Nazca Ground Painting.

Lu Jun's expression was complicated, and after passing through the magnificent wilderness, he came to the eye of the giant painting of the strange bird, took out the Nazca gem, and installed it in the sunken slot.

Click!

There was a slight sound, and there was no movement from the huge painting.

But he faintly sensed a subtle change in the force field in this area, and the Nazca ban slowly worked, and with the return of the pupil gem, the function of automatically locking enemies was turned off.

At least the next wave of 100,000 strange birds attacking the Jiuzhou Guofu team will not appear again.

Ordinary people may not be aware of the orange wilderness, so they are very puzzled by the mysterious power that ordinary ground paintings can have, and there are obviously no lines such as magic arrays on them.

As everyone knows, these simple curves in Lu Jun's eyes contain magic truth, and only the spirit carving method of the summoning system can peek into one or two.

Their roots are not in reality, but in the spiritual realm, and the souls of monsters such as strange birds, giant apes, and spiders are burned into them.

He walked in the wilderness, carefully comprehended the mysteries of this place, felt the traces of the old people, and in a trance it seemed that he had returned to the Inca of that time and space.

At this time, Lu Jun stopped for a long time, and the Night Thunder Dream Beast behind him absorbed the huge warmth, and the main demon spirit completed its sublimation.

The black-and-white-haired mighty lion sat upright, the nightmare realm was stained with a hint of dreamy blur, and a hazy realm shrouded it, and countless bleak and evil ghosts were almost manifested, and a group of ghosts danced wildly.

It stepped up to Lu Jun's side and whispered, 'Bang~'.

Seeing this, Lu Jun came back to his senses, stroked the body of the Night Thunder Dream Beast containing explosive muscles, and said gently, "I'm fine......"

When he saw that the nightmare realm of his summoned beast had changed drastically, and he had vaguely grasped the nature of a part of the fantasy realm, he could manifest the real cursed ghost thing, which was equivalent to the ghost punishment of the curse system of high-level magic, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

It was not surprising that Lu Jun immediately thought that this place was the sacred land of the Incas, and that his summoning system had learned the subtle influence of the Spirit Carving Method.

In addition, the powerful aura overflowing from the Night Thunder Dream Beast has steadily reached the level of the middle commander, and one step further is the peak of the commander, and the preparation for the promotion of the monarch can be considered.

Just this summoned beast, it can be released on its own, and it is estimated that the captain of the British team, Jerro, will be defeated.

Lu Jun returned to the Inca after this dream, and laid an extraordinary foundation in all aspects of his abilities, and if he took out a single department, no one would be able to recognize this curse, mind, and space department?

This kind of fundamental form change in the magic system is generally only seen in the super-level realm.

Now that he is gradually transcending the level of the Battle of the Kingdom, the pressure on him is getting less and less from this competition of many young demon mages.

Besides, even if there is no Lu Jun, according to the established timeline, the Huaxia team will win, although the process is more difficult, and it is a bit lucky, so I have to strategically give up one or two games to preserve my strength.

But winning is winning, at most he can make the probability of a comeback smaller, and the process is easier.

"But the Divine Seal Blessing and the world-renowned fame still need to be obtained."

Lu Jun thought to himself, and then he looked at the field with a relaxed heart, silently closed his eyes, the spiritual power of the Six Realms spread, and the spiritual detection was used, coupled with the increase of the Night Thunder Dream Beast, and swept the field inch by inch.

He returned to the Nazca painting for a purpose, not only to mourn his ancestors, but also to find a glass bottle.

That's right, it's something that was left behind when Lu Jun was disillusioned in time and space and was repatriated to the present.

Lu Jun wanted to use this to verify something.

It didn't take long for him to ride the Night Thunder Dream Beast to search the surrounding area, and finally found it on the edge of the Nazca Giant Painting, which was buried in a rock layer several meters deep underground.

This thing, Lu Jun has his own induction method, and the glass bottle has already been marked with many imprint means when it is dropped, the faith mark of the Spiritual Method, the Thousand Miles Soul Lock of the Curse Method, and even the breath of time and time of space magic.

In the end, I didn't expect that in hundreds of years, all beliefs, curses and other means were exhausted, and only time remained, relying on this to find it.

"No matter how glorious a civilization is, can't it withstand the erosion of time?"

Seeing this, Lu Jun sighed, it is easy to understand in the rocks a few meters deep, it is normal for hundreds of years of crustal movement, wind and rain, and vicissitudes of life.

If it were a few hundred years longer, it would have disappeared into the long river of history.

Buzz!

Lu Jun depicts constellations, black and red star tracks are intertwined, the netherworld cave above his head is open, and the yin wind is roaring.

A white-clothed woman dressed like a black hill drilled out, and the Kuntu ghost manifested, shining with apricot yellow glow all over, and the heavy earth element aura permeated.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Wuchang escaped into the ground, and resurfaced after a few breaths, carefully holding a glass bottle in his hand.

Over the centuries, the glass bottle has become dusty and the surface is somewhat damaged in the old condition, but it is generally intact.

This bottle was carefully selected by Lu Jun, a special material, very hard and corrosion-resistant.

Even so, it's lucky enough that it hasn't been crushed by natural disasters, magical warfare, or the like for hundreds of years, or picked up.

Lu Jun guessed that some of the Nazca giant paintings were sacred to the Indians of South America, and no one dared to disturb them, so the probability of accidents naturally decreased to the extreme.

Whew~

He blew gently, the breeze blew, and the glass bottle returned to its original clean appearance, and it was clean and dusty.

Immediately after that, Lu Jun's eyes froze, and the glass bottle quietly flowed with a pure silver brilliant liquid, the liquid of time!

"Did it work?"

Lu Jun sighed, and the glass bottle he threw down casually not only stored a few Lifan flowers, but also poured a lot of space-time energy.

After hundreds of years of brewing, it finally became a liquid of time and space.

Although the amount is very small, less than half of Mo Fan's, it is also a top-level material, and making it into a special elixir and refining it for its own mermaid will greatly increase its potential and speed up its cultivation.

Just like Mo Fan's little Yan Ji, several opportunities can transcend the race.

"The Night Thunder Dream Beasts are all medium commanders, and Xiao Shuijun is still a small commander, don't favor one over the other, summoning beasts are not as good as dimensional beasts, who to reason with."

Lu Jun said secretly, accept this liquid of time and space, not to mention that he is really in danger, and give it directly to Xiao Shuijun, temporarily evolve into a monarch queen, plus his ascension state, he can fight with the great monarch.

"Is this interfering with spacetime? Then why not allow me to go further. ”

The purpose was accomplished, and Lu Jun stood on the edge of the Nazca giant painting before leaving, silent for a moment, and his mind was uneasy.

He seemed to fall into an indescribable state of mind, and suddenly took out the Qiankun Stone and stared intently.

Lu Jun held the Nine Apertures Round Divine Stone with his left hand, and held it with his right hand, the spiritual world of the spiritual world was shining with a blue galaxy, and the imprint of the Fanhua was in full bloom, and the power of fantasy surged, condensing into an illusory sword blade.

Click!

The next moment, Lu Jun took the knife, and in reality, the crystal surface of the Qiankun Stone was pale and yellow, but in the void realm, a crisp voice sounded.

(End of chapter)