On the fourth inscription, what was written made Lin Qin's eyes light up.

"Huizhu, see the words like faces. If you see this inscription, I may no longer be there. If he can return, he will definitely erase the inscription. This life is over, and I will see you in the next life. If Tian'er escaped from the death of the war group, it would be considered a blessing. I know that you have always been obsessed with the fact that Tian'er went to war, but the eldest husband stands up to the sky, this is all fate. Silence, good luck. ”

He must have been a good husband and father. Between the lines, it is full of warm love.

All this, in Lin Qin's eyes, made the warmth that he had suppressed in the depths of his heart awaken again. The rain lingered, and Jiang Lang's hand in front of him lightly touched the stone stele. The stele is psychic, and the Yuan Force slowly circulates around.

"Look, Brother Jiang actually communicated with the stone tablet, it seems that this time it will be able to pass smoothly!"

"Wait for the stele pattern to be revealed, and I'll definitely have a good time to observe it. The enlightened man behind him looked eager to try. Jiang Lang walked over slowly, but before he could deeply feel the Dao pattern in it, he was directly bounced away by the Yuan Force.

"Uh......"

"What's the matter, why haven't you even revealed the Dao Pattern?" The faces of the people who had still had great hopes changed, and they had to sigh and shake their heads, looking disappointed. The failure of the teenager, and when he lost a chance to observe.

Jiang Lang was exhausted, standing stupidly in place, drenched in the rain, and muttered: "How can it be ......?"

"I'm sorry, but this brother, if you don't prepare to go to the monument, please move your position. Lin Qin came back to his senses and whispered to the man in the rain.

"That's enough, where did you come from, do you really think you're capable? Brother Jiang at least communicated with the stele, I want to see how you little-known kid can eat deflated!"

Lin Qin shook his head, smiled and said nothing, just waiting for the man to move his position.

The person who had exhausted his talents retreated gloomily and turned around to leave, Lin Qin passed by him with a yellow paper umbrella, and muttered: "Since you already feel it, why resist?"

Jiang Lang's body trembled as if he had been shocked, stared at Lin Qin's eyes, and pursed his lips.

"Look at the stele and understand the stele, don't dare to follow your heart, so what else can you do?" Lin Qin could see that this young man just now obviously had the intention of deliberately resisting, and he would naturally be ejected by the stele. After saying this, he walked straight to the stone monument with his umbrella in hand.

"Oh, look how he died!"

Under the yellow paper umbrella, Lin Qin looked up, looked at the long boarding road, and muttered, "You have to hurry." He stepped into the stele and disappeared as if he had entered another dimension.

"Huh?"

He ...... What about people!"

Xia Gu's pupils shrank, because just now, she was surprised to find that the Dao pattern on the stone tablet did not have a trace of flickering. Jiang Lang stood stupidly in place, hesitating. However, when he saw Lin Qin disappear in front of the stone stele, as if he had made a great determination, he once again stood in front of the fourth long stele, closed his eyes, and this time, he became more relaxed.

In front of the stele, a bright pattern appeared from the top of the stele, as if it had taken root on the ground, and continued to circle downward. The young man stepped into the stele with one foot, and the whole person was wrapped in vitality, and finally disappeared in front of the stele.

A line of lines crossed, and the people sitting in front of the fourth monument watched intently, which was an opportunity and an opportunity.

"Wait a minute. Jiang Lang stepped over the fourth monument, looked at the yellow paper umbrella more than a dozen steps away, and hurriedly walked over.

Lin Qin turned sideways and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Thank you brother Taiwan for your help, dare to ask the surname Gao?"

Lin Qin continued to go up the mountain, saying as he walked, "I didn't help anything. He continued walking, and he saw the stone monument behind him. Jiang Lang stood in place, his eyes clear.

He stayed in front of the fifth monument for only a moment, and then set off, leaving behind a place of exclamation. When he stepped on the ninth monument, there were less than ten people left in front of the monument. When he heard someone coming up behind him, he looked back.

"This ......"

"Hello, in the Lower Qingyun Palace, Liu Zhishu. ”

Lin Qin paused, and just said lightly, "Hello." So he went straight up the mountain. After reading the inscription, Lin Qin's breathing gradually calmed down, this was not physical exhaustion, but the depression of his mood, so he had to stay in front of the monument for a little more time to adjust his mentality.

Looking at Lin Qin's back, several people standing in front of the monument looked a little ugly. What is the origin of this umbrella, it is so unruly. Several people made eye contact, but did not get any useful information. The Ninth Monument is already a good achievement, and it is not difficult to trace the ancient times to have such a deep understanding of the Dao pattern in the Reincarnation Realm.

Lin Qin didn't know that the few people in front of the ninth monument, casually taking out a person's name was enough to compare with Lu Ziyang and the others. The stele mountain, so far, has passed the halfway point. It's not that there are only a few long monuments left over from ancient times, but there are quite a few, all of which have been reduced to ashes. Even the remaining eighteen are just sealed in another confined space by using a method against the sky.

Looking up again, in addition to the tenth, there were a few men and women, and the last eight, but there was no trace.

It was not early, Lin Qin raised his umbrella and muttered, "It's not early, you have to hurry." After that, under the surprised gaze of everyone, he passed through the ninth monument.

"He didn't just ...... Did you just come up?!"

"This ...... Oh my God, am I hallucinating?"

Lin Qin's unimpeded passage all the way has made many people rather sacrifice the time of the Enlightenment Monument to see how Lin Qin did it. From the first to the ninth, many people only have the yellow paper umbrella in their eyes.

Lin Qin was in front of the eleventh monument, he didn't even say hello, and walked over directly. The inscription was swept away at a glance, and that kind of desolation and that kind of depression made him reluctant to look at it anymore. Even the ancient powers are so resolute, looking like they are going to die, what if the catastrophe returns?

Will night.

The rain didn't stop.

When Lin Qin's figure appeared in front of the sixteenth long stele, the entire stele mountain was silent, looking at the yellow paper umbrella that was already blurred, and the indescribable taste came to his heart.

This...... Still human?

Many people feel a dry throat even when the rain falls, which may be caused by a long period of tilting their heads and stiffening their necks. Lin Qin stood in front of the inscription, his face became pale, and he had two lines of tears, inexhaustible sentimentality.

This is the death of the ancients, but who knows it today?

He stands on the top of the mountain, and one step further is the cliff. The sound of the turbulent water of the gate stumbles between the two cliffs. The sound is like thunder, and it is incessant.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Lin Qin looked at the monument in front of him, and he was indescribably sentimental.

There is no word on the stele, which seems to leave a suspense for future generations to write.

Once looking at the monument mountain, such a speed only teaches his peers to be ashamed.

At this moment, Lin Qin finally sat down slowly, like an old monk in a trance. The yellow paper umbrella reclines in front of the stone monument, swaying in the slanting wind and drizzle.