There is an inn in the sky

Chapter 614 Mysterious Soul Text
Wild world.

A mountainous land where thousands of savages lived.

Yan Qingkong stood on a small hillside, looking at the savages screaming all around, he felt a little sigh in his heart.

What kind of power will cause society to regress and civilization to disappear?
At this time, he picked up a lump of mud the size of a fist and threw it at a wild man seven or eight meters away on the left, but the mud passed through the wild man.

And the savage didn't see the mud rolling in front of him either.

Yan Qingkong pursed his lips, then exhaled.

Not in the same time and space.

To be precise, they should be in the same space, but not at the same time.

But Yan Qingkong doesn't know whether it will be a hundred years, or even a thousand years before the savage, or a hundred years, or even a thousand years later.

wrong!

Yan Qingkong suddenly remembered the first time he entered Wuzang Mountain.

Although the testers couldn't see him, Ba Xia could see him... He should have been in the same time period as those testers, and Ba Xia was the witness.

Since they are in the same space and at the same time...

Then why is it like two worlds?

Yan Qingkong couldn't figure it out, and his brows gradually frowned... Really can't be affected?At this moment, he thought for a while, then raised his right foot and stepped down hard.

boom-

The hillside under his feet collapsed, setting off a wave of dust.

The old savage who was lying on the slope a few meters away from him to bask in the sun and catch lice suddenly disappeared.

Yan Qingkong was slightly surprised, where did the old savage go?
Certainly not buried underfoot.

He looked around, trying to find the figure of the old savage, but suddenly found that the positions of the savages around him seemed to have changed.

Under a tree about 80 meters in front of the left, there was a pair of savages doing shameful things, but now there is no one.Originally, 30 meters to the right, there were a few savages fighting in groups, but now there is no one.

Originally, there was no one 20 meters ahead, but now there are a few more savages screaming.

"Changed time?"

Yan Qingkong's face was surprised. Could it be that when he stepped on his foot, he let the time pass by several years or decades?

His eyes continued to search, and he saw several familiar faces.

This shows that it is still the same wild group of people.

Moreover, their appearance has not changed, what they were before is still what they are now.

The three or four-year-old wild man he knew was chasing butterflies now, and he was still three or four years old, even the length of his hair was the same.

This means that time has not changed.

Otherwise, the savages he recognized would have aged for several years or decades... If it was going backwards in time, they would be years or decades younger...

But in this way, Yan Qingkong couldn't figure it out even more.

Boom!

At this time, he punched out, and immediately exploded in a radius of several miles, like a landslide, setting off a terrifying wave of air.

The mountain in front of him instantly turned into a huge pit.

The Savage disappeared.

But Yan Qingkong found that savage crowd a few kilometers away, the original savages...

That little savage who was three or four years old still looked like he was three or four years old.

This proves once again that his actions can affect the wildlings, but not directly.Moreover, this effect is a bit weird...

Time passed little by little.

Yan Qingkong has followed this wild crowd for more than a month.

However, the savages still couldn't perceive his existence, and he couldn't transmit information to the savages. It seemed that there was a mysterious force that isolated them, preventing them from intermingling.

After thinking for a while, Yan Qingkong came to a rocky mountain not far away.

Then, on the rocky mountain wall, he carved Wuxiu's cultivation method to open the "Gate of Life". Each word was as big as a millstone, which could be seen from a distance.

Ok?
When Yan Qingkong stood in front of the stone mountain and watched, he was slightly stunned, he wrote the wrong font.

It should be written in big seal characters.

If even the seal script cannot be deciphered, let alone the regular script.

However, according to Baxia, the seal contains a special power, which can make people who don't know it understand its meaning...

Yan Qingkong hoped so.

However, he didn't know if the wildlings could see it, and if they couldn't...

"It's best to see..."

Yan Qingkong said to himself, and on the other side of the stone mountain, he used the big seal to engrave the practice method of Wu Xiu to open his life again.Then, he drew a picture of the human body, and marked the lines of the exercises...

In the next month, Yan Qingkong left a lot of cultivation techniques in various parts of the wild world.

Unfortunately, when he returned to Shishan again, the wild crowd was under Shishan.

But thousands of savages did not see the words he engraved...

Still can't see it!

Yan Qingkong frowned, then sighed.

Maybe you can't see it now, but you might be able to see it in the future, so Yan Qingkong is not in a hurry now, maybe it can be left to future generations.

Therefore, in the following time, Yan Qingkong ran around the wild world again, leaving words or graphics about cultivation everywhere.

Not only Wuxiu, he even left behind the cultivation techniques of the gods.

Tyrant had told him about the method of opening the gate of life by divine cultivation, as well as the cultivation method of former supernatural powers.

Although Yan Qingkong didn't practice, he wrote it down.

one year later.

Yan Qingkong came back from the wild world, and then came to Wuzang Mountain, and asked Baxia to teach him all the cultivation techniques of the other seven veins.

However, Baxia only knows about spiritual cultivation, magic cultivation, martial cultivation, and witch cultivation...

Yan Qingkong had no choice but to find someone who was destined to go to the place where the Nine Meridians passed on, and ask them to write down their own cultivation methods...

It's a pity that even though he engraved the cultivation techniques of the nine meridians all over the world, the savages still couldn't see the words he left behind.

Although Ba Xia said, there is still a kind of miraculous writing, even if you don't know it at all, you can understand its meaning as long as you see it...

It seems that there is no use at all.

And this kind of writing, some people call it ghost writing, some call it soul writing... It seems to be written on the soul of a living being, as long as you see it, you can understand it...

But Baxia didn't "know" him, so he couldn't teach Yan Qingkong.

Moreover, he has never seen it, just heard it from someone.

"Senior Tyrant, why is it called ghost text?" Yan Qingkong was a little curious, and since he didn't even know it, why did he say it?

"I heard that this kind of text has been accompanied by ghosts..."

Baxia pondered for a while and said.

For some reason, Yan Qingkong suddenly remembered that the mysterious black pottery flower pot seemed to have the runes on the wall of the pot, which was the soul rune that Senior Ba Xia said.

He didn't recognize the runes on the wall of the basin.

However, he knew what it meant as soon as he saw it...

He pondered for a while, and then wrote down two runes representing "Witch Evil". When Ba Xia saw this, he was slightly taken aback, and asked doubtfully, "Witch Evil? What do you mean?"

"Is this the text?" Yan Qingkong asked.

Ba Xia was stunned again, he should obviously not know these two runes, but why did he know they were "Witch Evil"?
Then, he seemed to think of something in his heart, and his face suddenly changed.

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(End of this chapter)