In the ancient city, Hong Wu wandered in the middle of the palace, and walked past several palaces in a row, two of which were open, but he didn't enter any of them.

The last time he set foot in a palace, he didn't find the treasure, but was almost eaten by the devil, and he escaped with a dangerous escape.

Now, he doesn't dare to take any more risks.

"Isn't there no treasure but the palace?" Hong Wu was very depressed, there were treasures bursting out of every palace, dazzling, but he didn't dare to set foot in any of them, because there were terrifying dangers inside, which was terrifying.

It's not just the palace he set foot in for the first time, there are two palaces behind him whose doors are open, Hong Wu once glanced at one of the palaces, and saw a big black claw, thicker than a grinding plate, with sharp edges, not like a human at all, definitely some kind of unknown terrifying existence, not much worse than the blue-faced fanged demon in the eighth palace.

"I don't believe it, is there really no treasure in the huge palace, except for those palaces?"

Hongwu does not believe in evil, and keeps moving forward, bypassing one palace after another, and the subsequent palaces are all closed with their gates, and wisps of treasure light rise from them, sacred and dazzling, and extremely bright, he can see his eyes and heartbeat, but there is nothing he can do.

"It's over." Bypassing ten palaces in a row, Hongwu finally came to an end.

There is no palace in front of it, no other buildings, not even flower ponds, etc.

This place is gloomy, only a three-zhang high altar is piled up, into an octagonal shape, each side is more than ten meters long, very huge, the whole body is dark red, as if it is dyed red by blood, there are various patterns carved on it, there are immortals shuttling through the universe, there are divine beasts mashing the planets, there are bright stars and rivers flowing, running through endless light years......

The carvings here are very different from those on the streets and houses of the ancient city in front of them, the previous carvings are all mysterious and obscure, and many things are more like legends than real existence, although the depictions are lifelike, as if they really existed in ancient times, but Hongwu always felt that they were not real.

Yes, not true!

Those things seem to exist only in legends, depicting a vast continent with all kinds of mysteries and mysteries.

But now the things depicted on this altar in front of him are more like they have left the continent and risen to the height of the universe, such as a picture depicting someone flying in the universe and crossing the stars in the flesh, this is really possible?

"Is this altar used for the sacrifice of the ancient ancestors?" Hong Wu was shocked, this altar was very peculiar.

On the altar, there is a stone stele, nearly 100 meters high, very spectacular, standing on the altar, I don't know what material is cast, like stone not stone, like gold not gold, very weird, the whole body is cyan, the above is densely covered with patterns, complex and mysterious.

"This stone tablet ......" Hong Wu looked at the complex and mysterious patterns on the stone tablet, "It seems very unusual, how do I think these patterns seem to be some kind of mysterious method, and there is more than one, as if there are many kinds of mysterious methods intertwined." ”

Hong Wu was surprised, this stone tablet gave him a very mysterious feeling, even more so than the dark red altar.

He even felt that this altar seemed to exist for this stone tablet, and the ancient ancestors seemed to be sacrificing this stone tablet!

"Sacrificial stele, how is it possible?"

Hong Wu was frightened by his own conjecture, could the stone tablet still have a spirit?

Unable to suppress the curiosity in his heart, Hongwu ascended the altar and stood under the stone stele, and suddenly there was a feeling that the stele was a sea, and he was just one of them, and he felt that the stele in front of him was like a sea, containing endless mystery and mystery.

"These nicks ......" Hong Wu felt as if there was something on this stele that attracted him, so he couldn't help but stretch out his fingers, touch the notches on the stele, and slowly scratch.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the originally silent stone stele suddenly erupted with a mysterious power, and the dense cyan mist seeped out, a fog, shrouding Hongwu in it.

"What's going on?" Hong Wu was shocked and couldn't help but whisper, "Is this stone tablet really spiritual, otherwise how could such a change occur?" ”

The quaint cyan stele seeped out wisps of cyan mist, and it was misty, enveloping the entire altar.

On the altar, those dark red marks seemed to come to life, and gradually became vivid, and even seeped out drops of blood, which flowed slowly, flowing through the strange notches on the altar, the scene was strange and mysterious.

There are immortals crossing the star field, there are divine beasts destroying the planet, there are ancient trees covering the sky, and there are Kunpeng attacking chaos...... Everything was dyed bright red, with strands of blood wrapped around it.

However, these Hongwu could not be seen at all, and he was shrouded in a cyan mist.

In front of him, the stele bloomed with a cyan misty brilliance, and the complex patterns on it seemed to come to life, turning into a little starlight, rushing to his face.

"Brush!"

A misty starlight flew into his brow.

Hong Wu was shocked, all kinds of mysterious symbols appeared in his mind, he couldn't understand it, but he could comprehend its charm, it seemed to be a peerless martial art, a flying knife stunt, very mysterious and magical, just a little mark made him obsessed.

"Throwing knives, it turns out that they can be so powerful?"

A little starlight melted into Hong Wu's eyebrows, which made his heart suddenly open up, and he saw another world, the world that belonged to the flying knife.

Unconsciously, Hong Wu fell into a wonderful realm.

His mind seemed to fly away from his body, attached to the cyan stone tablet, a little starlight misty, wrapped his mind, all kinds of wonderful methods were displayed in front of his eyes one by one, explaining to him what is a flying knife, how to practice the flying knife stunt?

The stars are moving, time and space are turning, Hongwu has forgotten time, forgotten space, and even forgotten himself, and has truly entered a realm of self-forgetfulness......

I don't know how long it took, Hong Wu was shocked, and he found that a cultivation method had been imprinted in his mind, just like when Yuan Jianzong imprinted the "Chaos Alchemy Technique" in his memory.

Even, this time, the imprint is even more profound than "Chaos Alchemy", and the mysterious imprints remain in his mind, all of which have a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere, as if the true embodiment of the Tao can make him more intuitive to understand the wonder.

"Throwing knives, desperate!"

Hong Wu opened his eyes and whispered to himself, he had obtained a flying knife stunt called "Desperate"!

As soon as the flying knife came out, a desperate moment, this flying knife stunt was incomparably wonderful, and the bit by bit imprint flashed in Hongwu's heart, which made him marvel and excited, this stunt was inherited from the distant past, with earth-shattering power, it can be said that the flying knife came out, and the ghosts and gods were easy.

"I didn't expect there to be such a wonderful stunt on this stone tablet." Hong Wu couldn't help but admire, "I finally understand why the ancient ancestors would sacrifice such a stone tablet, this is not an ordinary stone tablet at all, but a treasure house containing peerless learning." ”

Hongwu can even imagine that the ancient ancestors sacrificed stone tablets and learned all kinds of unique knowledge from them, so as to cross the world.

In a sense, this stele may be more precious than all the treasures in the eighteen palaces combined.

The treasures in the eighteen palaces may be extremely powerful, but they are dead after all, no matter how powerful the treasures are, they are foreign objects after all, and the number is limited, which can only make a few people strong, but the peerless knowledge on the stone tablet can make the entire race strong, and its value is self-evident.

"If this stone tablet is taken out, my Huaxia Alliance may be dozens of times stronger than before." Hong Wu's heart throbbed, and it was difficult to calm down.

This stele is really extraordinary, it can be said to be a priceless "scripture building", all the peerless learning on it is inherited from the distant past, each of which is extremely powerful, but the ancient ancestors had to bow and worship, in order to be able to practice the amazing world.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the stele trembled, and a cyan light burst out, knocking Hong Wu away.

"What's going on?" Hong Wu fell under the altar and stared blankly at the stele, not knowing what had happened.

At this moment, the stele trembled, roared and deafened, wisps of cyan mist flowed, submerging it, and the octagonal altar was covered with blood, all of which bloomed with bright red light, and wisps of blood** light converged towards the center of the altar and flowed to the stele.

With the convergence of blood light, the cyan mist on the stone tablet became more and more intense, and finally, with a bang, the cyan mist dissipated.

"How so?" Hong Wu stared at the altar and suddenly changed color.

On the altar, the tall stele flashed blue, at the bottom of it, a blood-colored rune lit up, the ground cracked a gap, the stele was slowly sinking, but in a while, the stele as high as a hundred meters sank under the altar.