Looking at this shocking scene in front of him, the little bald head was also completely stunned, but he soon discovered a fatal problem, that is, he had to ventilate quickly, otherwise even with his cultivation at the peak of the Grandmaster Rank, his body would have suffocated from lack of oxygen.

So hurriedly, the little bald head began to look left and right in the water. The little bald head knew to float above the water, because that was the most airy place.

But just when the little bald head was about to float up, the corner of his eye found that there was a huge bubble at the bottom below wrapped an object that seemed to be an altar, out of curiosity, the little bald head did not float upwards, but ran to the altar, because the little bald head felt that the altar probably contained the secret of this level.

But the little bald head is a person after all, not a fish, so his movement speed in the water is really limited, but fortunately, the little bald head knows his memories of swimming in his previous life, so he turned his entire body into a streamlined shape in the water, and then used the true spirit as a jet-like existence to speed up his movement in the water.

But even so, the little bald head still swam for a full minute to reach the altar, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the little bald head's hand was inserted into the bubble, and then the whole person was completely sucked in.

It didn't pop up like a normal bubble.

Feeling this long-lost dryness, the little bald head kept panting, after all, the feeling of holding his breath is not comfortable for everyone.

But the little bald head did not use the true spirit to dry the clothes on his body, but took off all the clothes and used the true spirit power to vaporize the remaining water vapor on his body.

Why, all this little bald head began to look at this altar.

After careful consideration, the little bald head found that this altar was mainly cylindrical, and then set up three steps on the four sides to facilitate people to go up, and many small bald heads were engraved on it to see different patterns.

But after looking at these patterns for a long time, the little bald head felt that his mind began to ache again, and he found that these patterns were actually the same as the oracle bone inscriptions on the country called Huaxia on the earth where he was in his previous life.

But the problem is, he still can't read, who calls him not an archaeologist.

It is precisely because of this that the little bald head is forced to have no choice at all.

But after so long, Sister Lian still didn't speak, it seems that Sister Lian is determined to let him use his own brain this time.

Anyway, there was nothing to do, and the altar seemed to be very safe, so the little bald head sat cross-legged on the ground and began to think hard.

"What to do, I don't know these words. ”

"Oh my God, this assessment is too pitiful, if you meet an illiterate, then he will not die. ”

"Sister Lian, help, I really won't, if you are well-informed, come and help me. ”

The little bald head kept complaining in his heart, but obviously all this had no effect, so the little bald head opened his eyes, stood up helplessly, and began to look at the altar in front of him.

But without taking two steps, the little bald head remembered an existence that he had forgotten.

"By the way, how did I forget the library on the third floor of the pagoda, there should be a book that records this kind of writing, the master also said back then, the schoolbook inside is all-encompassing, only I can't think of it, there is nothing that is not in it. ”

Thinking of this, the little bald head entered the stupa with a flash, and eagerly ran to the library and began to scan quickly, hoping to find an explanation of these, oracle bone inscriptions.

Otherwise, the kung fu is worthy of a heart.

Soon, in the deepest part of this thank you Shu Hai, the little bald head found an old, incomparably decaying book, which reads. "The Ancient Lingua França of the True Spirit Realm"

All of a sudden, the little bald head began to flip through it quickly. Combined with the little bald head's amazing memory, he had already memorized all the words on the altar just now in his mind, and began to quickly take a seat, but the result made the little bald head disappointed.

"I'm playing with this pit, isn't this the chronology of the sexagenary branch?" thought to the little bald head with a frown.

Carefully seated, the little bald head found that something was wrong, those oracle bone inscriptions actually wrote the chronology of the sexagenary branch used in ancient China.

But this assessment must have his deep meaning, so the little bald head closed his eyes and thought about it.

"What the hell is going on?"

"It's definitely not right to make it in the shape of an altar just to write the chronology of the sexagenary branches. ”

"But what's the problem, where does that sense of incongruity come from?"

"Wait, incongruous?" When he thought of this word, the little bald head's eyes suddenly opened, and he finally understood the meaning of this sexagenary branch, and he hurried out of the stupa and walked onto the altar of the sexagenary branch.

Then the little bald head lay on this table regardless of the image, looked at the table and began to think carefully.

"Sure enough, the mechanism designed on this altar can be rotated. And the order of the sexagenary branches is completely wrong these days, and it seems that the order has been deliberately disrupted, and those who don't know may think that it was like this from the beginning. Seeing the suspicion of the matter, the bald head showed a hint of a smile.

And although he doesn't know much about the chronology of the sexagenary branches, as a former Chinese from the earth, he still knows the sorting method of the sexagenary branches, so the little bald head began to move it carefully, and the order on this altar.

When the last epoch was put back in place, the entire altar finally came into action, making a beating sound.

I saw that the sexagenary branches, which had been sorted by the little bald head, were once again disrupted, constantly rotating like a lockbox, and red and blue light continued to ooze from the gaps.

Seeing this strange situation, the little bald head didn't dare to approach, and hurriedly jumped off the altar and began to observe what was going to happen.

Finally the sound passed, and it finally stopped for a full minute.

I saw that there were many straight lines on the altar outside without any gaps, and they began to split into independent parts one by one, suspended in the void, and constantly spliced.

In the end, it turned into an unpretentious black tall stone slab, which stood in front of the eyes of the little bald head.

"What's going on? Could it be that this is the end?" the little bald head thought suspiciously.

But the next moment, the black slate finally moved, and I saw that there was a sleeping sleep on it.