His movements were very slow, lest there be the slightest mistake, after all, this astrolabe monument has existed for too long, and the square altar can be safe and sound for years, and there must be something extraordinary about it. Please search (product book) to see the most complete!

On the altar, Yan Tong's fingers were moving, and when he wandered eight times according to the picture he had seen before, an inexplicable aura emanated from the altar.

Although he could not accurately describe it in words, he was sure that it was the life force that was disappearing.

In the distance, in Long Hao's sight, Yan Tong's tall and thin body became a little hunchbacked, full of black hair, with a little silver and white that was particularly dazzling, and the silver hair still regenerated with Yan Tong's movements!

Yan Tong looked at his hand that had become thin, stopped moving, he recalled it in his mind, and nodded lightly, "I can withstand it, the action of nine times, it will be over, thanks to me, if you change to a master, you will definitely not be able to withstand it." ”

"Rest assured, this altar is about to be opened. Yan Tong nodded slightly, and his thin hand began to move slowly.

As his movements continued, his head was full of black silk, white sideburns, and most of them were white, and his whole body muscles began to atrophy, as if he had passed the eternal years in an instant, and he was no longer young!

He only saw his fingers, and his back, in Long Hao's sight, his clothes were shattered, his muscles disappeared, and patches of corruption appeared.

"Hum~"

There, there is a stone jar with mud sealing, simple and old.

Listening to Yan Tong's transmission, Long Hao's heart was weak and sour, he came quickly, directly took the stone altar in the altar, and shrouded Yan Tong with nine monuments, and opened his voice with a little trembling, "Recover quickly." ”

"Yan Tong!" Long Hao glared, his heart was beating wildly, and his mind was buzzing and chaotic at this moment.

The supernatural power shrouded the scattered golden bones, and the immortal order was like a floating water pattern, reorganizing the golden bones and allowing Yan Tong's flesh and blood to regenerate.

Such a scene made Long Hao have to admire, the powerful god of the immortal body!

The recess on the surface of the ashlar altar has been closed and restored to its previous appearance, and no matter how you look at it or perceive it, it is difficult to find the slightest flaw in the surface that can be opened.

When the sound fell, Long Hao took the ancient and old stone altar and walked towards the outside of the tribal ruins, and Yan Tong followed behind him and quickly walked out.

As the pieces of mud fell, the stone altar was opened, and from beginning to end, there was no change or crisis!

After waiting for a while, Long Hao squatted down and took the ancient scroll in his hand, and his hand was soft, light as clouds and smoke, like a cloud of air.

It is obviously an ancient scroll that really exists, but it has no weight at all, and it is difficult to understand!

"The scroll is a physical object, but it has no weight. Long Hao opened his mouth to explain, and then handed the ancient scroll to Yan Tong.

"I don't know. Long Hao shook his head and ordered: "Use the power of immortal martial arts to control it in the air, open it, and see what it is?"

However, what caught my eye was a blank space, and there were no patterns, no handwriting, and no unusual fluctuations.

"It's the other way around. Long Hao frowned, although he knew that this ancient scroll was extraordinary, but this blank space also made him very disappointed.

In addition, there are two small lines of strange patterns on the left and right of the print, like a formation pattern, like a totem, and more like an ancient character!