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Chapter 267 Records on the Stele
In the darkness like ink, the sense of panic originating from "lost" is everywhere.

Fortunately, Zhang Ming has been in this ghostly place for a long time, and he has developed some immunity. He sighed in a low voice: "Even if the so-called remnant soul emerges from the corpse, it is not the original 'me', right?"

Shi Mama was silent for a moment, recalling that the once huge and stalwart Xuanwu was now just a small black stone, and she couldn't help feeling a little sad: "Of course not."

"I am me, Xuanwu is Xuanwu... Even if there are similar memories, they are not the same."

"At the moment when Xuanwu was on the verge of death, he deeply felt the importance of communication, so he gave me the ability of spiritual language and part of his memory."

"The importance of communication..." Zhang Ming was quite speechless.

"At the same time, it endowed me with a strong life-saving ability. It may be that it had a little obsession with wanting to survive at that time..."

"It turns out that you are like a small clone of Xuanwu." Zhang Ming suddenly realized, "Looking at it this way, the last obsession of an extraordinary life at the moment of death is similar to the last wish of the Lan Jingren."

"The remains of an extraordinary life... really is a very idealistic thing."

Shimama seemed to have thought of something, and sneered: "I remembered, now you just borrowed a rule from the Demon God."

"If you die, you won't have an extraordinary relic, and maybe you will be polluted by the rules of the demon god and become an existence that endangers the world! You don't think that after you die, you can become an existence that protects human beings?"

"Guarding human beings? I just want to lie down. Whoever wants to protect me will protect me. If I die, I don't bother to care about human beings." Zhang Ming laughed loudly. After all, the environment in the abyss is very stressful, and he occasionally talks nonsense. You can also relax your mind, "Everyone is the same, if you, Shi Mama, die again, it is impossible to keep anything. Because you are not strong enough, there is no way to leave an extraordinary legacy."

Shimama is furious, do you have to tell the truth?I don't want to talk to you anymore, let's explore the abyss by myself!
"Stupid, you can only mock me, not me, right?" Old Zhang couldn't help laughing angrily.

Shi Mama immediately repeated: "Idiot!"

Zhang Ming forcibly resisted the urge to scold each other, so he could only bite the bullet and continue diving down.

……

The water pressure is increasing.

Groups of thin black lines seemed to have sensed something, and slowly extended towards Zhang Ming's direction.

They have a substantial body, wrapping around the armor bit by bit, producing a certain degree of pulling force. After a while, Zhang Ming's whole body was wrapped like a cocoon, unable to move at all.

"In my time, there was a similar monster called the White-haired Girl." Shi Mama suddenly remembered something and told a ghost story, "It has white hair all over its body, just like a dandelion. Want to blow it?"

"and then?"

"If you blow it once, it will trigger the white-haired girl's attack rules. The fluttering white hairs will fall down and infect you into another white-haired girl. If you don't blow it, it will use the white hairs on its body to tie you up , as food."

"There is also a monster called Ice Ghost. They hold a potion filled with poisonous gas made from their own hair. After you inhale the poisonous gas, your hair will fall out and you will become the next ice ghost. .”

Lao Zhang was silent, and finally said quietly: "Coincidentally, there are also ice ghosts on the earth, and they are at the level of world hunters."

"What are you talking about? Are these hairs of ice ghosts or white-haired girls?"

Shi Mama was nervous, and tremblingly said: "Just to scare you."

Zhang Ming: It's a pity not to be an anchor.

But the horror of the abyss is nothing more than this.

Don't know what's down there, or how deep the bottom is.

You have to fight these inexplicable things, and once you exhaust your energy, you will never be able to escape.

Fortunately, Zhang Ming is also a bold man with high skills, whether it is King Kong or lightning abilities, they are all his life-saving skills.

If it is impossible, he can also escape to the moon, and he has always carried the red moon coordinates.

"What monster's hair is this?"

Zhang Ming used the ability of "King Kong" to test bit by bit.

After this golden light touched the thin line, it seemed that some kind of substantive confrontation had occurred.

After some experiments, the "King Kong" with about 3000 combat units was able to break free from these messy black lines.

"After the black line was cut, it didn't seem to cause too much consequence..."

Immediately afterwards, he released a purple electric current, and the alienated lightning of about 2200 combat units could wipe out these things.

Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, the arsenal was abundant, and he was not in a panic.

"There's something strange down there..." Shi Mama suddenly said seriously, "It might be in a deep sleep."

"Oh...is it alive?"

"I don't know, it's not a normal creature."

"Is it better than me?"

"Should be stronger than you."

"I want to see what is blocking the exit of the abyss!" Zhang Ming felt that his body was heating up, and he was eager to try.

He didn't struggle any more, and let these black threads wrap around his body, sinking slowly.

I have to admit that the armor made by Honggang people is quite sophisticated and has excellent defensive performance. Even if it is bound by so many black wires, it will not be damaged in any way.

There is an oxygen supply device inside, so Zhang Ming is not in a hurry, so he descended for about ten minutes before gradually reaching the bottom of the abyss.

Countless furry, cocoon-like things are slowly wriggling under the ocean, forming a huge plush carpet.

Those black silk threads are emitted by these big cocoons.

Soon, under the entanglement of these black threads, Zhang Ming also became a big cocoon.

A chilly force was transmitted from the black silk thread.

"Well……"

This force is not pure destruction, but an indescribable feeling... Zhang Ming only thinks that it is extremely dangerous and may bring about some kind of irreversible mutation.

"What is this?"

"Will creatures with potential be transformed into abyssal species by these black lines?"

"Or, treat me as some kind of food and keep it here?"

He frowned slightly, purple currents appeared on the surface of the armor, and under the cutting of the lightning, a small hole was opened in the big black cocoon.

Through this small hole, Zhang Ming quietly observed the outside world.

The vision was too dim, and there were large black wriggling cocoons everywhere.

"Cut open a big cocoon and have a look."

With a flash of purple current, it suddenly opened a large cocoon nearby.

A red light flashed in his eyes, and inside... there was the corpse of an abyss monster? !

The monster's spine actually shone like a light bulb. When he realized that the giant cocoon had been cut open, how many times did the monster's body move?
But soon, more thin black lines wrapped the corpse again.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Ming swallowed involuntarily.

Shimama rolled over in a hurry, investigated for a while, and then rolled back quickly: "It's dead, the black thread is devouring and absorbing the flesh and blood on it. But the spine...doesn't seem to be dead yet?"

"Is it being digested?"

Unable to understand the reason, Zhang Ming simply didn't bother to think about it, so he simply cut off the bottom of the cocoon on his body, used the cocoon as a cover, and walked with it on his shoulders: "Where is that strange place you noticed? "

"Left...then continue forward."

After walking like this for half an hour, Lao Zhang climbed onto a giant cocoon.

His pupils dilated, extremely shocking!

Because not far away, there are huge stone tablets like mountains, which may be 5 kilometers long and 600 meters high.

The dense black lines wrap around the gaps in the stele, bringing people a thrilling beauty.

As for the stele, there are some unknown characters and paintings engraved on it.

Zhang Ming jumped on it, carefully pushed aside some black lines, and saw the complicated patterns on it.

A... primitive tribe?
Zhang Ming didn't know whether they should be called primitive tribes. Anyway, the civilized scene painted on it had a small population, perhaps only a few hundred people...Of course, it may also be due to the limited space, and it is impossible to describe all the tribes. Draw them all.

Everyone wears a mask, divination, hunting, gathering, forging, smelting, pottery.

However, no technology.

Only in a baby who has just been born and has not put on a mask, their general appearance can be clearly seen-a bit similar to humans, walking upright, wearing clothes, and having three eyes, one of which grows on the forehead.

When the baby was just born, it was stabbed blind and dripping with blood.

The baby burst into tears.

The size of this species is extremely huge, even ordinary individuals seem to be hundreds of meters tall.

The largest individual is even more like a mountain.

The main reason why they blinded their eyes was because above the sky, there was an even bigger existence—【Wanyan】!
It covered the sky, covered the sky, and covered the sky like a dark cloud. There may be hundreds of thousands, millions of eyes covering the sky, staring at this small group of people!
Eye!Eye!Every space around you is full of eyes! !
Paintings with an artistic flavor cannot fully describe the story that happened... But just looking at it, Lao Zhang couldn't help but feel a deep chill, felt severe pain in his skin, and began to grow eyes!

Immediately afterwards, a flash of lightning flashed in my mind, dispelling this trace of panic illusion.

Zhang Ming took a breath and calmed down.

I have to admit that this description of the panic atmosphere is already the pinnacle of art.

Zhang Ming is very satisfied with this painting, it has completely surpassed the artistic crystallization of Yanjiaoren and Lanjingren, and has been sublimated to another level.

"Hey, the archaeologists found something good."

"This thing... is really art!"

Near the painting, there are also large sections of text.

Although Zhang Ming couldn't read these bright red characters, every handwriting carried a kind of mighty aura, even after thousands of years, this aura still exists.

(End of this chapter)