Wei Wuji saw a middle-aged scribe who was chained in front of the mountain wall by several runic chains.

This middle-aged scribe was in tatters, unclothed, without the slightest momentum, and was a dying ordinary person, lying in front of the mountain wall, with his eyes closed, looking like he would die at any time.

Wei Wuji stood a hundred feet away from the other party, carefully examining the other party, even if he had no eyes, he didn't see the details of the other party.

In front of him was an ordinary middle-aged scribe who was about to die, without the slightest cultivation and without any strength. Only on the huge chains locked on his body, the sigils of the runes flickered with a trace of fluorescence from time to time, showing the extraordinaryness of the other party.

Wei Wuji walked forward, and the black stone, which had just walked out of a few zhang and had been silent in the sea of consciousness, suddenly issued a warning.

Blackstone issued a warning!?Wei Wuji was shocked and hurriedly stopped.

All this time, Blackstone has not moved for a long time. Even when Wei Wuji was at the Thunder Gate and was on the verge of despair, Heishi didn't give the slightest warning.

But at this time, in front of the dying middle-aged scribe, Heishi actually issued a warning!

The shock in Wei Wuji's heart was beyond measure, and he stopped and looked at the middle-aged scribe, standing for a long time.

Time passed little by little, Wei Wuji chose in his heart, exhaled deeply, and walked towards the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe seemed to sense someone coming, and moved his body slightly, like a seriously ill patient in bed, opened his eyes slightly, and looked helplessly at Wei Wuji, who was walking over.

"For a long, long time...... No one has ever come......" The middle-aged scribe's thoughts drifted away.

"In the lower guard Wuji, I took the liberty to come and ask my seniors for forgiveness. Wei Wuji took a step closer, stood three feet away from the middle-aged scribe, bowed his hand, and sent out a greeting thought.

"It seems that it was a mistake for me to bring you here, you are too weak, let's leave......" The middle-aged scribe closed his eyes tiredly as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"It was not easy to get the Tianxing beads, and this bead, with these two beads, I can get here. If I leave, I don't know how long it will take for someone to come in. ”

Wei Wuji took the Heavenly Star Bead and the Round Bead in his hand and showed it to the middle-aged scribe, "If you are lucky, maybe in a thousand years, someone will set foot here." Or maybe tens of thousands, more than 100,000 years, tens, millions of years, no one will come here......"

"You're lucky to get the Star Twin Beads. ”

The middle-aged scribe closed his eyes and said slowly, "I remember that last time there was also a person who came here with double beads, and his strength was a thousand times stronger than yours, but he was still too weak, and the old man also let him go." Thousands of years of waiting, for the old man, but between opening his eyes and closing his eyes......"

"Let's go, the old man can't help you, and you can't help the old man, it's too weak......"

Wei Wuji stood silently, bowed his head and muttered, and then raised his eyes to the middle-aged scribe, "I don't know how many seniors' Shouyuan can hold on to keeping their eyes open and closed?" I'm afraid it will be difficult to meet someone like me in the future." ”

The middle-aged scribe didn't convey his thoughts, and ignored Wei Wuji's words.

Wei Wuji was not discouraged, the purpose of coming here was to get the opportunity to go against the sky. Such a thing cannot be obtained in a simple sentence or two, and you still need to fight for it yourself.

Thinking of this, Wei Wuji removed his upper clothes, revealing his skin and chest. Then, he stretched out his two fingers together and gently swiped them across his chest, the heart veins.

The flesh of the skin was cut by the fingers, revealing a wound mark.

Wei Wuji reached out and gently parted the wound to the sides.

The sound of a heartbeat came from the chest, and in the silent darkness, like a drumbeat, shook one side.

At the position of the heart vein, a drop of golden blood, flashing with a trace of thunder and lightning, the essence blood of the thunderclan!

"You can get the essence and blood inheritance of my clan, and the opportunity is not small, but let's go, cherish the ......," the middle-aged scribe said to Wei Wuji with a thought.

Wei Wuji gently closed the scar, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a few breaths, it was restored as before. Next, he sat down on the ground and began to run the exercises of the ThunderClan Creation Sutra.

"The Ancient Thunder Bone Refining and Transformation Sutra can change bones against the sky and enhance the congenital poor roots and bones of our clan's descendants. It can make our people come out in large numbers, spread out and never fall. You can get this too, it seems that there is a great opportunity with my clan, but ...... You'd better get out of here......"

The middle-aged scribe opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Wei Wuji, and a thought came out.

Wei Wuji took out the Burning Sky Bow and placed it on the ground with the Thunder Lotus Seed.

"The Burning Sky Bow is also in your hand, I didn't expect to see this thing today, and I remembered a lot of old things......"

The middle-aged scribe's expression showed a hint of desolation, "This bow is the magic weapon of the Burning Sky Little Sage, you can get the drive, the Burning Sky Little Sage must have fallen ......"

Wei Wuji took out the Heavenly Machine Gourd and put it on the ground.

"Heavenly Gourd!?"

The middle-aged scribe's eyes showed a hint of surprise, "It's really unexpected that you can get the inheritance of the Heavenly Gourd." However, according to your strength, it is difficult to exert the true power of the Heavenly Gourd. The promotion of the Heavenly Machine Gourd requires not only immortal stones, but also your own strength......"

"Your strength is too weak, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for that day...... You'd better go, you can't help the old man......"

The middle-aged scribe let out a faint sigh and looked at Wei Wuji and shook his head.

Wei Wuji couldn't get the approval of the middle-aged scribe, and stood silently in place. After a long time, he took out a jade talisman, gently pasted it on his forehead, injected a thought into the jade talisman, and sent it to the middle-aged scribe.

"Seniors, please look, if you still can't meet the requirements of your seniors, turn around and leave, and never look back. ”

Wei Wuji gestured with both hands, and the jade talisman floated towards the middle-aged scribe.

Ding, the jade talisman shattered, turned into a little crystal bright color, and went to the forehead of the middle-aged scribe, as if infiltrated, and drilled into it.

The middle-aged scribe closed his eyes and examined the thoughts that Wei Wuji had transmitted, and his face finally showed a look of shock.

After a long time, the middle-aged scribe opened his eyes and couldn't help laughing, hahahaha...... , a cyan arc appeared all over his body, and the powerful momentum swept in all directions, and the ground trembled.

The runic chains locked on his body vibrated together, and the thunder arc on the middle-aged scribe's body was extracted and passed into the ground along the runic chains, and disappeared into the invisible.

The middle-aged scribe showed a look of extreme pain, the muscles on his face were distorted, his face began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the black hair on his head began to transform, turning gray-white in an instant, and gradually changing to silver-white.

But he was still laughing, and he didn't have the slightest intention of stopping.

With a long smile, he seemed to return to the ancient years.

At the end of the memory, the wind is still cold, all races are fighting, killing endlessly, the void is broken and falling, and the earth is undulating and sinking.