Liu Qinghuan walked into the corner tower on the city wall, and the people inside raised their heads and greeted him gently: "Aoki Daoyou, you came a quarter of an hour early today." ”

"Mo Daoyou. Liu Qinghuan arched his hand: "It's boring to stay in the house, it's better to come over early." ”

He walked over to the wooden table against the wall, sat down opposite, and looked through the openwork window in the direction of Thousand Pages Mountain: "Is there anything unusual today?"

"It's still the same. Mo Zhenren of the Heavenly Academy also looked over there: "According to the news sent back by the Daoist friends who were watching ahead, there have been many sneaky people in the other world in the past two days, but they have not come out of the mountain. ”

Liu Qinghuan guessed: "It seems that these people should be planning something." ”

The two chatted about the situation for a while, and soon it was time to change values, and Mo Zhenren quickly said goodbye and left.

He was the only one left in the corner tower, but from the doorway with only a curtain hung he could see that people were often passing by, and those were low-ranking monks who had arranged for the city walls to be garrisoned.

Liu Qinghuan made a mute trick to isolate the noise outside, and then took out a yellow rag, except for glancing at the Thousand Pages Mountain in the distance from time to time, his attention was on the rag.

This cloth was obtained from the otherworldly monk who made the Bloody Sand Realm at the beginning, and in addition to this, he also received a Na Ring and a conch at that time.

There are not many things in the ring, except for some materials and spirit stones, there are only a few extremely evil magic weapons. However, the conch contained a cold water liquid, and with a slight flicker, an ice-blue flame emerged, which looked extremely strange.

This kind of spiritual water is something that Liu Qinghuan has never seen in Yunmengze, so he hasn't figured out what it is yet.

What caught his attention the most was the yellow rag, covered with twists and turns, intermittent cracks, very similar to the two things on his body.

He took out another jade talisman and a half-destroyed animal skin, and placed it next to the yellow cloth.

These two things, one was obtained from Yuwenqing of Tiandao Mountain, and the other was given by the six princes of the Song Kingdom because they were grateful for his help, but because they couldn't find the mystery and secret, they were almost forgotten by him in the corner of the ring.

Now that the three things are in front of you at the same time, you will find that apart from the different materials, the cracks on them are similar.

Words, the only thing Liu Qinghuan can be sure of now is that the cracks on these three things are some kind of unknown words.

He had discussed with Ming Yangzi the text used by Yun Mengze in the Immortal Style, and then he got this yellow cloth again, so he thought of this possibility.

After a few days of studying, he found some similarities in the cracks that were completely unintelligible, as if they were the same words. In addition, at the end of each crack, there is exactly the same diagonal downward stroke, and then slightly raised lines.

Therefore, a few days ago, he had taken the time to go back to the sect to look up the relevant classics.

It's just that this part is as if it has been ignored, and there are very few clues that can be found in the huge transmission building, and only some vague inferences or speculations are left.

The Zhengxian body has been used by their interface for tens of thousands of years, and everyone is using it, and what is too accustomed to is not paid attention to and studied.

In the end, he found a thin page on the third floor of the Chuangong Building, which was only open to monks above the Jindan level, with a vague list of words that had existed in Yunmengze throughout the ages, and a paragraph in the middle that mentioned other interfaces.

However, there are no cracks that resemble natural lines, and the cracks on jade talismans, animal skins, and yellow skins are also different, indicating that the contents of their records are also different.

Liu Qinghuan had been studying these three things for several days, and had carved almost every crack on them in his mind, but he still hadn't made any progress.

Since he couldn't figure out what the irregular dots and lines meant, he had to start from other aspects.

The materials of the three things are completely different, but they are not precious materials, just take that jade talisman as an example, it is not even a spirit jade, just a very ordinary jade.

And because of this, he didn't get any reaction when he injected spiritual power into it, and he also tried to cut off a corner, and found that he couldn't even use the sword intent of life and death to cut through the rags that looked like they would be broken when he kneaded them, and the spell naturally had no effect, and even the Samadhi True Fire couldn't burn it.

Liu Qinghuan didn't dare to use the Qinglian Karma Fire, and he didn't want to really destroy them.

It follows from this that it is not because of the material that makes these three things indestructible by most means, but because of the cracks on them, which make ordinary jade, animal skins, and cloth unusual.

So what kind of words have such mysterious power to make these ordinary materials almost immortal?

Liu Qinghuan pondered over three things, not noticing the sound of footsteps outside the door with a curtain hanging.

It wasn't until he habitually glanced out the window that he suddenly noticed a great change on the Thousand Pages Mountain in the distance!

He stood up suddenly, the chair behind him toppled to the ground under the force without attracting his attention, and with a wave of his hand, he quickly put away the three things on the table, and walked quickly out of the corner tower.

On the side of the city wall, a large number of garrison monks gathered, all of them pointing excitedly in the direction of Mt. Chiyo.

"Wow, it's fighting!"

"What a big eagle vulture! I just saw it burrow through that spatial rift. ”

"It looks about the size of a cockpit, who do you think will win?"

Liu Qinghuan was speechless for these low-level monks who couldn't distinguish the situation, and he said with a dark face: "What are you doing! The other world may attack at any time, everyone should return to their posts immediately, ready to fight at any time!"

With his roar, these talents dispersed one after another, and Liu Qinghuan flew into the air and looked at the Eagle Dragon Battle in the distance.

The giant eagle swooped down continuously, using its long sharp beak and talons to grab the cockroach bound by the chains, and it was extremely fierce.

The cockroach is naturally not to be outdone, it is also a kind of dragon no matter how it is said, although it looks more like a long snake because of the thickness of the bloodline, but its power is not inferior to the giant eagle, and even more cunning and ferocious.

After being restricted in the head-up battle, it simply drilled into the abyss, took advantage of the mountain's terrain to swim flexibly, and the dragon's tail, which was not a problem to slap the mountain and hit the rocks, took advantage of the giant eagle to fly down, and whipped it fiercely.

The battle between the two was inseparable, with sharp long groans and angry dragon groans constantly ringing, and eagle feathers and dragon scales flying together.

In this level of divine beast battle, no one dares to step forward and intervene, but human cultivation is the battlefield where some people cultivate.

Countless otherworldly monks emerged from the whirlpool black hole, and in order to avoid being cleared by a thunderbolt, they avoided the dragon and eagle battle in the center as soon as they flew out.

The three gates on the first wall had been greatly opened, and the bands of monks had lined up, and they were rushing out of the city at the slightest order.