This is the first time Zhao Li has encountered a situation where he cannot read the memory screen.

The tingling pain in the center of his eyebrows felt like it had taken a while to subside.

Zhao Li separated the group of cultivators, forming a dark black flame, which emerged and transformed into a nine-headed phoenix, which fell to the ground, and the wings with narrow black wings spread out, caged above his head, and the nine heads of demons and nobles directly drilled into the wings, only exposing their necks outside.

It's just that he has no sense, but he is also instinctively afraid, trembling slightly.

Zhao Li retracted his gaze, rubbed his chin, looked thoughtfully at the gray mist, and lightly tapped his cheek with a finger.

These things, are they mere memories?

What's left after consuming the soul?

Based on the characteristics of the white space, I will recall the images I have just seen.

The speculations in Zhao Li's mind became clear, and he gradually deduced the possible truth, and his brows gradually relaxed.

If the guess is good, in these gray fogs, I am afraid that there is the knowledge of that old monster.

As he himself said, the secrets of ancient times, and the old monster's premonition that he was about to fall, all kinds of preparations made in order to quickly recover his cultivation after his recovery, how to open the secret land, and how to pass through those dangerous areas.

It's a treasure, it's an adventure.

However, it was obvious that Zhao Li had no way to see these things at all now.

It is probably because the cultivation of the old monster before his death is too high, and it is very difficult to analyze the memory of the other party, and he needs to have a considerable degree of cultivation, and this cultivation standard line is far above Zhao Li's realm at the moment.

Even with the assistance of the white scroll, with Zhao Li's cultivation at the moment, he could not fully grasp and use this treasure, so he could only barely take a peek or two just now, and he consumed his spirit to the point of almost completely drying up, and had to interrupt this process.

Zhao Li groaned, and in the white space, he followed the method of refining the Nine Li Divine Technique, concentrating and recovering his spirit.

After waiting for his state to recover, he grabbed the white scroll with one hand, put the other hand on the frightened nine-headed phoenix magic image, threatened and forced with the innate Gengjin qi, forcibly pryed this group of cultivation, incorporated it into his body, and then did his best to restrain the speed of the white scroll to analyze the memory picture.

Reach out your right hand again and touch the gray mist.

After depleting, practice the Jiuli Refining Divine Technique again to restore your spiritual power.

Then he forcibly pry the nine-headed phoenix magic phase again, and reached out to grab the mist.

Through each 'experiment', record the speed of each mental consumption, and read the speed of each mist spiritual consumption.

After trying enough times and getting the data, Zhao Li let go of the nine-headed phoenix law phase.

The nine-headed phoenix law phase was suspended in the air.

The wings exploded layer by layer, and suddenly rolled inward, curling themselves into a ball.

In an instant, it was directly restored to its original state, turning into a cluster of dark spherical flames.

It landed on the ground of the white space.

Silently rolled to the corner of the diagonal wall farthest away from Zhao Li, and then curled up even smaller.

Zhao Li used the cloud qi to show his small black notebook, and put the obtained data into the table.

Then I made a curve, deduced the corresponding equation, and then according to the formula, I continued to draw the corresponding curve, and on the premise of assuming that the mental power required for each frame of the picture is constant, I withdrew the amount of mental power required to read the memory corresponding to the first secret realm.

Raising his hand and rubbing his eyebrows, the book was scattered, Zhao Li looked at the mist and felt a little regretful.

"It's still a lot ......"

"I don't know if I can analyze some of it when I cultivate to the realm of enlightenment and cultivate the Fa. ”

"It's an old monster, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. ”

"Forget it, these things can't run away anyway, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and besides, it's not all for nothing this time. ”

Zhao Li muttered to himself, snapped his fingers casually, and the white picture scroll slowly unfolded.

Then in this space, there are ancient stone monuments, the shape is simple, revealing the roughness and heroism of the barbarian era, it seems that it has gone through an extremely long time, many of the words on it have been worn away, and the other part is in direct elegance, turning into a large area of mottled gray.

These are the stone tablets stored on the first floor of the inheritance land of the Jiuli Xuanbu.

When You took over the inheritance, it was copied by Zhao Lishun, and it was the ancient text a long time ago, and the text used by Jiuli now has undergone a very big change, thousands of years have passed, and even tens of thousands of years of history, few people in this era can read these words.

I don't know what these steles are written about.

And because there is no spiritual rhyme on it, but after all, it is left by the ancestors of the ancients, and it cannot be dealt with casually, so it is simply placed in one place with the inheritance stone tablet.

When the clouds dissipated, the ancient characters on those stone tablets gradually distorted and changed, directly into Chinese, while the rest of the stone tablets were still those simple and crude ancient characters.

This was an unintentional gain when he tried it just now.

Although it is impossible to parse more pictures, the basis of these floating words on the surface of memory is very simple to analyze, and at this moment, with the help of the white picture scroll, it can be directly replaced, and the white cloud is used to change into more familiar words of Zhao Li.

Zhao Li is very interested in the stone inscriptions that have been preserved, and now he is corresponding to the Chinese language one by one, while reading the content of these inscriptions, he also silently remembers the meaning of these ancient words, so as to thoroughly grasp these ancient words.

Just as he guessed.

Most of the content on the stele is similar to words praising the merits of ancestors.

The rest are new seals and general records created for some new discoveries.

It is probably a certain year and a certain month, a certain great witch to create a certain method, future generations to remember the ancestral merits, but unfortunately, for these methods, most of them just record what it looks like, how to combine, and what kind of miraculous effect, for its composition, but all of them are brushed aside.

And even these parts are blurred and difficult to identify because of weathering.

Judging from the last names and years of the inscriptions, these steles are all from different eras, with the same era name in the middle, one is 732 years, and the other has reached 1,300 years, with an interval of nearly 600 years.

Zhao Li was browsing and memorizing those ancient words, and he was slightly curious in his heart.

The words were recognizable in the gray mist's memory.

So are these steles in the same era as him, or because of his own status and strength, he has the knowledge to decipher the words on these steles? and the steles themselves come from a much older era?

It's like what is painted on the mural in the Inheritance House.

From the ancient times when there were also three-legged golden crows in the sky.

If it were really that era, it would explain the miraculous spells recorded on the stone tablets.

But what happened at that time that caused the disappearance of many ancient and primeval beasts, led to the discontinuation of the Jiuli inheritance with so many powerful spells, and the mythical hundred clans fled far away from Lanzhou, what happened to the so-called great military disaster back then? Why did it say that it was caused by the last Zhu Yan?

And the woman who didn't know how long she lived.

Zhao Li thought of the woman in red who wanted to destroy the ghost domain of Xilu City.

Thoughts flew for a while, only to retract his mind, his eyes fell on the last stone tablet, compared with other stone tablets, that stone tablet seems slightly newer, from the text on it, it is an ordinary, for the ancestors to sing the merit of the merit tablet, but I don't know, compared to other stone tablets are more broken, most of the handwriting is illegible,

"It's like being dragged out of the battlefield, with potholes. ”

Zhao Li complained, and then saw the complete part at the bottom.

This part of the text is different from the previous content, it is no longer a song of merit, and even the brushstrokes of the handwriting are different, those seen before are carved out with a special magic weapon, and the brushstrokes are sharp, but this paragraph is a little round, as if someone used a finger to write it on this kind of stone tablet that can be retained for 10,000 years.

The brushstrokes are almost crudely mad, and the black-red color that is almost sunk into the stone can be faintly seen.

"We can't kill... Guys, you can't kill it, it's resurrected again!"

“... They will come back, they will be revived in tens of thousands of years, just like before, they will destroy all living beings, they will take revenge, yes, they will come back, whether it is the Six Realms, or the small world attached to the human world, and the living beings inside, they will all be destroyed......"

"We have died so many people, it turns out that we are all doing useless work, useless work!"

The person who wrote this line seems to have fallen into a complete frenzy.

Even after thousands of years have passed, Zhao Li, who read this line of words, still feels the pain and powerlessness of the person who wrote it at that time, as well as the uncontrollable despair when writing this line of words.

Through these inscriptions, these emotions have passed through the long years of 10,000 years, and they have clearly surfaced in Zhao Li's heart. It made him feel like his heart was almost going to stop beating, and he felt a cold chill in his back creep up little by little.

The hairs on Zhao Li's neck exploded slightly.

Then he saw the last line and read it softly.

"Later generations, remember that whether you are Da Zhou or Jiuli, or the demon clan. ”

"Absolutely not, believe ......"

The text came to an abrupt end, leaving a crack in the stele, and a red color that seeped deep into the crack like blood.

PS: Today's second update is presented.........

Thank you for the reward of the crow on a moonlit night, thank you very much~

I want to continue to push the outline and the main line, so there are only two more today (holding fists)