super unscrupulous student

Zhuo Yifan firmly believed that the existence of these six altars must have their meaning.

This meaning is because I will use the power contained in it sooner or later!

No matter how absurd it was, he always believed that the altar was built by himself, and the power inside was also left by him.

Then, all this must have its inevitable meaning.

For example, at a certain moment, I must use that vast power.

When exactly do you need to use such a vast force?

Zhuo Yifan didn't know, but he knew that that time would definitely come.

Although this also involves theory, Zhuo Yifan's timeline has never been a straight line.

In other words, this is his reincarnation.

For Zhuo Yifan, those things that seem to have happened in reality are an unknown future.

"My lord envoy, all of us have tried, but we really can't make the stele recognize the owner."

"If that's the case, then I'll try again!"

……

Enter the temple again.

Outside the temple at this moment, the soldiers of the temple are standing guard, refusing anyone except the patriarch and the envoy to enter.

"My lord envoy, everything is up to you. These pills can help you recover your spiritual power."

Ba Clan showed a rare dignified look, took out a bottle of elixir and handed it to Zhuo Yifan, looked at him expectantly, but didn't intend to go in together.

Zhuo Yifan nodded: "Master Patriarch, I will do my best. During the recent period, please pay more attention to the Lord Patriarch and beware of accidents."

Ba Zun was stunned for a moment, but nodded, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Zhuo Yifan walked in.

There was no one in the Holy Land at the moment, full of a sense of bleakness, just like Zhuo Yifan entering the underground passage of the Three Immortals for the first time.

It's just that there are a lot of bones missing here.

But the coldness and deepness are exactly the same, making people feel a sense of loneliness, as if they have stepped into the dust of history and are about to become a part of it.

Zhuo Yifan came to the altar.

The altar at this moment naturally no longer looks like an altar.

Gravel was scattered all over the ground, very messy.

The idol has turned into dust.

There is only one stone tablet rising from the ground, as if it has stood for hundreds of millions of years, full of a sense of historical heaviness.

A series of rune marks were engraved on the stone tablet, like the work of an unqualified mason apprentice, so clumsy and simple.

It is so clumsy that the lines are bent, and it is as simple as a child's graffiti.

But Zhuo Yifan knew that all this was actually not simple.

Because, this is the text of the rules.

One stroke, one stroke, is the rule.

The rules of the way of heaven, even the heaven and the earth must obey.

He stood in front of the stele, silently, did not use his spiritual power, nor did he use his spiritual sense to detect, but just watched and observed quietly with a pair of ordinary eyes.

Finally, he showed a smile, shook his head slightly, and spit out a few words: "This word is so ugly."

That's right, in the text of the rules, this word is indeed a bit ugly.

But it doesn't affect its power.

Because this is the Stele of Sealing Heaven!

It can suppress the entire Sky City and the Three Immortals!

But Zhuo Yifan has never understood the relationship between Qingtian City, Three Immortals, and Nether Tower.

A stone tablet can actually control so many places.

And what happened to the space-time array inside?

Zhuo Yifan really wanted to know, but he knew that there would be no answer here.

With a sigh, he unfolded his spiritual power and slowly covered the stone tablet.

This method has actually been used by every elder, but their spiritual powers disappear without a trace after touching the stele.

Zhuo Yifan was no exception.

The powerful spiritual power submerged in the stone tablet is like a mud cow entering the sea without splashing a single wave.

Zhuo Yifan didn't care, and continued to convey his spiritual power.

Soon, Zhuo Yifan felt that his spiritual power was almost exhausted. He took his time, sat cross-legged, and took out the elixir presented by the patriarch.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Hehe, it turns out that this is the magic pill that restores the power of the mind, and it contains the power of faith. I should have thought of it a long time ago. What in this world can be more pure and powerful than the power of faith?" fit the soul?"

Zhuo Yifan didn't swallow it in a hurry, but studied it carefully.

For him, as long as he figured out the ingredients of the elixir, everything would be fine.

With his alchemy attainments, it is very easy to replicate the same blood pill.

That's right, these elixirs are made by condensing blood elixirs.

It's just that what Zhuo Yifan couldn't understand was how in this era, they condensed the ethereal power of [Power of Faith] into a elixir.

This must be the biggest secret of the spiritual master.

Zhuo Yifan hasn't asked yet, he's not sure if the patriarch will tell him.

But he asked Ba Cheng and Ba Shan.

The answer the two told Zhuo Yifan did not satisfy Zhuo Yifan.

They said that this is a gift from God, and it can only appear at a certain time, and the output is very, very small.

It is also the biggest secret held by the patriarch.

In other words, only the patriarch of the entire Tyrannical Clan knows where this elixir came from and how it was formed.

This is the biggest secret of being the patriarch, even if Zhuo Yifan is an envoy, he can't force the patriarch to reveal it.

But Zhuo Yifan has now understood the secret of this real pill.

Zhuo Yifan had come into contact with the power of faith early on.

Even, he has many followers.

There are 5000 million people in Sky City.

Fifty thousand Yuan tribe fighters.

And many disciples of [Tianyao Sect].

They are generating the power of faith all the time.

However, how to transform this power of faith into a physical elixir and use it to replenish the spiritual power is unknown.

After studying for a while, Zhuo Yifan put away the elixir calmly, instead of taking it, he picked up the [Soul Devouring Staff].

The soul-eating staff contained powerful spiritual and divine power, which Zhuo Yifan usually stored in it for emergencies.

And now, it looks like the time has come.

A large amount of spiritual power passed through Zhuo Yifan and injected into the stone tablet again.

The stele is like a bottomless pit, absorbing everything in it, but it doesn't change at all.

Anyone who encounters this situation will probably give up.

Even the slightest fluctuation or change in the stele can make people continue.

However, the stele remained unchanged.

After absorbing all the spiritual powers of the Eight Great Elders and Badi, the stele has not changed at all, and now it is equivalent to absorbing the spiritual powers of the three Zhuo Yifan, and it remains unchanged.

Zhuo Yifan was not in a hurry at all. After exhausting his spiritual power, he meditated again to absorb the divine power stored in the staff, and the cycle repeated.

Time passed slowly.

Ten days have passed since Zhuo Yifan entered the temple.

The patriarch, Ba Zun, has been waiting outside. At the beginning, he was also full of confidence. After three days, his brows began to frown.

Five days later, he sighed at least eighteen times a day.

Seven days later, he turned around and left sadly, never to return.