Two or three things in the copy

Chapter 169

When Wu Mingkong stepped onto the highest point of the high platform, he looked down at the entire altar.

"Climb high and look far away."

After Wu Mingkong said this, he jumped down from the high platform, the howling wind rang in his ears, and various strange feelings passed over his closed eyes.

It landed silently, not even a trace of dust was raised.

"The time-sensing ability plan, that's it?"

The completion is naturally a plan. Wu Mingkong still needs to guide himself if he wants to add the sense of time to his body. He just perfected the data parameters.

"The dragon-headed giant carries so many innate supernatural powers, many of which are time-involved such as Simultaneous Sensation, and even the overflow of original power can become a source of supernatural energy, so such a powerful race would actually look at a To exist and then to perish is unbelievable.”

Of course Wu Mingkong didn't know that when that great existence arrived, he optimized the body of the dragon-headed giant. It was just such a handy move that caused Long Hao to drink the dragon-headed giant's juice that Wu Mingkong squeezed for him and deformed into a The evil that only destroys the world.

"According to the normal situation, with the blessing of so many talents and supernatural powers, it will definitely be very strong, so why the one I met was as weak as a rookie, although it may be that I had just achieved the congenital true body and the double pupil control of Guixu at that time. I don’t think so, but why doesn’t that guy even dare to resist, so he is so obedient and cowardly?” Wu Mingkong was a little speechless, but he just thought about it and dealt with it, and it’s useless to investigate further .

"Have you gained anything? If not, shouldn't we leave?" To be honest, Wu Mingkong was a little afraid of this place, especially the high platform.

In a martial arts world where the vitality of the world is thin, there is such a super-standard thing. If he is stronger, he may be able to peek into the mystery of time here.

With this in mind, Wu Mingkong can now be sure that Zhu Zhong's statement that there is a way beyond the realm of the world's masters may be true, and the altar of Luojiao is enough to illustrate this.

Moreover, Wu Mingkong also guessed that the priest of Luojiao was probably successful, and the high platform tainted with a trace of time is proof that the word time is contained in the prayer translated by Zhu Chong.

"Some gains." Zhu Zhong took out a damaged letter in his hand, which recorded the last whereabouts of the three scrolls.

Yin Zhengliang also put away the manuscript: "It's not bad, the manuscript that Mr. Yi Jun gave me just now is the biggest gain."

As for the three of Wuqing, they haven't moved since they came here, and they have been putting aside their cultivation.

Now Wuqing is covered with nano-robots, and even most of the blood has been replaced, and the yin energy on Zhuiming's body is getting stronger and stronger. The most normal, at most, his body is shedding skin or oozing blood from time to time, indicating that his strength is gradually increasing.

Looking at this situation, Wu Mingkong felt a headache for a while. Obviously, the painting style was quite normal at the beginning, and the white-clothed cultivator has become the painting style of the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Okay then, let's set off if there is nothing else, by the way, where shall we go?" Wu Mingkong asked as he mounted Heizi.

"Jiangnan, the letter said that a copy of these three precious scrolls was originally copied by the right protector of the Luo Sect, Monk Buzhi, and brought to Jiangnan to preach. The temple name is Lotus Seed Temple." Zhu Zhong briefly summarized the content of the letter.

Wu Mingkong nodded, but he complained in his heart why this monk who was not crazy had to bring three precious volumes when he went to preach, and it happened to be the three lost volumes, which were obviously reserved for Zhu Chong.

There is also the issue of time. It has been almost 100 years. The so-called Lotus Seed Temple will not be gone long ago.

Of course, these are not problems. With Zhu Zhong's luck, there is a high probability that the Lotus Seed Temple will not perish, and it may even be very prosperous.

Even if the Lotus Seed Temple is gone, the three scrolls are probably left there waiting for Zhu Chong.

"Going to Jiangnan?" Yin Zhengliang's eyes were in a daze, as if he had seen the cause and effect all over the sky.

"Well, go to Jiangnan. Jiangnan is not the place where you have the most scholars. I will also go to see the world and get a little literary." Zhu Zhong seemed to see Yin Zhengliang's trance, so he said deliberately teasingly.

Yin Zhengliang nodded and said nothing.

Wu Mingkong also found out that something was wrong with Yin Zhengliang, but whether it was in terms of luck or body, Yin Zhengliang had no problems, and he was a little depressed, which was a bit strange.

However, he remembered that Yin Zhengliang didn't have much toil on the way, why did he show some symptoms of lethargy? Judging from the situation, it was obvious that he was overtired.

Wu Mingkong was concerned about this. He suspected that it had something to do with the altar in the Luojiao ruins, or more bluntly, the manuscript full of cuneiform characters.

"Zhengliang, seeing that you are not in good spirits, why don't you give me the manuscript to study for a few days first." Wu Mingkong asked for it without any tact.

Yin Zhengliang didn't show any reluctance, and directly handed the manuscript to Wu Mingkong from his arms: "Then you study it first, and tell me what you find, so I won't have to worry about it."

Seeing Yin Zhengliang who was grinning, Wu Mingkong took it over: "Okay, no problem, I'll just watch it for fun, I don't even know the word for this thing, so I'll just take a look on the road if I can tell anything." The illustration is boring."

Wu Mingkong's contradictory words immediately alerted Zhu Zhong, and he also immediately noticed Yin Zhengliang's mental state. Just by contacting him like this, he knew that the manuscript was unusual.

It's just that Wu Mingkong looked left and right, but he still didn't see any difference in this manuscript.

"Okay, let's go." Wu Mingkong put the manuscript back in his pocket, and the few of them prepared to leave the Luojiao site and go to Jiangnan together.

Still, the three tool men Wuqing, Zhuiming, and Tieshou led the way in front, Yin Zhengliang and Zhu Zhong walked in the middle, and Wu Mingkong was in the rear.

It's just that when he left the altar, he threw back the manuscript that Wu Mingkong put in his pocket. Zhu Chong also noticed it, but he didn't say it clearly. He also knew that one thing more is worse than one thing less. , if there is a ghost in this manuscript, wouldn't it kill Yin Zhengliang.

When they left the cave, the cuneiform characters in the manuscript suddenly turned into red lines and crawled out, disappearing on the altar.

In Yin Zhengliang's eyes, a red line also melted at the same time, completely melted into his body, and completely merged into one with the luck that poured into his body.

(End of this chapter)