Ji Ning looked at the words on the rock wall in a daze, and the picture unconsciously appeared in his mind.

"Futianzong, since the founding of the Great Qian Dynasty, the first patriarch Qingyuan Zhenren, is one of the disciples of the Luban clan."

"Qingyuan Zhenren, all his life is only obsessed with puppet art, and he has no cultivation, but he can integrate the method he has learned, and has opened up a new path for the puppet technique, which later generations call thaumaturgy."

"Thaumaturgy, fused with the mysteries of all the puppet techniques in the cultivation world at that time, from complex to simple, even people outside the door can easily refine powerful puppets after learning miracles."

"A hundred years later, Qingyuan Zhenren drove the crane to the west, and Futianzong ushered in its second generation of sect master, Luxu Zhenren."

"Luxu Zhenren is the one who really carries forward the thaumaturgy, the puppet he created, contains the power of life, whether it is a mechanism or a silk thread, under his hands, it is given life, and it can even cultivate and reproduce on its own."

"In this way, the Futian Sect grew rapidly, and once overwhelmed the Luban clan in the way of puppets, and became one of the most powerful sects in the world."

"However, this prosperous situation did not last long, before the death of Emperor Qian, in order to ensure the stability of the country, he began to suppress all sects other than the royalist faction, especially for the strong above the holy realm, and the Futian Sect did not escape this catastrophe."

"Even if the Luxu Zhenren had already used thaumaturgy to perfection at that time, the puppets they created had all reached the Holy Realm, but it was still difficult to resist the might of the emperor."

"Up and down the Futian Sect, all those who have learned thaumaturgy have died under the emperor's power, and the rest of the sect's disciples have not been affected."

"However, what is unexpected is that a hundred thousand years later, a disciple of Futian Sect, in the process of practicing puppetry, inadvertently awakened a conscious ancient puppet, that puppet is left by the real person of Luxu, I don't know how many years it has been sealed underground, and it can understand human speech, so he passed the first three forms of thaumaturgy that have been lost for a long time to that disciple."

"Later, that disciple became the 7,452nd generation head of the Futian Sect."

"That's me."

"Poor Dao only learned some thaumaturgy, and once again led the Futian Sect to carry forward, and rose rapidly, becoming the most powerful sect in a county."

"I thought that this situation could continue forever, but unexpectedly, on a small island south of the Immortal Dynasty, news came out of nowhere that a long-lived puppet clan came out of the nest, intending to seize the thaumaturgy in my hands."

"I led the sect to resist for March, but in the end, I still couldn't defeat it, and the sect that I had created with great difficulty also collapsed."

"However, they didn't expect that I had built a mausoleum for myself as early as the beginning of learning thaumaturgy, and the inheritance of thaumaturgy was hidden in the mausoleum by me early!"

"In this tomb, there are all kinds of powerful mechanism puppets that I have refined with thaumaturgy, and even the treasure left by the ancient puppet before it died!"

"I wrote these and put them in the mausoleum, sealed in the abyss of stratum, I don't know how many years it will take to be seen by future generations, but I don't regret it, I believe that thaumaturgy will not be extinct, and the legend of Futian Sect will continue even in the future!"

"The seventh, four hundred and fifty-second generation head of the Futian Sect."

"Shen Yu is really staying."

Ji quietly looked at the wall and fell silent.

On the Shenzhou Continent, the human race has lived here for tens of millions of years.

Maybe this beautiful mountain was not a mountain at the beginning, maybe it was a river, a cliff, or a desert, but now it has become a mountain and has become what it is now.

Those buried deep in the ground have also become easier to find over time.

Ji Ning sighed lightly.

If there is no mistake in the writing on this rock wall, then there is no reason why this hollow mountain is so easy to find.

The reason for this is that it has been too long.

For a long time, he has never heard of who Emperor Qiandi is, has never heard of the glory of Futian Sect, and does not understand what thaumaturgy does.

In history, no matter how glorious and magnificent the existence is, it is just a wave in the long river.

"Now that you've taken something, let's pay homage."

Ji Ning looked at the dilapidated and rotten futon in front of him, knelt down without the slightest hesitation, and then kowtowed three times to the portrait of Shen Yu Zhenren.

These three times represent his admiration for his predecessors in the cultivation world and his admiration for that period of history.

However, just when Ji Ning got up after kneeling and was about to leave.

The futon under him was completely shattered, turning into a little starlight and dissipating.

The original location of the futon has become a row of dilapidated bamboo slips, on which a little aura lingers.

"Is that futon a trick?"

Ji Ning scratched his head, and carefully spread out those bamboo slips, which were five zhang long and wide, and the words written on them were the same as those on the wall, all of which were left by Shen Yu Zhenren.

However, Ji Ning carefully found that when he neatly spread out the bamboo slips, the words on them seemed to be faintly connected, turning into a complex terrain, with countless traps and traps and tricks.

In the center of the bamboo slip, a calligraphy is printed.

The thaumaturgical legacy may be there.

Ji Ning looked at the bamboo slip in front of him, his expression was solemn, he read it three times, imprinted the content in his mind, and then put it into the space ring.

If he guessed correctly, the labyrinth on this bamboo slip was the inheritance place left by Shen Yu Zhenren, and there were thousands of puppet beasts refined with thaumaturgy, as well as some other cultivation resources.

"Time has passed, if this place has not been discovered, those puppet beasts will definitely condense quite a lot of Sui Yin beads."

"If I could feed you all those beads, how far would you recover?"

Ji Ningning quietly looked at the corpse of the sleeping saint lying quietly among the stars in the space ring, and then slowly retreated and left this tomb.

lived up to his expectations, and tonight's experience can be described as a bumper harvest.

It's just that Ji Ning felt a little uneasy in his heart, and he always felt that his luck seemed to be a little too good.

Let's not talk about being betrayed by Li Hu, let's just say that after entering Xiushan, he first met Ye Yu by chance, so a girl who is beautiful and kind, but let him meet, not only fed him with blood Ganoderma lucidum, but also got the body of a saint.

It was not enough to have such an opportunity, at this moment, he actually encountered this kind of thing again.

"Is it really just luck?"

Ji Ning scratched his head, didn't take this matter too seriously, and left the passage in a hurry.

The two heavy rock walls slowly closed, and Ji Ning walked back to the hollow mountain again, where the paper man who had been subdued before was still standing there.

Ji Ning walked up to the paper man, poked it with his finger, and found that the other party was already dead and had become a real paper man.

"It's time to go back."

And, just when Ji Ning sighed and was about to return to the camp of the adventure group.

On the rocky staircase leading to the outside of the mountain, there was a sudden sound of steady footsteps.

"Anyone?!"

Ji Ning raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that at this time, he would be able to meet people in such a place.

He crouched down, without making a sound, and slowly hid in the darkness, his back against the cliff, holding his breath.

However, Ji Ning didn't expect it.

Just as she hid all sounds, even breathing.

The footsteps on the rocky steps above also disappeared.

But the feeling is still there.

A cool breeze blew, and Ji Ning's expression was slightly grim.

In the air, he could smell the smell of forest dirt outside, which proved that someone had descended into the hollow mountain, but he had not yet been able to find the existence of the other party, who was all hidden in the darkness like him.

In this way, neither of them made a sound, and time passed little by little.

The atmosphere in the air is also becoming more and more silent, and the pressure is increasing.

I don't know how long it took.

Ji Ning's face was slightly pale, and he couldn't hold his breath anymore, and he couldn't help but quietly exhale a breath of turbidity.

However, it was this breath that made another person hidden in the darkness accurately lock on to his position, and then Xun Sheng slashed over!

"Boom!"

The golden sword flashed, fierce and incomparable, directly cutting a hideous crack into the rock wall behind Ji Ning.

Ji Ning's face was expressionless, and after dodging this knife, he also threw a punch directly into the darkness in front of him, without sparing his hand.

The offensive and defensive momentum has always been easy to turn.

The strength of the other party is by no means below him, but it is not too high, as can be seen from the stalemate between the two of them.

And when his breathing revealed a flaw, and the other party slashed at him, Ji Ning naturally discovered him.

So, he dodged the fatal blow and threw this extremely heavy punch with his backhand.

"Knock ——!"

With a muffled sound, the black shadow retreated more than ten feet, and its hind legs were against the cliff wall, unloading most of its strength.

In the darkness, there was a faint silver light circulating, like stars and moons.

"Silver Bone Realm."

Ji Ning's expression was solemn, there was no doubt that the mysterious opponent's realm was the Silver Bone Realm, two small realms higher than him, and he was good at using sword techniques.

The knife just now was just a temptation, without any aura, but it was still so fast that it was terrifying, and the other party actually ate a punch from him at close range, and it didn't seem to have been injured yet.

The other party's breathing was only disordered for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.

This is enough to prove that this is a difficult enemy.

But Ji Ning was not afraid, the boy's face was ruthless, and a faint green light flashed on his body, which was a sign that belonged to the willow bone realm alone, and he raised his hand and rushed towards the silver light in the darkness.

The latter stood in place, as if he didn't expect Ji Ning to dare to take the initiative to attack, so he slashed out a knife without giving up.

The silver blood qi clinging to the golden blade set off a storm in the space, and everything it touched was shattered.

However, Ji Ning suddenly changed direction, and after dodging this knife with a jump, he came directly to the center of the field, picked up the second-stage body of the paper man who had just died with one hand, and smashed it directly!

"Huh?"

In the darkness, the man let out a light sigh, I don't know if it was an accident or something else, in short, he slashed out again, and forcibly cut off the body of the paper man, and the white paper in the sky shattered and fell, like catkins.

Boom!

In the middle of the catkins in the sky, a teenager broke through the air and smashed it with a punch.

The swordsman didn't have time to draw his sword, so he could only defend passively, and lay the glittering golden blade across his head.

Different colors of light shimmered through the sharp knife and shone on the faces of the two.

At this moment, Ji Ning and Qi Lan saw each other's faces clearly, were slightly stunned, and then stopped suddenly.

"It's you!?"