Chapter 1152 Beware of the special ancient gods, incredible things!

"Wow!"

Luo Yu's fingertips burned with a cluster of flames, instantly lighting up the environment at the bottom of the pit.

Some of the black power has been purified, and there is nothing left at all. There are only broken bronze chains around.

They had lost all their luster and obviously no longer possessed divinity, so Luo Yu had no intention of putting them away for recycling.

What surprised him was that the wall inside the pit was so noisy just now, but the pit was not damaged at all. Logically speaking, the black power could even restrain the Immortal Killing Sword.

As a result, the wall was not damaged at all? What kind of material is it made of?

Luo Yu stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly, and there was a crisp sound, like ordinary black iron.

If you use the power of your soul to sense it, you won't be able to penetrate it at all, and you will be completely shielded from it.

"interesting!"

He didn't have the guts to destroy the surrounding black walls of the pit, and focused on searching for clues. He actually found a special place on the ground, a portal-like bronze gate imprinted on the ground.

It is tightly closed, there is no key slot, and there are faint fine lines on the tightness.

If it weren't for Luo Yu's amazing pupil power, he wouldn't have been able to discover that this was actually a gate.

"The gate is on the ground, where does it lead from behind?"

"There's not even a handle or a keyhole, how do you open it?"

He didn't try to bombard them. The four beasts had been trapped here for so many years. If he could destroy them, they would have been destroyed long ago. How could he wait for him?

"Um?"

Luo Yu discovered that there were actually five special palm prints on the bronze door. Four of them had distinct five fingers, which were obviously human hand prints, and the last mark clearly looked like the claws of an animal.

"What is this palm print used for?"

"Who left the palm print?"

A series of questions rose in Luo Yu's heart, but none of them could be explained.

He tried to stretch out his palm and made one mark after another. Comparing the size, he found the animal claw. The other three palm marks were obviously much smaller than his hand, very slender and thin.

It looks more like a woman's handprint, or a thin man's.

When his palm was printed on the last handprint, Luo Yu was shocked, his heart beat suddenly, and his pupils shrank.

"How can it be!"

"this……"

"What's happening here."

Luo Yu exclaimed in disbelief, because this last palm print was completely gentle to his hand.

It fits perfectly, nothing is superfluous.

It's as if this handprint was made by him from the beginning.

He quickly removed his palm and looked at it intently, with his golden eyes activated to the extreme. He found that not only was the palm laughing, but even the tiny palm prints on it were exactly the same, without any difference.

"Fuck!"

Luo Yu took a breath for a moment, not knowing whether to be surprised or shocked.

Thousands of people have thousands of faces, but their hands are all different.

This cannot be a coincidence. The sizes may be the same and the palm prints are the same, which would be outrageous.

"This...what exactly is going on."

"Why is there my palm print here?"

"It's impossible for me to have a previous life, right?"

Luo Yu smiled and shook his head. Let's not talk about whether there was a previous life. Even if there was, the palm prints of the two lives cannot be exactly the same. Isn't that just a joke?

He is extremely confused now.

And the most outrageous thing about the palm print on the bronze door is that the size is exactly the size of his palm print as an adult.

It doesn't compare to what he did when he was a child.

"What the hell!"

"Speaking of which, does this bronze door require the owners of five handprints to open it?"

Luo Yu couldn't help but guess, but he felt something wasn't right.

It doesn't matter that his fingerprints happen to be the same. Is it possible that there are four other people in the contemporary era who can match this ancient palm print?

Or maybe his guess was wrong. In fact, this bronze door is destined to never be opened.

These five palm prints were left by five sealers back then, but one of them happened to be the same as him.

Luo Yu shook his head, feeling that things would not be that simple.

After all, this throne was specially reserved for him, these terracotta warriors were specially matched for him, and there was a palm print on the bronze door. If this still doesn't reveal the problem, then wouldn't he be a pure idiot?

And judging from the previous messages from the gods, it was obvious that someone had predicted that he would definitely come here.

Luo Yu Mingming felt that many things seemed to be destined long ago.

From the special moment of his birth, to the appearance of blue stone lotus in his Dantian, the origin of hundreds of gods, and Lao Jun's careful teaching, he taught him the heaven-defying technique Wanhua Dao Yin Jue that only one person in the world can learn.

At first he felt like a chess piece, but he quickly dismissed it.

The chess pieces will not receive such awesome treatment. There are hundreds of gods and heaven-defying techniques with no shortcomings. Laojun has never let him suffer a loss, let alone asked him to do anything. He has always been there.

Enjoy the benefits.

But no chess piece can live as majestic and comfortable as him.

But there are definitely problems.

Since this place requires the Tiger Talisman to activate, he also needs to be able to obtain the Tiger Talisman.

Half of the Tiger Talisman is obtained from Tiger.

The other half is in the tomb of the Han Dynasty.

"hiss--"

Luo Yu couldn't help but take a breath, his eyes flashed with a strange light.

Could it be said that everything is arranged?

Or maybe someone had expected that he would encounter Hu Jun and Zhen Mi'er, eventually obtain the Tiger Talisman, and then come here.

He carefully organized all the things he encountered, as if they could be combed together, but there was no trace of intentionality, everything seemed to be a coincidence.

Zhen Mi'er doesn't seem to be controlled by someone to arrange things for him.

That Black Tiger Tiger King is really dead.

Luo Yu is more inclined to believe that someone predicted what would happen in later generations, so he made arrangements in advance.

Although this ability is outrageous, Luo Yu thinks it is not impossible.

After all, the Bagua Bronze Mirror has the ability to make inferences, so what kind of perverted precognitive ability should the owner of this Bagua Bronze Mirror possess.

Luo Yu pondered in his heart and felt that he was getting closer to the truth.

No matter who this derivation is, I think he must be the god of Daxia, otherwise he would never take advantage of this opportunity for me.

Moreover, this derivation must be acquainted with Sanqing and other gods, otherwise Laojun would not come forward to teach me.

Realizing that behind this was the arrangement of the gods of Daxia, Luo Yu felt a little at ease and was not so nervous anymore.

After all, if it were those gods outside the country, he would still have to wonder if they had ulterior motives.

But he believed that the gods of Daxia, especially the upright and unrivaled figures like the First Emperor and the Great Sage, would never harm him.

So what is their purpose for doing this?

Luo Yu looked at the space where the black python disappeared, his eyes flashing.

If the magical power I use is helpless against that ink-colored power, then the power of the gods will also be restrained.

But my Wanhua Dao Yin Jue is not included in this list.

Laojun and the others want to cultivate a descendant who can truly resist this black power.

The holy god that these beasts talk about may also be a big trouble for the gods.

And the power of this pollution is terrible.

Luo Yu felt that the disappearance of the gods in Daxia, and the fact that the gods outside the country had been dormant until now and only recovered, were definitely related to this ink-colored power.

He vaguely understood his mission.

Nowadays in Daxia, and even the world, no one can deal with this strange power of ink. If it breaks out here in the world, it will be a catastrophic disaster. He will have no choice but to stand up at that time.

It is impossible to live quietly, because if this black power is left alone, the more creatures it corrodes, the more disadvantaged he will be.
To be continued...