Chapter 683: Withered bones

Thousands of miles of Buddha, countless tired corpses.
　　 Yang Jian was inexplicably stuffy in his heart, and the name that popped up suddenly made him clenched a fist subconsciously.
　　 That Xian Kong seems to be the initiator of this place...
　　 Is that the strongest one who destroyed this great world?
　　 Looking all the way, these humanoid creatures seem to be similar to the current human races and witch races. Their bodies are like dead trees. Although they still look ‘rich,’ their flesh and blood have long been turned into iron stones.
　　 Why can these more than one hundred large tombs resist the aura of chaos? Yang Jian failed to detect and understand, or the enemy did it deliberately.
　　 The wreckage of heaven and earth, Wanli Buddha...... These are enough to shock people, what else is waiting for me?
　　 "Second Lord, there is a shifting formation here," the veteran said in a low voice, "It's the same situation before, totaling thousands of miles, and there is an inscription left by a saint in the middle of the mountain."
　　 Yang Jian nodded, sighed softly, and stepped into the shifting formation without saying anything.
As light and shadow flowed, Yang Jian and the elder were already standing in a round hole that was not too big. The round hole with a diameter of one hundred meters was a semicircle, and the stone walls on all sides were densely packed with grids. One figure after another sitting cross-legged, the same became The sculpture is like iron and stone.
　　 A stone stele stands in the center, and there is a dead bone in front of the stele. The dead bone is full of gold, but it has no vitality.
　　 Yang Jian stepped forward, first said to the dead bone, then looked up at the inscription.
　　 "What's written on it?"
　　 "Second Lord, the realm master has not been able to crack it, only confirmed that this skeleton is the remains of a saint, and died of serious injuries."
　　 Yang Jian nodded, squatting beside the dead bone, his eyes narrowed slightly, he saw the spider-web-like cracks everywhere in the dead bone.
　　 After the death of the saints in the Taishi era, there were volcanic tombs of saints, all with spiritual clouds sending true spirits. This has been seen in the large tomb of Xuantu City.
　　This place should be the great world after Taishi.
　　 The Taisu era, which is the closest to the primordial land, was directly shattered and would not leave such remains of heaven and earth; under such speculation, this place should be the big tomb left in the Taiji era.
　　 "Where did your world master go?" Yang Jian asked.
The elder hurriedly said: "The world lord... There were rumors in the Remnant Bone Realm earlier that the realm lord might have been attacked and killed by the Great Elder. The elder insisted that it was the great elder who had calculated the world master."
　　 "Your realm master was not killed by Kunpeng," Yang Jian said, "I asked about this when I tortured the Kunpeng Yuanshen. When he wanted to do it, he didn't know where your realm master went."
　　 "Second Lord... If the realm master shows up and finds that we have been loyal to the Second Master, will it threaten the Second Master's safety?"
　　 Yang Jian smiled and said nothing.
　　 "Go ahead, don't let people come to disturb you, I'm here to understand the inscription."
　　 "Yes, those broken treasure fragments are displayed in the edge corners, and they were sorted out by the master of the world."
　　 sent this person away, Yang Jian stood in front of the stele, looked at the obscure font on it, and tried to understand the mystery.
　　 There is no rhyme left, and the whole is a bit messy. It should not be used to record any exercises, but to record things.
　　 This is not Dao Dao Wen, and he doesn't understand the words of Tai Chi World. It is extremely difficult to figure out what is written on this inscription.
　　 However, if you can find Master Xuandu, 80% of you can figure out the content on the inscription. Master Xuandu's sleepwalking magical skills can enter the Taiji period on the upper level, and enter the later generations on the lower stage. They must have traveled through the Taiji era.
　　 It's just that the Xuantu Shenlong sees the head but doesn't see the end. After throwing the Xuantu City to him, he doesn't know where he is going. Yang Jian is also struggling to find him.
　　 "Fine," Yang Jian shook his head, suppressing the matter for the time being, and didn't force it.
　　 Regarding those powerful enemies, Yang Jian has already understood a lot of information, and those guys have appeared in the prehistoric Beihai, and the war will break out at some point.
　　 After going around the stele, Yang Jian was stunned again.
　　 There is a simple relief sculpture behind the stele. The relief sculpture depicts a piece of heaven and earth, and heavy figures stand between the heaven and the earth, but above the heads of these figures, there are a pair of half-open eyes embedded in the darkness, looking at the figures below.
　　Yang Jian frowned. He felt a little uncomfortable seeing these eyes. He couldn't help but think of the memory of Daozi Tianyan who let him see the nether stream, those eyes under the abyss...
Although the eyes portrayed by 　　 are different here, Yang Jian always feels there is some connection.
　　 Naturally, this is just intuition.
　　 "Are you saying that the Tai Chi realm has been secretly watched by these enemies?"
　　 Yang Jian frowned slightly, staring at his eyes for a while, some goose bumps appeared inexplicably, but he didn't notice anything.
　　 Fortunately, there are still some treasures left in the Taiji world. Maybe you can find something.
　　 glanced at the little eagle in the black turtle belt, awakened it from sleep, and told it not to fly around, just to sense whether there were any spiritual objects here, and Yang Jian walked towards the ‘rubble’ in the corner.
　　 A total of dozens of fragments of various shapes were placed in the corners. Kitty did not move, standing on Yang Jian's shoulders with his neck curled, a gesture of no interest.
　　 In other words, these fragments are not at all spiritual.
　　 What can be learned from this?
　　 Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly, but he still sat down cross-legged patiently and probed carefully one by one.
　　 The formation patterns and prohibitions on these fragments are all somewhat different from those of the prehistoric times. It seems to be the cause of the drastic changes in the Tao, or the differences in the cultivation systems of the two eras.
　　 Yang Jian quietly realized, but after spending several days and nights, he still didn't get half chance.
"Ugh……"
　　 Yang Jian sighed, got up and looked at the stone corpse sitting cross-legged on the stone wall in front. Behind this corpse, there are layers of corpses arranged in this way.
　　 Obviously, the realm of the corpse sitting cross-legged should be much higher than the suffering creatures on the periphery.
　　 But there is an emotion of ‘shared’ despair.
　　Yang Jian walked up to the saint’s dead bones, said something, and said, "If you all have alive, please tell the younger generations. The powerful enemy is now in the northern sea."
　　 There was no response, and Yang Jian did not respond even after waiting for a long time.
　　 shook his head, Yang Jian turned and left here. Instead of stepping on the front formation, he walked slowly towards the periphery along the road opened by the Bone Realm Master.
　　 Before, Yang Jian listened to Uncle Fenpi, Cough, and heard from Hopi that there are many people in the secret realm practicing in seclusion; as expected, Yang Jian walked forward for a hundred meters and saw a few old spiritual monks sitting along the stone wall.
　　 On the stone wall here, there are still the bones sitting cross-legged, and there are some ‘ghost painting symbols’ branded on these bones...
　　 There is still a trace of Taoism in these symbols!
　　 Yang Jian turned his head and glanced at the semicircular hole in the center, and probably understood something...
The most important part of 　　 is the inscription on the memorial; the monks in the Taiji world have preserved some practice methods by depicting amulets on themselves.
　　 Yang Jian stood in front of a corpse where no one was meditating and studied it a little, then was a little disappointed.
　　 These amulets are not some advanced practice... even compared to the Primordial God Dao that prevailed in the wild at this time, there are many deficiencies and defects.
　　 may be different because of the way.
　　 shook his head, Yang Jian was about to turn around and leave, a flash of light in his mind, suddenly stopped.
　　 turned around, took a step forward, and Yang Jian's figure leisurely disappeared; when he reappeared, he had returned to the semi-circular hole, standing in front of the stone tablet, watching the dead bone.
"excuse me."
　　 Yang Jian said to the dry bone, and then a mysterious energy filled the dry bone completely.
　　 There are cobweb-like cracks everywhere in this dark golden dry bone. If these cracks are not traumas...
　　 Soon, Yang Jian used profound energy to explore the withered bones, raised his sword fingers with his right hand, and his left hand, standing there quietly.
　　 The sword fingers began to slide, and Yang Jian first started from the cracks at the top of the withered skull, slowly carving and spreading these cracks.
　　 This is actually equivalent to wrapping some paper on the dead bones of the saint, rubbing out the cracks on the bones.
　　 Jianzhi walked around, and wrote a tadpole article with profound energy.
　　 Yang Jian's heart suddenly shook, and a golden text suddenly appeared on the spiritual platform. Yang Jian is quite familiar with this text and has seen it many times before!
　　 is exactly the same as the pattern of the avenue on the tomb of the saints in Xuandu City!
　　The pattern of the avenue!
　　 Yang Jian was not in a hurry to comprehend the first Dao Zigzag character, his sword fingers kept sliding, writing the next article after another in the space around him.
　　 And there are more and more lines floating in Taichung!
　　 Each avenue pattern carries a lot of information. Yang Jian rubbed all the cracks on the saint's withered bones in one breath, and the avenue pattern that emerged in his heart reached three hundred.
　　 "Why didn't these spirit races find out? Or did the realm master found out and deliberately didn't mention it?"
　　 Yang Yan murmured ~EbookFREE.me~ slightly strange.
　　 But he didn't want to think about it, waiting for the monk, who would dare to be disrespectful to the saint's bones? Let alone rubbing the cracks in the saint's bones.
　　 Xuan Qi has done something again, but Yang Jian is not too excited.
　　 After he walked around the stone monument, he arranged a layer of profound gangs around it, forming a defensive formation, then sat down cross-legged, and moved his mind to the pattern of the three hundred avenues.
　　 There was a loud explosion, and Yang Jian only felt that his spiritual platform was shining with golden light, and those avenue patterns were constantly changing, and finally turned into an old man's appearance, sitting in the corner of the spiritual platform, silently staring blankly in a daze.
　　 This is...
　　The spiritual platform is the top priority of the monks, and there must be no problems; Yang Jian is also a little nervous, and his voice echoes from all over the spiritual platform.
　　 "Senior?"
　　 The old man didn't speak, but an old voice appeared in Yang Jian's heart.
　　 "I am non-spiritual, just a stigmatized memory, and I can answer some questions for you...only questions I know."
　　 Yang Jian groaned a few times and asked, "Senior is a sage in the Tai Chi era?"
　　 "This seat has half stepped into the strongest state."
　　 Half-step Xeon? Isn't this a realm similar to Pangu Great God? Did not answer about the Tai Chi era, but because their naming of their own era is somewhat different from the naming of later generations?
　　 "How many strong people do you face?"
"Four people, two of them fought against me. I was invincible. They severely wounded me, but they couldn't wipe out my Dao Xin. Another one shot the world to pieces, and another one buried all the creatures who refused to obey orders. Here..."
　　 buried alive?