Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Mystery of the Source Talisman

Just when Li Feiyu was slightly stunned, the eight strange runes transformed and fused again, and only four runes remained.

This time, Li Feiyu stared at the four runes with his eyes tightly, if he could recognize these four runes for a moment this time, then Li Feiyu could definitely go up by eight points for the guess that suddenly appeared in his heart.

In his thoughts, several strange runes he saw kept repeating two actions.

Fusion, decomposition, re-fusion, re-decomposition.

If, if I remember correctly, the last time, when it was eight runes, the fusion and decomposition were carried out sixty-four times, according to the eighty-eight sixty-four, this time the capacity and decomposition of the four runes is about sixteen times of decomposition and fusion.

However, this time the fusion and decomposition were not carried out sixteen times as Li Feiyu imagined, but only fifteen times.

After fifteen times, four runes were transformed into three.

Three, again, not two as he imagined!

And before these four runes were transformed into three, Li Feiyu understood those four words for a moment.

Those four words are:

Earth, water, fire, wind!

And in another moment after this moment, because he had stayed in Lin Hu, Li Feiyu knew some simple Lin Hu characters.

At that moment, Li Feiyu saw four Linhu characters, if those four words were translated as the Central Plains inscriptions, they would still be: earth, water, fire, and wind!

It seems that this rune is very likely to be transformed into all the different types of words in this heaven and earth, and the Central Plains text is only one of these countless words, so when there were many runes before, Li Feiyu would only have a feeling that he seemed to know but did not know, and that feeling was because of the rapid transformation of these countless words, there were words that Li Feiyu knew!

And when there are fewer runes, it seems that there will be a moment when each kind of text appears, which creates an opportunity for Li Feiyu to recognize it, and at the same time, because of knowing the two words, Li Feiyu has discovered the true meaning of this rune transformation!

So, why did this rune transform into all types of writing in heaven and earth?

This is another thought, and another is still watching the changes in the three runes.

It's still a fusion, a decomposition, and then from cumbersome to concise.

A flashing scene, Li Feiyu was completely stunned.

This time, it is no longer the script he knows, there is no Central Plains inscription, there is no Lin Hu script, and even, in Li Feiyu's opinion, it may not be any kind of script at all.

Because, he didn't know the words, but he could sense the meaning of the three strange runes.

The meaning of those three runes is:

Matter, energy, information. Even, according to Li Feiyu's understanding of Taoist classics, he could also interpret these three runes as Yin Qi, Yang Qi, and Zhong Qi!

So, what exactly is this meant?

While Li Feiyu was puzzled, the three runes fused and changed again.

This time it was only transformed seven times, and it was not the eight times imagined, so how many times will it be transformed next time when there are two runes?

Three? Or five?

Slowly fused, the three runes fused into an extremely cumbersome rune, and then, this extremely cumbersome rune trembled slightly, as before, gently and skillfully separated.

In the blink of an eye, two runes were formed.

Unexpectedly, after becoming two runes, there was no transformation, and the two runes merged into one extremely cumbersome rune again.

However, the meaning of those two runes, Li Feiyu also perceived it while not knowing it.

They seem to represent heaven and earth. Or yin, yang. It seems that it can also be understood as life and death, etc., and it seems that these two runes contain all the words that can be opposed.

So, what exactly is this trying to say?

Is it to express that the source symbols themselves are actually opposed to each other?

In this case, it seems, it is impossible to explain!

Li Feiyu is still thinking and observing.

The only one that was so cumbersome that it was dazzling that the two runes fused together didn't transform, just slowly turned.

Just like the extremely famous Hundred Relief Disaster Elimination Charm of Zhengyi Maoshan in later generations, it makes people feel dizzy at a glance, let alone write down its specific shape.

At this time, every rotation of the only rune produced a strange fluctuation, and then, looking at it again, it was clear that the rune had not changed at all, but it always felt that it seemed to become ...... It's become a little more lively, a little more concise.

However, it has not changed in the slightest.

Outside, Han Yang is not only bleeding from the corners of his mouth, but also from his eyes and nostrils.

Moreover, for the Qi Refiner, the bleeding of the Seven Apertures was already a fundamental injury.

In other words, at this time, Han Yang was already in a state of almost running out of oil.

The golden gossip under the feet of the two of them was bright and uncertain, and it seemed that every moment would be extinguished, and the gossip would never be seen again.

The skeleton's body was much more disorganized, and several bones were missing from his arms.

At this moment, the skeleton was constantly pounding the golden shield with its broken arm.

If it weren't for Han Yang's lack of cultivation, if it weren't for his lack of understanding of the two techniques of Pojun and Tiangang, this skeleton ghost would have died under his hands long ago.

But it is precisely because of his lack of cultivation and his lack of understanding of magic that the broken army beat the skeleton ghost, but he couldn't kill the skeleton ghost, which led to the current crazy counterattack of the skeleton ghost......

Han Yang lay on the ground with a demented face, letting the skeleton ghosts beat the Tiangang array outside.

He just looked at the dark sky stupidly, as if he saw the stars and moon hidden behind the dark night, and seemed to see those familiar figures that he hadn't seen for a long time.

There was no hideousness on his face, let alone a relieved look, but there was a heart-wrenching yearning!

What are you yearning for, what is it that makes people so clean and pure in their yearning, there is no little ** contained in it, there is just a simple yearning to the extreme, just like a child yearning for his mother's arms, without the slightest demon.

The so-called innocent thinking is nothing more than that.

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