Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 458 Mysterious Words

Liu Qinghuan walked into the turret on the city wall, and the people inside raised their heads and greeted him gently: "Fellow Daoist Qingmu, you came a quarter of an hour early today."

"Fellow Daoist Mo." Liu Qinghuan cupped his hands and said, "Staying in the house is not at ease, so why don't you come over early and watch."

He walked to the wooden table next to the wall and sat down opposite, and looked towards Qianye Mountain through the hollow window: "Is there anything unusual today?"

"It's still the same." Master Mo of Tian Academy also cast his gaze over there: "According to the news from fellow daoists who are watching ahead, many people from other worlds have sneaked here in the past two days, but they haven't left the mountain."

Liu Qinghuan guessed: "It seems that these people should be planning something."

The two chatted about the situation for a while, and soon it was time to exchange value, and Mo Zhenren quickly bid farewell and left.

He was the only one left in the turret, but from the door with only a curtain hanging, he could often see people passing by. Those were low-level monks who had arranged to guard the city wall.

Liu Qinghuan used a mute tactic to block out the noise outside, and then took out a yellow rag, except for glancing at Qianye Mountain in the distance from time to time, he focused all his attention on the rag.

This piece of cloth was obtained from the cultivator from the other world who used the Bloody Sand Domain. In addition to this, he also got a ring and a conch at that time.

There are not many things in the ring, except for some materials and spirit stones, there are only a few extremely evil magic weapons.But that conch contained a kind of cold water, and when it was shaken lightly, an ice-blue flame emerged, which looked very strange.

Liu Qinghuan had never seen this kind of spiritual water in Yunmengze, so she hadn't figured out what it was yet.

What attracted his attention the most was this yellow rag, which was covered with crooked and intermittent cracks, very similar to the two things on his body.

He took out another jade talisman and a half-destroyed animal skin, and placed them beside the yellow cloth.

Of these two things, one was obtained from Yu Wenqing of Tiandao Mountain, and the other was given by the sixth prince of the Song Dynasty because he was grateful for his help. Since he could not find out the mystery and secrets in it, he threw it in Nagoya. Almost forgotten in the corner of the ring.

Now that the three things are placed in front of you at the same time, you will find that apart from the difference in material, the cracks on them are very similar.

As for the writing, the only thing Liu Qinghuan can confirm now is that the cracks on these three things are some kind of unknown writing.

He had discussed with Ming Yangzi about the Zhengxian style used by Yunmengze before, and he only thought of this possibility after he got this piece of yellow cloth.

After studying for a few days, by comparison, he found some similarities among the completely unintelligible cracks, as if they were the same words.In addition, at the end of each crack, there are exactly the same lines drawn diagonally downwards and then slightly raised.

Therefore, in the past few days, he took the time to go back to the sect to search for relevant classics.

It's just that this area seems to have been ignored. There are very few clues to be found in the huge Chuan Gong Building, and the only ones are some vague inferences or guesses.

Zhengxian body has been used by their interface for tens of thousands of years, and everyone is using it, but no one pays attention to and researches things that are too common.

In the end, he found a thin page on the third floor of the Chuangong Building, which is only open to monks above the Golden Core level. It vaguely lists the texts that have existed in Yunmengze throughout the ages, and there is a paragraph in the middle that mentions other interfaces. Text.

However, there are no such cracks that resemble natural patterns, and the cracks on jade charms, animal skins, and yellow skins are also different, indicating that the contents of their records are also different.

Liu Qinghuan has been studying these three things for several days, almost engraving every crack on them in her mind, but still hasn't made any progress.

Since he couldn't figure out what those irregular dotted lines represented, he could only start from other aspects.

The materials of the three things are completely different, but they are not precious materials. Take that jade talisman as an example, it is not even a spiritual jade, but a very ordinary jade.

And because of this, he didn't get any response when he input spiritual power into it. He also tried to cut off a corner, and found that even the sword of life and death couldn't cut through the rags, even if they seemed to be broken when rubbed, the spells naturally had no effect. Samadhi real fire can not be destroyed.

Liu Qinghuan didn't dare to use Qinglian Yehuo, he didn't want to really destroy them yet.

It can be concluded from this that it is not because of the material that these three things cannot be destroyed by most means, but because of the cracks on them that make ordinary jade, animal skin and cloth unusual.

So what kind of words have such a mysterious power to make these ordinary materials almost immortal?
Liu Qinghuan was meditating on the three things, but she didn't notice the sound of footsteps outside the door with a curtain.

It wasn't until he habitually glanced out the window that he suddenly noticed the great changes on Qianye Mountain in the distance!

He stood up abruptly, and the chair behind him fell to the ground under great force without attracting his attention. With a wave of his hand, he quickly put away the three things on the table, and walked out of the turret quickly.

A lot of garrison monks gathered on one side of the city wall, all pointing excitedly in the direction of Qianye Mountain.

"Wow, it's time to fight!"

"What a big eagle! I just saw it come through that space crack with my own eyes."

"It looks about the same size as Pan Chi, who do you think will win?"

Liu Qinghuan was speechless to these low-level monks who couldn't distinguish the situation. He said with a dark face: "What are you doing! The alien world may attack at any time, everyone immediately, immediately return to their posts, and prepare to fight at any time!"

After being shouted by him, these talents dispersed in a disturbed manner. Liu Qinghuan flew into the air and looked at the eagle-dragon battle in the distance.

The giant eagle swooped down continuously, using its long sharp beak and eagle claws to grab the panchi bound by the chains, and it was extremely ferocious.

Pan Chi is naturally not to be outdone, it is a kind of dragon anyway, although it looks more like a long snake due to the thickness of its blood, its power is not inferior to the giant eagle, and it is even more cunning and brutal.

After being restricted everywhere in the head-up battle, it simply dived into the abyss, using the mountain to swim flexibly, and the dragon's tail, which was no problem hitting mountains and rocks, took advantage of the giant eagle to fly down and slapped it fiercely.

There was an inseparable fight between the two, the sharp chirping and furious dragon chant kept ringing out, and the eagle feathers and dragon scales flew together.

No human cultivator dares to step forward to intervene in this level of battle between divine beasts, but human cultivators belong to the battlefield of human cultivators.

Countless cultivators from other worlds emerged from the vortex black hole. To avoid being cleared by a flash of lightning, they avoided the dragon eagle battle in the center as soon as they flew out.

And the three gates on the first city wall have been greatly opened, and teams of monks have already lined up, waiting for the order to rush out of the city.

(End of this chapter)