Vol 2 Chapter 2493: Altar

"But, Master..." Fu Zhiwen still wants to say more, Xiao Hua said, "It’s very complicated for the teacher to learn, but you can’t imagine it. The predecessors of the prodigal son seem to be similar to the teacher. ...... is the biggest opportunity that the teacher has encountered so far! Or, let’s say, after going out of this cloud mountain, I’m afraid that I don’t need to look for other ancient sites anymore, those who have nothing to do with the teacher. Meaning. In particular, as a teacher... I don’t feel the sense of crisis, which means that the biggest secret hidden in this cave house will not pose a threat to life.

"Well..." Fu Zhiwen knew that he could not persuade Xiao Hua and nodded. "The only thing a disciple can say is that if the master insists on seeking, the disciple can only wish the master to return with full load."
"You don't have to wait here, you have to follow the teacher!" Xiao Hua's words surprised Fu Zhiwen.
"Ah?" Fu Zhiwen.
"This is the inner government of the prodigal son. Since there are people such as Huang Shou and others coming in, other people may come in. Especially for the teacher to get the predecessors of the prodigal son, you and I have been in this cave for three years." Xiao Hua smiled and said, "The stars, the emptiness of the people, and Zhang Daoran are also trapped in the middle of the puzzle for three years. When they just came down from the cloud bed, it seems that the Dongfu has changed. The lost battle has disappeared, these people will be able to come in immediately. They come in, the teacher is not here, only you are there, you say how do you answer other people's questions?"
"Yeah!" Fu Zhiwen nodded.
"And, for the teacher to calculate that you are shocked, there is a self-destruction of Xu Ming fairy, you are really dangerous, but that danger can not be seen as a teacher, as the teacher thinks ... you should still follow the teacher It’s good to open your eyes. After all, this opportunity is not something that everyone can meet.
Xiao Hua said it.
Fu Zhiwen knows that this is the maintenance heart of Xiao Hua. Where do you not know how to be good? I hurriedly said: "The disciple thanked Master."
"You are standing next to it. Let me see for the teacher what the prohibition is!" Xiao Hua has already seen it clearly with the soul. This cloud bed is not integrated with the stone wall, except that the cloud bed is in contact with the stone wall. Nearly, the naked eye alone, even the naked eye of the monk can not be distinguished!
What makes Xiao Hua most puzzled is that there is no volatility in the contact between the cloud bed and the stone wall. Nothing is found in the soul.
After the Fu Zhiwen was allowed to leave, Xiao Hua took a shot of his forehead, and the brilliance of the green color flashed through the smashing eyes. "Silk..." When I saw everything in front of the stone wall, Xiao Hua Completely disappointed, took a breath, and closed his eyes and frowns.

It’s not very likely!
Xiao Hua thought quietly.
How could this cloud bed be nothing unusual? Is the predecessor of the prodigal son here? Is there an empty city plan? But even if it is an empty city, what does he want to cover up?

After thinking about it, Xiao Hua’s broken eyes slightly stunned, and a silver-white halo swayed from the scorpion. Xiao Hua would break the eye and push it to the extreme.
Haha, here! Here...
Xiao Hua saw For a moment, I finally laughed. "The original hidden is so subtle. If it is not Xiao’s broken eyes, there is a supernatural power of Buddhism. I am afraid that it is not easy to see this light that smiles more than the needle eye!"
Seeing Xiao Hua laughing, Fu Zhiwen also stayed, in a tone that he could hardly believe: "Master, you old... what did you really find?"
"Of course!" Xiao Hua took the eyes of the law, and the robes were smashed. The sleeves were displayed and laughed. "But look at the master!"
"Starting..." This time, unlike the previous temptations, Xiao Hua is urging the mana of 70%!
It is a pity that the cloud bed does not move under the big hand, and even the sway does not sway, and really makes Xiao Hua stunned!
"This is impossible!" Xiao Hua knows the power of his own skill in this sleeve. With his own strength, it is said that it is such a cloud bed of several feet, that is, a hill will also be defeated.
"The old man understood!" Suddenly, Xiao Hua seemed to think of something, and hurriedly collected the mana. It also spurred the Fascinating Heaven and Earth. A huge golden body flashed the dark golden brilliance, and at this time, Xiao Hua Grasp both sides of the cloud bed with both hands, relying on the strength of the flesh, and shouting, "starting..."
"Boom..." The cloud bed is like a big mountain. It was slowly moved by Xiao Hua. As the cloud bed was lifted, the whole Dongfu was shaking, as if Xiaohua had moved the whole Yunshan!
Between the trembling, the cloud bed just moved to a few feet high, "Hey..." A hurricane was born under the cloud bed, covering the golden body of Xiaohua and the binoculars Fu Zhiwen, who is as strong as Xiao Hua, can't resist the strength. No mana fluctuations, no brilliance, the two disappeared so strangely.
"Boom..." The cloud bed fell, and the whole Yunshan shook. The shape of the monk who stepped into the cave in front of him was also slightly shaken.
It was only in the blink of an eye. Xiao Hua and Fu Zhiwen’s feet fell, and the situation in front of them changed greatly. Xiao Hua could not recover the golden body and immediately let out the soul to see.
But seeing this is a space of a hundred and ten feet. The walls of the space are thick murals. There are mountains and rivers on the murals. There are giant beasts, and there are vast forests with vast yellow sand, which can be biased. Ordinary people! There are no towns and villages.
Xiao Hua’s soul is only a general look at these murals full of primitive atmosphere, but also to leave the soul of knowledge at the end of the space, where is a hundred feet of the altar!
The altar is in the shape of a hill, with white bones placed on it, and a totem of smears on the altar. These totems are not strange, or the shape of a flame, or the shape of a glacier. Different animals. Even when you get to the top of the altar, there are all kinds of unspeakable looks like squats, leg bones, and ghosts.
"Oh..." Just as Xiao Hua looked at the altar again, the next Fu Zhiwen suddenly screamed.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Hua hurriedly waved his hand and banned it around Fu Zhiwen.
Fu Zhiwen's painful contraction on the ground, lowering the voice and shouting: "Master, disciple... I used the gods to look at these murals. There are countless figures in the mind that rush into the disciples' minds. The disciples can't bear them. Now they have a splitting headache."
"Well, you can rest and rest!" Xiao Hua took out the Kunlun mirror and took Fu Zhiwen away. He looked at the murals around him and did not release the thoughts, but still used the soul to look at the altar. After Xiaohua finished watching the last few totems, the soul fell on the top of the altar.
This is a one-foot-sized oval platform with a groove on it and a dilapidated oil lamp inside the groove!
"This... This is not the dilapidated oil lamp that Xiaomou got in the Sky City... Isn't this a million-mountain horoscope? How come...how is it here?" Xiao Hua saw the oil lamp I hurriedly waved my hand and forgot the oil lamp in the corner of the space. Sure enough, although the two oil lamps have some subtle differences in style, they can be the same in both texture and general style.
"No, no, this is not a Horcrux!" Xiao Hua saw it clearly, and suddenly he woke up. "At that time, the monk said that this is the thing of the Wan Yao world. He won it from the soul repair. Could it be this altar? About Wan Yaojie?"
"But even if this is related to the Wan Yao community, what is the use of this altar?" Xiao Hua completely did not understand, "The prodigal son is the one who robbed the predecessors, and his cave house contained such an altar... What does it mean? Is it difficult for the prodigal son to be related to the Wan Yao community?"
Then Xiao Hua recalled it again. It seems that there is no record of this altar in the realization of the prodigal son!
"Maybe it is recorded in the ink cloud?" Xiao Hua thought for a moment, and took the ink cloud that Fu Zhiwen got, and hesitated and looked at it.
However, there is no surprise from Xiao Hua’s surprise that there is no record at all in the ink cloud.
"This is a great secret of the prodigal son!!" Xiao Hua took the ink cloud, and his eyes narrowed, watching this weird altar, thoughtful.
Straight through the time of half a cup of tea, Xiao Hua temporarily removed the soul and eyes from the altar and released the murals around him.
"Booming and banging..." Sure enough, as Fu Zhiwen said, as Xiaohua’s thoughts touched the murals, a vivid image resembled a huge meteor falling into Xiao Hua’s mind, and the impact of Xiao Hua’s body. Bloody!
"Hey? Is this a test?" After Xiaohua finished watching some murals, these murals gave birth to some strange Huaguang. Correspondingly, a totem "brush" on the altar flashed. A little, there are some faint colors.
"The power of the blood??" A mural of the painting, it is not some ancient map of the wild, and every time an ancient image rushed into the mind, Xiao Hua's blood will always be stirred up, an unspeakable force gradually Born in the whole body of Xiao Hua!
When Xiao Hua read all the murals, there was a desolate, innocent, vast and even scent of relief on the altar, filling the entire space.
"Isn't this altar... is the relic of the soul here?" Xiao Hua looked at the altar that was alive, his eyes were telescopic, although his soul repair was not shallow, but in the face of mysterious anomalies He still has some flaws in the relics.
"If you want to know if Xiaoyu mainland and the three continents are in the same interface, the relics of this soul repair say that you have to take a trip. Hey, maybe Xiaomou will find the passage of millions of Mengshan from the site. "Thinking, Xiao Hua looked at the oil lamp in his hand and waved it to the altar."
Unfortunately, the oil lamp fell, and there was no movement on the altar...r1152
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