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The open-air altar was divided into three tiers, and as soon as Wen Yiming stepped on the steps of the second floor, he saw a corpse lying under the stone wall not far from the steps, strictly speaking, a dried corpse. When Wen Yiming approached, the weathered clothes on the corpse were swept by the wind and scattered in all directions.

After Wen Yiming squatted down, he found that the soft armor on the surface of the dried corpse was riddled with holes and was damaged.

"This man has a bit of a background in life!" the psychic crow jumped to the ground, cooing with a long beak.

Wen Yiming said in surprise: "How can you see it?"

"Don't you see the spatial ring on his left hand? ”

Wen Yiming had already discovered the ring, but he didn't expect that there was a space ring in this world. Hearing this, he hurriedly touched the corpse and picked up the equipment, and then used the true qi to guide the spiritual power and fiddled with it for a long time, and found that the psychic Wu looked like an idiot, and said strangely, "What's the matter?"

Psychic Wu shook his head, "Earth turtle, this is a space ring, not a storage belt." ”

"And then?" Wen Yiming was not annoyed at all, the space ring, the turtle is the turtle!

"The corpse hasn't been corrupted for hundreds of years, and he is a top master, and there must be his blood mark on this ring, and you need to drop blood to recognize the master, I don't understand this common sense!" Even though there was no sunlight in the sky, it felt that the weather was pretty good today.

Wen Yiming didn't even glance at the Lingwu with a sigh, and he bit his finger and couldn't wait to watch the blood melt into the ring, and then saw a trace of gray floating on the ring, and then flickered slightly and returned to normal.

"Alright, don't be stunned. You don't need true qi, just use spiritual power to guide. Hurry up, hurry up!" The psychic black posed for a long time and no one appreciated it, which was very unpleasant.

As soon as his mental mind moved, Wen Yiming directly emptied the ring, anyway, there were no outsiders here, he was ready to sit and count the harvest.

'Smack!'

An old book fell to the ground.

Wen Yiming pinched the ring and looked at it, glanced at Tongling Wu, and said in unison, "It's gone?"

After the moment the spiritual power entered just now, I felt that the space inside was extremely huge. Without much feeling, he attracted his spiritual power to sweep it all over, and what was surprising was that there was only an old book in the huge space.

It's like taking ten years to find a treasure and then opening the door only to find a gold coin inside.

Rubbing the ring into his ring finger fiercely, Wen Yiming licked his lips and picked up the books on the ground. I saw that there was no word on the slightly old blue cover, and after pouting and turning it over, I read, "Yan Feitian personally wrote... What the hell? Do you still write your own suicide note?"

Wen Yiming smashed his mouth, and he was not much disappointed, just this space ring is enough, and other foreign objects are not needed, and they can't get out anyway. He has completely rested on the idea of going out in the past few days, according to what Tongling Wu just said, this Yan Feitian is a supreme master, and even this kind of existence is trapped in it, not to mention an ant like him.

"Yan Feitian, Lao Wen, you said Yan Feitian!"

Wen Yiming looked up and wondered, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"It's not just a beginning! The half-step heaven-given god of war, the heaven-given name on the Martial Saint Tianci tablet is the wind!" Tongling Wu shook his head, "Yan Feitian is only one step away from becoming the god of war of the wind, but he didn't expect to die here." ”

"I... Go!" Wen Yiming was stunned, Lao Tzu took a ring on the bones of the half-step heaven-given god of war, this is special... If you could take a selfie and post it to a circle of friends, how hung it would be.

At this time, Tongling Wu's tone became extremely excited, "It is said that Yan Feitian is alone, and this book is very likely to be his fame--- Wind Walk!"

"Wind Walk!! Wen Yi stood up with a loud voice, stretched his neck and said, "You won't tell me that he uses a sword, right?"

Tongling Wu was so shocked by Wen Yiming that he turned sideways, and said dissatisfiedly, "Knowingly asking, it turns out that you know Yan Feitian." I'll just say, how can you not know this kind of bull person. ”

"Sword Master!" Wen Yiming's face, which didn't have much flesh, was about to deform.

Tongling Wu fled a few steps away, and said angrily, "What kind of nerves, what Sword Saint Sword Saint?" Although Yan Feitian is good at swordsmanship, he is not worthy of the title of Sword Saint. However, there are indeed few comparable in light work. ”

Wen Yiming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this is okay, there is really a sword saint with a swift wind step, who knows that there is a sword saint in this world who does not have an alpha raid, and the baby is scared to death.

"Look at what Yan Feitian wrote in his own hand?" Seeing that Wen Yiming calmed down, Tongling Wu flew to Wen Yiming's shoulder with confidence.

After Wen Yiming opened the homepage, he slowly browsed through a few pages, and the expression on his face kept changing. After closing the classics, Wen Yiming's heart fluctuated a little, and said, "As you can speculate, it does record his fame and mastery in it, but he can't cultivate until the martial arts stage." ”

Tongling Wu nodded and transmitted, "This high-grade martial art does have many limitations, but the power is also amazing. ”

Wen Yiming habitually threw the classics into the storage belt, and while stepping on the steps, he sighed, "Stay for a while and let this senior's bones sink into the ground, not to mention his benefits, such a master's violent corpse wilderness is too desolate." ”

Stepping on the top of the third layer, before he could carefully look at the white jade platform, Wen Yiming was stunned again. It took a long time for Tongling Wu to react, and he exclaimed, "It's a dry corpse again!"

Wen Yiming opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer, the corpse was leaning against the side of the white jade platform, so that he didn't find it at the first time when he just went up the steps. He didn't know how high this corpse's cultivation was during his lifetime, but according to the leather inscriptions, this relic had not been opened for at least three hundred years, and the flesh and blood of this corpse still maintained a bit of its original appearance, taking Yan Feitian's corpse as a reference, it was obviously the remains of the god-sent god of war.

Wen Yiming looked at his shrunken appearance, he should have been a handsome person before his death, and his robe was extremely luxurious, but it was still weathered. The space ring on the corpse's hand did not attract Wen Yiming's attention, just because this person was holding an Oxford dictionary-sized box in his arms.

The whole body of the box is as clear as jade, with a faint light and mist, and the coiled vine-like patterns around it seem to be naturally generated, and the face is engraved with various unknown mystical figures, and in the center of those figures is a six-pointed star groove, which is an extraordinary product at a glance, let alone the contents of it.

Wen Yiming stepped forward and squatted down, folded his hands and pretended to bow twice, and was just about to reach out to take off the box, when he heard the voice of Tongling Wu, "Old Wen, there are words on the side of this white jade platform." ”

Wen Yiming looked up and saw that the side was a meter square, engraved with words the size of a fingernail. Wen Yiming didn't pay much attention to it at first, needless to say, this situation was also his last words, but the more he looked back, the more he couldn't control his emotions.

There are thousands of dense texts, and Wen Yiming has read them three times in a row. It wasn't until the psychic black pecked him on the forehead that the voice interrogation woke him up.

"What is written on it, depending on your expression, is there any treasure left by this man? I can tell you, the benefits are shared!"

Wen Yiming didn't laugh with Tongling Wu again this time, and said, "Do you know Wen Ruofeng?"

"What?Wen Ruofeng!" Tongling Wu jumped high on his shoulders, "Of course I know, but he doesn't know me." ”

"This person is Wen Ruofeng!" Wen Yiming's expression was extremely complicated, as if he was trying to think about something.

Tongling Wu turned his head to look at the bottom of the altar, and said, "Yan Feitian and Wen Ruofeng appeared together, so that's it!"

Ignoring Wen Yiming's inquiring gaze, his tone suddenly became sour.

"Lao Wen, you have grown big with this box, I really don't know how to envy you! You roast me, I don't want to live!"