Cultivation of immortality starts from falling into a trap

It seemed like a long time had passed, and it was ...... again

"My head was a little dizzy, and I wanted to throw up, like I was on a roller coaster.

Wang Feng's face tightened, and he rubbed his somewhat swollen temples with both hands, and it took a while before he felt better.

"Wang...... Want Want ...... (Master, I'm a little scared!)"

Da Mao looked around uneasily, and the anxious voice sounded at the right time, as if he had been frightened a lot.

"Da Mao, you coward. Isn't there still your master and me, don't be afraid!" Wang

Feng was frightened, he felt that his actions just now were a little reckless.

Squatted down and gently patted Da Mao's back before calming down again.

When I looked at the environment in front of me, I saw a gravel path with no flowers or trees on either side of the path.

"What kind of place is this?" Wang

Feng's expression was solemn, and no one answered his question left or right.

Without much thought, he walked along the path to the center, where a square stone tablet could be seen, no more than three feet seven inches high, and the whole body was made of fiery red, and I don't know what kind of material it was made of.

If you get closer, you can see some patterns carved on it, flowers, birds, fish, insects, birds and animals, mountains, rivers and lakes seem to be all-encompassing.

It's hard to imagine that the small stele depicts so much content, but it doesn't give people a sense of disorganization, but it feels like it should be, and it feels like it's natural.

"This stone tablet is not simple!" Wang

Feng looked nervous, he didn't dare to step forward to touch it, he always felt that the fiery red color seemed to faintly declare that the king was inviolable.

If you touch it rashly, I am afraid that something bad will happen, which is an instinctive intuition.

Looking at the back of the stele instead, there are only two engravings.

Located in the middle of the stele two-quarters and three-quarters, it depicts a mountain peak and a cloud.

"Could it be that this side is actually depicting the name of the stone tablet, Shanyun?" Wang Feng lowered his head and thought secretly.

The stone monument standing there seemed to tremble slightly, and in the next second, a strange beam of light invisible to the naked eye disappeared in a flash, disappearing into his eyes.

Wang Feng stood on the spot, as if he hadn't noticed the abnormality just now.

"Zhentian", a mechanical voice spat out from Wang Feng's mouth.

Wang Feng stood stupidly on the spot and hurriedly covered his mouth.

I couldn't believe that those two words came out of my own mouth.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

However, in his heart, he decided that this not simple stone tablet should be called "Zhentian", not the "mountain cloud" that he had thought in his heart before.

"Zhentian ......"

Wang Feng looked at the fiery stone tablet, inadvertently muttered a few more times in his heart, and suddenly felt an invisible pressure from the void above his head to the entire body and mind.

"Rubbing" took a few steps backwards, almost kneeling on the ground, panting, and a chill in his back.

Wang Feng's face was ugly, and he took a few steps back away from the stone tablet, only then did he feel that invisible pressure dissipate.

Da Mao, who followed closely, as if he didn't feel the pressure just now, tilted his head and looked at the stone tablet.

"Want Want... Want Want Wang... (Master, I suddenly want to pee.)

Da Mao tilted the dog's head and glanced at his master, as if he wanted to pee on the stone tablet.

"Da Mao, this place is weird, hold it for a while.

Wang Feng was shocked, and when he saw Da Mao's actions at this time, he was almost half frightened, and hurriedly called him over.

Don't dare to stop any longer, take three steps and walk in two steps.

Bypass the Zhentian Stone Monument and continue walking inward along the gravel path.

At the end of the path was a hole that only allowed one person to pass through, and Wang Feng stepped inside without too much hesitation.

After walking about twenty steps, the inside suddenly opened up, and the eye came into an open area of about thirty square meters.

In the center, there are several stone tables and benches.

I walked up and took a closer look, but I didn't find anything unusual except that the incision was smoother, it was all cut from a stone that Wang Feng couldn't name.

He didn't pay much attention to them, and looked behind the stone table and stone chair, where there was a stone collapse near the end of the cave.

Above the rockfall, it was the big gray-haired rabbit, holding a huge gray book in its two front paws, looking through it, this picture was somewhat comical.

"Little rabbit, do you think you can scare us off by putting on such a look?

Wang Feng smiled proudly, the prey that had been tracking for a long time finally reappeared, where could he still be polite to it.

"Want Want... Want Want Want ... (This time I'm going to bite off its rabbit head and see how it cheats to death.) Da

Mao, looking at the gray-haired rabbit not far ahead, glared angrily at a pair of dog eyes.

The gray-haired rabbit probably heard Wang Feng's voice, and suddenly two red eyes glared at him.

On the stone couch, he was in a hurry, wanting to escape again, and he was extremely reluctant to drop the gray books in his paws.

In the end, he probably felt that his life was more important, so he threw away the gray book and ran all the way to the entrance of the passage.

Da Mao, who had already received the master's order, chased after him and disappeared in front of Wang Feng's eyes.

"Books? This must be a secret book that can only be obtained by the protagonist in the novel, and it can't be wrong.

If I cultivate, I will definitely be invincible in the world, hahaha..."

Wang Feng was excited in his heart, and hurriedly trotted to the front of the stone collapse to check.

First of all, it was the gray book that the big gray rabbit had just held in front of me.

Underneath the gray books was a neatly stacked cyan shirt.

Holding back his excitement, Wang Feng stepped forward and gently picked up the gray book with both hands to watch.

I found that although it was not heavy, it was really beyond the size of ordinary books.

It was really difficult to read between my hands, and then I thought that the stone table and stone bench were not a good place before.

Without any further hesitation, he walked over and placed the gray book in his hand above the stone table, and sat on the stone bench to watch.

There were only a few three pages inside the gray book, each of which was covered with dense symbols.

However, Wang Feng at this time could not understand the meaning they represented.

"Is this a book from heaven? Why can't I recognize a single word! Wang

Feng had to admit that he didn't know a single symbol, so he had to give up for the time being.

Close the grey book and look at its cover for some useful information.

There are not many symbols on the cover, only six, which are also unreadable.

This made Wang Feng, who was originally full of longing, feel a little depressed.

"Forget it, forget it. Maybe it's just a prank by some guy, it's because I listened to a lot of mythological novels when I was a child, and I thought it was my own protagonist's aura possessed.

Wang Feng casually threw away the gray book in his hand, and came to the stone collapse again to pick up the stacked cyan shirt.

It slowly stretched out over the rockfall, and nothing else was found, except for two strange symbols printed on the neckline of the cyan shirt, which were also unrecognizable.

Wang Feng, who was seriously looking at the cyan clothes on the rock, felt a little distracted.

The ghost sent him to pick up the seemingly ordinary blue shirt and drape it on his body.

It's too late, that's fast, at the moment when the cyan shirt just touched the body.

This confined space slowly shattered at a strange speed visible to the naked eye, as if the mirror had been suddenly hit with a hard object.

The shirt that touched Wang Feng's body just now quickly swam around his body like a flexible snake, and it was worn strangely on his body.

"I'm grass, I'm grass, I'm grass, it's painful! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I don't want to die yet!"

Before Wang Feng had too much time to think, a heart-tearing force came.

Suddenly, all the internal organs seemed to be displaced, and at the same time, the headache was splitting.

Perhaps, knowing that such pain was not something that Wang Feng could bear at this time, as a feeling of dizziness hit his brain, the whole person fell down and fell into a coma.

What Wang Feng didn't know was that the gray book that he casually threw on the stone bed at that time also flashed into the chest of the blue shirt he was wearing when the space was shattered

At the same time, in the depths of an unknown underground, a man resembling a child sat alone at the bottom of a dark cave with his eyes closed, and his closed eyes trembled faintly, as if he wanted to open them.

A young man stood quietly in the center of a wind-swept cavern, sucked into his body whenever a wind fell beside him, his immobile body swaying slightly.

A middle-aged man and a white-haired old man in an unknown valley are playing against each other, and if you look closely, you will find that they are actually suspended there out of thin air, and what is even more strange is the lake below them, while the fire waves are rolling, and the cold air is cold.

At this time, the white-haired old man who should have fallen seemed to sense something, and the white chess piece that should have fallen on the chess surface was flicked by his fingers and disappeared into a spatial ripple.

The white-haired old man said to the middle-aged man opposite: "Ten thousand years have passed, and you feel it." The

middle-aged man's resolute face didn't feel a trace of a smile and said, "Old guy, of course I feel it, it's time to go out for activities."

Without waiting for the old man on the other side to answer, he waved his long sleeves and saw that the originally cold half of the lake below instantly turned into an ice-colored bead and submerged into his mouth.

When I wanted to go to see it again, there was no trace of the middle-aged man there......

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