Chapter 165: Golden Pointed Monument

Bai Donglin, who was watching all this from behind, showed a hint of admiration in his eyes. This Shen Wuque was indeed a good seedling.

Naturally, he could not be concealed from the changes in Shen Wuque's mentality, and the movements in his sea of ​​​​consciousness were also visible in the eyes of his soul. In this situation, he could still remain sober and vigilant. He had talent and brains. Not to mention how much he could achieve in the future, at least it would be difficult for him to be killed by others.

Among this batch of new disciples, Shen Wuque's talent is one of the best. He is born with two peerless magical power origin laws, the law of yang in the left eye and the law of yin in the right eye. It is a great magical power called "Wanhua Yin and Yang".

Being able to inherit such a top-grade bloodline, Shen Wuque's origin is not simple. He is not like an ordinary mortal like him who has no inherited bloodline and can only rely on his own talent and hard work.

While Bai Donglin was thinking, the light shield barrier that opened the light gate changed again.

The light shield covering the huge altar began to dim and lose its power. All the characters were gathered into the word "Soldier", which shrank into a small mysterious character and was engraved into the palm of Shen Wuque.

The light shield was broken, and the blood-red altar that had been sealed for a long time and worshipped by countless skeletons finally welcomed its inheritor again.

Shen Wuque walked slowly toward the altar with a solemn expression. Bai Donglin followed closely behind him, scanning the rune patterns engraved on the altar. He was very curious about this low-dimensional world and this wiped out race, and he also wanted to know what kind of disaster they were facing.

All intelligent beings like to carve and draw. They write books and biographies when they are alive, and after they die and are buried in the ground, a tombstone should be erected in front of the grave to indicate that they once existed in this world. This is not only a way of recording inheritance, but also a way of leaving a mark of one's own existence.

Therefore, Bai Donglin did not care whether he could understand the characters and patterns on the blood-red altar or not. Under the cover of his divine consciousness, he imprinted all of them into his soul. An identical three-dimensional blood-red altar was recast in his soul.

Just because he can't understand these characters and patterns now doesn't mean he won't be able to in the future. This is also a kind of accumulation of knowledge, and maybe it will play a special role someday.

Bai Donglin looked around from behind. Shen Wuque, who was walking in front, became more and more solemn as he got closer to the top of the altar, as if he was on a pilgrimage. Golden light gradually emanated from his forehead and his entire body, and countless characters flowed in the golden light.

Shen Wuque, shining with golden light, looks like a god descending to the earth, walking step by step on the strange and mysterious blood-red altar. However, the picture is not abrupt, but rather extremely harmonious.

Here and now, the sacred and the unholy merge into one.

This blood-red altar was very large, and Shen Wuque walked very slowly, as if it was some kind of ritual. Bai Donglin followed behind with a calm gaze, not in a hurry. He had already waited for a hundred thousand years, so he didn't care about this little bit of time.

After a long time, the two finally climbed onto the flat top of the altar. The blood-red top was as smooth as a mirror. Unlike the characters and patterns engraved on all four sides of the altar, the ground here was so smooth that it could reflect a person's shadow.

The huge altar top is empty, with only a golden pointed-cornered stele standing in the center. The stele is not very tall, just three meters tall, neither more nor less.

Buzz! The golden pointed-corner monument made a strange humming sound, and then began to flash golden light. The entire blood-red altar began to tremble slightly. Countless golden rays shot out from the sharp corners of the golden pointed-corner monument and shot straight into the smooth top of the altar. The light entered the blood-red altar and began to reflect wildly inside. Lines of light and shadows were outlined by countless rays of light.

Bai Donglin and Shen Wuque stood on the top of the altar, looking down through the red mirror. As if from a God's perspective, they could see the entire scene. As countless scenes appeared, the sounds of fighting and war from an unknown place reached their ears.

"Roar! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Kill! Kill!"

The boundless battlefield extends from the endless continent to the depths of the universe, with surging soldiers and fierce fighting.

"Form a formation! In the name of the War Clan!"

"Cut! Cut! Cut!"

Countless black-armored soldiers looked crazy and roared, all of them were majestic and terrifying, with fanaticism in their eyes and their hands were making mysterious magic spells. Strands of golden light gushed out from the soldiers' chests, connecting many soldiers together. Tens of millions, hundreds of millions, trillions of black-armored soldiers were all connected by the golden light.

In the boundless battlefield where brutal fighting was taking place, a huge ball of light suddenly appeared, composed of countless golden rays of light.

Roar! The terrifying roar shattered the sky. Bang! As a huge arm stretched out from the golden light, the golden light shrank and disappeared. A huge body stood between heaven and earth, unknown how high it was, stepping on the continent. Three huge heads broke through the sky and were exposed in the void of the universe. This giant actually had three heads and six arms!

Six huge eyes opened, and six extremely thick golden light beams shot out instantly. Wherever they passed, whether it was stars, continents, or the sun, they all turned into nothingness. The light beams disappeared completely after reaching hundreds of light years away.

“Fuck!”

The three-headed, six-armed giant roared, and his six arms were clenched. A big knife formed by countless golden lights appeared out of thin air. The giant swung the knife, and the dazzling white light made Bai Donglin and the others squint their eyes.

After the white light dissipated, the two looked again at the cosmic void that the giant had cut, and a dark fracture appeared in the dazzling cosmic void!

The Milky Way was cut off! Bai Donglin understood what this meant. The endless sun stars in the void of the universe were cut off by the sword just now, and all of them were annihilated in the black fracture!

"Form a formation! In the name of the War Clan!"

A majestic voice spread throughout the endless battlefield, and golden light balls similar to the previous ones began to appear one after another on the battlefield, one, ten, a hundred...

Countless balls of light spread to the end of the sight.

Buzz! The golden pointed-corner monument made another buzzing sound, and countless rays of light began to shrink back into the monument. The image inside the blood-red altar below also disappeared at the same time.

The shock in Bai Donglin and Shen Wuque's eyes could not dissipate for a long time. What kind of race is this Zhan clan? It is so terrifying. Is that powerful battle formation a military battle formation? What is the relationship between the military and the Zhan clan? After watching these pictures, Bai Donglin's eyes were more confused, but this battle formation is indeed quite powerful. No wonder the Holy Sect is so fond of it. This is more than just a low-end battle situation!

This pointed monument should not contain a complete inheritance of military formations, at least it cannot be the "three-headed, six-armed giant" formation seen in the picture just now. There is no reason for such a heaven-defying thing to appear in the world so easily.

Shen Wuque's fate and destiny are not able to bear such a thing. Look at Shen Wuque, he looks like he is on a spring outing without losing a single hair. If he can obtain such a heaven-defying battle formation in this way, he would doubt whether there are some hidden dangers in this inheritance.

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At this time, Shen Wuque also came back to his senses, staring at the golden pointed-horn stele. A small character sprayed out from between his eyebrows and shot directly into the stele.

The golden pointed-horn monument shook, and a golden beam of light shot out, hitting Shen Wuque's forehead. Countless mysterious characters flowed in the beam of light, all pouring into Shen Wuque's sea of ​​​​consciousness.

The inheritance has begun already? This is too casual. Bai Donglin is more certain that this inheritance is not the battle formation he saw on the screen just now.

He advocates the ultimate combat power of an individual, and doesn't have much desire for battle formations. However, after watching the "wonderful advertisement" before the inheritance of the Golden Pointed Monument, he now wants to see it for himself.

As soon as the thought moved, Wuwei's soul suddenly burned fiercely. The pure soul origins, one black and one white, turned into two solid thin lines, which entwined and rotated with each other, and spurted out from between Bai Xiaoxiao's eyebrows.

The black and white lines were extremely fine and hard, and they hit the golden pointed-corner monument at an extremely fast speed. Clang! There was a deafening sound of metal clashing, and only Bai Donglin's soul could hear this sound.

He frowned slightly. This golden pointed-horn monument was extremely hard. You have to know that soul attacks have extremely strong penetrating power on matter, and some ordinary matter can even ignore them. This golden pointed-horn monument faced his soul attack just like it was facing a "physical" attack.

It's a bit counterintuitive, but it's reasonable that such a mysterious thing from long ago has such powerful properties.

Bai Donglin's eyes focused, and the burning speed of his soul increased again. The solid black and white soul threads began to emit a gray and hazy light.

Ding, ding, ding! In an instant, the two collided tens of thousands of times, but the pointed monument remained motionless. Not to mention breaking through, not even a trace was left. Bai Donglin kept moving, his soul continued to burn, he was determined to fight with this thing.

Anyway, he has immortality to restore his soul. He just needs to control himself and not burn himself to death. Otherwise, he will return to his body after resurrection. He can keep attacking until the end of time! Shen Wuque still stood with his eyes closed. The golden light column connected him to the pointed monument. The content of this inheritance seemed endless and took a long time.

Bai Donglin's eyes were still indifferent and calm, but his expression had become serious and stubborn. He really didn't believe it today.

Wuwei's soul took a step out from Bai Xiaoxiao's sea of ​​consciousness, came to sit cross-legged in front of the pointed-angle monument, and pinched the mysterious spell with his hands. The origin of his soul, as deep as the sea, surged out and submerged the entire pointed-angle monument in an instant.

Just as he was about to use his ultimate move, the golden pointed-corner monument suddenly changed. It trembled slightly, as if it sensed something. Another golden beam of light shot out and connected directly to the center of Wuwei's soul's eyebrows. Endless mysterious characters were immediately transmitted into his soul! Bai Donglin was slightly stunned. This pointed-corner monument didn't seem to be scared. As his mind turned, a look of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

So that's how it is. The reason why Shen Wuque was chosen was not just because of the broken paper, but because of his Yin-Yang magical power's origin law! One of the characteristics of the Wuwei soul he nurtured is the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram! Cutting off distracting thoughts, Bai Donglin began to immerse himself in the inheritance.

(End of this chapter)