I'm picking up attributes in the wasteland

Chapter 311

"How could this be? Can't see anything!"

Blood flowed from Ling Yun's body, and the wounds opened and closed, making people feel her distress.

Leng Qiu looked ahead, frowning tightly, his expression became extremely dignified, and said:
"There must be formations, but unfortunately I am not proficient in formations!"

Thinking back in the 33rd floor palace, after obtaining the outline of the formation, he had no choice but to enter the next level without taking a look at it.

If it can be studied for a period of time, it may have some effect.

No way, the Qinghai Magic Lamp was summoned again, instantly illuminating the whole world.

He was afraid that after the rare treasure came out, it would be destroyed by the ubiquitous sword intent, so he refused to take it out for a long time.

Now comes the crisis, and a risk is called for.

Maybe because it's not a living thing, the killing intent didn't target it, and it bloomed quietly with brilliant light.

Everything in front of me changed instantly, completely different from what I saw just now.

Although the mountain is still tall and straight into the sky, it is even more majestic, as high as a thousand meters, shaped like a long sword magnified countless times, straight up and down.

It was covered with a layer of blood, scarlet and glaring, and it was unknown when the blood flowed out.

The blood formed rows of handwriting, just like those crazy people said:

"Immortals are hard to bury, demons are hard to destroy, gods can't be destroyed, they're all dead!"

"Don't come, there are many bones on the road to hell, it's useless for you to be arrogant!"

"The world collapses, the world disappears, where is our way?"

The bloodstains are like the tragic song of countless people, with indescribable helplessness and sadness.

Those who once wrote the words in blood did not know what kind of despair they endured to write like this.

The two of them looked at the paragraphs of writing on it, some exuded gold, some exuded black, and some seemed to emit green light.

None of them are ordinary blood!
"The owner of the blood, what has happened to make him so desperate!"

Ling Yun's scalp was numb, his expression was solemn, his face was pale, and he could feel the endless despair between the lines.

How could Leng Qiu know, said in a low voice:
"Maybe it's a big change between heaven and earth? Let's go and see other mountains!"

Maybe they didn't take a step forward, so they didn't feel anything, they just saw it.

With endless doubts in his heart, he walked around the periphery and walked to the foot of another mountain.

The handwriting on it is still written in blood, but the meaning contained on it is quite different:

"I am the Sword Immortal, I came from ancient times, passing by the bustling and quiet, to see the Dao!"

"Climb to the sky, step on the song, go forward even if there is no way!"

"The fog rises on the road ahead, thousands of bones turn into dust, the avenue is at my feet, and I will go to the sky!"

……

On this mountain, there are pieces of rhetoric, which seem to be moving forward.

Positive words make people feel proud.

Leng Qiu frowned, what and what?
Don't you say that Jianshan contains great opportunities?

In these writings?
Master Yuansheng, what did you realize at the beginning?Or, is it a trap at all?
Just based on everything at present, I can't figure it out at all!

Even though the handwriting on the mountain peak looked very heroic, it still didn't enter.

Lingyun said lightly:

"Let's take a look around, maybe we can get some clues, and then go in?"

She didn't want to get into it fast and wanted to see more of the mountain.

Leng Qiu only had one word of indifference: "Let's go!"

The two of them didn't take a step beyond the threshold, they still went in other directions.

"The phantom beast is dead, the formation is buried, the restriction is destroyed, the divine way is broken, the immortal way is shattered, and the road is dead!"

"Everything is born, everything grows, the demon way rises, and the soul is immortal!"

"I draw the magic knife to the sky, and the blood will not destroy the sky!"

……

There are different bloodstains on each mountain peak, which makes people feel the tragic, heroic, desperate, high-spirited, peerless arrogance and so on of the owner of the bloodstains.

They even saw eighteen epochs that once existed, and the more ancient the era, the longer it was.

From 10 years, to tens of 10 years, to millions of years, tens of millions of years.

If they don't read the handwriting, they don't know that there was so much history hidden in the long river of history.

Leng Qiu's heart was filled with shock, the development of ancient history far exceeded his imagination.

The possible time of existence is far longer than the so-called earth time.

If you think about it, the earth is just a small fragment after the Xuanhuang Continent exploded, it is nothing.

What he saw and heard in front of him simply broke his heart.

The two walked around the periphery, leaving a trace of blood, and walked in other directions.

Cuihua and others, 180 meters away, with the help of the light of the Qinghai magic lamp, also saw a lot of blood, felt the breath above, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

They are just ordinary cultivators. Even if they are stronger than ordinary people, they are still just ordinary cultivators. They can't even count as ascending to the fairyland, and they don't have access to many secrets at all.

They were shocked in their hearts. They didn't know what happened in history. They only knew that a door to a world they had never touched had quietly opened the door.

In the shock, Leng Qiu and the two walked to the far left, completely invisible.

Only after recovering from the shock one by one, their eyes fell on each other's eyes, and everyone was shocked.

"There is a lot of history, gods and demons, formations, phantom beasts, prohibitions, stone men, magic ways, etc., where is the collapse, and it changes from generation to generation?"

Ye Feihua couldn't turn her head when she saw it.

Since the destruction of generations, there must be some terrible reason, otherwise it would not be so cruel.

"Who knows what happened in history? We only know that we can't get in touch now!"

Yin Miaoyi was working hard on how to keep the Heavenly Demon Sect, so she didn't think so much at all.

I can't even live on my own, thinking too much is just too ambitious!

"Although I am the chief disciple of the second-tier sect, I have not been exposed to these histories. Could it be that we are outdated, or there are too many hidden secrets!"

Sikong Huan considered himself superior, and said quite proudly.

"You wounded person, don't think too much. Our master is the chosen son of the Desolate God Temple. It's different and doesn't know anything? You think you're good!"

Cuihua despises him very much, is it interesting to talk about his status?

One sentence slammed the past, let him shut his mouth, and stopped talking.

"Speak less, seize the opportunity, experience the sword intent, and improve yourself. Only then will it be possible to know what happened in history!"

Chrysanthemum gave her a blank look, there is no need to change her mind for other people.

After the shock, I kept everything in my heart and prepared to adjust my breath.

It's too early to say that now, it's better to improve yourself.

What they were thinking, Leng Qiu and the others didn't know, as they walked slowly, they saw more blood-stained characters.

Of course, in another direction, I saw other people who were trying to explore.

"Look there, it's different from other mountains!"

Walking through the foot of a mountain, Lingyun pointed at the gap between the two peaks and suddenly screamed.

(End of this chapter)