Li Wumang's heart jumped, and he looked down carefully, and there were indeed two words engraved on the bluestone, which had been blown and rained for thousands of years, and the handwriting was a little mottled. The word "Liwang" is clearly visible. The form of these two words is exactly the same as that on the armor of the king.

"I don't know if it's the altar built by the king, or the altar that is sacrificed to the king. Raden said softly.

"Naturally, it is an altar for the king of Li, and the builder should be at the foot of the altar if he wants to leave his name, how can it stay in the center of this crucial altar. Jiang Dan took over.

It was such a coincidence that he had just obtained the armor of the king, and now he had seen the altar where he was sacrificed to the king. Li Wumang pondered that the altar might have another mystery.

"Childe, those immortal cultivators left the dry bones and white land and went to the outside of the dry mountain. "The Moon Poison Dragon Divine Thoughts flying in the air came. Li Wumang waved after hearing this, and the demon dragon saw it, and his wings landed on the altar.

"Moon Poison Dragon, what is this place?" asked Li Wumang.

"An ancient altar, the rest is unknown. What did Childe find?"

"Are there any legends about this altar?"

"The Moon Poison Dragon has been cultivating in the dry bones, and it is also occasionally involved here. I don't have much to do with immortal cultivators. I really don't know where the altar came from. The demon dragon was a little ashamed.

"See with your divine sense that there is nothing unusual about this altar. ”

"Although this place is hidden, I don't know if the altar has been here for thousands of years, and since the peacock has a palace in the Silent Mountain, this altar must have been here. If there is a treasure, I am afraid that he will have to go early. "The Moon Poison Dragon is a demon cultivator, and it won't beat around the bush. When I heard Li Wumang's words, I naturally thought of treasures. I don't say that I didn't see anything unusual, but I used a peacock to prove it.

"The day before yesterday, I said that you have knowledge, but you didn't think about the important points. Li Wumang was peeped through by the demon dragon, and he was a little embarrassed, and the words in his mind were to advance and retreat.

"The Moon Poison Dragon only said that it was difficult to leave the homeland, and it seems that travel is essential. It's inevitable to be lonely in a safe corner, and it's too right to walk with Childe this time. The Moon Poison Dragon was very frank.

"The Heavenly Thunder Sect has a lot of connections with me, and it depends on you to maintain the thoroughness of these few. Otherwise, I can't bear to let you abandon the Dark River Cave and run around. "Li Wumang is very grateful to the Moon Poison Dragon.

"The best of both worlds, why did the prince say this? If you are entrenched in a cave that does not see the light of day all day long, if you want to practice the Great Road, I am afraid that it will be a fool's dream. "The Moon Poison Dragon God is very sincere.

"Your cultivation is too much higher than me, and you naturally don't need me to talk nonsense when you comprehend the way of heaven. It's always unusual, and I'd like to delay for a few days. ”

"Don't worry, as long as the peacock doesn't come, it doesn't hurt to live for a hundred and eighty years. "The Moon Poison Dragon was happy, this place was the first to be recommended by the Demon Dragon.

Ever since he saw the word Liwang in the middle of the altar, Li Wumang has been determined to have something to do with armor. I want to find out. Although it seems to be just an ordinary stone platform now, it only takes a few days to look closely. It doesn't matter if you get nothing.

The five people of Yiling knew that if they wanted to stay here for a few days, they naturally had to have a place to live. This is a flat woodland that is rare to see in the mountains, and it is dozens of miles away if you dig a cave in the mountain. Yiling and others cut down wood in the nearby dense forest to build houses, and after an hour, the six wooden houses were completed. The five of them practiced separately in the house.

The Moon Poison Dragon is a demon cultivator and does not need a place to live in the forest. It was entrenched on a large tree, and the height was conducive to the divine sense to search the surroundings.

Li Wumang carefully studied the engraved word "Liwang" on the altar, and took out the Liwang armor. Summoning the spirit of the instrument away from the king's people.

The machine spirit stood on the armor and bowed. "The son called the little one out, and I don't know what to order. ”

"I see an altar here with the words 'leaving the king' on it, which is similar to the handwriting on your body, so let you come and take a closer look. After Li Wumang finished speaking, he pointed to the bluestone under his feet.

The machine spirit walked over to the place where the handwriting had been carved and looked at it intently. "Childe, this handwriting is exactly the same as the word 'leaving the king' on the villain's body. It seems that I was born in Fengli Continent back then. ”

"Why?"

"The handwriting on the small body should have been engraved at the beginning of refining. The master should claim to be the king. Thousands of years later, the master's cultivation continued to improve, and the small ones were constantly refined and upgraded, and finally the master flew to the fairy world, and the armor also went away. "The machine spirit looks at Li Wumang, and it seems that he can't be sure.

"Don't you know your own business?"

"I told my son before, I am a self-generated machine spirit in the armor, but not a primitive machine spirit. Ever since I had my intelligence, the formations in my armor have been broken nine out of nine. Only a little of the Primordial Spirit's divine sense remained in the formation. He sighed when he left the king.

"It seems that you don't know anything about it. Li Wumang was a little disappointed.

"Although there is still a formation space for immortal weapons, the small cultivation is only in the merger period, which is far from the instrument spirit of ordinary immortal weapons. The name of the immortal weapon is actually difficult to match. Tie Qing's face showed a hint of sadness.

"You have been cultivating hard in your armor, and this seat will also do its best to repair the damaged formation space. If there is luck, there will be a day of transformation. Li Wumang comforted him. Transformation is the level of the Dao weapon, and Li Wumang is still very confident in this.

I put away my armor and looked around the altar carefully for a long time, but I really couldn't see anything unusual.

"I'm afraid that the king's armor has disturbed my mind, and this altar is just a stone pile. "I didn't think about anything else, and went back to the cabin.

......

Yiling sensed that Li Wumang had arrived and came out to greet him. "The junior brother must have gained nothing. Seeing that Li Wumang looked disappointed, Yiling smiled.

"Yes. There is no aura at this altar, and it is not known whether it was built by mortals. ”

"I also thought about it for a long time, why don't I put a drop of blood on the word Liwang and see if there is any movement. Seeing that Li Wumang was frustrated, Yiling said his thoughts.

"It's not a magic weapon, can a drop of blood be useful?"

"Since the junior brother is unwilling, it is okay to give it a try. If you haven't reacted yet, forget it, so as not to worry about it in the future. After Yiling finished speaking, he got up in the sky and went to the altar.

Li Wumang saw that Yiling had gone, so he had to follow behind. Yiling landed on the altar, squeezed out a drop of blood from the middle finger of his left hand with spiritual power, and dripped it on the word Liwang.

Blood drips on the surface of the bluestone and is not sucked up.

"It was really built by mortals. Yiling was hopeless and smiled softly.

Li Wumang shook his head when he saw this, obviously foreseeing this result. However, Yiling said that he thought about it, so as not to worry about it in the future. So he stretched out his left hand and also dropped a drop of blood on the side of Yiling's blood drop.

The blood droplets dripping by Li Wumang were instantly absorbed by the bluestone, and he didn't pay attention to the slightest trace. Both of them were stunned when they saw it.

"Senior brother, this altar is different, it can actually distinguish blood droplets. It's right to stay. Yiling's heart was full of joy.

From the perspective of others, Yiling has no blood to come, while Li Wumang's blood has been successful. Yiling is not jealous, at least there is a sense of loss. How do you know that Yiling admires Li Wumang, and has no doubt about Li Wumang's great luck. regarded this junior brother as a dependent, and was naturally very happy to see that Li Wumang could drip blood into the bluestone.

"Strange, I've been looking at the altar for a long time, but it's just a pair of stubborn stones. But you know how to choose blood drops?" Li Wumang was also happy.

"There must be something strange about this altar, and the junior brother may wish to slowly comprehend the mystery. I'll go first. Yiling knew that since the altar could make a choice, it would be inconvenient for him to stay.

"Thank you, Senior Sister. Li Wumang listened to Yiling's words and thought it was very reasonable.

Yiling went back to the wooden house, Li Wumang calmed down, and looked around the altar for a long time, but still found nothing.

As soon as my heart moved, since I couldn't see the clues, it was better to follow the drops of blood and see where it fell.

When he reached the top of the altar, he sat down cross-legged on the king's handwriting. Close your eyes and breathe into the ethereal realm. The divine consciousness searches for drops of its own blood.

The divine sense visited this altar, and it was very different from before the blood was dropped. When he first arrived here, Li Wumang had used his divine sense more than once to see that the altars were all built with big bluestones, and there was no difference.

Everywhere the Divine Consciousness went this time, it was a red mist. Throughout the altar's bluestone-wrapped area, the red mist rolled and changed, as if it was hiding something.

Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration. The red haze vanished. Some visions appeared in the mind.

A group of anciently dressed immortal cultivators appeared, one of them holding a wooden box with both hands, and the other immortal cultivator used a stick-like magic weapon to make a deep pit with a diameter of one foot on the ground. The immortal cultivator who held the wooden box put the wooden box in his hand into the pit.

The rest of the immortal cultivators showed their magical powers. This altar was built. The wooden box should be in the middle of the altar, that is, in the ground where the words "Liwang" are engraved.

After the altar was built, these immortal cultivators held a solemn sacrifice ceremony at the altar and then dispersed.

The red mist reappeared in Li Wumang's consciousness. Li Wumang collected his divine sense and retreated from the ethereal realm. Although it was only a moment of effort, it consumed a lot of spiritual power, and there were sweat stains on his back.

"This altar is also strange, but it is only a moment's work, how can it be so tired. After breathing for a while, Li Wumang stood up.

The wooden box buried before the sacrifice should be related to leaving the king. It's just that I don't know what it is. Generally speaking, if it is a treasure such as a magic weapon, among these immortal cultivators who are dressed in simple clothes, there must be many people who covet treasures. Buried at the bottom of the altar with such fanfare, how can you not worry about someone stealing it.

"Maybe it's something that is sown. This altar was built only in an attempt to suppress the object by the power of the king. Li Wumang had doubts in his heart.

Re-sit and breathe down to restore the spiritual power that has been consumed. After an hour, Li Wumang made up his mind to pursue the drops of blood he had dropped. I was disturbed by the illusion just now, and my spiritual power was consumed too much, so that I gave up halfway.

Gathering his mind and entering the ethereal realm, he felt a faint breath of blood dripping from himself. Unleashed his divine sense to search, and this drop of blood actually fell into the ground. The Divine Consciousness can sense the location of the blood droplets, and if there is no mistake, it should be where the wooden box is buried.