The thought in Zhang Yu's heart flashed, and he quickly denied this thought. Because the other party is not the Divine Captain Army Zuo Junhou in his memory, but a person who is very similar to him in terms of body shape and appearance.

This is similar, but the judgment placed here by him, if it is replaced by someone else, even the person who is most familiar with this Zuo Junhou will probably think that the two are the same.

As soon as his figure was empty, he had already walked through the stone door and directly into the open grotto hall in front of him, and when he entered here, he felt that the faint turbidity tide that had existed suddenly disappeared, as if he had been isolated.

His eyes flickered, and he walked forward, along a dusty stone corridor, to the man, but the man was still motionless and kneeling.

He took another step, came in front of this man, and looked at it again.

There was no human breath in this man's body, but there was no sign of decay, as if the soul had just left, leaving only an empty shell here.

There was no clothing on this person's body, and the exposed muscles and muscles formed smooth and powerful lines, and there were no flaws to be found, which could be called perfect.

Before his death, this person had at least reached the level of a cultivator in the second chapter, and the tenacity of his body was not only not under Ning Kunlun at the beginning, but even surpassed.

It stands to reason that even brothers can't look so similar, but if it's due to the influence of supernatural powers, then it's not surprising.

He thought to himself, this is probably because of that broken stone tablet, and maybe anyone who gains strength from it may end up like this.

There are also some broken fabrics on the ground, which are likely to have been worn by the original person, and the degree of decay should be inferred from ten years ago.

The man was half-kneeling on the ground at this moment, one hand supporting his body, and the other hand was stretched forward, clenching his fist, but the wrist part was cut open, and below, there was a supporting stone plate, and under it was a shallow layer of golden blood.

The blood did not dry up with the passage of time, but instead looked crystal clear, like a golden slurry.

He took his gaze off the man and turned straight ahead, where there was a half-moon altar, and to the left and right there were two strange stones that shimmered brightly, and the light was so dazzling that it looked like two rays of sunlight coming in from the outside, and where the light met was a recessed square stone trough.

With a thought in his mind, he took out the mutilated slate that his adoptive father had left for him, loosened his fingers, and let the thing float forward, above the groove, and then slowly sank.

When they settled in the stone trough, they heard a creak, and a platform rose up in the middle of the altar.

Inside, there's a metal box.

He looked at it, and the thing floated up in front of him, and when he removed the lid, it revealed a broken stone slab.

There is also a letter signed underneath, which is undoubtedly left to him by his adoptive father. He took out the letter, it was full of indigenous characters, he read it carefully, his heart moved slightly, and he glanced at the man on the ground.

Then he stepped forward, stretched out his finger and dipped it in the blood in the stone bowl, and with a twist of his finger, he could perceive that the blood had a strong aggressiveness, and ordinary people would be eroded and killed by these forces if they touched a little.

But if done right, it can be used as a tonic, and the person who touches it will have a beneficial transformation from the inside out.

And the letter signature just states the method of use.

Using that fragment of the slate, even ordinary people can communicate with the "supreme", but direct communication is not something that ordinary people can afford, so it is necessary to communicate with one person first, and then drink the blood of this person, and then communicate with the supreme again, so as to achieve a higher level of "perfection" and have no consequences.

It can be said that the first person plays the role of a sacrifice.

In addition, the letter also stated the whereabouts of another stone tablet, apparently asking him to continue his search for it.

With a second thought, he put the box in the star bag, then turned around and looked at the entire cave hall.

Since this is a very closed environment, and there is only one road to come, it can be seen that there are still shallow footprints on the ground, which should be left by the person in front of you.

His eyes flickered slightly, and after a moment, he saw the stone door on the opposite side move away from both sides, and a light came in from outside, and then a vague figure walked in from outside.

As he walked, he leaned to one side from time to time, as if he was talking to someone, and he always walked against the side of the passage, indicating that there was another person beside him at the time, but this person had not left any traces of the past, so he could not be seen.

The vague figure finally came to the altar, took something from the unseen man's hand, and then held it up as if he had moved something, a very strange sound, even if he only saw the afterimage of the past, he could faintly hear it.

The figure was thin at first, but as the sound surged, it grew taller, and at last it staggered, staggered a few steps, stumbled forward, and at last fell to its knees, and gradually overlapped with the figure on the ground, and at last remained motionless.

At this time, the man seemed to be moved by another person who was traveling with him, and his arms were lifted forward, and below there was an additional vessel for it, and as the weight of the vessel increased, it was evident that blood was dripping from it.

He didn't see anyone else, but after a while, the stone door was closed again.

But it didn't end there, as it seemed a long time later, the stone door was pushed open again, and a vague figure walked in.

The man went to the half-kneeling man, took the vessel full of blood from under his arm, and placed another stone bowl underneath him, and when he had done so, the man left the place.

Zhang Yu took a step forward, looked at the back of this person leaving, then retracted his gaze and turned to the half-kneeling person, the first person to walk with this person and couldn't see the figure was probably his adoptive father.

But who was the one who came in next?

It's no wonder that the blood in the stone bowl is only a thin layer, and most of the blood should have been taken by this one.

The person who took the blood should know the function of the blood, but the slate is still here, does he not know it or does he not need it? Or does the person already know where the next clue is pointing?

He couldn't help but think back to the time he spent with his adoptive father, he didn't see anything unusual on his body, although he looked like an ordinary person, he could feel that his adoptive father was unusual, and he could feel that this adoptive father treated him very carefully, and there was no malice.

He looked at the bowl of blood, after he first apprenticed, his teacher had said that he might not be suitable for the path of cultivation, so was it because of this that his adoptive father prepared this path for him again?

He pondered for a while, if he wanted to find the real answer, then maybe he would have to continue to find out.

But he is not obsessed with this, for him now, these are just incidental, just to understand a question in happiness.

He flicked his sleeves and put away the bowl of blood, although he didn't need this thing himself, but since it was left to him by his adoptive father, he naturally had to take it away.

Looking around again, this ruins should have been cleaned up by later generations, there are no statues dedicated to the gods, but this boundary can be isolated from the infection of turbid tides, which means that there must be something there, which forms a similar effect to the spirit gate.

He closed his eyes and stared for a moment, and the entire realm shook slightly, and after a dozen or so breaths, his eyes opened and he reached out. Suddenly, the stone shattered, and then a petal swirled and fell from above.

He reached out and grabbed the object, and there was a flash of lightning in his eyes.

He tucked it in his sleeve and turned to walk out, and as he left, the half-kneeling man thud into a cloud of ashes.

At the eastern foot of Mount Anshan, on a mountain range deep in the dense forest, hundreds of heavily armed natives sat or stood in a circle, half of them women, not as tall as the men here, but all of them had sharp eyes and were as aggressive as wild beasts.

Sitting in the middle of the crowd was an indigenous woman in her thirties, with rough skin, a well-defined face, and several rough and shallow scars on her cheeks.

However, it can be seen that she was originally good-looking, and she was dressed in a gorgeous feather knit robe, with ropes tied around her arms and waist, which were strung with various spiritual creature teeth, and an axe hanging from her waist, which was obviously in the style of Tianxia.

Opposite her, sat a man in a white mask.

At this moment, a native with oil paint on his face and a feather battle flag in his hand ran in and whispered a few words in the woman's ear.

When the woman heard the warning, she waved the man down, and then she looked up and said to the masked man, "He just said that on the ancient Mount Waru, there is a huge white fish flying in the pastures of Ghana, do you know what it is?"

The masked man bowed slightly and replied in the native language: "The surrogate of Payawinr, that is the boat that the Tianxia god is on, and the news I have received is that this god must have arrived from the Tianxia mainland. ”

The woman's face showed a serious expression, and her body tensed for a moment, and said, "The god from the Tianxia Divine Kingdom, is he very powerful?"

The masked man looked at her and said slowly: "Very powerful, he is stronger than all the Tianxia gods in the East Court now, that is, this one-handedly destroyed the original Blood Yang Divine Kingdom." ”

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