Chu Feng never thought that there was such a simple solution to this stone stele. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The superposition of the triple stele forms a complex stele surface, and all he has to do is restore this complex stele to its simplest state.

Chu Feng looked at the first layer of the stele with frost, and groaned slightly, this layer of stele, he still didn't see the deep meaning. But he seemed to feel something, and felt that there was a great power from the underworld, penetrating this ancient stone tablet, and was about to descend into the world.

He didn't look at it for too long, but stopped chanting the snow trick and converted it into the Blood Demon Sutra.

He copied the inscriptions on the second layer of the tablet again, leaving a blood-colored tablet, and there was already a jagged sense of hierarchy between the first layer of the tablet, as if they were two different planes.

This time, Chu Feng didn't go to see what would happen to the stele after he copied it, but stopped the Blood Demon Sutra non-stop and transformed it into a wind riding technique.

The jade blue light of the wind quickly copied the third layer of the stele, and the silver-white, blood-red and emerald green stele surfaces complemented each other, overlapping with each other, and also had an impact.

Chu Feng took a few steps back and stood far away, looking at the stele that had been divided into three layers of light after being copied by himself. He felt three majestic breaths, all of which seemed to have gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes, but they were still as vast and majestic as rivers and seas.

At that moment, Chu Feng seemed to see a bright light, there seemed to be three proud earthly figures, they were fighting each other, they were constantly competing, the battle was shattered, the sun and the moon were gone, the earth was torn apart by their battle, the ocean was steamed and dried by their battle, the mountains collapsed, the stars fell, and the whole world seemed to be an apocalyptic scene.

The three-layer stele, as if each represents a person, each represents a breath, even if the three peerless characters who once fought are now nowhere to be found, but the remaining thoughts of them are still constantly clashing and fighting.

The three-layer tablet appeared, and the three ninth-order peaks in the inner layer were unmoved, but the dead things in the outer layer were all rippling as if boiling water, roaring noisily, as if they had seen something amazing.

None of them are qualified to approach the innermost layer of this ancient monument, so they have never relied on their own eyes to see this monument, but if they can't read the inscription, it is really difficult to see something, it is really difficult to ascend to the sky.

However, the existence of the three ninth-order pinnacles in the inner layer, although two of them were resurrected from the dead, and there were not too many spiritual beings, but they might have been sitting here for countless hours, how could they not even do such a simple layer.

But Chu Feng knew that he had proved at least one thing to these people, that is, he was by no means useless, at least he was able to think of these things in such a short period of time, and he had already proved his worth by successfully stirring up three layers of tablets.

The old man did not speak, but looked at the three-layer tablet and thought for thought.

In fact, although the old man can only do one kind of exercise, he can cooperate well with the two dead things, and one person can stimulate a heavy tablet, and he can also show the mystery of these three tablets.

But how could this ancient stone tablet just come to this, and if it was just here, how could it be so attractive to him.

Chu Feng looked at the three-layer stele and fell into deep thought, the three-layer stele was still only to the point of meaning.

They do have information, but it doesn't really help much. They are only stating the past of those three people, and they are only a continuation of the conflict between those three people.

Chu Feng looked at the ancient monument and was at a loss, until the excited inscription gradually dissipated, and returned to the unpretentious text, Chu Feng still had no clue.

But Chu Feng didn't stop thinking about it, and his thoughts had already drifted to the text of the tablet at the foot of the Ten Thousand Mountains and the scroll of the Shark Clan.

More than 3,000 years ago, the high priest of the merman clan must have seen these words and understood something from them.

The mermaids are an extremely closed and xenophobic race, they do not have their own written language, nor do they use human writing, everything is passed on by word of mouth.

Although judging from the fact that the merman tribe actually formed formations before the ancient times, the merman tribe did not have writing, and was afraid that it had other purposes, but no matter what, at least the high priest who rebelled more than 3,000 years ago should not know writing.

Even if he later colluded with human beings and learned the human language, there was no reason for him to know the words on the Sanji Tablet.

So the high priest, how did he see something in it to fall into such madness?

Is this another way to prove that there is a simpler, purer connection between these inscriptions and the characteristics of the merman race?

Chu Feng was silent for a long time, his gaze constantly wandering on the stele, hoping to find a breakthrough from the stele.

But the words are so complex, so complex that they are like words formed by stacking all the strokes on top of each other, more like carved symbols than words.

Chu Feng knew that he couldn't continue to think according to this thinking, and it would be too difficult to forcibly unravel the connection between this complex text and the merman race.

So he plans to dismantle the stele first, split the stele into three sub-steles, and then solve it.

Chu Feng thought of it and immediately started to act, without the slightest hesitation, he took three pieces of rice paper from his mustard seed sac, and then spread them on the ground, and wrote all the characters on the three-layer tablet in order, whether it was the position or the strokes, they were completely arranged according to the layout of the three-layer tablet.

Chu Feng looked at the inscription in front of him and wrinkled, because the inscriptions of the three levels did not have any connection, and he could not find any trace that could be associated with the merman race.

Chu Feng frowned, but he didn't give up, because he thought that his train of thought was definitely correct.

More than 3,000 years ago, the high priest of the merman tribe was able to read something from these same words, which means that these words must be related to the merman race.

Just, what exactly is this connection?

What is it that allows the priests of the merman clan to understand some information even if they can't read the text?

Chu Feng couldn't figure it out, which made his expression more and more solemn, and even became a little gloomy - even hideous and terrifying.

Chu Feng has indeed walked into a dead end, a dead end that is difficult to get out of.

Chu Feng looked back at Chu Zi'er, his expression full of worry.

If you don't hurry up, Chu Zi'er ......

Chu Zi'er also looked at Chu Feng a little stupidly, her lips were slightly open, but she didn't make any sound, only saliva kept flowing from the corners of her mouth, which made people feel a little sad.

Chu Feng sighed, slowly walked to Chu Zi'er's side, wiped the saliva from the corner of Chu Zi'er's mouth little by little, and then was slightly stunned.

He remembered hearing about it...... The merman tribe also has an extremely special way of communication - high-frequency vibration sound waves, which is the innate characteristic of the merman race, and it is also a characteristic that no one knows at all.

Chu Feng stood up, he strode to the ancient stele, and the back quietly activated the three-layer stele again.

Perhaps, only by solving this real monument can there be some effect.

Chu Feng took a deep breath, his lips opened slightly, but no sound came out.

But the old man's expression changed slightly, because he really didn't expect Chu Feng to find a way to delve deeper into the monument so quickly.

This method of solving the monument was the method that he and the two dead creatures had found after pondering together here for several years, and this method was also the step they had stopped.

This step is the sonic de-monument.

The frequency of sound waves is not within the normal hearing range, it can be as low as the vocal cords barely vibrate, but high enough to make the vocal cords flutter countless times more violently than boiling water.

Chu Feng followed such a process, he used his true qi to force his vocal cords to vibrate, and then caused the sound wave to begin to spread out in circles, and began to repeatedly impact the three layers of inscriptions.

Although there was no reaction to the inscription at the beginning, Chu Feng was not in a hurry, maybe a certain frequency was needed to solve the monument?

Chu Feng continued to increase the frequency of the vibration of the vocal cords, and finally, on the second layer of the three-layer stele, a black text suddenly surfaced, and then the entire second layer of the stele, as if it was all active, was no longer a simple text, and began to produce a stream of aura representing the Tao rules, and they began to fluctuate, making a brilliant light appear in front of the stele, as if a sun was born here.

This path continued to flutter lightly and spread around it.

Shrouded all five of them.

Bathed in this Dao rule, Chu Feng also felt a sense in his heart, as if he had sensed it.

Almost at the same time, all the words in the Demon Emperor Yuan Dictionary in his body surfaced, coiling around Chu Feng's side, as if he wanted to resist the light brought by that Dao rule.

These words in the Demon Emperor Yuan Canon are all the ways of the Demon Emperor who Chu Feng has not yet penetrated, because Chu Feng doesn't want to spend too much time, but he can't be proficient.

It's not that he doesn't understand the truth of being greedy and chewing too much, so he wants to accumulate his understanding of the Great Dao first, and then one day, he will naturally comprehend the true meaning of each inheritance.

But he didn't expect that today, these words would be collided with by another Great Emperor's Dao Rule, and they would be excited.

That Xuanguang bypassed Chu Feng and circled towards the man.

Chu Feng looked at Xuanguang bypassing by him, and his expression became a little trance-like, because faintly, he seemed to feel something, but the feeling was too ethereal, and he couldn't grasp that feeling at all.

That feeling lasted only a brief moment before it was completely shattered.

And the light that surrounds the man becomes brighter and brighter.

Just when Chu Feng thought that it would continue to shine, the Xuanguang completely dimmed in an instant.

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