Chapter 84: The Best of Both Worlds Absorbing Inscriptions
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The pressure disappeared, and the gatekeeper wanted to go to Tianlong Pavilion to check. But then those ruthless golden eyes flashed through his mind, as if they were watching him from the dark side.
For a while, he gave up the plan of going to Tianlong Pavilion. With the senior protecting him, Huang Wuji wouldn't have any big problems. Besides, his mind was seriously injured just now and he hasn't recovered yet, so he might rush in rashly.
It will cause misunderstandings among seniors, and the gains outweigh the losses.
After thinking a lot, the gatekeeper looked at Tianlong Pavilion and shook his head helplessly. With such a senior protecting Huang Wuji, one can imagine Huang Wuji's status in this huge family.
No wonder his young age and solid foundation are unmatched by those at the peak of the Purple Pill Realm. From the first time he saw Huang Wuji, he felt that this boy was not simple. His seemingly erratic steps were actually steady and steady.
Although I have not seen the physical body, it is not difficult to imagine how strong and sturdy the body is.
The gatekeeper dragged his tired steps towards his hut step by step, wondering whether he should report today's events to the headmaster, Supreme Dao Xuzi.
Judging from the situation just now, the power exuded by that figure is not weaker than that of Dao Xuzi. Thinking about it makes me feel horrified. I don’t know if such an old monster appeared out of nowhere. Will he attack Dao Xuzi?
The situation is unfavorable, and all factors are lingering in the mind of the gatekeeper.
I don't know if I should report this matter to Dao Xuzi. If I report it and anger the old monster, I can't bear the horrific revenge with my own strength.
"What should we do?" The gatekeeper was confused for a moment, not knowing whether to report it or conceal it.
However, no matter how big the matter is, if you don't tell others, others will tell it. When the time comes, the Supreme Leader will know it. If he is questioned, he cannot afford it. It seems that he has to find a way to get the best of both worlds.
Although I don't know the old monster's plan, as long as Huang Wuji is protected from being affected by this incident, he should be able to see his painstaking efforts and won't blame himself even if he thinks about it.
With a creak, the tattered wooden door opened. The gatekeeper walked into the house, spat out another mouthful of blood, wiped the blood stains from his mouth with his hand, and thought to himself: "It's amazing, I haven't seen anything yet."
Can completely drive away the old monster’s spiritual thoughts!”.
This ray of spiritual thought is very tenacious. With a gatekeeper's level of cultivation, a ray of divine thought can be swallowed up or converted and driven away with just a few teases.
However, the spiritual thought left by the old monster is very tenacious. No matter what method he uses, it stays in the depths of his mind and does not move at all. It seems that he will not be able to get rid of it for a while.
"Hey??????!" The gatekeeper sighed. He didn't know if it was a warning given to him by the old monster. Anyway, there was no one to direct that ray of spiritual thought, so it could not pose a threat to him for the time being.
The most important thing at the moment is to think of a good way to get the best of both worlds, so that no one can draw attention to Huang Wuji. The gatekeeper does not dare to judge whether the divine mind has a surveillance effect, so he can only try to reduce the whole matter to a trivial matter.
none.
"What should we do?" The gatekeeper kept having thoughts popping up in his mind while monitoring his spiritual thoughts, but there was no way to get the best of both worlds, and he was in a dilemma.
The gatekeeper suddenly had an idea and thought of a good idea. Anyway, it was the old monster who caused the problem. As long as all the responsibilities were put on him and the relationship with Huang Wuji was removed, the old monster would not embarrass himself.
According to the gatekeeper's past opinions, generally old monsters who cannot leave the seclusion will not go out easily unless it involves something important or the disaster of annihilation.
Even though he said that he was also a descendant of the old monster who helped and protected him, there was no way he could blame himself.
Thinking of this, the gatekeeper gradually had a direction. The top priority was to heal the internal injuries that had just been blasted by the divine will. At the same time, he could also think of a few more solutions.
Just when the gatekeeper was thinking about how to clean up Huang Wuji's aftermath, Huang Wuji woke up faintly in the room and slowly opened his eyes. A dazzling light made him involuntarily close his eyes tightly, and a wave of severe pain shot through his head.
Then there was a wave, as if it was about to submerge itself in the deep sea, and countless dense and strange lightning inscriptions kept flashing in my mind.
"Ah??????!" The pain was so painful that Huang Wuji couldn't help but cry out. He covered his head and stumbled to the White Jade Cold Stone like a baby learning to walk.
In front of the stage.
With a bang, Zai couldn't help the severe pain in his head, and he fell down on the cold stone platform. The biting cold air turned into a thin mist, and slowly penetrated into Huang Wuji's body like clouds of smoke.
The biting cold air from the outside made Huang Wuji feel much better instantly. The severe pain in his head was relieved immediately, and a look of relief appeared on his face.
The lightning inscription deep in his mind was slowly frozen by the millions of years of cold air flowing into his body. However, the lightning inscriptions were not easy to mess with. The power of thunder seemed to open up the world, directly splitting the billions of years of cold air into ice shavings.
, dissipated.
The cold air of billions of years was continuously replenished by the white jade cold stone platform, and the lightning inscription only relied on its old foundation. The balance between the two gradually tilted from the beginning.
The power of the lightning inscription is getting less and less, and the cold air of billions of years is constantly increasing. The cold air of billions of years keeps pouring in, and gradually merges and condenses. A giant frost dragon slowly condenses in the depths of the mind, like a substance.
The head and tail are swung, and the majestic power of the dragon ripples.
The giant dragon condensed by billions of years of cold air is truly invincible and arrogant when faced with the thousands-foot-sized lightning inscription. If the powerful dragon tail is swept past, the lightning inscription will directly collapse and turn into little stars and disappear in the mind.
deep.
Huang Wuji, who was in a coma, suddenly felt that every time the frost dragon destroyed a lightning inscription, it would be absorbed by him. He suddenly had a new understanding of the heaven-sacrifice inscription.
In the past, I couldn't understand the inscriptions on offering sacrifices to the sky. When I recalled the inscriptions in the Animal Skin Book, I could still recognize one or two words in them.
However, these two words made Huang Wuji very concerned. They happened to be the first two words in the first line of the first chapter [Hell].
As soon as the word "hell" came out, Huang Wuji woke up from his coma excitedly, opened his eyes, and his face showed excitement. According to his words, the two words after "hell" should be "Devil City". Whether it is or not, he can't find out for the time being.
, unless one can absorb all the heaven-sacrifice inscriptions in the entire Beast Skin Book, there is no way to know the secrets in the "Celestial Craftsman's Book".
However, what Huang Wuji didn't expect was that if he wanted to understand the "Tianjiang Book", he had to use his thoughts or spiritual thoughts to see the true meaning of the book.
However, he happened to not know that he accidentally triggered the treasure book and almost put himself in danger. Fortunately, he got through it safely and successfully absorbed the two heaven-sacrifice inscriptions. From Huang Wuji's point of view, all of this was God's blessing.
Even so, Huang Wuji was a little embarrassed. He had suffered so much just now to absorb two inscriptions. There were hundreds of inscriptions on each page of the animal skin. There were nine pages in total. Nine in total.
There are more than a hundred heaven-sacrifice inscriptions. If you want to absorb them all at once, you are simply seeking death. If you absorb them slowly, you don't know how long it will take. The pain you have to endure is not simple.
"There are more than 900 inscriptions. Now I have only absorbed two. They are half-dead in clothes. They have been eaten to death even after a few times!" Huang Wuji clearly felt that his thoughts were fighting against the inscriptions for worshiping the sky.
At that time, it was all consumed. If it weren't for the help of hundreds of millions of years of cold energy, I would not be able to compete with the inscription of the Sacrifice to the Sky.
Moreover, the heaven-sacrifice inscription in the front may be the simplest text. If it gets worse as it goes to the back, the coldness of hundreds of millions of years will not be of much help to me. I can't try it again until I am completely convinced.
An hour passed quickly. Huang Wuji sat cross-legged on the white jade cold stone platform, constantly using the cold air of hundreds of millions of years to kill the remaining inscriptions of the Heaven Sacrifice. After the last word of the Heaven Sacrifice Inscription was destroyed by the frost dragon, another thought came to his mind.
I understood two words. As expected by Huang Wuji, the last two words were indeed the Demonic City. When read together, it was "The Demonic City of Hell".
Thinking of this, Huang Wuji's heart twitched with excitement, and he shouted crazily in his heart: "It seems that the secret of the Hell Demon City is really within the Heavenly Craftsman's Book. It really takes no effort to get it. We must try our best to find it."
I need to find some treasures that can enhance and replenish my spiritual thoughts. I must advance to the peak of the Purple Pill Realm in the shortest possible time and condense the real elixir, so that I can have my divine thoughts. When I have my divine thoughts, my strength will be greatly increased, and I can deal with sacrifices.
The certainty of the sky inscription will also be much greater!".
Huang Wuji regained some of his strength, walked down the white jade cold stone platform with shaky steps, picked up the "Celestial Craftsman's Manual" that fell one meter away, and plopped down on the ground, leaning against the wall.
On the other side, he was panting heavily. Just the short walk just now had already consumed the strength he had just recovered.
He slowly took the "Tianjiang's Manual" in his hand, not daring to read it carefully. He casually flipped through it from beginning to end, looking at the dense inscriptions on each page, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile.
Then he held it in his arms, gazed at the "Tianjiang's Manual" with affection, and held it tightly in his hands with excitement, and kept thinking to himself: "You are mine, I didn't expect it to be so easy!".
However, when he said this, Huang Wuji couldn't help but frowned: "It seems that the trajectory of history has really changed. I wonder if things that should appear in future generations will appear!".
"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Even if I change, it won't matter. I, Emperor Wuji, will still ascend to the position of the supreme Emperor of Heaven. No one can stop me. Ancestor Xuying, Ancestor Biluo, Ancestor Kuntian, Jiuzong
, there are eight sects and seventy-two sects, my emperor Wuji
I won't let you go so easily!" Huang Wuji clenched his hands tightly into fists, a violent and ferocious smile flashed across his handsome face, and an invisible killing intent rolled up the ice formed by hundreds of millions of years of cold air like a hurricane.