Chu Feng's expression changed under the old man's eyes, making the old man's brows frown slightly, and he was a little suspicious that Chu Feng's expression was fake or real. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chu Feng's shocked look was not hypocritical at all, because he had seen the first word.

And more than once, he had seen it in the world where Yi Evil Tianzun had been banned, and he had seen it on the scroll held by Sango, they were exactly the same script, from some forgotten era.

According to the director of Xuanpu Hall, this stele is the second of the three pole steles, so what about the other stele that Chu Feng saw at the foot of Wan Yan Mountain, is that stele also one of the poles of the tripolar stele?

And is the content on the scroll just a text of the same era, or is it simply a copy of another three-pole tablet?

Chu Feng couldn't suppress the shock in his heart, he slowly moved his gaze down and looked at it carefully.

The inscription on this tablet is also different from the two contents that Chu Feng had seen, although some words are repeated, but these are completely normal ranges.

Where did this ancient monument come from, and what did it want to say?

What kind of connection does the shark tribe have with Kunlun?

Chu Feng frowned, but he didn't have any clue.

If you have a clue, you won't be able to decipher those ancient words when you were in the merman clan.

But the only thing Chu Feng is sure of is that these inscriptions must involve the secrets of an extremely ancient era, related to the mermaid race, and related to Kunlun.

Chu Feng was silent for a long time, he wanted to regard this inscription as a narrative inscription, but before he came, the old man clearly said that one of the three poles of the stele needs to be understood and experienced, which is of great help to cultivation.

The old man never doubted whether he could understand it, and Chu Feng believed that even if the old man was full of confidence in himself, he should not think that he could understand these words.

If you can't understand these words, then how should you go about the enlightenment that the old man told you?

Chu Feng pursed his lips, looked at the stone tablet, and was silent for a long time. He sighed softly, then put down Chu Zi'er on his back, helped Chu Zi'er sit down, and fed a few pills into Chu Zi'er's mouth.

Before he came, Chu Zi'er, who was manipulated by death qi, was also looking at this monument, so what was she looking at?

What are these dead creatures who have lost a great deal of their sanity, but are only supported by abundant dead energy, and act on instinct, are looking at?

Chu Feng sat down close to Chu Zi'er. He clenched Chu Zi'er's hand, and the little hand that was once soft and warm now became cold and stiff.

But Chu Feng still held it tightly and crossed a wisp of his true qi into Chu Zi'er's body.

He couldn't help Chu Zi'er get rid of the dead qi in his body, but at least he could use his body to help Chu Zi'er share a part of it and delay this time.

As long as I'm alive, I will never let you die.

Chu Feng took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and poked out his divine sense, and immediately felt pressure from all directions, all pressing on his divine sense.

This world seems to be extremely repulsive to divine consciousness, so it is really difficult to extend divine consciousness.

But Chu Feng still gritted his teeth, letting the divine sense, which was getting heavier and heavier, continue to move forward with difficulty.

He wanted to immerse his divine consciousness in the stone tablet and see if there would be anything in the stone tablet.

It took a long time for Chu Feng's divine sense to spread to the stone stele, but this was already Chu Feng's limit.

Chu Feng faintly felt a sense of crisis, like a knife between his ** and his divine consciousness, as long as he dared to move forward again, the knife would cut down in an instant, directly cutting off the connection between his physical body and divine consciousness.

Chu Feng didn't dare to let his divine sense move forward anymore, but he didn't want to give up either, so he didn't completely withdraw his divine sense, but used his divine sense to walk in the size of the place in front of the monument.

This is an area on the verge of death, Chu Feng is completely dancing on top of the blade, and this blade is very sharp, as long as it rubs a little skin, it will cause a heavy injury that is difficult to heal in a short time.

Chu Feng's divine sense walked on the surface of the stele, carefully observing every painting and every detail of every handwriting.

If these inscriptions don't need to be understood, then all you need to care about is these details, what kind of information is contained in these details, and you want to pass them on to future generations.

There are not many words on this stone tablet, and there are only more than 500 words in total. If you just read it briefly and memorize these inscriptions, it is actually not a difficult thing, but the difficult thing is that Chu Feng is carefully copying every word.

Every word, he has to be meticulously observed, and he can't let go of the slightest trace of it, which will be very difficult and extremely draining.

The inscription with a total of five hundred and seventy-two characters was copied down by Chu Feng in turn, and it took an unknown amount of time, but after copying, and then putting the divine consciousness into his body, Chu Feng suddenly spit out a large mouthful of black blood, his face became haggard, and he lost all his blood.

This is a dead end, at least Chu Feng can't get through this road, because Chu Feng's spirit can't afford to consume.

Chu Feng turned his head to look at the old man standing aside, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then sneered: "You probably tried this?"

The old man smiled contemptuously before saying, "It's just that you're not so embarrassed." ”

Chu Feng coughed a few times, and the old man also tried this method of copying, hoping to trigger the Tao rules reflected in these words by copying the trajectory of these words, but failed.

This shows that these words are not the crystallization of the Tao, and they are probably really just simple words.

Chu Feng pondered for a long time before he said with some suspicion: "This tablet is probably not prepared for human beings. ”

The first stele, the scroll manuscript in the underground small world of the Demon Realm Ten Thousand Gully Mountain, comes from the stele of the Shark Clan, and it is in Kunlun under the space world of the human demon clan.

They are inseparable from the demon clan, and they are also inextricably linked with each other, and it is reasonable to think that these stone tablets are prepared for the demon clan.

The old man showed a look of contempt before he said, "It seems that you are really worthless. ”

Chu Feng smiled bitterly, knowing that he had not been able to fool the past, if he could fool the past, then the old man's hope for leaving here was only himself.

But it was obvious that the old man had learned something from this stone tablet, and had even begun to shake the tight boundary between him and the Great Emperor, which made him so confident.

However, Chu Feng's words also reminded himself that if he used pure demon clan exercises to view the monument, would it be helpful?

Chu Feng stopped all kinds of strange internal skills in his body, and began to concentrate on running the demon clan exercises he was most familiar with.

Singing the snow trick is completely from the Demon Emperor Yuan Canon, which is regarded as a first-hand inheritance, and it is also the first ancient text he has comprehended, and it is also the most practiced practice in addition to the Blood Demon Sutra, so if Chu Feng wants to choose the only demon clan exercise, then Chu Feng will inevitably choose to sing the snow trick.

The singing snow trick was fully operational, and suddenly with Chu Feng as the center, layers of frost began to spread around, and pieces of brilliant ice crystal snowflakes began to fly down in the air, quickly landing on Chu Feng and Chu Zi'er's shoulders.

The old man showed a slightly surprised look, as if he was surprised by Chu Feng's sudden change, but he was not too surprised.

People of his age have seen and experienced things before, and they are not much less than anyone else, so many things are already strange.

Chu Feng let out a sigh of relief, and went to look at the ancient monument again, but found that this ancient monument was still unchanged, the appearance of each word, the structure of each word, there was no change, just like this ancient monument was just a simple ancient monument, and there was no so-called mystery in it.

Chu Feng tried to probe out his divine sense again, this time, as before, when he was about to come into contact with the stele, he suddenly had an inexplicable sense of crisis, as long as he dared to go to the previous part again, he would completely become an undead under this crisis.

Is this stele refusing to be examined by the Divine Sense?

Chu Feng retracted his divine sense, looked at the stone tablet, and was silent for a long time.

He stood up, walked over to the tablet, and reached out to touch it.

He thought he would encounter rejection or resistance, but to his surprise, his hand fell gently and naturally on the surface of the stele.

The material of this stele is very rough, rubbing it with your hands, some itching, and some cutting your hands, but at the same time, this stele is also very warm, and bursts of warmth are transmitted to Chu Feng's body through Chu Feng's hands.

Chu Feng's hand slowly slid across the surface of the stele and landed on the traces left by those years, he was wondering how many years this stele had been, what unique meaning it had, why it stood here alone, and why it was separated from the other two poles of the three-pole stele.

Could it be that its mission is to suppress the horrific figure who is sleeping here?

Chu Feng's fingers fell between the grooves of those ancient words, and he groped for the engravings left by one word after another, and his expression changed slightly.

These engravings were not done all at once, and when they were probed with the Divine Sense, they were denied access to the tablet, so the Divine Sense could only obtain the form of these words, and the traces left in the depression could not be observed at all.

These marks are different in depth and style, but if you experience them carefully, you can find that the depth and style of these marks are different, but there are only three levels of depth and style in total.

All the notches fall into three shades and styles, without the slightest change.

Chu Feng quickly groped for the inscription of five hundred and seventy-two characters, groped out the depth of each stroke and stroke, and then reorganized the tablet according to the depth of the tablet, and boiled it down to three new tablet surfaces.

Each new inscription is made up of strokes of the same depth style, removing the superfluous clutter and making the monument extremely simple.

In every stroke and every painting, Chu Feng faintly felt a powerful meaning.

Chu Feng was silent for a long time before he slowly stretched out his hand, gathered his true qi to his fingertips, and copied all the shallowest layers of notches on the entire stele.

These nicks were activated by Chu Feng's true qi, and they all changed from dull black nicks to the color of ice and snow, which was the effect of singing snow tricks.

Chu Feng took a few steps back, looking at what was displayed on this stele, revealing a contemplative look.