In the small cave room, the three-meter-high dome directly above the futon is inlaid with a large basin bead. It emits a soft white light that illuminates the room.

This is also a rare treasure, and it is no problem to sell it for 100,000 taels of gold after taking it out. Practicality is powerful and irreplaceable in the dark.

Xintianyou watched quietly for a while, and then gave up.

The big beads are inlaid into the dome, and the surface layer is also "glazed", which is integrated with the stone wall, and it is not easy to pry. Besides, it is not clear whether it is implicated in the formation, and it does not dare to act rashly.

He left the "lamp" and looked from the cave wall on the left, as is customary.

"I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the ones who come after. Thinking of the world and the world, I am alone and crying! ”

In regular script, it is Yan Zhenqing's way. Fang is well-behaved, and Zang Feng is clumsy.

"The Song of Denggu Youtai" appeared in the cultivator's cave, which always made people feel weird. If you think about it, it's not surprising. In the face of endless time and boundless space, anyone will be confused and powerless.

Xin Tianyou looked at it, and while poking his fingers into the pen marks, his expression gradually solidified.

These words are not carved with a chisel, but drawn directly with the fingers. Deposited in the deep sea for hundreds of millions of years, the incomparably hard rocks have turned into tofu blocks under the fingers of the other party.

The next line of words dragon flying phoenix dance, three points into the stone, almost breaking the wall and flying.

"God is at peace? Where is Fo'an? Xian'an is there? Where are the heavens and people? ”

Xintian amusement.

Dare to love this is not a god, Buddha and immortal, and he has never even seen a celestial.

After venting, the writer's mind calmed down a lot, and the next edition was a more casual book.

"Yu Yu is reckless and dull, and he talks a lot, and people think he is crazy......"

Xintianyou always felt that the context was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, or heard of it. Frowning and thinking about it for a while, he still didn't understand the essentials and continued to look down.

After a few lines, his body shuddered.

I strangled it, and the thread fell into the eye of the needle, which was very clever!

I went to someone's former residence just three days ago, took away their powerful magic weapon, and broke into someone's cave today.

The master here is impressive, invincible in the world, madman!

This guy thinks that desperately suppressing cultivation like the goddess of Chushan certainly delays the thunder tribulation and buys time for cultivation. But it piles up all the risks to the end, causing a one-time outbreak, which is not desirable.

Therefore, he climbed step by step, honestly being struck by lightning.

Then a new problem was discovered, and the power of the Thunder Tribulation was related to the cultivation of the Raider. The weaker you are, the more successful you are. But the stronger it is, the more fierce the thunder will be, and you won't stop until you break people to pieces.

After he arrived at the unprecedented Eightfold Tribulation Realm, he faced a serious problem. For surviving the last catastrophe, at most only 50% sure.

The monks of the world all held their heads high, and the Daomen watched coldly.

At such a time, he was soft, and he was absolutely not allowed to apply to enter the Void Secret Realm, and it was also against his Dao heart.

The mad Taoist pondered for half a year, and finally came up with a wonderful method.

When I used to send my disciples to the South China Sea, I stumbled upon an island with particularly lush flowers and trees, and fresh air. Suddenly, the vitality of heaven and earth is getting weaker and weaker, and it is fast to disperse on land, slow to be in the ocean, and there may be great spiritual veins at the bottom of the sea.

Dive into the deep sea, and sure enough.

He dug a cave at the outlet of the spiritual vein, isolated the sea water with a formation, and came here to practice from time to time.

Two months before the catastrophe, he infiltrated the Purple Mansion again. When the cultivation reached the ninth level, the thunder did not descend due to the thick sea water blocking the heavens.

After continuing to live at the bottom of the sea for a year, he felt that he could no longer improve, and he soared into the sky and crossed the galaxy directly.

According to the estimation of the mad Taoist, the heavenly thunder will still pursue. But because he ran fast, the power of the thunder could not be fully exerted, and it could be completely carried by him. Once out of the control of the planet, there is nothing to worry about.

This is where the narrative comes to an abrupt end.

It's incoherent and the text is scattered. Wherever you want to write, it is estimated that it was not done at the same time period.

There is a review of the life, mentioning the peach tree in front of the door. There is an experience of refining qi and refining gods, and there is also chatter......

For example, at the beginning, "Little Supreme" was the prince of Yelang, and when he was rescued from the coup d'état, he never forgot to take revenge. The mad people think that it is just a "mole ant fighting ear". Annoyed, he was thrown far away to the islands of the South Seas.

The local aborigines live primitively, "there is no paper and pen, but the sheepskin mallet is thin and blackened, the thin bamboo is cut into the pen, and the white ash is dipped in the words, such as the shape of the earthworm." ”

Xintianyou read more than 3,000 words on the two walls, and he was angry.

The crazy old man is really crazy, really lazy.

Look, what's written? Fragments have no central idea, no gist of paragraphs...... Even if it is a method of breaking the formation with a few words, it is good. What do you do when you have nothing to do when you have nothing to do writing about the customs and customs of 800 years ago, and leave it to future generations for archaeology!

I looked at it carefully twice, but I still couldn't find any clues to break the formation.

Finally figured it out, the madman didn't expect someone to visit the deep sea at all. The carvings on the walls are not "wills, biographies, and exercises", but graffiti.

There was no way, Xintianyou took out the Sky Shaking Bow from the space ring, and used the bow tip to poke the light curtain with a fluke mentality, which was useless.

He only had one way left in Huashan, released energy, and used high temperature incineration to break the formation.

Otherwise, it will be like a fly burrowing into a glass cover, trapped alive.

The temperature in the light curtain was a little higher than that of the sea, but it was only twelve or thirteen degrees. Not only is it unable to absorb external heat, but it is losing its own heat.

Light energy can be absorbed, but the high-energy ultraviolet content is too small, far from what the body needs.

Kinetic energy can not be imagined, there is no waterfall here.

The most terrible thing is that the purple mansion is clean and smooth, and there is no food.

Before the mad Taoist ascended, he stayed for a year and two months, and he didn't know if there was a valley. But even if he wanted to eat, he just stepped out of the light curtain, and there was an ocean of food outside.

Xintianyou has only embarked on a long road of evolution, and the metabolism of cells has not gotten rid of its dependence on chemical energy. It's okay not to eat for a day, it's okay to go without food for 10 days, or even go without food for 100 days......

But if you don't eat it for a thousand days, you will definitely be finished.

If you don't eat it for 10,000 days, the earth will end first.

A day later, he was anxious to make one hundred and fifty generous spirit crystals and put them into the space ring.

It's only nine cubic meters in total, which is too small. With nearly half of the space occupied by Mithril and other materials, there is only so much space left to hold.

I haven't rested for more than 20 hours, either climbing the cliff wall to peel off the "glass", or pondering the message of the crazy Taoist, or digging indiscriminately.

I didn't dare to sleep, for fear that I wouldn't wake up.

After everything was ready, Xintianyou solemnly walked to the edge of the light curtain and released his energy to concentrate on one point.

The formation has not changed.

The output was increased, and the peak reached 1,300 degrees, which was hotter than ordinary magma.

Unfortunately, it didn't work. The gas in the light curtain flowed, spreading the heat instantly, and only a few plume ripples appeared.

Xintianyou stopped.

What doesn't work, don't have to stick to.

Damn, it's over.