Nazca paintings.
Lu Jun looked complicated as he passed through the vast wilderness and came to the eyes of the giant painting of the strange bird. He took out the Nazca gem and installed it in the recessed slot.
Click!
There was a slight sound, but nothing happened in the huge painting.
But he faintly sensed subtle changes in the force field in this area. The Nazca restrictions were slowly operating. With the return of the pupil gem, the function of automatically locking the enemy was turned off.
At least the next wave of 100,000 strange birds attacking the Jiuzhou Guofu team will not appear again.
Ordinary people may not notice anything when looking at the orange wilderness, so they are completely puzzled by the mysterious power that ordinary ground paintings can produce. There are obviously no patterns such as magic circles on them.
Little did he know, in Lu Jun's eyes, these simple curves contained magical principles, and only by practicing the Spiritual Carving Technique of the Summoning System could one get a glimpse of them.
They are not based in reality, but in the spiritual realm. The souls of monsters such as strange birds, giant apes, and spiders are burned into them.
He walked in the wilderness, carefully comprehending the mystery of this place, and feeling the traces of his old friends. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the Inca in that time and space.
At this time, Lu Jun paused for a long time, and the Night Thunder Dream Beast behind him absorbed a huge amount of warmth, and the main demon spirit completed its sublimation.
The majestic lion with black and white hair is sitting upright, and the nightmare realm is tainted with a sense of dream and confusion. A hazy realm is shrouded, and countless dim and evil ghosts are almost manifesting, and the ghosts are dancing wildly.
It stepped up to Lu Jun's side and called out in a low voice, "咴咴~".
Seeing this, Lu Jun came back to his senses, stroked the Night Thunder Dream Beast's body with explosive muscles, and said gently: "I'm fine..."
He couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that the nightmare realm of his summoned beasts had changed greatly. After vaguely grasping the nature of part of the fantasy realm, he could manifest real cursed ghosts, equivalent to the ghost punishment of high-level curse magic.
Lu Jun immediately thought that this place was the holy land of the Inca, and it was not surprising that his summoning system had a subtle influence on the spiritual carving technique.
In addition, the powerful aura exuded from the Night Thunder Dream Beast has steadily reached the level of mid-level commander or above. One step further will reach the peak of command, and preparations for promotion to monarch can be considered.
This summoned beast can stand alone when released. It is estimated that it will be defeated when it encounters the captain of the British team, Jerome.
After Lu Jun returned to Inca in this dream, he had laid an extraordinary foundation for all abilities. If he took out a single department, no one would be able to recognize it as the curse, mind, or space department?
This fundamental change in the form of the magic system generally only occurs in the super-level realm.
Now that he has gradually transcended the level of the Battle of the Kingdom, this event in which many young evil mages compete puts less and less pressure on him.
Besides, all said and done, even without him, Lu Jun, the Chinese team would have won according to the established timeline. Although the process was a little more difficult and a little lucky, they had to strategically give up one or two games to preserve their strength.
But a win is a win. At most, his participation can reduce the probability of a comeback and make the process easier.
"But we still have to get the divine seal of praise and the world-renowned reputation."
Lu Jun thought to himself, then he looked towards the refreshing fields, silently closed his eyes, the six realms of spiritual power spread out, and he used the psychic detection, coupled with the increase of the Night Thunder Dream Beast, to sweep across the fields inch by inch.
He returned to the Nazca Giant Painting for a purpose. In addition to mourning his ancestors, he also wanted to find a glass bottle.
That's right, it was something that Lu Jun left behind when he was disillusioned in time and space and was sent back to the present.
Lu Jun wanted to use this to verify something.
Not long after, he rode the Night Thunder Dream Beast and searched the nearby area, and finally found it on the edge of the Nazca giant painting, buried in the rock layer several meters deep underground.
Lu Jun had his own way of sensing this object. The glass bottle had already been marked with many marking methods when it was dropped, including the faith mark of the spiritual method, the thousand-mile soul lock of the curse method, and even the breath of time from space magic.
In the end, I didn't expect that in hundreds of years, all the beliefs, curses and other means were worn away. Only time remained, and I relied on this to find it.
"No matter how glorious a civilization is, it can't withstand the erosion of time?"
Seeing this, Lu Jun sighed, it was easy to understand the rocks several meters deep. Hundreds of years of crustal movement, wind and rain, and vicissitudes of life were normal.
If it had been a few hundred years more, it would have probably disappeared into the long river of history.
Buzz!
Lu Jun painted the constellations, with black and red star trails intertwining, a dark hole opening above his head, and a howling wind.
A black hill-like figure of a woman in white clothes emerged from the body, and the earth ghost appeared. The whole body shone with apricot-yellow light, and the heavy earth element breath filled the air.
In the blink of an eye, Bai Wuchang escaped underground and emerged again after a few breaths, carefully holding a glass bottle in his hand.
Over the course of hundreds of years, the glass bottles have become dusty and have some surface damage due to their age, but fortunately they are generally intact.
This bottle was carefully selected by Lu Jun. It is made of special materials that are very hard and corrosion-resistant.
Even so, it is lucky enough that it has not been crushed by natural disasters, magic battles, or picked up by others for hundreds of years.
Lu Jun guessed that some of the Nazca giant paintings are sacred places for South American Indians. No one dares to disturb them, and the probability of natural accidents is reduced to the extreme.
Huhu~
He blew it gently, and the breeze blew by, and the glass bottle returned to its original clean appearance, spotless.
Then Lu Jun's eyes narrowed, and the pure silver bright liquid was quietly flowing in the glass bottle, the liquid of time!
"Did you make it?"
Lu Jun sighed and said that the glass bottle he dropped carelessly contained not only several Lifan flowers, but also a large amount of space-time energy.
After hundreds of years of brewing, it finally became a liquid of time and space.
Although the weight is very small, less than half that of Mo Fan, it is still a top-notch material. When made into a special potion, refining it for your own mermaid will greatly increase the potential and speed up the cultivation.
Just like Mo Fan's Little Flame Fairy, it takes several opportunities to transcend the clan.
"The Thunder Dream Beasts of Night are all mid-level commanders, and Little Sui-kun is still the junior commander. Don't favor one over the other. The summoned beasts are not as good as the dimensional beasts. Who can I ask to explain to you?"
Lu Jun secretly thought, accept this liquid of time and space, let alone encounter real danger, take it directly to Xiao Shuijun, temporarily evolve into a monarch queen, and with his ascension state, he can fight with the great monarch.
"Does this count as interfering with time and space? Then why aren't I allowed to go further?"
With his goal accomplished, Lu Jun stood at the edge of the Nazca giant painting before leaving, silent for a moment, feeling uneasy.
He seemed to be in an indescribable state of mind, and suddenly took out the Universe Stone and stared at it intently.
Lu Jun held up the nine-aperture round sacred stone with his left hand and held it empty with his right hand. The blue galaxy of the spiritual system in the spiritual world shone, the mark of Li Fan flower bloomed, and the power of fantasy surged, condensing into an illusory sword blade.
Click!
The next moment, Lu Jun struck out. In reality, the green and yellow crystal surface of the Qiankun Stone did not change at all, but there was a crisp sound in the realm of nothingness.
(End of chapter)
