"Doesn't it make a difference? If you were to die now, would you be willing?" Kwon Xiangtu was smiling on his face, but his tone was hideous.

"In a person's life, if he dies well, he will die without regrets, right?" Xue Yonglan smiled and snuggled up to the eagle, "I can't save you, just die with you." It's just that I know that once a human being dies, he can enter the six realms of reincarnation, reincarnate, and become a new human being, and where will your next life be?" Xue Yonglan smiled and looked up at the big eagle's face.

"Where you are, I will be. All the knots on this rope of life are our clutches. As long as you meet, you can awaken, and you can live every life without regrets. The eagle bowed his head and kissed the snow and embraced the blue.

Quan Xiangtu's right hand trembled slightly, stretched out at high speed, and retreated at high speed, and in a ten-thousandth of a second, he hit Xue Yonglan's back hard.

Xue Yonglan's body went limp, and she fell in the crook of the eagle's arm.

In the face of the superbrain, human life becomes as fragile as a mayfly, and it can die ten thousand times a second.

Quan Xiangtu waved his hand to withdraw the rope, looked down at the hundreds of knots on it, and counted them one by one with a grim smile: "This one, the kink is complex, the strength is strange, and the twenty-seven rings are set together, representing the wisdom of the extreme heaven and earth, the 'sand of the Ganges' of the stars of the poor universe, right?" I can tell from the knot that it is a reference to the famous 'Dead Hill of India' incident. Archaeologists have been unable to determine why the ancient Indian city of Mohenjodaro turned into a dead mound overnight 4,000 years ago, and the secret lies in this knot. However, who can decipher the meaning of this knot except the superbrain? Isn't it the stupidest and saddest thing that the man who invented the method of 'knotting the knots' did that so many things that have happened on earth throughout the ages have been recorded in knots and then annihilated in knots?"

He mentioned the name of "Indian Dead Hill", which made Fang Qing exclaim in shock: "What? The unsolved case, which is called the 'three mysteries of the world' along with the 'Tunguska explosion in Russia' and the explosion at the Wanggong factory in Beijing, China, turned out to be ...... Does it have something to do with this rope?"

Fang Qing is the younger sister of Fang Qianqi, the "King of Asian Mountains", and has been in contact with famous explorers from the Three Mountains and Five Mountains since she was a child. As a result, she has more historical information on the world's mysteries in her mind than any such monograph on the market today. After all, those rumors that have been put into the books can only account for a drop in the bucket of various puzzles. The real mysteries are all in the explorer's diary, or they are strange goods to live in, or they are shelved in the cabinet, and they will not be passed down to the people at all.

There is not much well-documented information about the Dead Hills in India, except for the following vague accounts:

In 1922, Indian archaeologist Banalj discovered an ancient ruin on a small island in the Indus River. According to the ruins, it was originally a city, but it was suddenly destroyed one day 3,500 years ago. The name of the city is "Mohenjo Daro", which means "dead hill" in Hindi.

After a lot of field investigations, British scientist Jewen Boer and Italian scientist Vinci found obvious traces of the explosion in the city, and all the buildings at the center of the explosion were razed to the ground, and the damage gradually weakened from near to far, and only the most remote buildings survived. In the middle of the ruins they found fragments of sintered clay and other minerals, which had been smelted at temperatures of up to 1,500 degrees, a temperature that could only be reached in the furnaces of the smelters or from the source of a forest fire that lasted for several days. However, there has never been a forest on the island, so it can only be inferred that the fire originated from a large explosion.

Archaeologists also cite the description of a weapon of war in the ancient Indian Sanskrit narrative poem Mahabharata: "It was as if the power of nature had burst forth at once, the sun was spinning, the flames of the weapons had made the earth burn, and the elephants had been burned with fire to escape this terrible calamity." The river boiled, the beasts died, the enemies fell one by one, the corpses were in disarray, the horses and chariots were burned, and the whole battlefield was in the aftermath of the fire. There was a deathly silence on the sea, the wind rose, and the earth lit up. It is truly a gruesome picture, the bodies of the deceased were mutilated and deformed by the terrible fire. We have never seen or heard of such a weapon......"

Many historical texts in India record a strange explosion that occurred in ancient times, such as "dazzling light", "smokeless fire", "purple-white aurora", "silver clouds", "strange sunset", "day in the night" and other descriptions can be found everywhere, which can prove that the nuclear explosion was the real culprit that caused the destruction of the ancient city.

To sum up, archaeologists have linked the destruction of the city of Mohenjo to a nuclear bomb. However, common sense tells scientists that it was not until the end of World War II that the first atomic bomb was invented and used. Then, the Indian Dead Hill appeared more than 3,600 years ago, and there could have been no atomic bomb at that time.

"You're so powerful that you can even untie the knots of our clan. I've been wandering the surface of this planet for so long, and you're the first to make sense of this rope without much effort. Before that, there was only one person who could come close to you, and his brain was almost 'celestial' and capable of thinking about thousands of things at the same time. He once said that as much as he had beard and hair, he could count as many things as he could in parallel. It's a pity that such a person has an instant brain breakdown because of the failure of his attempt to the world, and he becomes a wooden man with no thinking power, living in seclusion on an overseas fairy island, and dying of loneliness. The big eagle hugged Xue Yonglan, his expression became extremely calm, and the old monk was calm and had no expression. There was no light in his eyes, like a dry pool, only desolate and sad.

"What are you talking about, is it one of the 'Three Heroes of Wind and Dust' who tried to compete with Li Shimin for the world in the history of the Tang Dynasty? No matter how strong he is, he is just a human, and I am a super brain that represents the highest level of science and technology of earthlings. The IQ is high and low, at a glance. Not only can I see that this set of knots represents the Indian Dead Hill, but I can also understand that the other two knots that are tied into countless peace buckles are the explosion of Wang Gongchang in Beijing, China, and the knot that is tied into countless isosceles triangles refers to the Tunguska explosion in Russia. The above three mysteries of nature should all be related to you, right? I've always been like cutting through your brain to see what you've done in the long history of 10,000 years, and why are you leaving so many mysteries?" Quan Xiangtu said with a sneer.

"If you can read the knotted rope account, you can understand me." The Great Eagle stared gloomily at the rope that floated in mid-air.

"The rope is dead and you are alive, that's not the same at all. In addition, when I inhabit different entities, the power I gain is different, and the speed of my operation will be very different. You come from there, and your body structure is different from that of ordinary people, so I believe that our union will be of epoch-making significance. Kwon Sang-tu smirked.

"Well, she's dead anyway, and I don't care about it here. Come, take it," the eagle pointed to his temple.

Without hesitation, Kwon Sang-tu strode forward and approached the Great Eagle.

Ding Jun shouted violently: "Mr. Quan, please stay."

The Great Eagle is an encyclopedia of the history of the earth, and he wants to do his best to protect the other party, which is also equivalent to protecting a historical site of great significance.

"How?" Quan Xiangtu really stopped.

"I think he's seriously injured and exhausted. It makes no sense for you to act at this time, and it will only exacerbate his death. The priority is to open those two doors, not to be distracted. Ding Jun replied.

Quan Xiangtu turned around and looked at Ding Jun with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You want to save him?" Do you pity him?"

Ding Jun shook his head: "Everyone here today is all taking care of themselves, and I have no ability to save him." However, I also want to see the ending and explore the world behind the stone gate."

In an instant, the big eagle rose into the air, holding the snow in one hand, and rolled up its wings, carrying Ding Jun through the barrier formed by the black light, and landed at the other end of the altar.

"Only you can kill him. I can't do it anymore, but I can take you into our world, gain the exact same power as I do, and then rush back to kill him. I'll help you get in, but you have to promise me to kill him and avenge Xue Yonglan! "The eagle's pupils have completely turned blood-red, and his breath is heavy, with less in and more out.

"Where to go?" Ding Jun asked.

"Black light." The big eagle spun around, and its wings supported Ding Jun and sent him into the black light.

The black light was only less than a millimeter thick, and when Ding Jun's body approached the black light, he immediately found that the black light was divided into countless levels, like a three-dimensional edifice that had been infinitely shrunk. However, there is no color in all the levels, only the intensity of the light.

The light was originally substantial, but the black light leaking from the veins inside the door was like a sandwich wall, leading straight to the crack of the stone door.

Ding Jun strode forward, but the things in front of him did not change as he advanced. After he had walked for five minutes, he immediately stopped, for he found that he had not advanced at all, but had stood still, like a lost camel. So, he stopped abruptly and looked cautiously into the hazy directions.

"What do you mean by the prince sending you back? Is it to apologize? Or do you want to give you as a gift to the elders of the clan? This time, the portal door was opened to give the prince one last chance. He was almost on the verge of success, and with just a thought of his mind, he could use the power of the black light to retreat. At that time, the portal was finally closed, cutting off the only communication point to the surface of the earth, and the evacuation was complete. He is a prince, our future, and he must go back with us ....... A babbling woman's voice rang out.

"Who are you? Is Big Eagle a prince? He's in danger, and you're not going to save him?" Ding Jun shouted into the darkness.

In the darkness, the fog was thick, and Ding Jun couldn't see any impact or smell any smell. For him, this is a completely strange world, and every human senses have lost their usefulness, leaving only the endless apprehension in the bottom of his heart.

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