Chapter 234 The Black Wall and the Man in the Secret Realm of Wuxu
Witch dance, body movements cut spiritual power and build a spiritual energy field.
Witchcraft, ancient and mysterious rhythms cause a resonance effect.
boom!
Luoyang's consciousness was substituted into a surreal space.
At first, there was darkness that could not be seen, and then the darkness receded, and under the bloody sky was a mysterious ruin. Huge stones were piled up in a mess, broken stone pillars stood alone, and there were huge dead trees, without any life.
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Just like last time, Luoyang still raised his head slightly and looked out. In the center of his sight was the high platform in the middle of the ruins.
Although part of the high platform collapsed, even if Egypt's most majestic pyramid was moved next to it, the ratio between a mansion and a shack would be a big difference, both in terms of base and height.
On the high platform stands a partially collapsed palace building, which is extremely majestic and spectacular.
This is the secret realm of Wuxu. It is exactly the same as the last time I came in, without any change.
Luoyang tried to take a step forward, but his body seemed to be sealed by a mysterious force and he could not move.
"If you can't explore it, then what's the point of this secret realm of Witch Ruins?" Luoyang was a little discouraged. Exploring the Witch Ruins and solving the mysteries of the Witch Ruins was his biggest wish, but now this situation seemed to him like he was standing in a different place.
But he couldn't move in front of the treasure, he could only watch helplessly, feeling anxious.
Is it useless for the ancestral witch's natal seal to change from virtual to real?
Luoyang's heart moved and he awakened the ancestral witch's natal seal.
A △ mark emerged from between his eyebrows, emitting a faint green light, and the ancient symbols and patterns were blurred.
A strange situation occurred. Just when the ancestral witch's natal seal emerged from Luoyang's eyebrows, he didn't know whether it was him who trembled, or whether the secret realm of the witch ruins trembled. He couldn't tell clearly. After that,
His body suddenly became able to move.
Luoyang tried to raise his hands and thought of moving his hands. His hands were raised. This was the first time he saw his hands.
These are a pair of hands full of calluses, and there are many patterns and symbols painted on the arms with unknown paint.
These are not his hands.
Luoyang lowered his head.
He has his chest exposed, with a thick mass of chest hair, two pectoralis major muscles like discus, and eight-pack abdominal muscles. The muscle lines are quite strong. There is a piece of linen tied around his waist, which is also on his body.
The only thing covering up her ugliness is that she doesn't even have a pair of shoes on her feet.
He reached out and touched his cheek. It was a thin face with high cheekbones and no hair on his head.
"This...isn't me! What happened? How could this happen?" Luoyang's heart was confused, and his brain was also a little confused.
He tried to walk forward, and his legs, which were full of muscles, moved freely without any restraint.
Entering the ruins, Luoyang reached out and touched the stone bricks. The touch was rough and very real. He had new thoughts in his heart: "I came in in a psychic state, so it must be my spirit. Since it is my spirit, then
It should be what I look like. I entered the memory space of the gold and bronze mask and the memory space of Gu Bo in a psychic state. My spirit is what I look like, but it is different here. Could it be... this is my previous life
?Or, is this the ancestor’s perspective?”
Zuwu, doesn’t the character Zu represent the ancestors?
The towering old tree has arrived.
Luoyang stretched out his hand and touched it. The bark was dry and rough, which was a real feeling.
Who knew who had carved more than a dozen ancient characters, symbols and patterns on the tree trunk, but he didn't recognize any of them.
Keep walking.
Luoyang climbed onto the high platform and continued walking towards the palace building.
The palace door was closed tightly. Luoyang tried to push it open, but the door did not move. However, the wall on one side of the palace collapsed, and he could enter without opening the door.
Luoyang bypassed the palace gate and entered the palace through the collapsed area.
The palace is extremely wide, but apart from thick wooden pillars, broken rafters, and fragments of rubble falling to the ground, there is nothing else.
"Such a witch market,
There's nothing mysterious about it." Luoyang felt a little disappointed, and he continued walking forward from the central axis of the palace.
The end of the palace is just a wall, without a dragon chair or anything.
But that wall is a bit special, it is as black as ink, the light can detect people, and it can even be used as a mirror.
Luoyang came under the wall, and he finally saw his appearance clearly.
His face was that of a middle-aged man, which he had never seen before, but the outline of his face and his eyes gave him a sense of intimacy, as if he were meeting an elder who shares the same ancestry with him.
The middle-aged man also has a △ mark on his eyebrows, which is the natal seal of the ancestral witch.
At this moment, Luoyang seemed to understand something, but he couldn't grasp the thread.
Luoyang reached out to touch the shadow reflected on the black wall. The shadow also stretched out his hand, and the two hands touched together on the wall.
Suddenly, the entire black wall twisted, and a powerful and mysterious force pulled Luoyang against the wall. His arm broke, and then his entire body was torn to pieces!
"Ah——" Luoyang screamed and fell to the ground.
The psychic state is over.
Luoyang gasped for air, but he still couldn't suppress the severe pain. The pain was indescribable in words. He really suspected that his body was torn into pieces.
The spiritual power intervened, and the painful feeling finally eased, and Luoyang got up from the ground with support.
Wu Xu was still firmly grasped in his hands. The green skull exuded a green energy shimmer and then disappeared. When the energy shimmer completely disappeared, it looked so ordinary that even he himself did not
I believe that this small object actually contains a secret realm full of unknowns and mysteries.
Luoyang wore the Wu Xu around his neck.
"What is that black wall?" Luoyang thought hard in his heart.
No way of knowing.
Luoyang was stunned for a moment, then got up and walked back.
He discovered a strange situation. He remembered clearly that when he left, the two tents were very close to each other, but now the two tents were separated by at least ten meters.
Both tents were zipped up, there were no lights, and both Fuso women fell asleep.
The tent with broken support poles was still lying on the sand next to Sun Shangxiang's tent.
Luoyang walked over, picked up the rotten tent, saw if it could be repaired, and then put it up.
As soon as he picked up the tent, the zipper of the tent next to him opened a crack, and a coughing sound came from inside the tent.
"Hmm!"
Luoyang was slightly stunned.
"Uh-huh!" Sun Shangxiang coughed again, and the zipper of the tent opened with a crash.
Luoyang is not a pig, so he can't even see such an obvious hint. But understanding the hint is one thing, and whether to go or not is another.
Hesitate, three seconds.
Luoyang threw away the rotten tent in his hand, took off his shoes, and got into Sun Shangxiang's tent.
He wants to say goodbye to the routine life of the past, and he never wants to be a man who is dedicated to his feelings but always gets hurt!