The wasted black stone tombstone gradually shed its splendor, revealing its true face. It was a complete handwriting, and the carvings were extremely neat.
But who has ever seen this text? Just the tens of millions of years that have come from this ancient time are enough to make one's heart palpitate. The handwriting of this ancient time is like a thousand-meter-thick moss. If you scrape it with your hand, not only can you not scratch it clearly, but on your own hand, It also has some grease and stains.
Everyone frowned and said, "What is engraved on this black stone tombstone, and what secrets are hidden in the gate? At this moment, we have become stubborn fools!"
However, few people noticed that the expression on Zhong Xia's face, who was standing aside, was no longer the innocent and cute look he usually had, but instead was filled with confusion and helplessness, while a trace of fear and a bit of melancholy gradually welled up in his heart. !
She trembled: "Brother...brother...you can't enter this place, you can't enter!"
In fact, the expression on Zhong Xia's face just now revealed every detail in Yu Zun's eyes. He already knew in his heart what weird things were hidden in the gate.
He nodded gently towards Zhongxia, then raised his head to look at the distant sky, and whispered: "Qier, do you know that I am thinking of you?".
She shook her head helplessly and thought to herself: "Qier knows that I miss her, but is she still in the sky, not in this black stone tomb?"
No one expected that the innocent and lovely Zhongxia could actually read the ancient characters on the black stone tombstone. The fool kept asking Zhongxia, "humbly" asking for advice, but Zhongxia seemed to be indifferent to reason, which quite frustrates the fool. The face of the Master.
After the sunny day, there was continuous rain, and after the rain, there was a blue and sunny sky again. A few people decided to explore further. After all, so many days had passed, but they had never seen anyone of the same kind in this wilderness. It was a chance visit. Got a big roc.
That big roc is so majestic. It seems that it has been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years, but it has finally become a meal in the mouths of a few people.
How many days later, Zhongxia was still murmuring in her heart: "That Dapeng bird is so cute, you must eat it, you must eat it...".
At this time, the deceitful master would give him a blank look and say: "You have eaten the most meat of the Dapeng, and now you are still trying to punish your lips and teeth. It is really abominable."
"Hey, stinky Taoist priest, I haven't fixed you for a few days, but you've talked a lot more," Zhong Xia said angrily.
Yu Zun, who was walking in front, could only smile a few times. This naughty and cute Zhongxia had already planted an indelible mark in his heart.
A few days later, we were no longer aware of the thousands of miles away from the black stone tombstone, but we were still far away from the black tower. No matter how we looked at it, the black tower seemed to be right in front of us, but no matter how close we were, the black tower was still far away. The appearance of the tower has always been the same size and has never changed.
Zhongxia said in surprise: "Brother, is the Black Tower in our hearts?"
Yu Zun shook his head lightly and said: "No, that black tower is not a dream, it exists in reality."
"Then why can't we get close to it?" Zhong Xia scratched his forehead in confusion and asked.
Yu Zun smiled and said, "Aren't you standing under the tower now?"
Everyone looked at Yu Zun with strange expressions. Only the pretentious man smiled knowingly and said, "After all, Yu Zun is still superior to the believers."
Zhong Xia frowned and said angrily: "What's the point of a stinky Taoist priest?"
The arrogant man laughed loudly and said, "Since you said that I'm a traitor, why don't you ask the believers?"
"You... you stinky Taoist priest, you will not die well," Zhong Xia said angrily with his hands on his hips.
Yu Zun smiled and reassured, and said: "Sister Zhongxia, why are you too anxious? When the Black Tower wants to show its true form, it will show itself. We will just stay here for a while, and wait until the Black Tower is "destined to show up". "When people" arrive, this black tower will naturally reveal its true form.
The night is vast and the ink is endless!
Several teams of men and horses were traveling across the wilderness on a dark, windy, moonlit night. There were many scars on their bodies, and the dried blood stains were stuck to the white gauze. Due to the intense movement, the blood stains still sprouted from the wounds. As time passed, scars formed on those wounds, most of which were sticky black blood scars.
There are at least fifty or sixty people in each of these teams. They wear different costumes. Some are wearing black corsets, some are wearing white robes, and some are wearing red skirts. Or some indescribable strange clothes, which are quite different from the clothes seen in the ordinary arena.
A woman with a red gauze on her face, holding a hunting knife in her hand, said quietly: "It seems that tonight is a good time to hunt. If we devour the inside of the monk, our cultivation will continue." deepened”.
A slim girl behind her said timidly: "Grandma, is this really okay? Those people I saw you kill just now don't look like bad people."
"Humph, what do you know, little girl? This world is originally a world of intrigue. If you don't destroy him, he will destroy you one day." The woman took out a whistle from her pocket and blew it gently. A clever lark's call.
In the wild wilderness, the rustling grass blades were like wild waves, rising and falling, as if there were thousands of soldiers and horses hidden among the grass.
Those monks in white robes fell to the ground for no reason. At first, some people shouted and cursed a few times, but then there was not even a breath of muffled groans. On the white field with the bright moonlight , a burst of blood mist floated up, but before the blood mist could be dispersed, it was sucked in by some grass plants on the ground.
This is the method of the Red Spirit Tribe, the Thousand Leaf Hands rumored in the world. The Red Spirit Tribe is good at controlling grass plants. The seemingly weak green grass branches and vines will become iron-like under their hands. Hard edge, and they have their own means of rebirth in their hands. A small tree in their hands will instantly grow into a giant tree that reaches the sky. Even some stupid dry grass and trees will come back to life in their hands.
But there is a thousand-year-old rumor in the Hongling tribe. If the rumor is violated, God will destroy Hongling. That is, do not fight against those who obey the sky, and do not ally with those who go against heaven. Therefore, in the rivers and lakes, the Hongling tribe It is indeed a tribe that stands out in the forest. Everyone respects it and keeps a distance from it, and everyone knows it but also alienates it.
The Hongling tribe is good at observing people's hearts. In today's world, people's hearts are not as old as before. The leader of the Hongling tribe ordered the Hongling tribe to go deep into the world to sympathize with the sufferings of the people and to judge the chaos in the world.
Rumors about the Gate of Heaven and Earth have been around for a long time. Almost every ten years, this rumor will appear in the world, and it will be vented for half a year. Everyone is interested, and they will give thanks to the heaven. In the end, most of them will be damaged, and they will lose some freedom. of madness.
Although the rumors this time are not as fierce and heroic as the rumors that come every ten years, believers are confident that the number of tribes or sects who have come to this wasteland for no reason has not only not decreased, but has increased several times compared to before, but it has also increased. I wonder if those ghosts and gods spread this ancient rumor so miraculously.
The white-clothed sect that was wiped out by vegetation just now was the famous sect of the Shujiang generation - Kuoye sect. The Shujiang River is the only major river that runs through the entire Eastern Wasteland, and Kuoye sect arose from fishing, and for thousands of years He made a living by fishing, and later developed and expanded. His industries include salt, cloth, antiques, escorts, etc., which can be described as countless. This Kuoyemen is also a first-class plutocrat in Shujiang River.
The news of Jianghu has originated in Jianghu, and in this generation along the Yangtze River, news is very circulated. Therefore, although Kuoyemen has less military power, it has its ears and eyes, and has the confidence to take a share of the pie.
In addition to Kuo Ye Sect, some of the slightly more coquettish sects in the world sent some elites to try their luck as heroes. They were not just coveting some martial arts books or gold and silver jewels. They came just to compete for one. The word "shi" is used to gain "quietness" when traveling in the world.
When we saw this desolate dry land, there was already a wail all over the land, and the sound of killing came from time to time. It was soaked in a black stone tombstone in the center of the wasteland, and it seemed to have collapsed, gradually integrating into the ground.
boom!
A thunderbolt struck for no reason. Where did the thunderbolt come from in this clear sky and vast wilderness? Even on a dark night when the stars are high and the moon is bright, the sudden burst of thunder is quite strange.
However, this thunderbolt could not stop everyone from chopping and killing. On the contrary, the chopping became more fierce, and the beating became more and more passionate, which gave Gu Hou the blood in his heart.
The corpses lying on the ground gradually sank into silence amidst the crackling sound of rain. The mud stains stained their bodies that were full of life, and finally turned into a piece of clay, sharing the same origin with the wasteland.
Feng Zhenzi from the Hongling Tribe only woke up from seclusion a few years ago. Although Feng Zhenzi has lived for more than ten thousand years, her appearance looks quite like some 17 or 18-year-old girl. Occasionally, some unfamiliar disciples would call them sisters when they saw them, but Feng Zhenzi just smiled and ignored them, showing no signs of anger.
The first one is nearly seventy years old, so he should be feeling tired. After all, these vicissitudes of life have lasted for thousands of years. Even these mythical figures will grow old after entering this mortal world, not to mention that they have experienced 30,000 years. Hua Zai is old.
The Hongling Tribe is not all women, but there are also some competitive people who are good at culture and martial arts, but they are even more defiant. However, if they encounter such heroic young men, the Hongling Tribe will never try to stop them. They gave birth to parents, but separated their families separately. This is the reason why some wealthy sects in the world are often founded by some elite members of the Hongling tribe who have not yet been wiped out!
Speaking of which, the main reason why the Red Spirit Tribe came to the world this time was also the gate of heaven and earth. Usually, the legendary heroes such as Feng Zhenzi would not be interested in these ridiculous miracles, but today, the Master The teacher saw that the end was approaching, so she led the crowd to pray for destiny to continue, which actually showed her loyalty and filial piety.
The sky is about to snow, and long songs are played from all sides. The drunken and solitary wait makes the world coquettish, and benevolent people gather together. They come here sadly, the wind blows and whistles, and the cold songs are played. The meaning is lingering, and the thin soil is sad, enlightening the world.
In the originally desolate wilderness, at this moment, flutes and songs were playing loudly, and the sound of war drums was beating in the sky, but a large army was moved from nowhere, and the iron horses fell into the ice river.
Yu Zun was sitting on a pile of stones, looking into the distance. This pile of stones was called Manidui, which was invented by Tibetan Buddhism. It is said that in this troubled year when the world's heroes were rising, it also gave religion some breathing space. Chances are, this Tibetan Buddhism comes from a small border town in the Western Desert - Tibet.
There is snow all year round in Tibet, and the wind is blowing cold every day, but there are devout believers who preach every day. However, the world has a little system and law because of this small Tibet, and this system and law are Control people's hearts rather than their shapes.
Tibetan Buddhism unites the world, but no one expected that there are thousands of Manidui in this vast and endless wasteland, which is really an eye-opener.
Yu Zun said with a smile: "The wind tonight is really uncomfortable. There is a gentle breeze inside and the swimming water in the pond outside. It actually reflects the sun and moon on our hearts."
