The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Looking at it, she found that the content described on the relief was very interesting.

The protagonist of the relief seems to be a basalt.

No, it's not Xuanwu, it's just a mysterious tortoise with strange abilities.

Zhuo Yanjia took a closer look and found that although the giant tortoise was also surrounded by a spirit snake, it was different from Xuanwu's tortoise and snake.

Searching carefully on the wall, she finally found the place where the reliefs began. Zhuo Yanjia looked at them one by one, and understood what this series of reliefs were about.

The giant tortoise with the spirit snake wrapped around it is called King Camel.

The camel is quite cute when it calls.

According to the records of the relief, he came from Lize Lake in the East and lived for 12 years. He is an eleventh-level demon king, second only to the existence of the twelve-level demon emperor.

The eleventh-level monsters are unmatched by monks in the shedding state. At present, the highest level of monsters in the cultivation world is no more than nine.

Zhuo Yanjia thought to herself, could this be another large tomb left before the catastrophe?

Just like Feng Jing would steal the books of the owner of Feng Ni Valley, Zhuo Yanjia would also sneak into her father's study from time to time to read books secretly. She remembered that there was a bamboo book on her father's bookshelf for a short time, which told a very interesting story. View.

It said that about 10 years ago, there was a catastrophe in the world of comprehension, and in the next 10 years, the world of self-cultivation was actually in the end of catastrophe.

Zhuo Yanjia felt that it must be nonsense, the last kalpa is the age of the Dharma, the orthodoxy is declining, the energy of the heaven and the earth is exhausted, and all things are going to destruction in the slaughter.

There is no similarity between such a dark situation and the present.

Unconvinced by this point, Zhuo Yanjia really wanted to refute the arguments on the bamboo slips one by one, but before she could look down, her father came to the study, and she had to put the bamboo slips back quickly.

When I went to visit the study again later, I couldn't find that nonsense book again.

Zhuo Yanjia was only seven or eight years old at that time. Although he made bold words at that time, he wanted to find out this book and criticize it one by one. After a long time, he forgot. The words are imprinted in the mind.

Seeing the mural now, these two words naturally appeared in her mind.

Thinking about the murals on the main hall in the previous cave mansion, the emperor Yusheng was painted as omnipotent like a saint. Could it be that it is not an exaggeration, but that such a great monk really existed before the end of the era?

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yanjia couldn't help shaking her head.

Although she is not a proud and arrogant person, she still thinks it is impossible for her to admit that maybe it is really not as good as it was tens of thousands of years ago.

How could the world not be getting better and better, but getting worse?
With many puzzles in his heart, sleepiness gradually increased, Zhuo Yanjia yawned, shook his head to alert himself: "Don't be so useless, Zhuo Yanjia!"

Originally, all the way before was enough to drag people down. She didn't feel like dragging Feng Jing down. That was her third brother's share, and dragging Yun Ying and Yan Yi made her a little embarrassed.

With Yan Yi by his side as a comparison, and Yunying's calmness and decisiveness as a mirror, Zhuo Yanjia really didn't want to be a lethargic person.

You can't laugh at the third brother's laziness every day, but in the end you have become the third brother!

Thinking of it this way, Zhuo Yanjia twisted her thigh hard, the pain was so painful that she was about to shed tears, and she really became sober all of a sudden.