Two or three things in the copy

Of course, it is just curiosity at the moment. This change may be helpful to Wu Mingkong's research on the method of continuous luck, but it is not of much benefit to the method of alternate luck, so Wu Mingkong can only temporarily suppress this curiosity, and wait for him After thoroughly researching the method of changing luck at hand, let's slowly study the reason for this change in nature.

"Master Yijun, we have arrived." Zhu Chong's voice interrupted Wu Mingkong's thoughts, and he had already arrived at the Luojiao site before he knew it.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 166

The ground was overgrown with weeds, and occasionally a few pieces of wreckage could be seen, but Wu Mingkong had no interest in this.

"It seems that it has been abandoned for a long time."

Yin Zhengliang looked around and couldn't help sighing. From the ruins, it can be seen that this Luojiao was originally a prosperous sect.

"It's been nearly a hundred years since anyone came here." Zhu Zhong explained.

After all, when the Luo Sect collapsed and analyzed, basically all the details were inherited by the White Lotus Sect who stood up from the body of the Luo Sect. Loose people from the rivers and lakes come here to collect their scrapes, and there is no more oil and water here.

"This Luojiao is so prosperous, why did it fail, Lao Zhu, do you know the reason?" Yin Zhengliang was curious.

Zhu Chong shook his head: "I don't know. According to the records in the classics of the White Lotus Sect, the words are vague and vague, as if they were deliberately avoided. According to the information I have obtained from the rivers and lakes in the past few years, it seems that this Luo Sect has disappeared overnight. self-defeating."

This statement surprised Yin Zhengliang, he thought that Luo Jiao might have been besieged and killed by Jianghu sects, but he didn't expect that it would be self-defeated.

"Is there civil unrest?"

"No, after the Luo Sect collapsed and analyzed, the newly born White Lotus Sect did not show any signs of civil strife. Among the various classics on the rivers and lakes, the Luo Sect recorded did not die in civil strife, basically all of them died of civil strife. The words are unclear."

What Zhu Zhong said made Wu Mingkong feel a little interested, as if it was an unsolved mystery.

"As time goes on, Luojiao has been gone for nearly a hundred years, and most people who know what happened back then are probably all dead. There is no way to find out what happened."

"So you suspect that there is something hidden in the Luojiao ruins?" Wu Mingkong interjected and asked.

Zhu nodded emphatically: "That's right, not only that, there may be hidden secrets above the level of masters in the Luojiao ruins."

Above the Grandmaster Realm?

Wu Mingkong didn't have much in-depth understanding of martial arts, and he didn't deduce it after the celestial phenomenon. After all, from the current point of view, the potential of this big fight seems to be like this.

The master realm is already in the sky, but Zhu Zhong said that there is still a follow-up to this powerful martial arts?

Wu Mingkong immediately denied this idea, for no other reason than the concentration of heaven and earth vitality alone could not support the breakthrough after the master realm.

"This world does not allow martial artists above the Grandmaster level to appear, this is a limitation of the world." Wu Mingkong said in a spirited voice.

However, Zhu Chong did not retort: ​​"That's right, there are no warriors above the Grandmaster Realm at all, but in the classics of the White Lotus Sect, it is recorded that the realm above the Grandmaster Realm, the Xiantian Realm."

Wait, there seems to be some flaws in this division of realms. Aren’t other people’s martial arts realms all innate and then masters? yes.

Wu Mingkong felt that this did not conform to the normal plot at all, and couldn't help complaining in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

"What's next?" Just as Wu Mingkong finished complaining in his heart, Zhu Zhong stopped talking.

"No, that's all in the classics."

"No, there is only a name recorded in your classics? There is nothing to introduce the power of this so-called innate realm?" Wu Mingkong still couldn't help asking.

"No, this is the most complete one. It is the first time the word Xiantian Realm is mentioned. I suspect that all the classics above the Xiantian Realm have been erased."

Wu Mingkong was silent for a while, because he thought about Zhu Chong's words and realized that this matter is not realistic, especially the matter that the classics above the innate realm are erased, it is very difficult to do this kind of thing, there is no such thing as A sect or an aristocratic family would do it. This kind of thing is like digging their own grave. No one would do this kind of thing.

This is possible only if there is a person of the first emperor's level who can subdue all sects and aristocratic families, but with such a person, the world would have been unified long ago, so there is no need for such troublesome things.

"What do you think about so much, just go in and have a look." Yin Zhengliang didn't think too much, and said directly.

Wu Mingkong also smiled, this is right, what exists will always exist, and thinking too much about what does not exist is just a brain supplement.

"Come on, go in and have a look."

Ruthless blasted away the wreckage blocking the gate, and the thick dust scattered in all directions.

Wu Mingkong waved his hand, and a gust of wind blew past, blowing away the dust directly.

The entrance of the cave was pitch black, and there was no light at all. Of course, this was for Yin Zhengliang, who had no martial arts skills.

No matter in the eyes of Wu Mingkong or Zhu Chong, this darkness is actually not a big deal.

From a distance, Wu Mingkong could smell the rotten smell wafting from the entrance of the cave. After a long time, coupled with the lack of air circulation, this situation will inevitably happen.

"I'll go in later. It's okay for us to go in now. I'm afraid Zhengliang won't be able to escape death if he goes in. The three of you, Wuqing, Chasing, and Iron Hands, go in and see the situation." Wu Mingkong found that the cave hadn't been ventilated for a long time. It flows, and some highly toxic substances are born in it for some reason, and the reason is not known.

So he planned to let Wuqing, Zhuiming, and Iron Hand three tool men go in to see the situation first.

Wu Mingkong didn't value Yin Zhengliang very much either, but Wu Mingkong was currently experimenting with the method of changing his luck on him, and it was hard to let him leave. If he died, where would he go to find another experimental product in the wilderness.

What's more, the new experimental product may not be as easy to use as the current one.

"I'll go in with the three of them to have a look, so I can take care of them." Zhu Zhong volunteered to go in.

Wu Mingkong didn't stop him either: "Okay, then go in, Zhengliang and I will go in in half an hour."

Anyway, Wu Mingkong won't go in now, the method of substitute luck has become more and more perfect in experiment after experiment, and it will be successful in about half an hour.

Now is the critical moment, how could Wu Mingkong leave, isn't this nonsense.

Zhu Chong didn't say anything, just nodded, and entered the cave with Wuqing and the other three.

"It's really weird. The White Lotus Sect's liking for living in caves seems to be inherited from Luo Jiao. No normal person lives in a cave, and they still live in this deep mountain and old forest. It's not convenient to go out and buy things." Wu Mingkong felt that this The group of people are pure sand sculptures. If you don't have a good life, what kind of hard life will you live? Is it possible to stay in this mountain and grow your strength and speed up your cultivation?

At present, Wu Mingkong just can't understand the brain circuit of this group of people.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 167

Seeing that the luck in Yin Zhengliang's body was dissolving little by little, Wu Mingkong felt that Yin Zhengliang in front of him seemed to have become a doctor, and an aura that belonged exclusively to the doctor was gradually covering his original aura.

As for these, Yin Zhengliang knew nothing about it, and under the guidance of Wu Mingkong, this aura replaced Yin Zhengliang along with luck.

And Wu Mingkong had the aura of Yin Zhengliang.

"One day and night is enough."

Wu Mingkong's method of replacing luck is considered a success. The increase in time is only one aspect, and on the other hand, it is more subtle and the replacement is more thorough.

"That's enough to hide it." Wu Mingkong was full of confidence, and the next method of connecting luck was the key.

After marrying luck, seizing luck, and replacing luck, it is the key continuous luck. As long as someone has gone through the first three steps, Wu Mingkong will connect the luck together, and continuously absorb the other party's luck. The luck of replacing the other party on the body has a source, and it is not rootless duckweed.

Using this method, Wu Mingkong will eat the good, and the other party will bear the bad. At that time, Wu Mingkong will use this layer of skin on his body and the world affinity of the yin and yang body to unscrupulously start to devour, and the luck on his body will be consumed. When the light is gone, replace it with another person.

After all, it is not his own luck that is consumed, but the luck of the person being transported.

Of course, this method can only be used in the dungeon world. In reality, only the first three are fine. After all, the real world wants to put him to death. Wu Mingkong needs a scapegoat, not a consumable, although two In Wu Mingkong's eyes, the words are not much different.

"Perhaps, the method of luck can be changed a little bit in reality, why can't I be the protagonist."

After Wu Mingkong completed the method of replacing luck, he became more and more courageous.

Well, Zhuge Yi can be the protagonist, so why can't he be? When the time comes, Zhuge Yi will be tricked into himself, and he will accept it again, maybe it will be.

Of course, this plan is still to be determined. After all, this foundation needs to be researched on the method of continuous transportation in the last step before it can be continued.

"Let's go, let's go in." Wu Mingkong said to Yin Zhengliang who had been bored for a long time after sorting out the means of luck in his hand.

Yin Zhengliang's eyes lit up, and Wu Mingkong knew that this guy was not a law-abiding master.

He took it up in the air and threw it directly on Heizi's body.

Heizi rushed straight into the cave.

At first it was a cave, but as you walked back, it became more and more spacious and looked like a corridor. Only then did Wu Mingkong realize that this was another hollowed out mountain.

The corridors near the outside are relatively rough, but the more you go in, the more exquisite they become.

Wu Mingkong took a brief look at Heizi's body, most of them were some patterns, and some words that looked like prayers, but they didn't seem to be the words in Daqian, but some Cuneiform, the meaning is somewhat unclear.

From a macro perspective, this corridor looks like a snake, a giant snake covered with scales.

The more exquisite the patterns are at the back of the corridor, the stronger the taste of hysterical madness.

Even Wu Mingkong can eat this kind of madness in the air with his Guixu eyes, but this kind of madness is very illusory, it tastes like it has been diluted countless times, and it has no taste at all.

Normal people tend to go crazy or even have hallucinations after staying in this environment for a long time, but Wu Mingkong doesn't care, his return to the ruins can feed on these things, not to mention that Wu Mingkong's spirit is not normal in the first place. It wasn’t that the darkness, distortion, and chaos in his heart were refined into the double pupils of returning to the ruins. Wu Mingkong couldn’t bear the madness long ago. How could it stay until now? For Wu Mingkong, the illusory madness left over is even a piece of cake. no.

It's also fortunate that Yin Zhengliang, an ordinary person, can't see it, otherwise there might be such a slight mental problem.

As for Zhu Zhong and Wuqing who opened the way ahead, Wu Mingkong didn't care that these illusory madness would affect them at all.

Heizi ran all the way along the scent left by them, and soon caught up.

They were all staying at the end of the corridor at this time, and at the end was a brightly lit altar, which looked quite majestic.

Especially against the backdrop of a crowd of bones, it is particularly spectacular.

The altar itself was a high platform, but Zhu Zhong and the others stopped there and did not go to the high platform.

"Did you find anything?" Wu Mingkong asked curiously. In fact, what he wanted to ask was why the lights were brightly lit here. It had been abandoned for nearly a hundred years. How did you do it? Wu Mingkong didn't. See them come in with anything flammable.

"Some of them, I have roughly understood why the Luo religion recorded in the classics is self-defeating, and they all committed suicide."

Hearing this, Wu Mingkong frowned, and glanced at the bones lying on the ground. From those subtle traces, Wu Mingkong also judged...

Judging by a ghost, every bone is stabbed into his forehead with a dagger in both hands. This situation is suicide, okay? You roughly understand the ghost.

Wu Mingkong really couldn't complain, and this situation is obviously a large-scale live sacrifice scene, okay? If there weren't some fish-headed people or creatures with faces like dogs and feet like hooves in these corpses, Wu Mingkong might call out directly: "Cthulhu, Fortan."

Of course, it may also be called Yogurt Bubbles.

"From...silver...world..time...ring...snake, watch me...please..."

Zhu Chong was reading a manuscript he had picked up from who knows where, and Wu Mingkong had a black thread on his head when he heard the intermittent prayers.

"I said, Lao Zhu, can you stop bumping and bumping when you read, and read more smoothly, okay?"

Regarding this, Zhu Chong was also very helpless, not because he didn't want to read all of them, but because he really didn't understand the words in them.

"I don't know the words I skipped."

Wu Mingkong was also moved by Zhu Zhong's uprightness, the kind that almost made a move, if you don't know how to do it, it's fine, what kind of thing is half-learned.

"In the future, I don't know each other at all." Zhu Zhong handed the manuscript to Wu Mingkong.

Wu Mingkong took it over and glanced at it. It was similar to the cuneiform characters in the corridor outside. Wu Mingkong couldn't understand a single word.

Then he threw the manuscript to Yin Zhengliang.

"Here, I'll send you to study hard."

Yin Zhengliang was a little speechless and took over the manuscript that had gone through two hands, but he didn't dislike it, and put it in his pocket happily. Books are good things. Martial arts training is different, those of them who come from majors are very fond of books.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 168

After Wu Mingkong scanned it, he didn't find anything strange. The whole altar was made of ordinary stones. The only difference was that the whole altar presented a strange aesthetic feeling.

This kind of beauty is manifested in the senses as if watching a piece of pure white scales, which makes people feel a wonderful sense of difference.

"Can you know what exactly the Luo Sect was offering sacrifices to before its fall?" Wu Mingkong had a weird feeling about this aesthetic feeling. The first feeling was very friendly, and the second feeling was very strange.

"There is no record, but according to the prayer, it may be a snake." Zhu Chong also had a feeling of absurdity.

This Luo religion actually offers sacrifices?

Wu Mingkong was a little speechless. Of course he knew it was a snake. It was not that he didn't hear the prayer, and the prayer revealed from it was very high-level, such as the world, time, etc., but Wu Mingkong still couldn't understand it.

"I don't know if this sacrificial ceremony was successful or not. It's really weird. It's obvious that martial arts are prosperous, but they actually made a set of cult sacrificial rituals for me."

Wu Mingkong jumped down from Heizi, and searched among the piles of bones on foot, trying to find something among them.

Suddenly Wu Mingkong turned his head abruptly: "Where did you learn these words?"

At this time, Wu Mingkong remembered that this Zhu Zhong could understand some of the characters. You know, this kind of characters are not even recorded in the Dagan Lantai Pavilion. There is inevitably some bragging in it, but it is not that there are no clues of this kind of writing.

For a moment Zhu Chong didn't know how to answer, in fact he couldn't see it either, but the Empress Liansheng in his heart could understand part of it.