It was a divine pillar that grew out of the ruins of the palace bricks and had a mysterious style.

It seems real, it seems like illusion.

The patterns are carved with complex and quaint patterns, which seem to be some kind of unheard of monsters, but the next moment, they change again, making people see the scenes they long to see.

Xia Ji avoided direct eye contact.

Because he saw his past life.

Time travel is his biggest secret. In comparison, his talent is not so secret because he realized more and more that the world was too big and weird. What he saw and heard was probably just the tip of the iceberg.

He didn't feel that his talent fell from the sky.

This feeling is particularly strong when Hong Yanluo said "Eat? Are you hungry?"

The curse thinks that he is the same.

Isn’t it just “swallowing” if you exchange something yourself?

How is this different from the devouring of resentment?

The little girl in the black egg of Yunxin Pavilion still hopes to "devour the luck of the world", that is, the dragon energy.

This shows that your ability to swallow is high-end.

Is this kind of self considered a human being?

The boy showed a self-deprecating smile.

Sigh lightly.

No matter what, at least your heart is still human?

Thoughts turn back.

"Did this pillar grow from the ground?"

Xia Ji couldn't help but approach.

His thoughts remained uninterrupted for a moment.

Suddenly, some new clips were interspersed into the mind.

Based on logical thinking, Xia Ji quickly deduced.

The White Tiger said its tentacles could not reach the human area covered by dragon energy.

The white tiger can travel freely here.

Then, there is no dragon energy covering here.

But where did the dragon energy go here?

...

The ghost Buddha statue says it is the past Buddha and the present demon.

Buddha was born in the human world.

Demons are born in the underworld.

There is dragon energy in the world, but not in the underworld.

This means that the Great Jinguang Temple on Honglian Mountain had dragon energy before.

What happened in the middle that led to this change?

...

A word quickly jumped into Xia Ji's mind: Sacrifice!

Immediately afterwards, another word: Traitor!

He has seen how fierce the curse is.

Si Wuxie reached the point of Tongxuan and could almost instantly cut himself, but Red Yan Luo had a matter of instantly cut him in minutes.

Then, a great terror like Red Hell is almost rampant and invincible.

What kind of underworld is coming?

As long as you release something like Red Yan Luo and sweep it back and forth a few times, you will probably die together in a few days.

Why don’t they do it themselves and still wait for human traitors to sacrifice?

...

Xia Ji was blessed to his heart in an instant. He vaguely grabbed something and wanted to say it, but he was still a little short of an opportunity.

He gave up thinking for the time being.

Because a large book with gold and darkness grew on the mysterious ancient pillar in front of me!

It didn't wait for him to react at all.

The pages quickly opened.

Then it started to move.

What's this?

The Pillar of God has produced this book again?

The boy was stunned and subconsciously reached out to press the book he was flipping quickly, but his hand was hanging in the air.

He had a vague premonition that if he pressed himself and stopped the page from turning, everything in front of him would disappear instantly.

Retract your hand.

Xia Ji eliminated distracting thoughts and focused on the book in front of him.

Although the pages were flipping, he tried to see clearly and swept the contents of the pages into his mind.

Crazy...

Crazy...

In the ancient temple of death, the young man stood in front of the mysterious long pillar with a magic knife and sword magazine on his back, looking at the book that was like being flipping with unknown hands.

He frowned and his black hair danced without wind.

The pages are turned very quickly and you can't see anything at all.

Suddenly...

For some reason, the pages seemed to have stuttered, and the writing showed a brief static state.

Xia Ji hurriedly focused everything and deeply engraved the picture of the page after the stillness in his mind.

This process may only be paused for 0:00 a second.

The book continued to turn.

Bang...

The book has come to an end.

Book button.

Bang.

With a light sound, whether it was this mysterious pillar or the flipped book, it turned into a little dust, and then fell on the ground of the ancient temple with the wind, as if everything was just a bubble phantom.

It seems that you encountered everything just now and caught it, it is your chance.

But if you miss it, then you miss it.

At this moment, Xia Ji dared not think of anything.

He was trying hard to recall and reorganize what he had just seen.

Stand for one minute, one hour, or one day.

The black-haired boy with a cold saw on his back was thinking quietly.

In my mind, the jumping fragments are reorganizing, and the originally rough things are becoming clear.

Gradually, the picture that was recorded on the page due to lag appeared in his mind, and there was no missed.

Repeated in my mind repeatedly until I confirm that I will not forget it.

Xia Ji then opened his eyes.

I felt my hunger level, and it was obviously still early seven days ago.

He followed his eyes to the vast Main Hall, sat under the eaves of the monk temple, watching the heavy snow that would not stop.

He casually inserted more than meter of magic knife magazine into the snow.

Bang!

The snowflakes shook.

A few piles of white fell from the roof.
To be continued...