After regaining his strength, Fang Yingxing took Ba Twelve's hand and walked deeper. If corpse spirits can be produced, then the people buried here must be extraordinary. If you continue to explore, you may get great opportunities.
Suddenly, a strange expression appeared on his face, he lowered his head, looked at Ba Twelve several times, opened his mouth, and closed it again.
Ba Twelve wrinkled his little nose, his eyes were full of curiosity and doubt, his little lips opened slightly, and asked, "Brother? What's the matter?"
Fang Yingxing smiled and asked: "Twelve, what is your name? I keep calling you Ba Twelve, just like calling you a boy."
Ba Twelve's eyes rolled around a few times, and then he showed an innocent smile: "Ba Twelve is my first name. I didn't have a name before. I like this name very much."
Looking at her smile, Fang Yingxing felt his nose was a little sore, and he touched Twelve's head with his hand.
Why is he so interested in Ba Twelve? In addition to her hard work, concentration, and cute personality, there is another very important reason.
This little girl is very much like herself back then. She understands the feeling of loneliness and has experienced the cold eyes of others. But what is valuable is that she has qualities that Fang Yingxing does not have. She not only has Fang Yingxing's tenacity, but also retains a sense of innocence and purity.
He wants to protect this purity, just like Erfeng saved himself.
If I hadn't encountered Erfeng back then, would I have turned into a shadow body?
Thinking about it, I feel a little emotional. As a human being, the dark body turned to the darkness, but as a dark person, Ba Twelve was able to turn to the light under his guidance.
Some things are determined at birth, but there are always some parts that are formed later in life. There are thousands of roads, and maybe just a thought will lead to a completely different path.
He was still sighing here, and when he glanced forward, he found that Ba Twelve had already jumped forward, and she waved her hand, calling Fang Yingxing to hurry up.
Ba Twelve smiled: "Brother, why are you always in a daze lately? Come and see."
Fang Yingxing was speechless and even had a little self-doubt. Could it be that he was really old? Always think about this.
But the next moment, he was relieved.
I thought, how could I be old? I am now only eight years old, a young man in my prime, with a bright future.
When he thought of this, his face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat. He didn't care about his century-old memory at all and blocked it directly.
The little girl looked at him blankly.
"Brother, you are in a daze again..."
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There were no other obstacles in the depths of the cave. To be honest, this was the most unusual thing.
It stands to reason that a tomb left by a strong person of that level must be full of dangers. If nothing else, the previous restriction on the realm alone can fully show the power of the owner of the tomb. Otherwise, how could he lay such a tomb? The tyrannical restrictions only allow monks in the realm of spiritual creation to enter.
They didn't know how long they had been walking. As they walked, the two gradually felt the pressure and power around them increasing.
"It seems that we are getting closer to the body." Fang Yingxing looked solemn and became more and more cautious.
When he saw a thin wall blocking the way forward, all the nerves in Fang Yingxing's body tensed up.
This thin wall is really thin. Generally speaking, it can be easily broken by those who reach the first level of spiritual creation.
But the problem is that it would be terrifying for such a thin wall to appear in a cave of this level.
Fang Yingxing ran the Eternal Eye with all his strength, trying to observe the operation of laws in the thin wall, but could not see any flaws or abnormalities.
He immediately used what he had learned throughout his life and began to carve runes on the ground one by one for study.
After a while, the ground was covered with strange runes.
His face gradually turned pale, and he looked helplessly at the rune formulas on the ground, lost in thought.
Just when he was helpless, a roar woke him up.
Looking up, it was the little girl who smashed the thin wall with one punch.
His whole body muscles tensed up, he quickly hugged Ba Twelve, and used the Water and Fire Diagram to defend himself.
However, as expected, there was an accident.
Um……
The unexpected thing is that nothing happened and it couldn't be more peaceful.
Fang Yingxing looked at Ba Twelve's confused eyes and was also confused for a while.
After repeatedly confirming that there was no danger, Fang Yingxing walked into the space behind the thin wall.
After a dazzling light, the two appeared in a golden room.
When Fang Yingxing saw the creature in the center of the space, he almost exploded. It turned out to be a real dragon, with golden dragon scales flashing. Even though it was an infinite distance away, its terrifying aura was still captivating. Fang Yingxing could conclude that although its cultivation level was They have not reached the highest level. After all, if they are the highest level creatures, they have already knelt down and may not even be directly suppressed by coercion.
But his cultivation has definitely surpassed the Dao First Realm. In that realm, Fang Yingxing is nothing more than an ant.
However, it has fallen and is buried here. Only the remaining energy is shining brightly. Even so, Fang Yingxing also knows that once he gets close, he will inevitably explode on the spot.
After adapting to the pressure at the edge of space, Fang Yingxing began to sense the surrounding environment.
To his surprise, the spiritual attribute of this real dragon turned out to be metallic, and it could completely fill such a vast space with a kind of spiritual power by itself.
The corners of Fang Yingxing's mouth raised. This place was perfect for cultivating the Golden Spirit.
While Fang Yingxing was giggling happily, Ba Twelve had already begun to collect herbs from all over the ground. There were many elixirs here. Under the influence of the true dragon's energy, each plant was contaminated with some dragon's energy, and the potency of the medicine was greatly increased.
Ba Twelve pulled out a mushroom that was thousands of years old, and then stuffed it into the box she carried with her. Yes, it was the box containing steamed buns. After Fang Yingxing's earnest persuasion, she reluctantly did it. Bring stuff, just boxes.
No, the image is too strong!
In Fang Yingxing's mind, a song kept looping, with a brisk and lively rhythm, very pleasant to the ear, and he just couldn't stop. .
"Mushroom picking..."
On the wall, several lines of golden symbols caught Fang Yingxing's attention, but he couldn't understand them. They seemed to be ancient characters.
Unexpectedly, Ba Twelve was looking at these symbols seriously.
After browsing through it, her eyes lit up: "So that's it!"
Now it was Fang Yingxing's turn to be confused. What happened? It turns out that the illiterate person is me?
He couldn't help but ask: "Twelve, where did you learn it?"
Ba Twelve shook his head: "I haven't learned it before, but I don't know why, I just know it."
Fang Yingxing was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the ancestral dark matter around Ba Twelve, he was thoughtful.
It seems that this has a lot to do with Twelve's bloodline returning to the ancestors, but it is indeed strange that this kind of writing is integrated into the bloodline.
The original Dark Tribe was once very prosperous. At that time, there were several high-level people, which was indeed terrifying. However, they gradually disappeared.
To be honest, Fang Yingxing always thought that there were some secrets in this, but such a powerful race could not continue.
However, what surprised Fang Yingxing even more at this moment was that in such a space, there were actually texts written by the original Dark Tribe.
It seems that this true dragon has some connection with the primitive dark tribe.
