Chapter 42: Doubts

Murong Lin Zhi put his left hand to his lips and sniffed it, but he didn't feel the slightest evil aura from the silver flying bat.

The flying bat cub was lying in the palm of Murong Linzhi's hand, like a blank piece of paper, and he didn't know the danger of the world at all.

Murong Lin sighed and put the silver flying bat cubs back in their place, he really couldn't be ruthless and slaughtered these cubs who were still sleeping.

In the cave, there are tens of thousands of discs, and Murong Lin Zhi guessed that there are only hundreds of millions of flying bat cubs here.

"Who has such a skill!" Murong Lin Zhi guessed: "Could it be the Great Elder Murong Ba." ”

Murong Ba secretly harbored his selfish intentions and handed over the spirit mine as private property to Murong Lin Zhi to take care of, which must have a purpose.

However, Murong Lin Zhi immediately denied that Murong Ba's purpose was never to domesticate these flying bat cubs, and he did not have this kind of patience.

The covering array outside the cave, his ten fourth-level array mages work together at the same time to break through, the Murong family does not have such strength, arranging such a large array, this array does not belong to the strength of the Murong family.

In addition, the thousands of Demon Beast Kings in this Gray Sky Bat Tribe, as well as the two Bat Emperors, Murong Ba and his followers, could not reach here safely and unharmed from under their noses.

Moreover, Murong Ba did not have such resources to domesticate such a scale of flying bat cubs, and if all the resources of the Murong family were invested in it, it might be able to reach half of this scale.

"Who is it?" Murong Lin searched carefully, and he would never let go of any inch of place, the slightest clue.

How can you let others sleep soundly on the side of the couch, the spirit mine has become his private property, and he must not let others get involved, this is a resource that has risen by himself, and he must manage it well.

The area of the molten cave is very large, the search range is very wide, and there are not enough manpower, so Murong Lin Zhi and everyone together searched the molten cave carefully and carefully.

"Young Master, there's a situation here!" Shi Dayong suddenly shouted loudly.

Murong Lin Zhi quickly came to Shi Dayong's side and asked eagerly, "What's the situation?"

"Young Master, look here. Shi Dayong pointed to the stone wall in front of him.

Murong Lin swept over and said, "It's another formation, but it's much weaker than the one at the beginning." ”

Shi Dayong nodded, and at this time, the other eight people also rushed here, and the brothers Mo Dazhi and Mo Dayong volunteered and stepped forward to break the formation.

Mo Dazhi and Mo Dayong took out a few array flags from their bags, held them in their hands and shook them.

The array flag unfurled, and with the shaking, with the Mo brothers as the center, a whirlwind rolled up, and the array flag fluttered.

"Go!" the Mo brothers shouted, and the seven array flags, arranged in the Tiangang formation, flew towards the stone wall.

"Bang bang" a few times, the flagpole was inserted into the stone wall, and the stone slag foam fell to the ground one after another.

With a "click", the formation broke, and a stone room appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

There are holes in the holes, and there are holes in the holes.

Murong Lin Zhi stepped forward to see that the scope of the stone room was not large, and there was a stone bed, a stone table, and a stone chair inside.

Everyone entered one after another, but there was no one in the stone room, no other items, only a thick layer of dust on the ground.

Qian Dagui raised his hand, and a wind blew on the ground, and the dust blew away, and the ground was clean and spotless.

Spiritual Sense scanned the entire room, and Murong Lin Zhi didn't find anything valuable.

Seeing Shi Dayong walking towards the stone bed, Murong Linzhi's spiritual sense immediately saw the handwriting on the stone bed.

"I, Lobushi, the deacon of the Luo family's beast taming hall. ”

The first line of handwriting was very clear, and Murong Lin Zhi quickly recognized them.

"Were these flying bats domesticated by Lobshi? Where are Lobshibu now? Whose power does he belong to? What are these flying bats do?"

There are constantly questions popping up in Murong Linzhi's mind, and to answer the doubts, maybe these words have some enlightenment.

Murong Lin took three steps and two steps, walked to the stone bed, and stared at the words on the stone bed with two eyes.

Literate and vigorous, Murong Linzhi guessed that Luo Bushi should be a heroic and cheerful person.

"The family has domesticated flying bats for 3,000 years, and it has been passed down to my generation for 32 generations. ”

Seeing this, Murong Lin Zhi had already speculated that Luo Bushi was a member of the Luo family, and there were not many families with a heritage of three thousand years, and in Yun County, there was only one family surnamed Luo, that is, the Luo family, which was as famous as the Hua family.

"Isn't Luo's famous for his sword?"

Murong Lin Zhi had another question, the Luo clan swordsmanship he had mastered now had reached more than five hundred kinds, and each swordsmanship had reached the subtle realm.

Now, Murong Lin Zhi has tens of thousands of spirit jades in his hands, and these are all swordsmanship left over by just a direct descendant of the Luo family. Murong Lin Zhi deduced that so many swordsmanship were only the tip of the iceberg of Luo's swordsmanship.

"Luo's swordsmanship is the second in Yunjun, and no family dares to consider itself the first. But why did the Locke go to such great lengths to domesticate these ordinary flying bats? It took three thousand years alone. ”

Murong Lin Zhi couldn't wait to read down with all kinds of questions.

"Passed down to me, the silver flying bat appeared, but why did it never wake up from sleep, and why did it ?......"

A series of whys, so that Murong Lin Zhi, the reader, is frightened, and every stroke contains all kinds of complex feelings such as helplessness, anger, and unwillingness.

Then a series of characters, Murong Lin Zhi couldn't distinguish them, probably because Luo Bushi was irritable and lacked energy.

Skip this text, and the rest becomes clear again.

"The family sent the seventh-level array mage Luo Yaru, she is the first beauty of the Luo family, and she is the lover of my dreams, but unfortunately the beauty is late, and it is no longer what it used to be, she came here to arrange a big array, I am very excited. ”

Seeing this, Murong Lin Zhi smiled slightly, and whispered: "This Luo Bushi is heroic and refreshing, and at the same time, he is also a sullen person, should he not have something special with the first beauty of the family." ”

The nagging in his mouth kept coming, but Murong Linzhi's eyes continued to read.

"Could it be that the family can't withstand it, has the 10,000-year tribulation lasted so long? It's been seven years, and the beast tide has never been so long! I remember the longest beast tide, and the time was only three years!"

Murong's gaze did not stop, although there was a long gap between this text and the next paragraph, leaving a blank space in the middle.

"When the family is dying, as a direct child of the family, you should contribute to the family. It's the time when the silver flying bat is used, but the silver flying bat is still hibernating, and there is no sign of waking up, what is the problem there? is it running away in this moment of life and death, why is that?"

Murong Lin Zhi saw a series of whys, and when he counted them carefully, there were actually as many as ten. Between the lines, it not only contains doubts, helplessness, anger, and unwillingness, but more reveals that it is anxious and powerless.

"The Hua family was defeated, and the Luo family also died. The sons all died in battle, none of the grandchildren were alive, and the 10,000-year-old family, when it was said to be dead, it would no longer exist. ”

When Murong Lin Zhi saw this, he thought that among all the words, only this text was written the most clearly, without being aggressive, nor pessimistic and disappointed, only peaceful, and looked down on all emotions.

"The silver flying bat can't wake up, it should be that my human blood is too pure, however, I will also use my human blood, give it a try, if it doesn't work, then use the blood of the human race, plus the demon power, remember, remember. ”

Seeing this, Murong Lin realized that Luo Bushi seemed to be explaining the aftermath. After reading the text, Murong Lin raised his hand and punched "pop", and the stone bed was shattered.

At this moment, through these words, Murong Lin Zhi understood many things, and at the same time, he was confused by this text, and many things he wanted to understand were confused by it.

The bat tribe was originally domesticated by Luo's, and its purpose was to cultivate silver flying bats, but because no one domesticated them, three thousand years later, they were all wild again. It actually became a nightmare for the miners of the Murong family.

The wild beasts have ravaged our human race for many years, and Murong Lin killed them without a little psychological burden.

The cubs in the molten cave were not done by Murong Ba, and they had nothing to do with the Murong family.

The depletion of the spirit ore spirit stone should have something to do with these hibernating cubs, three thousand years of hibernation, it must need a steady stream of spiritual power, otherwise, it would have already died, and its bones would have become living fossils.

Luo Yaru, the seventh-level formation mage of the Luo Clan, came here, and Luo Bushi only said the array, what kind of array, how long he lived, and whether he had any peers here, in the text, there was no explanation.

The formation outside the cave, as well as the spiritual power required by the hibernating cubs, should be Luo Yaru's masterpieces, and even the killing array that Cui Dazhuang saw, the reinforcement of the access control of the Luo family's forbidden land, is also related to Luo Yaru.

The formation of the seventh-level array mage, at this time, Murong Lin Zhi couldn't understand it and couldn't crack it, but the depletion of the spirit ore spirit stone brought another opportunity for Murong Lin Zhi to break the formation.

Murong Lin Zhi looked at the discs one by one, this is the Luo family's big deal for more than 3,000 years, without the supply of spirit stones, these hundreds of millions of flying bat cubs, if they don't wake up from hibernation, they will never wake up again.

Murong Lin Zhi walked out of the small stone room and walked towards the center of the lava cave, where there were more than a hundred silver flying bat cubs.

Luo Bushi's hard work and youth were spent on these cubs, and if Murong Lin Zhi didn't guess wrong, Luo Bushi finally used his own blood to raise these silver bats in order to wake up these little things.

Murong Lin Zhi came to the golden disc, reached into the small hole of the disc with his left hand, and took out a small silver bat from it, and he looked at it again and again.

The little silver bat lay in the palm of Murong Linzhi's hand, not moving, and its cold body made Murong Linzhi's whole body full of coldness.

Murong Lin Zhi did not hesitate, took out a small knife from the bag, and swiped lightly on the tip of his finger, and a small wound immediately appeared on his white skin.

"Oops!" Murong Linzhi screamed, and blood gushed out from the wound, and suddenly formed a round drop, sticking to the tip of his finger, it kept shaking, and a smell of blood hit Murong Linzhi's mouth and nose.

Murong Lin Zhi frowned, his eyes staring at the bright red blood, and the blood showed a vigorous vitality.

Murong Lin Zhi put the blood beads on the tips of his fingers close to the hibernating silver little bat, and he used Luo Bushi's idea to try to wake up the hibernating little bat.