In the small cave room, a dome three meters high above the futon is inlaid with a large bead of washbasin. It emits a soft white light, illuminating the room brightly.

This is also a rare treasure. It is fine to sell 100,000 taels of gold after taking it out. It is very practical and irreplaceable in a dark environment.

Xin Tianyou looked quietly for a while and sighed and gave up.

The large beads are embedded in the dome, and the surface is also "glazed" and are integrated with the stone wall, which is difficult to pry. Moreover, it is not clear whether it involves the formation and dare not act rashly.

He left the "light" and looked at the hole wall on the left according to his writing habit.

"I don't see the ancients in front of me, and I don't see the coming from behind. I think of the vastness of the world, and I burst into tears!"

In regular script, it follows Yan Zhenqing's path. It is square and regular, and it is clumsy.

"Song of Climbing the Ancient Ghost Platform" appears in the cave of a practitioner, which always makes people feel strange. After careful consideration, it is not surprising. Facing endless time and boundless space, anyone will feel confused and powerless.

While watching, Xin Tianyou stuck his fingers into the pen marks and groped, and his expression gradually solidified.

These words were not carved with chisels, but were drawn directly with fingers. The deep sea has been deposited for billions of years, and the extremely hard rock has become tofu blocks under the other party's fingers.

The next line is a dragon and a phoenix dance, and three points into the stone, and it is almost like a break through the wall.

"Where is God? Are Buddha? Are immortals? Are heaven and man?"

Xintian has fun.

It turns out that this person is not a god, Buddha and immortal, and has never even seen a god.

After venting, the writer's mentality became much calmer, and the following was a relatively casual running script.

"Yu You is dull and lies a lot, and people think he is crazy..."

Xin Tianyou always felt that the context was familiar, and it seemed that he had seen it or heard of it. After frowning and thinking for a while, he still couldn't figure it out and continued to read.

After several lines, his body trembled violently.

I pulled it away, and the thread end fell into the eye of the needle, which was a coincidence!

I only visited someone’s former residence three days ago, took away the magic weapon that was so powerful that it was the world, and today I broke into someone’s cave.

The owner here is a mad Taoist who is invincible in the world!

This guy believes that trying hard to suppress his cultivation like the goddess of Chushan, although delaying the thunder tribulation and gaining time for cultivation, he accumulates all risks to the end, causing a one-time outbreak, which is not desirable.

Therefore, he climbed one step at a time and was hit by lightning.

Then we discovered a new problem. The power of the thunder tribulation is related to the cultivation level of the thunder tribulation. The weaker you are, the more successful you are. But the stronger you are, the more violent the thunder will be. You will never give up until you break the person to pieces.

After reaching the eighth level of tribulation that was unprecedented, he faced serious problems. He was only 50% sure of surviving the last tribulation.

All the monks in the world were waiting with their heads held high, and the Taoist sect watched coldly.

At this time, you will definitely not be allowed to surrender and apply to enter the secret realm of voids, which is contrary to your own heart of Tao.

The epileptic Taoist thought hard for half a year and finally came up with a wonderful method.

When I was sending my disciples to the South China Sea, I accidentally found that the flowers, plants and trees on an island were particularly lush and the air was fresh. I suddenly had a whim, and the vitality of heaven and earth became weaker and weaker, scattered quickly on the land and slowed on the ocean, and there might be great spiritual veins at the bottom of the sea.

Diving into the deep sea, it turns out to be so.

He dug a cave at the exit of the spiritual vein, used formations to isolate the sea water, and came here to practice from time to time.

Two months before the tribulation, he sneaked into the Purple Mansion again. When his cultivation reached the ninth level, the thick sea water blocked the secrets of heaven, and the thunder did not descend.

After continuing to live under the sea for a year, he felt that he could no longer improve. He soared into the sky and directly crossed the galaxy.

According to the Dynasty's estimate, Tianlei will still chase him. However, because he runs fast, the power of thunder cannot be fully exerted and can be completely withstand it. Once he leaves the range of the planet's control, it is not enough to worry.

The narrative ends here.

There is no order and the text is scattered. I guess it was not completed in the same time period.

There is a review of life, a reference to the peach tree in front of the door, an experience of refining qi and refining spirits, and a long nagging...

For example, when the "Little Supreme" was Prince Ye Lang, he was rescued during the coup, and he was obsessed with revenge. The dizzy Taoist felt that it was just "ans fighting" and he was so annoyed that he threw him far away to the Nanyang Islands.

The local natives' life was primitive, "There is no paper or pen, but the sheepskin mallet is thin and black, the fine bamboo is used as a pen, and the white ash is used as a character, like an earthworm is rude."

Xin Tianyou finished reading the two walls for more than 3,000 words, and was so angry that he couldn't even make a fuss.

The old man is really crazy and lazy.

Look, what are you writing? There is no central idea or paragraph concise... Even if you leave a few words to break the formation, it is good. You can write about the customs and customs of eight hundred years ago when you are idle, and leave them for future generations to archaeology!

I looked carefully twice, but I still couldn't find any clues about breaking the formation.

Finally figured it out. The Dynasty did not expect anyone to visit the deep sea. The engraved on the walls was not "wills, biography, and martial arts", which were random graffiti.

There was no way, Xin Tianyou took out the shaking bow from the space ring and poked the light curtain with the arch tip with the bow tip. It was useless at all.

He only had the last road in Huashan, releasing energy and burning it with high temperature to break the formation.

Otherwise, it will inevitably be like a fly drilling into a glass cover and being trapped to death.

The temperature in the light curtain is higher than that of sea water, but it is only twelve or three degrees. Not only is it impossible to absorb external heat, but its own heat is being lost.

Light energy can be absorbed, but the high-energy ultraviolet content is too small, which is far from enough for the body to need.

There is no way to think about kinetic energy, there is no waterfall here.

The most terrible thing is that the purple mansion is clean and tidy and there is no food.

Before the ascension, the Dyed Taoist stayed for a year and two months and didn't know if it was fasting. But even if he wanted to eat, he could just step out of the light curtain, and there was a sea of ​​food outside.

Xintianyou has just embarked on the long road of evolution, and the metabolism of cells has not escaped from dependence on chemical energy. It is okay not to eat for a day, it is okay not to eat for ten days, or even for a hundred days...

But if you don’t eat for a thousand days, you will definitely be done.

If you don’t eat it for ten thousand days, the earth will be finished first.

One day later, he was anxious to make 150 square spirit crystals and put them in the space ring.

It is only nine cubic meters in total, which is too small. After nearly half of the space occupied by Mithril and other materials, the remaining space can only accommodate so much.

I haven't had a rest for more than twenty hours. I either climbed the cliff and peeled the "glazed glass" or thought about the comments from the zombie Taoist, or digging randomly.

I dare not sleep, for fear of not waking up.

After everything was ready, Xin Tianyou solemnly walked to the edge of the light curtain and released energy to concentrate at one point.

The formation has no change.

The output was increased, and the peak value reached 1,300 degrees, which was even hotter than ordinary magma.

Unfortunately, it was useless. The gas in the light curtain flowed, spreading the heat instantly, and only a few feather-shaped ripples appeared.

Xintianyou stopped.

There is no need to persist in things that are invalid.

Damn, it's over.
Chapter completed!