Really kneeling.
Kneel down on the ground and kneel firmly.
Zhong Zheng was startled when he saw his posture, "A man has gold under his knees. Even if there is a inheritance on the mountain, he won't pay such a big gift, right?"
Tan Shuo knelt on the ground, his face was ashen, and he didn't want to pay attention to him.
Zhong Zhengchu wanted to pull him up, but as soon as he reached Tan Shuo's side, his legs went weak and he knelt down.
Tan Shuopi smiled but said, "The man has gold under his knees, why are you kneeling?"
Zhong Zhengchu:......
Everyone:...
Mo Zunyue couldn't hold it any longer, "Guess why flying is not allowed here?"
He Beibei was panicked, "Why?"
"Because the formation increases gravity."
This group of people are fully armed and carrying heavy loads. Without any psychological preparation, who will kneel if they don't?
Mo Zunyue reminded them, "If you are not tired, just keep carrying those iron knots."
Some weapons cannot be placed in storage containers due to structural manufacturing issues.
But they relied on weapons, and they were reluctant to take them off. Tan Shuo didn't want to listen to Mo Zunyue, so he insisted on taking them all with him.
As a result, after walking a few steps in, I silently came out and started unloading my equipment.
It's so damn heavy.
In the end, they came up with a compromise, taking out two robots from the aircraft and letting the robots carry weapons on their backs.
Mo Zunyue:......
Okay, advanced technology is great.
"What exactly is inheritance? Is it mental cultivation, or a magical weapon or something like that?" Zhong Zhengchu asked as he walked.
"It's hard to say." Mo Zunyue explained, "Inheritance is the inheritor's lifelong income. It may be cultivation experience, magic weapons, or gold and silver property. It mainly depends on what the inheritor has and what he wants to leave behind. "
"So, inheritance is not necessarily about cultivating the mind?" He Beibei asked.
"Well, it could be anything."
In her previous life, she encountered an inheritor who left a pile of clever toys. After people fought desperately to get in, they found a pile of scrap metal and almost got angry on the spot.
"Is there only one inheritance in a secret realm?" Tan Shuo asked again.
Mo Zunyue: "Not necessarily. The secret realm is a space where great power is refined. As long as the owner agrees, other monks can also leave inheritance in it, or the inheritor divides his inheritance into several parts in order to have someone to inherit his mantle. It’s all possible.”
These words made everyone's eyes shine. If there were multiple inheritances, wouldn't everyone have a chance to get the inheritance?
Inheritance depends on opportunities. People who have no opportunities may not be able to see it when they stand in front of inheritance.
Those who have the opportunity, even if they can't hit it with eight poles, can still get it in their hands through nine twists and turns.
For example, Shen Fuwei, the sword cultivator's inheritance passed through He Li's hands, was snatched away by Tong Li, flashed before Mo Zunyue's eyes, and finally fell into Shen Fuwei's hands.
So Mo Zunyue didn't know how many inheritances this secret realm had.
Zhong Zhengchu looked at her suspiciously, "How come you know everything?"
She knows many things about the secret realm, knows various spiritual fruits and spiritual grasses, knows the attack skills of wild beasts, and even divides the realm of cultivation into different levels.
As knowledgeable as an ancient person.
These faulty cultures can no longer be found at all. Where did she know about them?
Her learning ability is also very strong. As long as she has read and heard the knowledge points, she can quickly understand them.
He was horrified by the fact that he was not smart enough to be human.
"I said I dreamed about it, do you believe it?" Mo Zunyue opened her mouth and started talking nonsense.
Zhong Zhengchu: "Haha."
Shen Fuwei was thoughtful. In fact, he had also thought about this issue.
From the time he met Mo Zunyue, she was very proficient in alchemy, painting formations, cultivation, etc. Where did she learn it from?
The group of people walked and talked.
As they walked, Mo Zunyue noticed something was wrong. The surroundings were too quiet, too quiet.
It was as if the muffler was suddenly turned on, and the sounds of insects, birds, and wind blowing leaves disappeared instantly.
He Beibei also obviously noticed the abnormality, "I lost contact with the Gu insect..."
Before she could finish her words, her entire body turned into wind and sand and disappeared.
"Fuwei!" Mo Zunyue turned around.
Shen Fuwei and others all disappeared, and the surrounding scenery began to become distorted and broken.
"It's an illusion!"
In an instant, the dazzling golden light broke through all the cracks and broke out of the shell.
She stood in the air, surrounded by dazzling golden clouds and dark evil energy, as if the sky was falling.
Under the entwining glow, there is an ancient formation composed of boundless golden light, outlined by dense golden lines.
Its complexity makes people dizzy just looking at it.
A man was trapped in the ancient formation. He was handsome and enchanting, and his whole body exuded a billowing demonic aura.
This is the scene before her death in her previous life.
The Demon Lord stood in the center of the formation, with strands of golden threads wrapped around his body, binding him.
But he acted like a normal person, as calm as if he was facing a life-and-death battle, more like he was sipping tea in the afternoon.
He raised the corners of his bright red lips and said calmly, "You won't kill me. Just like every other time, you had countless opportunities to kill me, but you didn't do it."
He was calm and confident.
Mo Zunyue looked at him quietly, letting the ancient formation drain her life force, but she still did not kill her.
She used her body to sacrifice herself to build this ancient formation, hoping to die together with the Demon Lord.
But she obviously didn't need to die.
Thousands of monks standing behind him saw the clues and shouted in her direction, "Do it quickly. As long as you kill the Demon Lord, remove the big formation, have the incense of the common people to worship you, and cultivate for thousands of years, you will still be able to do it." Our God.”
"Yeah, I can't stay here any longer."
"Please, do it."
The ancient formation requires a huge amount of energy, and every minute she holds it down, her figure will fade.
She was like a flickering light that could go out at any moment.
Demon Lord also noticed something was wrong, and the smile on his face froze, "Aren't you going to kill me? Do it!"
Mo Zunyue finally spoke, "Didn't you swear that I wouldn't kill you just now? Why do you want me to do it again now?"
The Demon Lord looked gloomy and gritted his teeth, "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Don't you want to kill me? Don't you want to save the common people? Kill me, now, hurry up!"
Mo Zunyue stood with her hands behind her hands, slowly closed her eyes, and remained still.
She knew clearly that this was an illusion and false, but she still made the same choice as in her previous life.
She could obviously survive that battle, but she chose to die together.
On the other side, Shen Fuwei was also struggling in the illusion.
He was in a large hall, similar to a conference hall. The structure of the building was made of metal. All the objects in the spacious hall were in cold gray tones, which was extremely depressing.
There were only a few people sitting in the front row of the hall. They stared at Shen Fuwei coldly, "This matter involves everyone's interests. You can't have your own way."
Shen Fuwei was very determined, "Wrong is wrong, and if I don't agree, I don't agree."
"What if everyone in the world thinks this is the way to go? Do you want to go against the world?"
