In the abstention.
Suddenly, with a flash of inspiration, Huang Wuji inserted the long purple sword on the rock wall of the cave, and looked at the inscription carefully. There was a slight change in the inscription that was integrated with the sword body. It was this change that made Huang Wuji
Saw hope.
Huang Wuji discovered that the inscription was carved on by someone later. In other words, someone had been to the cave and came back for unknown reasons. In order to prevent the cave from being buried, he deliberately used his great magical power to extract a trace of the purple energy that maintained the cave.
Infuse it into the long sword, and then carve an inscription on the sword.
In this way, the inscription on the sword body may be a clue about the cave sky. Huang Wuji also thought about where he had seen this kind of inscription. It was a unique kind of heaven-sacrifice inscription in the ancient times. Thunder was the power of heaven. At that time
People of ancient times carved various postures of lightning as inscriptions to offer sacrifices to heaven.
The meaning of this kind of writing has basically been lost to this day. Huang Wuji also accidentally saw it once in his ancient book known as the Library of Middle-earth. There was only a few words in it, which only introduced the origin of the lightning inscription.
Although the lightning inscriptions were lost in the Middle Earth, Huang Wuji believed that among the Fangwai Sect that had been passed down from ancient times to the present, there must be ancient writings that he wanted to know. As long as the existence of ancient writings is discovered, he will be able to identify them.
method.
Huang Wuji was even more looking forward to the trip to Fangwai.
The sky gradually became brighter, and the night passed. After studying the purple light sword for a whole night, Huang Wuji did not find any other clues, so he could only put the sword into the storage ring. Huang Yao lay on the animal skin carpet and slept.
It's very fragrant, and the soft little tongue licks the corner of the mouth from time to time, as if he is reminiscing about something.
This time I went to Fangwai. In addition to Emperor Xiaoyue's treasure house, I also had a new task: searching for clues to the ancient inscriptions.
"Girl, wake up!" Huang Wuji pinched Huang Yao's little nose and shook it back and forth. Huang Yao, who was sleeping, reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at Huang Wuji, with a slightly angry look on her face, as if she was angry about why
She wakes up.
"It's time to set off!" Huang Wuji thought for a whole night and found that if he wanted to find clues to the ancient inscriptions outside the square, the most promising one would be the Daoxu Sect. The Daoxu Sect, like the Tianmo Sect, recruits disciples every ten years.
, this year is also the tenth year, and the recruitment of disciples is three months later than that of Tianmo Sect.
Based on the current time, it will take almost five months, which is plenty of time.
"Girl, let's go get something to eat!" Huang Wuji picked up Huang Yao in his arms, put the animal skin rug into the storage ring, and said with a smile. As soon as Huang Yao heard that there was something to eat, the clouds turned clear.
His face suddenly became happy.
After walking out of the woods, Huang Wuji looked at the direction. If he wanted to get to the main road, he had to walk west for a while before he could see the main road. Huang Wuji's figure moved as fast as lightning, tapping the ground lightly with his toes, as if he had shrunk into an inch.
Already thousands of meters away.
Swish, swish, Huang Wuji was like a ghost, with afterimages appearing and disappearing, frightening some wild beasts that came out to hunt during the day and hid back in their lairs, and it took several days before they dared to come out.
Within a quarter of an hour, Huang Wuji appeared on the road with Huang Yao in his arms. With the fake road guide, Huang Wuji no longer had to worry about the guards' interrogation. On the road, Huang Wuji spent five taels of silver to join a caravan.
Originally, the caravan would not allow strangers to join. However, this caravan is a small caravan. It only has three trucks and two people-carrying carriages, and the total cargo does not exceed 5,000 taels. It is a small caravan.
For buying and selling, most large-scale thieves are too lazy to rob.
In addition, Huang Wuji took Huang Yao, who looked only two or three years old, with a harmless look on his face. He got out of the car when he knew the city in front of him. For the price of five taels of silver, the caravan boss reluctantly gave Huang Wuji a ride.
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Of course, the fake road guide also played a big role. Without the guarantee of the road guide, the caravan boss would not dare to let Huang Wuji in.
Sitting in the carriage, Huang Wuji closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. He had observed the Purple Light Long Sword all night last night, but it was just the original automatic operation of the "Innate Heart Sutra" that restored the six levels of spiritual power in his body overnight.
At this time, I was bored sitting in the carriage, exercising my skills and regulating my breath to restore my spiritual power to its best state. After the confrontation with Jochi, my cultivation also improved, especially in the "Vajra Tempered Body Fist", which had a hidden breakthrough.
Feel.
During the exercise period, the caravan boss came to see Huang Wuji several times. When he saw Huang Wuji sitting in the car and sleeping with his eyes closed, he felt much more at ease.
Look, Beiping City is arriving soon anyway.
Two hours later, Beiping City arrived, and the caravan had to rest and reorganize in Beiping City. After the guards checked the road guide, Huang Wuji stood at the gate of Beiping City, looking at the crowds coming and going.
A tense breath.
After killing the younger brother of the Barbarian Emperor and cutting off the arm of the seventh prince Temu Tuore, the eldest prince Temu Shuchi was even worse. He was beaten so hard that he almost turned into an inhuman beast.
They all dropped one level, and it’s not like Huang Wuji didn’t think about being wanted.
But, who are Jochi and Torre? They are the real geniuses of Daman. Even the older masters are not their opponents. How could they make such a scandal public, instead of openly slapping them in the face? With this idea, Huang Wuji would
Feeling confident, I came to Beiping City to inquire about the news.
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