Thousands of miles of floating slaughter, countless tired corpses.

Yang Jian's heart was inexplicably a little blocked, and the name that suddenly popped up also made him subconsciously clench his fist.

That envy seems to be the initiator of this place......

Is that the strongest one who will destroy this great world?

Along the way, these humanoid creatures seem to be similar to today's Terrans and Witches, their bodies are like dead wood, although they still look 'plump', but their flesh and blood have long since turned into iron and stone.

Why were these more than 100 tombs able to resist the aura of chaos? Yang Jian didn't know what to do, or maybe it was deliberately done by a strong enemy.

The wreckage of heaven and earth, the floating slaughter of thousands of miles...... These are shocking enough, what else awaits you?

"Second Master, there is a shifting formation here," the patriarch said in a low voice, "This is also the case in front, totaling thousands of miles, and there is an inscription left by the saint in the middle of the mountain. ”

Yang Jian nodded, sighed lightly, didn't say anything, and stepped into the shifting formation.

The light and shadow flowed, Yang Jian and the patriarch were already standing in a round hole that was not too big, the round hole with a diameter of 100 zhang was a semicircle, and the stone walls on all sides had dense lattices, and one figure after another sat cross-legged, also turning into a sculpture like iron and stone.

A stone stele stood in the center, and there was a dry bone in front of the stele, the dry bone was covered with gold, but it had lost half of its life.

Yang Jian stepped forward, first made a gesture to the dry bone, and then looked up at the inscription.

"What's written on it?"

"Second Master, the realm lord has not been able to crack it, but he has only determined that this skeleton is the remains of a saint, and he died of serious injuries. ”

Yang Jian nodded, squatting next to the dry bone, his eyes narrowed slightly, he saw the spider web-like cracks everywhere in this dry bone.

After the fall of the saints of the Taishi era, there were volcanic-like tombs of saints, and there were spiritual clouds to send true spirits, which has been seen in the tombs of Xuandu City.

This place is supposed to be in the great age after the beginning of the Ether.

The Taisu era, which is closest to the flood wilderness, was directly shattered, and there will be no such wreckage of heaven and earth;

"Where did you Realm Lord go?" Yang Jian asked.

The patriarch hurriedly said, "Realm Lord...... Previously, there were rumors in the Remnant Bone Realm that the Realm Lord may have been attacked and killed by the Great Elder, and before the Second Master got rid of the Great Elder, most of the Remnant Bone Realm had fallen into the hands of the Great Elder, and only the Third Elder insisted that it was the Great Elder who had plotted against the Realm Lord. ”

"Your Realm Lord wasn't killed by Kunpeng," Yang Jian said, "I asked about this when I tortured Kunpeng Yuanshen, and when he wanted to do it, he didn't know where your Realm Lord had gone. ”

"Second Master...... If the Realm Lord shows up and finds out that we have pledged allegiance to the Second Master, will it threaten the safety of the Second Master?"

Yang Jian smiled and didn't say anything.

"Go, don't let anyone come and disturb me, I'm here to see the inscription. ”

"Yes, those remnant fragments are displayed in the corners of the edges, and they were ordered by the Realm Lord to sort them out. ”

Sending this person away, Yang Jian stood in front of the stone stele, looking at the obscure font on it, trying to understand the mystery.

There is no Taoist rhyme left, and the overall is a little messy, it should not be a record of any exercises, but a memory.

This is not a great avenue pattern, and he doesn't understand the words of the Tai Chi realm, and it is really difficult to figure out what is written on this inscription.

However, if you can find Master Xuandu to come, eighty percent of you can solve the content of the inscription. Master Xuandu's sleepwalking magic skills, the upper can enter the Taishi, and the lower can enter the later generations, and he must have traveled through the Taiji era.

It's just that the Xuandu Shenlong saw the beginning and the end, and after throwing Xuandu City to him, he didn't know where he went, and Yang Jian had a little trouble finding him.

"That's it," Yang Jian shook his head, put the matter down for the time being, and didn't force it much.

For those strong enemies, Yang Jian felt that he had already learned a lot of information, and those guys had already appeared in the Flood Desolate Beihai, and the war would break out at any point.

After going around to the stone stele, Yang Jian was stunned again.

There is a simple relief behind the stele, the relief depicts a piece of heaven and earth, and there are heavy figures standing between heaven and earth, but above the heads of these figures, there are a pair of half-open eyes embedded in the darkness, looking at these figures below.

Yang Jian's brows furrowed, he felt a little uncomfortable when he saw these eyes, and he couldn't help but think of the memory of exploring the Netherworld Stream that Tianyan Daozi let him see, those eyes under the abyss......

Although the eyes portrayed here are different, Yang Jian always feels that there is some connection.

Naturally, this is just a gut feeling.

"Are you saying that the Tai Chi Realm has long been secretly watched by these enemies?"

Yang Jian frowned slightly, stared at his eyes for a while, and inexplicably had goosebumps, but he didn't see anything at all.

Fortunately, there are still some treasures left in the Tai Chi Realm here, and you may be able to find something.

glanced at the eaglet in the turtle belt, woke it up from its sleep, and told it not to fly around, just sense if there are any spiritual objects here, and Yang Jian walked towards the 'rubble' in the corner.

A total of dozens of fragments of different shapes were placed in the corner, and the little eagle did not move at all, standing on Yang Jian's shoulder and shrinking his neck, with a posture of little interest.

In other words, there is no spirituality in these fragments.

What can be learned?

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly, but he still sat down cross-legged patiently and carefully probed one by one.

The formations and prohibitions on these fragments are all a little different from those of the Flood Famine at this time, which seems to be due to the drastic changes in the Dao Rules, or it may be that there are some differences in the cultivation systems of the two eras.

Yang Jian quietly realized, but he spent several days and nights, and still didn't get half a chance.

"Alas......"

Yang Jian sighed, got up, and looked at the stone corpse sitting cross-legged on the stone wall in front of him, behind this corpse, there were layers of corpses arranged in this way.

Obviously, the body sitting cross-legged should have a much higher cultivation realm than those beings who died in pain on the periphery.

But there is one emotion that is 'shared' – despair.

Yang Jian walked in front of the dry bones of the saint, made a gesture, and said: "If there are spirits still alive in the seniors, please make some clear instructions to the juniors." The strong enemy has reappeared, and it is already in the flood of the North Sea. ”

There was no response, and Yang Jian waited for a long time without any response.

Shaking his head, Yang Jian turned around and left this place, he didn't step on the formation in front of him, but walked slowly towards the periphery along the path opened by the Bone Remnant Realm Realm Lord.

Yang Jian had heard Uncle Pink and cough before, and he had heard Huo Pi say that there were many people in the secret realm who were in retreat and practice;

On the stone wall of this place, there are still those bones sitting cross-legged, and there are some 'ghost drawings' imprinted all over these bones......

There is still a trace of rhyme in these talismans!

Yang Jian turned his head and looked at the semi-circular hole in the center, and probably understood something......

The most important place is only the inscription of the memorization, and the monks of the Tai Chi realm have preserved a small amount of the practice by carving talismans on top of themselves.

Yang Jian stood in front of a corpse where no one was meditating and studied it for a while, and then he was a little disappointed.

These talismans are not some profound cultivation methods...... Even compared to the Genshin Dao that prevailed in the flood at this time, there were many deficiencies and inadequacies.

Maybe it's because the Tao is different.

Shaking his head, Yang Jian was just about to turn around and leave, when a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly stopped.

Turning around, taking one step at a time, Yang Jian's figure disappeared leisurely, and when he reappeared, he had already returned to the semi-circular hole, standing in front of the stone tablet, staring at the dry bones.

"Offended. ”

Yang Jian made a gesture at the dry bones, and then a mysterious aura diffused out, completely surrounding the dry bones.

The dark golden bones had cobweb-like cracks everywhere, if they weren't trauma......

Soon, Yang Jian used Xuan Qi to probe the dry bones everywhere, raised his sword finger with his right hand, raised his left hand, and stood there quietly.

The sword fingers began to slide, and Yang Jian started with the cracks at the top of the dry skull, and slowly carved and spread out these cracks.

This is actually equivalent to wrapping some paper around the dry bones of the saint and rubbing the cracks on the bones.

The sword finger wandered away, and wrote a tadpole text with Xuan Qi.

Yang Jian's heart suddenly shook, and a golden text suddenly appeared on the spiritual platform, and this text Yang Jian was quite familiar with, and he had seen it many times before!

It is exactly the same as the pattern of the avenue on the boundary monument of the heart of the saint tomb of Xuandu City!

The Stripe of the Avenue!

Yang Jian was not in a hurry to comprehend the first Great Dao Pattern, his sword fingers kept sliding, and he wrote one tadpole after another in the space around him.

And there are more and more avenue patterns floating in the spiritual platform!

Each avenue pattern carried a lot of information, and Yang Jian rubbed all the cracks on the saint's dry bones in one go, and the avenue pattern that appeared in his heart reached three hundred.

"Why didn't these spirits find out? Or did the realm lord find out and deliberately didn't mention it?"

Yang Jian muttered, slightly strange.

But he didn't want to think about it, who would dare to be disrespectful to the bones of the saints, let alone to carefully print the cracks on the dry bones of the saints.

Xuan Qi made a meritorious contribution again, but Yang Jian was not too excited.

He went around to the stone stele, arranged a layer of Xuangang around him, formed a defensive formation, and then sat down cross-legged, his mind moving to the pattern of the three hundred avenues.

There was a bang, and Yang Jian only felt that his spiritual platform was shining with golden light, and the patterns of those avenues were constantly changing, and finally he turned into an old man, sitting in the corner of the spiritual platform, his eyes were silent and in a daze.

Again......

The spiritual platform is the most important thing for the monks, and there must be no problems, Yang Jian is also a little nervous, and his voice resounds everywhere on the spiritual platform.

"Senpai?"

The old man didn't speak, but Yang Jian's heart was filled with an old voice.

"I'm not a spirit, just an imprinted memory that can answer some questions...... Only answer the questions I know. ”

Yang Jian groaned a few times and asked, "The predecessor is a saint in the Taiji era?"

"This seat has already taken half a step into the supreme realm. ”

Isn't this the same realm as the Pangu Great God? They didn't answer anything about the Taiji era, but because their naming of their own era was a little different from the naming of the Honghuang in later generations?

"How many of the strongest are you facing?"

"Four people, two of them fought against me, I was invincible, they beat me to serious injuries, but they couldn't wipe out my Dao heart. Another man broke the heavens and the earth to pieces, and another buried alive all the creatures that refused to obey the command......"

Bury alive?