After coming back to his senses, Mo Heng was slightly stunned.
The blurry image that appeared in his eyes disappeared very quickly. In almost an instant, there was no sign of it. Even the sound that seemed to be echoing in Mo Heng's ears disappeared at the same time.
not see.
It's like it never appeared.
If it weren't for the black stone tablet exuding an ancient atmosphere next to Mo Heng's feet, it was as deep-rooted as a mountain and stood in place. Otherwise... he might have turned everything off to hallucinations.
"What is it? What is that picture?" After a while, Mo Heng began to try to recall the picture he saw.
But I don't know why.
The scene related to that picture seemed to be pulled away by some mysterious force. Whenever Mo Heng wanted to recall it, he found that the memory related to the picture in his mind became increasingly blurred.
At the end.
Mo Heng just knew that a picture appeared in his eyes just after he touched the black stone tablet. But what was in the picture, he had no memory at all and had completely forgotten it!
"Forgot? I actually forgot?"
After a long time, Mo Heng shouted in disbelief.
This situation.
This was not his first contact. Once in the red space, he had lost a certain part of his memory. But compared with the red space, it was still different. Even now, Mo Heng at least still remembers what he had seen before.
A picture was created. On the contrary, there was no clue about the memory lost in the red space. I had no idea what part of the memory was lost!
"The red space, the lost memory, the ancient talisman, the mysterious black stone tablet, the strange white mist, and the northwest." Mo Heng began to intersperse a series of things together.
It's a pity that he still overestimated himself. He was too whimsical!
Whether it is the red space or the ancient Fu Zhao, many things are far beyond the reach of a warrior in the spirit transformation realm. Not to mention knowing the detailed information, even the origin of the red space, he has no clue.
There is a way to connect it with the black stone tablet.
"It seems that I have to speed up my pace. Once I leave Shiwannan Mountain, I have to find a way to go to the psychedelic oasis. This time, no matter what, I have to find a way to get something out of Yuan Sheng's mouth. At least.
You also need to know what happened to my lost memory."
Mo Heng knows that Yuan Sheng, as the leader of the Yuan Yu tribe, must know a lot of things. In addition, the red space reacts with the red tortoise shell, which seems to be related to the ancient Fu Zhao. And at the beginning, the huge thing in the red space
After the eyes appeared, Mo Heng learned that the mysterious statue in the red space was related to reincarnation. It just so happened that the Yuan Yu clan was not only related to the ancient Fu Zhao, but also related to reincarnation!
This is very thought-provoking!
If there is no connection between the two, Mo Heng will definitely not believe it!
"Eh? Why is there a notch behind this stone tablet?"
While thinking, Mo Heng's eyes kept wandering on the black stone tablet. Suddenly, he found that there was an obvious notch on the back of the stone tablet. And the notch was not big, it was rectangular!
"What's going on with this notch? Why do I seem to have an inexplicable sense of lack? I seem to be feeling sad for this stone tablet?" Mo Heng muttered.
Even if he knew...
The black stone tablet may not be perfect, there should be something missing. But it shouldn't affect his soul.
After all, he is also a warrior in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.
If you can feel such a strong feeling in your heart just by looking at the black stone tablet, what's the point? Cultivating a warrior is also a process of cultivating the mind. The stronger the strength, the less likely the mind will be shaken. But since Mo Heng came here
In the gloomy wasteland, after seeing this black stone tablet, his heart was shaken for once!
"There seems to be some writing on it?"
It has to be said that Mo Heng's eyesight is still very good. Even though this place has been completely shrouded in white mist, his field of vision is limited. But his eyes still see through the notch of the black stone tablet and see a few on the edge.
Inconspicuous black characters.
Due to the fog.
Mo Heng had no way of seeing what was written on the characters. He could only bend down, put his face against the notch, and look at the tiny characters carefully.
The characters are very old, full of the passage of time, and the person who carved these characters must have been in a hurry, because Mo Heng saw that at the end of the edges of the notches, the characters were not completely carved, but half were left.
, and a few weak scratches.
"Even I have never seen these words." Mo Heng smiled bitterly. If he was talking about the words behind the ancient talisman, he could make a preliminary guess based on his appearance. But the characters on this black stone tablet looked extremely weird.
It even looks like some weird pattern that has nothing to do with the characters.
But when these weird patterns are connected together...
But Mo Heng was very sure that this was a piece of text, and it was also a very ancient text.
"Perhaps Senior Chi should know what these words record. He has lived for millions of years after all." Mo Heng sighed every time he said this. Obviously he still couldn't accept it. There are living beings who can.
In the Tianfang world, surviving for such a long time is simply contrary to common sense.
"No matter what, record these characters first and then talk about it."
Mo Heng had no intention of keeping these ancient characters in his mind. What if one day he forgot them again? After experiencing previous encounters, he knew very well how weird this black stone tablet was!
The simplest way.
It's better to find a jade pendant and record the carvings. Of course, taking the black stone tablet away directly is also a good idea. However, Mo Heng has tried it before, but the black stone tablet seems to have been stuck to the wilderness at his feet.
The soil is obviously very soft, but there is no way to separate it.
To no avail.
Mo Heng could only choose the first method.
With the sea of consciousness seeping into the stone, he directly took out a palm-sized green jade pendant, and then started carving in it with a dagger. Although he also had pen and ink, Mo Heng still felt that it would be safer to carve with a jade pendant. Anyway, the number of characters
, not a lot!
"Kaka!"
The dagger scratched the jade pendant, and Mo Heng carved it carefully. These jade pendants were collected by him occasionally. After all, they are not spiritual materials, and they cannot be refined into communication objects, so they are not precious at all!
A character is carved quickly.
Just when Mo Heng was about to carve the second ancient character, the jade pendant in his hand began to twist strangely. It seemed as if it was swallowed by the whirlpool in the void...