"Sixth Brother, Fourth Brother! I finally found what I promised you! But...but."
Brother Chongzi burst into tears, fell into a corner, covered his broken arm, and curled up there, looking so sad!
"Only treasures? Could it be that the method of eternal life is actually in the palace above our heads! There are many books frozen there. I regret not being able to take out those books and have a look."
Jiang Hai walked through the entire hall, but did not find any books, or elixirs, etc. There were only countless treasures of all kinds placed there, but this did not make Jiang Hai interested.
Taoist Zi Jin kicked the various gold and silver utensils under his feet, his brows tightly furrowed!
"All we have seen along the way is scrap metal. We didn't expect that all the treasures are stored here! How much can we transport out with just a few of us? What's the use of this stuff!"
He curled his lips and glanced at other places in the palace.
Zhang Fan also walked slowly among the treasures. These gold and silver utensils, various gemstones and jade beads could be seen everywhere! They were everywhere.
But this was not enough to make him feel excited. His eyes stopped at a wall! He walked a little closer and saw a scroll hanging on the wall.
The scroll is about four meters long and three meters wide, and is divided into two parts. The upper part is a map overlooking the entire ancient city, while the lower part is filled with densely packed, strange pattern symbols!
It looks like a family crest, or like the trace left by a seal!
“Could it be that this is the mark of the families, civilizations, and humans that once lived in this ancient city?”
He touched the strange symbols, but there was no sign that he was familiar with!
However, when his eyes rested on the center of the entire city map, he found something wrong!
The picture in front of me seemed to have a very deep artistic conception. The whole city was built in the deepest darkness, but if you look at it from another angle, the edge of the city seemed to be surrounded by something.
The city gradually climbs towards the center, and when it reaches the highest point, it presents an elliptical convex arc.
This is like a city on the back of a turtle.
Zhang Fan's mind moved and some surprise appeared on his face.
"Master, have you discovered anything?" Taoist Zi Jin walked to his right side, his eyes also stopped on the scroll of the city.
"Daotu."
Taoist Zi Jin raised his eyebrows. The scroll in front of him seemed to only record some city members and plans, but it turned out to be a Taoist map?
Even though Taoist Zi Jin was a cultivator at the celestial immortal realm, he showed some surprise.
No one knows when the Dao Diagram originated, but the function of the Dao Diagram is not to record information, but to convey the knowledge in the minds of predecessors that cannot be spoken or taught. It is like the bamboo slips of immortal cultivators, with incredible power.
The first is that it can allow the holder, through daily visualization, to strengthen the body and gain insight into secrets and rules.
Although this Dao map is precious, it is not uncommon. Many ancient people with mythological backgrounds have drawn similar things. For example, the portrait of the old man Zhang Fan found in the ruins of Tianmen has some inheritance meaning of Dao maps.
However, it requires someone with a destiny to interpret it.
Therefore, there are many Taoist diagrams left in the world, but very few people can interpret them.
"Master, this picture seems to record the breath of the four snakes. My Qilin Fang is getting hot again." Zijin Taoist frowned, and a sense of vigilance appeared on his face. Especially Zijin Taoist's weapon, it was trembling slightly, as if facing a great enemy.
Zhang Fan frowned slightly. Taoist Zi Jin might not be wrong. Perhaps this picture might not necessarily praise the builders of this city.
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan pointed to the corner of the scroll, and the evil spirit of the little guy sleeping on his shoulder was slightly mobilized by him. In an instant, a slender and vast giant snake figure appeared in Zhang Fan's sea of consciousness.
The giant snake Xiaoyao flew to this mountain from the outside world. Seeing the wilderness everywhere, it let out a long sigh and turned into a dragon vein, sleeping in the deepest part of the earth.
At every moment, the giant snake would exhale a breath that carried the aura of immortality, and the plant elves on the ground would benefit greatly and begin to thrive.
until.
The scene ends here, and the Taoist Zi Jin standing aside is already covered in cold sweat.
"Master, what exactly is that thing? Why does it have such a majestic aura? Is it a monster or a god?"
He was extremely frightened, because Taoist Zijin felt that if the giant snake wanted to attack, it would not have any resistance and would be killed in an instant.
Zhang Fan exhaled slowly and said with a smile: "It is not a monster, but a prehistoric creature named Bashe. I thought it had been killed, but I didn't expect it to come to this world. It settled down somewhere and looked for its own rebirth."
"Basher? That's..."
Taoist Zi Jin was slightly surprised. Such a huge terror was right in the depths of the city right under their feet, yet Zhang Fan could still laugh.
"It doesn't like fighting, and its strength is decent, but it contains many laws of chaos in its body. From this point of view, we can understand why there are so many weird things in Wanku Mountain. The python released these laws, which were obtained by outsiders and then integrated into the entire Wanku Mountain."
Zhang Fan turned around, fixed his eyes on the Purple Gold Taoist, and said softly: "This thing should be a natural enemy to you, but it is indeed a spell that people want. Record it on this picture, put it away, and go back to contemplate it carefully. You will gain something."
Taoist Zi Jin blinked. He felt cold all over just by looking at this thing, but Zhang Fan asked him to meditate on it day and night.
It seems that it will either get what it wants from this picture or be driven into a madman.
As the saying goes, to survive from death, this Wanku Mountain is still very strange.
Taoist Zi Jin quickly put away the Ba Snake Dao map according to Zhang Fan's instructions.
Turning around, Grandpa Jiang Hai was still searching everywhere, and Nangong Manyun was sitting under a pillar, taking pictures of various rare treasures.
There was another figure standing among a pile of gold and silver utensils, with an indelible sadness on his face. Brother Chongzi held the pistol tightly in his left hand, raised it several times, and then put it down with difficulty.
In front of Brother Chongzi, there was a photo, and his good brothers were among them.
But now, he is the only one left to survive. Although insects are greedy, they are not completely heartless.
Zhang Fan walked up to him and scanned the photos. These people were all good friends of Chongzi. He could see Chongzi smiling brightly in the photos.
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