Cannon fodder female supporter's technological path to immortality

Chapter 182 Chapter 181
"Didn't you say that they can only jump half a centimeter away? Why are those guys already flying, and they are more than two meters high."

"Uh... it has mutated."

Xiao Ling guessed casually.

Su Wanyue sighed, and when she was thinking of a countermeasure, black elves flew towards her in the opposite direction.

"Fuck!" Su Wanyue backed away in fright.

However, when she turned around, she realized that there was also a group of black elves behind her.

She had no choice but to fly up to the sky, and when she looked down, there was a mass of blackness, all black elves.

Those black-glowed soul-destroying insects were still flying upwards. When Su Wanyue was about to fly upwards, she saw a group of black elves above.

Su Wanyue quickly transformed into a palm of spiritual power, grabbed a handful of black elves, and quickly fled into the air.

She raised her hand to fetch a glass bottle, sealed the palm of spiritual power and the black-mans soul-destroyer together in the glass bottle, and then closed the lid.

Xiao Ling flew over and was stunned when he saw this scene: "My sister~ Others are afraid of being infected with the black awn dementor worm, but you are lucky enough to catch it yourself."

"Without sample research, do we have to think of ways to deal with it out of thin air?" Su Wanyue put the glass bottle on the table, then took off the mask and put it in the ring space.

Immediately afterwards, Su Wanyue took off the Magic Bead and put it aside, picked up the bottle, and observed it carefully.

Without the phantom beads, the black elves turned into black dots the size of a needle's eye sticking to the wall of the bottle, which looked like some dirty things were stuck on the glass wall.

Su Wanyue said to Xiao Ling, "Keep an eye on them."

Later, she fired some magnifying glass lenses with quartz sand and other materials, and then made a handle with wood, inlaid it thickly, and placed it outside the glass bottle for observation.

The black-mounted dementor has been magnified more than ten times, and its appearance can barely be seen with the naked eye. It has a cylindrical body like a cicada chrysalis, no legs, no tentacles, no mouthparts, no nose... only a pair of small The eyes, the body faintly exudes a black light.

Su Wanyue observed for a while and asked, "What can restrain them?"

Xiao Ling smiled and said, "If the black mans dementor has a natural enemy, all the monks in the cultivation world will not change their expressions."

"That's not right..." Su Wanyue quickly retorted, "I'm also someone who has memorized the Zerg Records. Since it is so famous, why is there no introduction to it in the Zerg Records?"

Xiao Ling sighed: "I'm talking about the ancient times, the era in my memory. The black mans soul-destroying insects have been completely extinct in modern times. Of course you haven't heard of it."

Su Wanyue soon discovered another thing: "Since you have the inheritance memory from the ancient times, and you don't know the characters on the stone tablet, does it mean that the age of the stone tablet is earlier than the ancient times?"

Xiong Wudi laughed and said, "Who said that the stele can't be from the fairy world because it has to be ancient?"

"Impossible." Su Wanyue denied, "Although I have never been to the fairy world, I can understand that if the creatures in the fairy world want to trample on me like an ant, I won't be alive."

Xiong Wudi was lying on the ground, snoring, and during the time Su Wanyue was talking, Xiong Wudi fell asleep immediately.

Seeing this, Su Wanyue felt a little depressed: "Invincible is too sleepy."

Xiao Ling giggled and said, "It's just lazy."

"It can't be helped, who made it cute." It's so cute, it can't work all the time, it has to give it a little rest time.

Su Wanyue put the glass bottle aside temporarily, then took out the portal, and looked at the words on the stone tablet. No matter how complicated the words were, they could always be understood.

She read every word carefully.

Su Wanyue carefully read and studied the words. After watching, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and found that the words inside were relatively simple except for those complicated outer frames, and they were the same as the symbols on the stone wall she took outside.

With this thought in mind, Su Wanyue removed those complicated text boxes and wrote down the characters inside.

The paintings on the stone wall belong to stick figures, and there is a symbol under each person in the picture.

Su Wanyue guessed, is that symbol the meaning conveyed in the painting?
Following this line of thought, Su Wanyue opened the video and paused to the first painting, which was a villain stabbing a monster with a sword.

Therefore, that character is likely to mean: kill, stab, die, and hunt.

Su Wanyue memorized every conjecture at the back, and the most likely word was at the top.

In this way, she wrote down the general meaning of all the symbols.

Back to the text on the stele.

Based on her best guess, Su Wanyue translated the words on the stone tablet one by one, and then adjusted individual words according to the context and meaning of the inscriptions to arrive at the final result.

"The mortal world is buried in the sky, the earth is buried, the world is small, the universe is vast, and the soul burial clan is outside the world of mortals, and the heart is in the world of mortals. Outsiders are cautious about entering."

Su Wanyue read the contents of the inscription in one breath, and could only ask Xiaoling: "What is the Burial Soul Clan? Why haven't I heard of it?"

I thought that she had read so many books and knew a lot of things, but who would have thought that the cultivation world hides too deeply, and it's not that she doesn't know many things.

Xiao Ling recalled it for a while, and said slowly: "The Burial Soul Clan is in the same group as the Black Mount Soul Dementors. It seems that the Burial Soul Clan can raise Black Mans Soul Dementors?"

"I'm not very clear about the specifics, but the soul burial clan is not easy to mess with. Those guys live off souls. They have said to be cautious, so let's not go there."

Su Wanyue looked at Xiao Ling in surprise: "You seem to be very afraid of the Burial Soul Clan?"

Xiao Ling's two leaves snapped together, then fell down softly, and said depressedly: "There used to be a bad luck tree, and a few bugs were thrown on it. It didn't care at first, but when it found something wrong , half of its soul is missing."

"At that time, the black-mans soul-destroying insects had already covered his whole body. The more it fought back, the more ferocious the insects became. However, in a few days, its spiritual consciousness was swallowed up, and the spirit tree that was supposed to transform itself was beaten into an ordinary tree. Tree, there is no possibility of incarnation."

Su Wanyue sympathized: "It's so miserable."

"Indeed, it's too difficult for the Dao Lingshu to transform. That senior is about to transform." Xiaoling said, involuntarily moving away from the glass bottle.

Su Wanyue tapped her fingers on the table rhythmically, lost in thought, should she go to find the survivors, or just go back?

Keep looking, and it may be a great challenge.

However, Su Wanyue does not lack the spirit of challenge, so it is not her style to retreat to keep safe.

After Su Wanyue translated the meaning behind the words on the stele, she focused her attention on the frame of the font. Every word is in the shape of a square. The frame is a bit different, but that difference...

Thinking about it, Su Wanyue suddenly remembered: "I just said why it looks familiar, isn't that the formation diagram?"

After Su Wanyue made such a discovery, she immediately divided the frame and drew it.

(End of this chapter)