Wu Chong had no way to tell whether it was true or false.

He suddenly felt that he knew nothing about the world.

On the stone tablet, Wu Chong saw familiar people and things, everything was words, occasionally with a few illustrations, and on these illustrations, he saw the dispute between the Heavenly Realm and Huangquan, and even the villains of Ji Hongye and Fu Qianshu.

Everything is written.

Everything has a fixed number, but there is only one person missing, and that is him. There is no record of the people related to him on the stone tablet, and only by looking carefully can you find a trace, such as Mercy Xing, who did not succeed in revenge, but was killed by the enemies of the Three Phases Pavilion. and You Kuan and Ding Jiu of Black Wind Village, who were also killed by the night demons who were wandering by.

"Is this a predetermined fate?"

Wu Chong tried to understand according to his own knowledge.

His gaze turned to the eroded states of the Wasteland. On the stele, the pictures of these areas are completely modeled into lakes, as if they have been overwashed and weathered by rain.

It's very mysterious.

Wrong!

I sensed the will behind the door before, who is the will that I desperately resisted?

Wu Chong remembered the final confrontation, and he followed his gaze to the other side of the stone stele.

There was a huge stone turtle sculpture there, and this stone turtle was facing the inscription, as if it was suppressing the stone tablet. Those petrified eyes were like living creatures.

"Stone statues?"

The moment I faced the stone turtle, the familiar sense of oppression reappeared.

But the power is many times weaker than before, as if it has become a normal line of sight.

'Am I on the same level as it?' ’

Wu Chong couldn't understand it, but fortunately, he was not a person who drilled the horns.

He followed the stairs up the stairs and found the ruined temple. Originally, I wanted to find something similar to the text of a book in it to see if I could figure out the current situation. When he looked at the stele before, he found that the words of this world were no different from what he knew, and there was no reading disorder.

But it's a pity that this place didn't know if it was uninhabited or had been abandoned for too long, and after turning over all the ruined temples, Wu Chong didn't find what he wanted. On the contrary, he was almost bitten by a poisonous snake halfway through.

"Martial arts are still ......"

Pinching the poisonous snake to death, Wu Chong stopped.

He was seriously injured now, but even if that were the case, it was not supposed to be the case.

The only explanation is that this world is stricter than the previous twenty-eight states, and the most direct display is that the demon power has almost been compressed to the limit in this place, and there is no momentum of 'immortality' when it is in the twenty-eight states.

Character: Wu Chong

Profession: Immortal cultivator

Realm: Level 1 of the third turn

Exercises: Pollution exercises.

The game panel, which has been lost for a long time, finally emerged after a long flicker. And the interface has been updated again, all the martial arts that Wu Chong practiced when he was in the twenty-eight states have all been compressed into one, called the pollution exercise, and you can only see the detailed data inside after clicking on it.

The realm is not less, and the strength is not lost.

"The name of the demon gong has become the polluting exercise."

Wu Chong clicked on the previous panel and found that all the exercises related to demon skills, such as Aoki Gong, Huangquan's puppet technique, Heavenly Demon Seed Gong, etc., all had an additional label 'pollution' behind them.

After exploring the temple, it was already half a day later.

Night falls.

The cold air hit, and a heavy fog rose in the whole mountain forest, and the cold air hit, and the biting cold made the ground quickly frost.

Wu Chong found some dry firewood in the forest, piled it up and lit it, sat next to the fire, and roasted the wild fruit he had just found in the forest. The fruit was pitch black, with some notches on it, as if it had been bitten by a wild beast, which proved that it was at least not poisonous.

"Hunger, I haven't experienced it in a long time."

Sitting in front of the fire, Wu Chong sorted out the changes since entering this place.

The first point is that all the power in his body has been pressed back into his body. The demon skill became a polluted exercise and was suppressed to the limit. His carefully improved immortal cultivator profession is still there, but it also lacks the power of the stone tablet world.

Bigu's ability is also gone.

Will be hungry, will be tired.

It feels like when he first joined the Iron River Gang, and he lived with Da Niu in it.

Daniel?

Wu Chong remembered this person, and the action of barbecuing black fruits in his hand paused.

Why are there no big bulls?

This stele is not an ordinary stone, it seems to have a layer of hidden power on it, and the dense text is not rigid, when you look carefully, the stele will show the corresponding content, and the lives of the people such as Pian Xing and You Kuan, the second master, that Wu Chong saw before, were found in this way. But now that he thinks about it, when he was flipping through the crowds related to him before, he didn't even show the big bull on it.

Thinking of this, Wu Chong simply put down the fruit in his hand, took out a torch from the fire, pushed the door and walked out.

As soon as I went out, the cold air outside the door came to my face.

I couldn't help but stir up.

Cold!

The cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, he didn't know if it was so cold in this world, or if it was only this forest.

Tomorrow after dawn, he will be ready to leave.

Find someone you can talk to, figure out where you are now, and the basic rules of the world. Avoid the catastrophe of the Iron River Gang, which was just crossed, and was almost swallowed by that huge monster for no reason.

I heard that that thing is Jun's natural 'demon seed', but I don't know if it's true.

Anyway, Jun was born to die.

The matter of the Iron River Gang has become a mystery.

This world is even more dangerous than the twenty-eight states, and those things that may be fatal, you must inquire clearly.

Crunchy.

Stepping on the ice slag, Wu Chong walked to the front of the stone stele.

After nightfall, the forest was a little quiet, and when I listened closely, I found that there was not even the sound of insects chirping. In the dark forest, as if something invisible was walking, Wu Chong was on guard for a long time and did not find any clues.

Beside him, a dilapidated stone turtle statue stood still.

The reflection of the firelight flickered and flickered, and it looked a little gloomy.

"No?"

After making sure that there was no danger, Wu Chong squatted down and put the torch close to the stone monument to check it again.

But as I saw during the day, there was no record of the big cow in the stele, not only the big cow, but even the Iron River Gang did not exist.

Why doesn't it exist?

Wu Chong stood up again, and at this moment, he suddenly heard a slight movement from the grass next to him.

The voice was soft, but it stood out in the complete silence of the night.

Wu Chong grabbed a stone and threw it with his power.

Bang!

In the darkness, a strange shadow stretched out a hand and accurately caught the stone thrown by Wu Chong. Then after glancing at Wu Chong, he turned around and disappeared into the Black Forest.

There is no mistake

Got a tail?

Wu Chong looked at the disappearing black shadow, and did not chase after it brainlessly, but reflexively went back......