Song Ciwan raised his head and walked towards the faint figure on the mountain road.

She found that the visibility here was very low, and even the spiritual vision was suppressed to about three feet of her body, so that her vision could not reach far.

There was an indescribable murmur in the cold air, which seemed to be far away and near, and it was hazy.

The noisy voice was upset and angry.

Fortunately, Song Ciwan's own spirit was stable, the spiritual platform was clear, and in her sea of consciousness, the heart demon seeds formed by the Void Illusion Demon Sword only moved slightly, and those irritating voices were all gone.

If Song Ciwan wanted to listen carefully, she would naturally be able to hear it, but these voices could no longer affect her emotions in the slightest.

She folded ten armor talismans and ten evil charms on her body.

Although these are only low-level runes, their effects may not be as strong as the defense power obtained from her own body refining, but it doesn't matter, the quality is not enough, and the quantity is to make up.

If neither is enough, it is better than nothing.

Song Ciwan walked slowly and cautiously, getting closer and closer to the figure on the mountain road, and he could vaguely see clearly, the figure standing in the gray fog seemed to be ...... No clothes?

No!

That figure has no clothes, "she" doesn't even have skin!

Dead wood-like muscles cover the beautifully proportioned bones, and although the dead wood is rotten, every muscle of "her" seems to be full.

"She" has a perfectly curved waist and hips, a stubborn and light standing posture, "she" has a slightly raised chin in the gray mist, and in the completely woodenized eye sockets, the non-existent eyes seem to be looking into the distance.

At the moment when he was facing it, Song Ciwan felt a kind of ancient vicissitudes and shock.

She couldn't help but stop, her gaze meeting the eyes that didn't exist.

The murmuring in the mist became violent again, and an indiscernible language was repeated in Song Ciwan's ears.

"Hum ......"

"Xi Wu!"

"Xi Wu!"

……

Unconsciously, Song Ciwan's feet moved again, and she walked forward, getting closer and closer to the figure of the wooden man.

Both sides are head to head, shoulder to shoulder, hand to hand, and foot to foot.

Song Ciwan's body leaned forward, and he saw that he was about to be planted on this wooden man.

At the critical moment, the fire of the Heart Sutra in her sea of consciousness suddenly moved.

Song Ciwan suddenly woke up, she pressed her feet hard, leaned back, but her right hand subconsciously pinched into a finger and flicked forward.

A wisp of blazing flame was ejected along with the fire of the Heart Sutra, and suddenly fell on the wooden figure in front of him.

The wooden man was on fire as soon as it caught fire, and when he saw a bang, the flames rose rapidly.

Song Ciwan's feet moved lightly, and the grass flying light gong at the level of returning to the basics unfolded, and her body turned into ten in this instant.

Then, only a mournful shout was heard: "Xi woo! ”

In the midst of the screams, a little chilly blue light flashed out from the flames, and instantly shot towards one of the phantoms of Song Ciwan's incarnation.

Sou!

The cold glow shines through the phantom, hitting nothing.

And Song Ciwan's figure flashed, and his body was already more than ten zhang away from this wooden man.

The phantoms all dissipated like clouds, and at this time, Song Ciwan saw that the cold light rolled to the ground after passing through a dissipated phantus.

Not far away, the burning wooden man clicked in the flames, his body was broken, and the remains of the wooden man were scattered, and in a few moments, they were all burned to ashes.

The flames flickered in the gray mist, and withered into nothingness with the ashes.

"West Woo ......"

The murmuring continued, but it was faint at all.

An indescribable sense of loss arises, and the melancholy is indescribable.

Song Ciwan hurriedly held his breath and dispelled this inexplicable feeling.

The scales appeared, and a cloud of air as black as an abyss lay on the weighing pan.

[Mutation, withering, glory, and gloom, the regret and melancholy of the lost time and space, eight taels and seven dollars, can be offset. 】

Mutation, withering, glory, and gloom?

What is it?

Song Ciwan retracted the scales, thought for a moment in his heart, and then walked to the place where the cold light had landed before.

After burning this wooden figure, in addition to the cloud of qi that Tiandi weighs took the initiative to collect, the cold light that fell to the ground before should be regarded as the real trophy of this time.

Song Ciwan walked over to take a closer look, and saw a blue bead about the size of a thumb and finger rolling down on the earth and rocky ground shrouded in gray mist.

She didn't directly reach out to pick it up, but pinched it, and the qi control technique was unfolded, instantly rolling up the blue bead and sending it into the scales.

Whatever it is, let's test it with a scale!

Sure enough, there was an explanation about this small bead on the scales: [Yuan Shou Pearl, Netherworld Strange Things, Yellow Level, can increase life for one year when taken, and can be sold. 】

This is the Yuan Shouzhu mentioned by Xie Yunxiang!

Song Ciwan had a sense of joy that was really like this, and she didn't hesitate, and immediately tried to sell this Yuanshou bead.

Look at this strange thing that can increase longevity, and what you can get after selling it to the scales!

[You sold a Netherworld Strange Thing, a Yellow-level Yuan Shou Pearl, and obtained the Ancestral Dragon Coin, ten pieces. 】

Ancestral Dragon Coins: A mysterious coinage from the last civilization, carrying the strange power of the tides of heaven and earth, and the ancient breath left in the long river of history. Carry it with you, you can divinate good fortune and evil, and prevent disasters and eliminate disasters.

The specific effect depends on the current luck of the wearer and the strength of the disaster faced.

It is also the currency of the Netherworld, and its value depends on fate.

What is the value?

Interesting!

Song Ciwan immediately took three ancestral dragon coins from the scales and held them in his hand.

I saw that this coinage showed the shape of a circle on the outside and a square on the inside, which was no different from the copper coins popular in the Zhou Dynasty at first glance.

It is also divided into literal and flowery, the literal text Song Ciwan thought she would not understand, but who knew that this look was very similar to the seal characters she had seen in her previous life!

Carefully identified, its text is: Qiankun Heaven and Earth.

The tone is very big, and today's copper coins have long been no longer so cast.

To cast, it's basically a certain treasure.

Song Ciwan pondered for a moment, to be honest, the world she is in now has always been consistent with the previous life in her original memory, and the Huaxia she misses in her heart, in terms of culture and customs.

She hadn't thought about the origin of this consistency before, whether she was awakening Su Hui or crossing over, in short, this was a mythical world. In the world of mythology, anything is possible.

Isn't this cultural unity a wonderful unity of the development of the universe?

Why should we explore the nature of the world when we are low? Just as mayflies only need to know the morning and dusk, they do not need to know the spring and autumn.

In the past, although Song Ciwan was dedicated to the Tao and pursued immortality, because of her humble cultivation, when facing the essence of this world, her concept was indeed like this.

Sometimes, it's not like the more you know, the better. If the strength cannot be matched, over-cognition may not only bring pain, but also crisis!

However, this piece is said to be from the ancestral dragon coinage of the previous civilization era, but the text above it is actually a seal character, and Song Ciwan can't help but think about it at this moment.

The general script of the Great Zhou Dynasty today is actually a square character, but its specific stroke composition is very different from the Chinese script in the memory of the late Song Dynasty.

These two can be said to be the same kind of script, but they are not the same kind of script.

But why, but this seal character is so the same?

This ancestral dragon coin, according to the explanation of the scales, it even came from the last "era of civilization"!

Song Ciwan thought about it while turning over the coinage in his hand.

At this moment of turning over, I saw that the dragon pattern carved on the coinage flower surface seemed to be alive.

The pitch-black dragon's head was raised high in an instant, and the dragon's head opened its mouth with a long groan!

Ang –

The vicissitudes of eternity penetrate time and space, just as the unreal penetrates reality.

Song Ciwan's heart beat violently, and he almost threw out the coinage.

(End of chapter)