Ilan was in a trance, as if he had returned to Grandpa Brolin's bedroom, and a sheepskin scroll appeared in his sea of consciousness, tattered and old, dull and dull, with ash stains all over it, and the traces of insect bites were very obvious, obviously it was just a fragment, maybe only a part of some ancient scroll, and the strange handwriting on it had become mottled, and it was covered with a strange smell that seemed to be rotten and somewhat strange.

On the scroll, a strange and ancient text is depicted, drawn in circles, like a picture scroll.

The kind of circle painting, like the Salim text of the picture scroll, seems to condense a strange magic, although it seems mottled when it looks rough, but when you look closely, it is as clear as new, which makes people's minds immersed in it at once, unable to extricate themselves, unable to forget, as if it has been engraved into the soul, so that Ilan is still addicted and unable to break free.

Bursts of old mantras rang out, hard and ancient, as if telling an old story, or as if praying for something. The benevolent voice of the old man Brolin, low and pleasant, with a unique rhythm and magnetism, enveloped Elan in it, as if there was an invisible glimmer enveloping Elan's body.

In the trembling special pronunciation, Yilan's mind was extremely clear and solemn, as if it was a strange divine sound, or a special spell that opened the door of fate sounded in the bottom of Yilan's heart:

"It's a bloody place, it's a source of killing; It's a cursed place, it's a dark paradise; This is a place where bones are buried, and this is where reincarnation lies; This is the land of ten thousand calamities, and this is the abyss of death. Only the destined strong can get out, otherwise, the loser will only become a bitter ghost, endless white bones, bear the crushing of the strong, the torment of the years, the torment of fate, and the soul will always sink here, never be liberated. ”

The words of this sheepskin scroll are difficult, headless and tailless, inexplicable, as if they meant something, and there was no trace.

Whether it's a curse, or a prophecy, or just a game of the ancients, hehe, I can't tell.

The low voice, stirring in the air, the strange melody, forming strange runes, and strange fluctuations appeared in the space.

The parchment scroll soared into the air, as if summoned and restrained by a magical power, and began to tremble with the space, tearing, shattering, and turning into fluttering butterflies, like the outline of a spider's web, and then into a little star.

Flashing, then condensing, and finally condensing into a scarlet skull imprint, emitting a dazzling red light, the light is tiny, but it seems to be infinitely bright, at this moment, the heaven and the earth are discolored, the sun and the moon are dull.

After the light passed, it turned dim and nothing, and finally, this strange skull mark disappeared into Ilan's eyebrows, flashed abruptly, and then disappeared.

And the sheepskin scroll inadvertently turned into gray-white powder and dust, however, today it appeared strangely in Ilan's mind, and at the same time, there were three other scrolls that also faintly appeared, corresponding to each other, regardless of the ups and downs of the hurricane sea, these scrolls were indifferent, unaffected, very magical.

"This is the scroll that Grandpa Brolin gave me, why is it in my sea of consciousness? Hey, how can there be three copies of the same scroll? What's going on? ”

A trace of memory gradually emerged, and one of the scrolls first appeared in Ilan's consciousness, this one was the parchment scroll that Uncle Iasa gave to Ilan, and the spells in it appeared high and low in Ilan's ears:

"The earth will be stained red with blood, the flowers of death will bloom, the seeds of fate will be buried, awakened in the arms of God, when the roses of the east will bloom, the darkness of destiny will come, the daggers of weeping blood will bring blood, and the stars will guide the beacon of vengeance. O singer who guides the world, will be born in the flames. On the other side of the sea, and on the earth that sleeps beneath his feet, he will tremble and collapse, and the gods who live in the past, and the ruined courtyards of the gods, will hear his footsteps. He came for destruction, he came for rebirth, the souls of the dead sang sad songs, the tombstones of the gods resounded with eternal eulogies, the golden sun, the brilliant roses, the shadows of vengeance, the trumpets of the gods, the firm steps, until the door of fate opened......"

The strange Salim language resounded in his heart, and he could not forget it.

"This is supposed to be the scroll that Uncle Isasa gave me, aren't my father and mother ordinary people? Why was it possible to get such a magical scroll? Who will kill them? Could it be that these murderers are trying to track down the whereabouts of these parchment scrolls? The clue of the blood feud between his parents appeared again, which made Ilan's face bruise, and a painful and confused expression appeared on his face at the same time.

However, Ilan's grief didn't last long, and a third scroll appeared in his consciousness, this time not a scroll, but an old book.

"Hey, isn't this the basic alchemy book that the old man gave me? Yes, that's right, it's really this book, it seems that this book is really not simple, haha, I didn't expect this to be a treasure, hehe, it seems that I have no eyes and no beads and blame the old man of the ring. ”

Yes, this book is an ancient thread-bound book with yellowed pages, full of quaint brilliance, when Yilan used spiritual power to infiltrate it, the book was very abruptly weathered into a little butterfly-like fragments, and then turned into dust, and finally disappeared into the space of the revenant, so that Yilan thought that he was on the Ring Spirit, and let the old man of the Ring Spirit compensate him with a copy of "Harry Gold Basic Forging Technique", that is, the 36-style hammer method of Xiao Tianxing.

"Is this also a scroll?" Just when Ilan Fox was uncertain, this thread-bound book had a change, from real to virtual, and then from virtual to real, and restored its original appearance, and it was indeed a sheepskin scroll, "A scroll that can be disguised?" ”

However, this was not the end of the story, and soon a sheepskin scroll appeared in Ilan's sea of consciousness.

It is also a scroll, covered with Salim characters, the same vicissitudes of life, the same quaint, fascinating.

This sheepskin scroll appeared, and Ilan's nerves suddenly tensed, as if he had returned to the alchemy tower of Ill City, where he, Agnes, and his apprentice of his cheap uncle, Qua Muse, were undergoing the trials of the nine-story tower.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, like mountains and seas of spiritual and physical pressure, of course, there is an endless, tireless huge amount of alchemy experiments, Yi Lan is like being there, he refining countless alchemy potions, bearing endless pressure, step by step towards the small building on the top of the mountain.

When Yilan stepped on the thousandth step, his body was like being pressed against a mountain, and if the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps seemed to be facing a hundred giant dragons, then the coercion of one thousand steps was equivalent to ten thousand giant dragons. The powerful spiritual coercion swept like a tsunami, and Zhihai was like tens of thousands of tons of explosives planted, which were detonated together.

Then, his body became extremely heavy, and Zhihai began to shatter and collapse, and the natal bead burst. His consciousness fell into endless panic, pain, and darkness, his mental power was scattered and out of control, and his mind was blank.

As if he had gone back to the past, Ilan's nerves had once again experienced ruin, endless pain, and then, he appeared in the nine-story tower, and he saw the strange parchment scroll, this time, what happened when he was unconscious actually appeared in front of him, his body appeared on the long table, the scroll shone brightly, and runes flowed from it, and then submerged into Ilan's eyebrows and heart in the sea of consciousness, in the sea of knowledge, the same three scrolls appeared in turn, and the runes boiled out, They detached from the scroll, flew between the seas of consciousness, hooked up, and golden rune chains appeared, and then, more and more, finally formed a strange golden rune array.

After the formation of this rune array, they began to be eager to try, they extracted a large amount of dark power, death power, huge spiritual power and broken soul fragments from Yilan's sea of knowledge space, and then gathered them in the rune array, fighting the stars, the vicissitudes of life, I don't know how many years have passed, and it seems that in an instant, the golden rune array suddenly disappeared, and the place where the big array is located once again condensed Yilan's two natal beads, as if there have been since ancient times, still the same, the death of the natal beads like a beehive, The assassination natal bead is like a snake's teeth.

"Ahem, these four scrolls can actually be combined into a complete rune array, what kind of big array is this, which can resurrect people and make people eternal, is this eternal love, I see, why can I escape death again and again, it is actually in my body that can make me reborn. Ha ha...... This one is great. Isn't this immortal? ”

Yilan's laughter was crazy and forgetful, which made the old hammer next to him dumbfounded and puzzled, "This kid, is it crazy to have sheep's horns?" Could this be the price of building a rune array in the body? ”

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