Chapter Seventy-One: The Eruption (Seeking Follow-up)

Wu Wei faced this silver-gray tripod, did not make a move immediately, and groaned slightly.

He first wrapped this tripod in it with his spiritual sense, not letting go of an inch or inch.

Suddenly, an eyebrow furrowed.

After his meticulous and careful search, it turned out that the surface of this silver-gray tripod was patterned.

However, this pattern is also silver-gray, which is formed by the uneven surface, so it is not easy to be noticed.

According to common sense, there are some pattern totems on the tripod, but it is nothing.

But after Wu Wei carefully read these patterns with his spiritual sense, he found something unusual.

The pattern on this silver-gray tripod depicts a picture of the sacrifice of the ancestors.

A few brushstrokes draw clouds in the sky, and on the ground there are craggy strange rocks, winding water, six animals and five livestock, half-kneeling or prostrate people, and so on.

The strange is strange, from top to bottom, from the sky to the ground, the picture is forcibly divided.

To put it simply, it's misalignment.

Each layer of the picture seems to rotate at a considerable angle.

It's divided into four floors like this, which makes people look really awkward.

Wu Wei's eyes flickered.

He had long understood that the details of the Tower of Babel built by his predecessors should not be taken lightly.

Often the key to solving the problem is hidden in these details.

"Wu Wei, what are you doing in a daze? Don't stand in the pit and don't! If you can't, step back and don't waste my time! ”

Cheng Jia was very dissatisfied.

Wu Wei ignored him, and after thinking in his heart, his expression moved slightly, and he took a deep breath.

Inspired a change in the refining of the red.

Suddenly, his muscles swelled, his skin was red, and a trace of white vapor floated out, turning into a little giant.

With a low roar, the two fan-like palms were tightly attached to the bottom of the silver-gray tripod and lifted it upward.

Because he still has to suppress the corpse poison in his chest, he can't exert a lot of strength.

For a while, the silver gray Dading did not move.

Wu Wei felt like he was lifting a mountain.

After a moment of stalemate, he gave up.

"That's it?" Cheng Jia's mocking voice came.

Wu Wei put his hands on the edge of the silver-gray tripod, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly moved again.

Hold your hands against the first layer of the pattern and turn it clockwise.

"Brother Wu, where is this? ......" Zhang Youyi said in disbelief.

"Turn." Qian Luming's face was a little dazed, and he couldn't understand: "If it's just turning in place, what's the point?" ”

Jin Dieyi also showed a slightly curious look.

This time, Wu Wei felt that he was no longer facing a mountain, but a.

The heart was ruthless, and the force was increased, and the pupils suddenly shrank, and bloodshot all over the eye sockets, dyeing a pair of eyes red.

This is a manifestation of the boiling of qi and blood to the extreme.

Thundered!

The top of the silver-gray tripod suddenly turned, and the picture of the first layer and the picture of the second layer returned to a tight fit.

With a loud bang, a puff of blue crystal sand suddenly erupted from Dingkou, spewing out three feet high at once.

Cheng Jia's eyes straightened, and he wanted to urge the baby urn in his heart, but he suddenly felt the two cold gazes of Jin Deyi and Qian Luming, and then he moved.

The next step is to rotate the first and second layers so that they are aligned with the third layer.

Fang just used his qi and blood vigorously, and the black blue on his chest spread a lot.

In order to avoid accidents, he had to mobilize some of his qi and blood to continue to suppress the corpse poison.

It's not that easy this time.

In the case of insufficient supply of qi and blood, it is always felt that there is a thin layer between the rotation of this tripod.

But once he wanted to use more qi and blood, the coldness and numbness coming from his chest made him have to dispel this thought.

It seems that there is no hope for the treasure......

I sighed in my heart.

"Brother Wu, I'll help you!"

At this moment, Zhang Youyi suddenly spoke up.

Wu Wei was stunned for a moment, only to see the surrounding of the silver-gray tripod, the invisible water was slightly rippling.

It then flowed clockwise, forming a vortex around the silver-gray tripod.

The invisible water turned faster and faster, and Wu Wei felt that the resistance to turning this tripod suddenly loosened.

Immediately push the boat down the river, with a little force, the first layer and the second layer will rotate at the same time, and after a few breaths, the first three layers of the picture will be the same.

With a bang, countless blue crystal sand suddenly erupted, like a blue fountain, and the faint blue light illuminated the entire top of the Tower of Babel.

Seeing this, Cheng Jia's eyes revealed a fierceness, he reached out and grabbed the two believers who were trying to hide, clapped his hands together, and the two heads suddenly exploded like ripe watermelons, and yellow and white things flew wildly.

After the infant urn in front of him buzzed for a while, thick yin qi poured out from it.

"Cheng Jia, what do you want to do?" Qian Luming had been paying attention to Cheng Jia's actions and shouted categorically.

With a pinch of both hands, he offered a long sword.

"Hmph, surnamed Qian, the internal distribution of my nursery, is it your turn to care? The share of the treasures of these two heads belongs to me! ”

Cheng Jia sneered, and a huge shadow squeezed out of his infant urn, covered in yin qi, and stood silently beside Cheng Jia.

"Don't worry! I have always been kind and wealthy. I have no objection to the plan to divide the treasure equally! The release of this spirit child is just to ensure that this plan can be implemented fairly! ”

Jin Deyi pinched a dancing multicolored halo in his right hand, glanced at Cheng Jia twice, and warned him not to act rashly.

She has no interest in the distribution of treasures, as long as Cheng Jia does not break out and hurt Wu Wei, everything else does not matter.

Wu Wei turned a deaf ear to the actions of several others.

Next, he had to rotate the first three layers of the Silver Gray Dading at the same time to coincide with the fourth layer.

The vortex formed by Zhang Youyi's manipulation of the invisible water continued to maintain, and Wu Wei took a deep breath and exerted his strength again.

He could feel that with each additional layer, the strength required to turn this tripod increased.

Fang Cai and Zhang Youyi cooperated to easily rotate the first two floors;

But now the three layers are stacked, but it is not so easy.

The invisible water, combined with his great strength, was deflated this time.

I tried several times in a row, but there was no movement.

"Just a little bit ......"

Wu Wei gritted his teeth and said secretly in his heart.

He was not reconciled in any case, and let this little gap become a trench.

"Hey...... That's it. That's it, but your heart's desire. ”

A faint sigh came.

A multicolored aura struck and hit the silver-gray tripod.

Like piercing window paper, or an anthill on a solid embankment that was enough to crumble.

With a loud bang, the first three layers of the silver-gray tripod suddenly turned, and the fourth layer of the picture finally merged into harmony.

The blue crystal sand gushes out like the water of the Yellow River hanging upside down, as if it is about to reach the sky.

There were some inexplicable objects mixed in the middle, and the brilliance was magnificent, and the blue crystal sand sprayed out together, and then scattered in the air like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

Everyone moved at the same time!

Wu Wei was the fastest, jumped up, flew ten zhang high, and took the nearest sutra book that exuded a golden brilliance, and a big drum with a red luster, the size of a palm, as if it had shrunk several times, into his arms.

Then he landed firmly on the ground, not coveting any more.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he quietly sacrificed a small silver dagger talisman treasure.