On the surface of the dusk yellow spring, a lonely boat broke the waves.

Strangely, the boat is not big, but it is flat and stable in the Yellow Spring.

Even standing on it, you can't feel the slightest bump.

It was completely different from the voyage I had taken before, and the boat experience on the Cow Bell.

The waves on the surrounding water seem to have consciously or unconsciously avoided the position of the boat.

When the Kiss Boat crosses the turbulent area of the water.

The yellow spring in front of him suddenly fell silent.

The dusky water surface, when it came here, there was no longer a trace of waves in an instant.

It's like a windless zone on the sea.

The surface of the water is quiet, and there is not even a single fish white, and at a glance, it looks like a grassland in a flat river.

"Master! Look underneath the ship! ”

Wangcai's screams made Ding Xiaoyi suddenly nervous.

After his eyes swept over the side of the boat, his expression suddenly became strange.

Kiss on the boat.

The big head looked curious about this, and when he saw Ding Xiaoyi looking down, he also poked out his head, staring at the water.

Just a quick glance, the eyes of the big head were round, and it was difficult to take his eyes off the water.

I saw my own figure on the water.

But it's not a shadow of yourself, it's a real other self.

What's even more surprising to the big heads.

On the water, he was in a mess with another flying head.

Compared with his strong body, the flying head man next to him is extremely petite.

And the face is noticeably more feminine.

The tentacles of the two flying heads were intertwined, as if they were two octopuses fighting, and they became tighter and tighter.

The big head who watched this scene was very embarrassed, and his face was flushed.

But I still put my head together and looked at every detail carefully.

This is a valuable learning resource.

However, just when the big head looked at it carefully, the big man in front of him, who was originally in love, suddenly opened his bloody mouth and bit his cheek fiercely.

For a while, his face was bloody, his cheeks were blurred, and half of his face was torn off.

In terror, he struggled to get away from the flying head in front of him.

But at this time, the big head found that his tentacle joints were firmly entangled into a ball of twist.

What made him even more desperate was that the dense crowd of small flying heads in the surrounding bushes came out of them, pounced on him like locusts, and began to eat his own flesh.

The scene in front of him took a sharp turn, which frightened the big head.

The head retracted into the box very quickly, and the whole box rattled.

It's like the washing machine is spinning out the clothes in the bucket and not putting them away.

Ding Xiaoyi only frowned slightly at this, and the pictures in front of him changed one by one.

Without exception, it is their own way of dying.

It is like being cut off by a knife.

In a naval battle, he was head-on by a super powerful energy cannon and was beaten to ashes.

There is also a scene where he seems to have fallen under some kind of curse, lying on the bed, his body rapidly decaying and aging, and finally his bones are crushed and ashes are raised under a fresh wind.

What else was pried open by bugs.

The flesh becomes like a big meatball, and so on, and the way to die is not in the detailed list.

But it just looks scary.

In fact, the fate of human beings is constantly changing.

For example, in the picture I saw, there were all kinds of strange ways to die, but if these ways of death were certain.

One is enough.

How could I have seen so many of them?

He speculated that the picture reflected on the surface of the water could not be said to be false, but was only the result of some one in ten million probability.

However, these deductions cannot be used as any basis for reference.

Because people's actions are not fixed tracks, but out of constant change.

Even if you move your finger more, you may often form a different trajectory.

So for the pictures in front of him, Ding Xiaoyi didn't pay attention to them at all, or even took them to heart.

Otherwise, I think about this in my head every day, and I can't drive people crazy.

Looking back at the trembling head.

It looks like this guy is frightened, but hopefully it won't have any negative effects.

At this time, a withered old tree appeared in his sight.

It is not an exaggeration to describe the old tree canopy covering the sky.

The huge canopy, any branch, is thicker than the trunk of those hundred-year-old trees in reality.

It's just that the old tree has withered, like a giant tree that runs through the sky, which is really fascinating.

And when the kissing boat floated closer, Ding Xiaoyi saw clearly.

On the body of the old tree, there are actually dense faces, human faces, and some non-human faces.

There are even bird faces.

Faces with different expressions.

At a glance, it gives people the feeling of being in a vast sea of people.

In front of the ancient tree, there is a huge stone stele, the stele does not know what material it is, and the whole body is black and shiny.

Soaked in the yellow spring, but there is no corrosion.

It's about the height of a two-story building, and it's hard to see where it stands.

There are a few lines written on it in a very strange font.

I don't recognize it, but Wangcai does.

"Master, this is Sanskrit, I'll take a look at ......"

Wangcai separated a cloud of smoke, and after circling around the stone tablet, the smoke cloud quickly returned to Wangcai's body.

After Wangcai digested the content of Sanskrit, he immediately explained the origin of the mysterious ancient tree in front of him to his master with regret.

"This tree is called the Sacred Tree of Prayer.

Imprinting your face on the tree will enable you to understand your own cause and effect future and gain insight into a major turning point in your life.

But everyone only gets one chance.

As a result, everyone came to do it, and every inch of the tree that could be used was used.

In the end, there was a big fight and broke the rhizome of the sacred tree.

So much so that the sacred tree withered, and after it died, it became the withered tree it is now. ”

Wangcai couldn't help but feel sorry in his heart, this is a real artifact.

People don't like to take medicine, but there is one medicine that they can't ask for, and that is regret medicine.

If you can understand your own cause and effect future, you will be in the right position in the most important choices in your life.

It's just the same as playing a game and opening a cheat code!!

It's no wonder that so many people finally fought for a place.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!"

Wangcai lamented for a while, but Ding Xiaoyi's eyes stared at the stone tablet in front of him for a while.

This surprised Wangcai.

I thought that after listening to my translation, my master would definitely feel sorry, and even scolded those people for being brainless.

But he didn't want to, Ding Xiaoyi was surprisingly calm.

His eyes looked at the stone tablet carefully, as if he understood the words on it.

"Master, what are you looking at??"

"Look at the stele!"

Ding Xiaoyi said, his heart moved, and the kiss boat approached the stone monument lightly.

I saw that in front of me was a quilt, soaked in the yellow spring after years, but it was still as smooth as jade.

took out his Xuantong broadsword, and the exaggerated half-moon blade was gently knocked on the stone tablet.

When the blade touches the stele, it makes a metal-like crashing sound, crisp and neat.

"You say...... Can we take this thing with us? ”

Ding Xiaoyi looked at the stone tablet in front of him with a serious expression, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he instantly thundered Wangcai.

"Hiss~~ Master, your eyes are as discerning as a torch, and your thinking that understands the essence at a glance is really beyond my reach at this time."

Not only is it excellent, but it is simply a numb scalp of the show.

Whoever comes, seeing such a huge and mysterious ancient tree, must be in awe, and their minds are all attracted by the huge body of the ancient tree.

If you can read the handwriting on the stele, then you must be like yourself, while being shocked, you will sigh in your heart.

Who would pay attention to this stele?

This stele does not know how long it has been standing in the depths of the Yellow Spring.

There is still no damage to the semblance, and even the handwriting on it is clearly visible.

It's like it was carved yesterday.

I didn't notice this detail before, but now that I think about it, I'm afraid that this stele itself is already an extraordinary treasure.

I saw a glint flash in Ding Xiaoyi's eyes, took a deep breath, awakened his spiritual energy, picked up the Xuantong big knife, faced the side of the stone tablet, and slashed it horizontally.

This knife is slashed horizontally, the knife wind is like a mountain, and the knife is like thunder.

This is Chen Lao's most proud sword technique, and he does not have the assistance of a high-grade fierce soldier like [Blood Prison] in his hands.

But the Xuantong broadsword is made from the nails of the Xuantong beast.

Perhaps it doesn't have the power of a psionic creature like Bloodhell.

But with the induction connected to his heart, coupled with the indestructible hardness, for himself, the Xuantong Broadsword is the best weapon.

A horizontal slash was made, and the blade made an extremely piercing noise on the stone tablet.

I saw the blood of my tiger's mouth splattering, and it rolled to the ground along the blade.

There was a white knife mark on the stele in front of him, but with a light wipe of his fingers, the white mark was suddenly wiped away.

Fortunately, although the stele is strong, his Xuantong broadsword is also undamaged.

"Sure enough, it's a baby!"

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi was overjoyed in his heart.

How sharp the nails of the Xuantong Beast are, his heart is very clear.

A knife went down, and not even a trace was left, indicating that this stone tablet was extraordinary.

The big baby picked up for nothing, why don't you want it.

As for how to process it when you go back, you don't have to worry about it, just ask the bad old man when the time comes.

Kicked into the box and called out the frightened head inside: "Idiot, come out and work!" ”