Within the gap in the wasteland, Zhang Yu's shadow clone plunged into the depths. All along the way, some traces of destruction by the monk's magic power and magic weapons could be seen.
Some places that looked like barriers were obviously forcibly broken open by external forces. On the ground, deep ditches that could be regarded as rivers could be seen, extending to the innermost part.
Observed from the remnants, the resistance here gradually changed from order to disorder, which shows that the party under attack was very defensive at first, but as the battle continued, the resistance gradually became weak.
At this time, a mountain range as tall as a city wall appeared in front of him. He flew through one of the cracks that was obviously collapsed, and then his eyes widened, and what appeared in front of him was a huge basin.
But now there are gaps everywhere, beyond recognition, and the original appearance can only be vaguely distinguished. Huge skeletons are lying everywhere here. Occasionally, some humanoid bones can be seen. Some people's bodies and clothing are still intact.
Come down.
His figure slowly fell down and his eyes fell. A monk was sitting there cross-legged, still maintaining his appearance when he was alive. Judging from the profile, hair style and clothing, it was not difficult to tell that this was an authentic Tianxia person. His chest
There is a hole where you can see the scenery behind.
But this was not the cause of his death. With his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that this person seemed to have some magical power in front of him. He escaped from the body with his consciousness and soul and the shadow of his soul, and never came back.
An empty shell was left behind.
He walked forward, and not long after, he saw the body of a monk again, but this one stood on the same spot, looking straight ahead, his eyes still reflecting the sharp reflection.
Behind him was a sword, but this sword had been shattered into pieces. It was only with the master's last remaining strength that he gathered all the fragments together and left them in the sword box behind him.
This should be an ancient Xia sword cultivator. Although he died here in battle, he undoubtedly killed his opponent.
Zhang Yu turned sideways and followed the sword cultivator's gaze. There lay a huge skeleton as tall as a hill. This should be his opponent.
At the same time, he also saw a small message left on the hard bones:
"On the tenth day of the sixth lunar month of Jiazi, I and my colleagues came here to hunt down the remnants of demons. After a battle, I killed all these people and lived up to the trust of my colleagues. At this point, the countless years of fighting and entanglement between my Shenxia and the foreign cultivators have come to an end...
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He thought for a while, and judging from this line of handwriting, it seemed that those huge skeletons were the owners of this place, and they were not the strange beasts of the desert land that he had first thought, but originally belonged to Tianxia's alien species.
Both in ancient Xia and today's Tianxia, there are different types of cultivation, but those who can actually transform into human bodies are only a few such as true dragons. However, this generation has always regarded themselves as monks and has never looked down on other strange people.
In fact, the other aliens are indeed quite different from them. Even though the latter can speak well and practice, they still look like aliens.
Judging from the relatively sparse records today, in the early years when the aliens were strong, they colluded with foreign enemies to fight against Gu Xia, but were eventually destroyed by Gu Xia. This battle has been very long ago, and it seems that the storm has subsided long ago.
But now it seems that the fighting has not stopped.
He looked at the dozen or so huge skeletons in the basin. Perhaps these were the last dozen or so cultivators from Gu Xia, and they had all been killed here.
However, although the attackers won, it was clear that no one could get out in the end.
He raised his sleeves and saluted the Taoist, and said silently in his heart: "Your actions will be reported to Tianxia and recorded in a book."
Putting down his sleeves, with a thought, a gust of wind and sand blew in, and he buried all the corpses of the monks here, preparing to come back to deal with it after the matter was settled.
He raised his head at this moment, floated up again, and came to a huge mountain with half of it collapsed.
This is the highest point of the basin, and there are still some broken palace platforms left here. However, after walking around, I didn't find any jade slips or other documents.
In fact, if this was a place for alien cultivators, then this situation would be reasonable, because most of the alien cultivators in ancient Xia passed on their cultivation methods through their own bones and blood, and there was no need for written records at all. This is why they are different from human beings.
A place for monks.
At this time, he seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the huge skeletons again and saw that a piece of the top door of each skeleton had been dug out, revealing a hole the size of a fist.
His eyes couldn't help but twinkle slightly.
Every Ancient Xia cultivator, as he cultivates for a long time, will develop a "text bone" in his body, and a bone carving symbol will naturally appear on the text bone, which can be revealed through magic power.
Only people of the same kind can understand its meaning and gain a certain amount of practice experience and skills from the owner of the bones. It is also a good treasure for ancient Xia weapon refining.
Obviously, these alien bones were not taken down by themselves. All the monks who attacked here died here, and it was impossible to take them away. So it was the work of later people.
Although this gap is not protected by a forbidden formation, it is not possible to enter casually, and those who understand the value of these things cannot be those gods and monsters.
He took a closer look and found that the marks on the parietal bones were left recently, almost two hundred years ago. This was most likely Bi Ming's work.
Bi Ming has always been suspected to be a hybrid of human and alien. The hybrid here is not the offspring of the union of human and alien, but the integration of alien blood into the body for practice in order to obtain part of its power. In ancient Xia,
, this was once a flourishing monastic stream.
If this person removes the parietal bone, it will not mean that he has no purpose.
Since the traces left on the parietal bone were more obvious, he stretched out his hand to catch a strand of Qi, identified it, and then followed it. Not long after, his body shook slightly, but he had escaped from this place.
Boundary gap.
In his eyes, there was a conspicuous and clear trace in front of him, as if Bi Ming was not as hesitant as before after escaping this time, but had a clear goal.
He thought for a moment, and then his transformed body dispersed, and a star cicada returned among the stars, and then he flapped his brilliant wings and followed him again!
On the other side, in the island cave, after Yan Ziquan surrendered, Chen Song and Meng Huanzhen did not relax their vigilance. They immediately took out the suppression talisman prepared in advance and imposed it on him.
Yan Ziquan did not resist at all during the whole process and allowed himself to be banned from magic power. From this moment on, in addition to being able to maintain the necessary vitality and speak, every movement he made relied on Chen and Meng.
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Chen and Meng took him out of the cave and returned to the flying boat very smoothly, without encountering any accidents during the process.
Chen Song placed Yan Ziquan in a cabin beside him and kept him from his sight, saying: "Fellow Daoist Meng, please wait until I report the situation here to Xuanshou."
Meng Huanzhen nodded and said: "This is what it should be."
She was a little envious in her heart. Xuan Xiu's Taoist Chapter of Training the Heavens was so convenient. Even if they were thousands of miles away, they could communicate with each other at any time. It was a pity that Zhen Xiu couldn't use this thing. Otherwise, she would be able to report the situation to her teacher in time at this moment.
Already.
But at the same time as she was envious, she was also a little worried. Xuan Xiu and Zhen Xiu were already at odds with each other, and if they get this thing again, there might be a greater rift.
Nowadays, there are really few Xuanxiu in Yujing. Even if there are, they have been transferred to serve in the imperial government and are responsible for contacting various continents. She thought that after she returned this time, she would have to persuade them no matter what.
Master recruits more mystical cultivators.
The flying boat trembled slightly at this time, slowly took off, and flew back to the direction of Dongtingfuzhou.
Chen Song explained: "This place is relatively close to Dongting Mansion. Let's go back to Dongting first. I hope fellow Taoist Meng won't mind."
Meng Huanzhen said seriously: "As Daoyou Chen said, this is a matter of Tianxia. Huanzhen will not be so ignorant."
Seeing that she did not care at all, Chen Song nodded. He came to Yan Ziquan and said, "Yan Ziquan, you just said that the alien god wanted to use the body of a monk as his human body. I ask you, why did he
Do you want to use a monk?"
Yan Ziquan looked at him in surprise, then smiled and said: "I am a Taoist who eats Qi and swallows pills. The inside and outside of my body are clean and untainted, and I am not stained by filth. Therefore, I am even more loved by the gods. This is not an obvious thing.
What?"
Chen Song shook his head and said: "That's not right!"
Yan Ziquan looked at him and said with a smile: "What's wrong?"
Meng Huanzhen was also a little strange and didn't know what was wrong with this sentence.
Chen Song said in a deep voice: "I, Dongting, have been dealing with the indigenous gods for more than a hundred years. Even now, many of those indigenous gods think that I, the Tianxia monk, am a descendant of the Tianxia god or a god. Even if this generation says it is me.
The people of Tianxia still think that we are powerful descendants of gods, because they cannot understand the term "monasticism."
When the communication between two different ethnic groups does not go beyond a certain level, they usually use their own inherent knowledge to apply it, because the Ability God natives do not have a theory of cultivation, and they do not have a complete concept, or that they themselves
It rejects the idea that mortals can possess the power of gods without the help of supernatural gods.
Chen Song continued: "If a supernatural god takes over the body of another god or supernatural god, it is almost impossible and very difficult. Only when they realize that the cultivator is originally a human being can they do this.
Do."
Meng Huan really thought about it and understood what Chen Song meant. This seemed to be a very simple understanding, but it was actually a change in cognition, which might even shake the foundation of Ability God's own existence.
And to have such a change, it will not happen in a moment, but will take a long time.
This shows that this strange god has come into contact with the cultivator before and has a certain understanding of the cultivator. It is more likely that he has occupied the body of the cultivator before.
Thinking of this, her eyes became serious.
Yan Ziquan looked at Chen Song and said: "I don't know that fellow Taoist thought so much, but I don't know much about this power god, but..."
He smiled and said: "If I were two of you, this is not what I need to be concerned about right now."
Meng Huanzhen stared at him and said, "Yan Ziquan, what do you mean by this?"
Yan Ziquan smiled and said: "You two must also know that I, Yan Ziquan, am just a cultivator who has mastered the soul shadow. With my methods, how can I do it in the place guarded by the three Xuanzuns?
What about other things..."
Although Meng Huanzhen had already guessed, she was still slightly shaken. She took a breath and said: "You mean..."
Yan Ziquan did not answer, but smiled and said: "You two must protect me. If I were that person, I would definitely try to eliminate the traces."