Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Puluo is not very far away from the Nazca geoglyphs, and it didn't take long for everyone to get here.

Walking on the ground, you can't actually see much. The entire Nazca giant painting occupies nearly an entire wasteland area.

Above the endless plain is endless unknown grass. Available in black, gold, and brown.

Line after line wraps around to the sky, with no end in sight.

"It seems like there's nothing else besides the strange scenery?"

Looking at this piece of plain, these grass blades are only knee-high. There is no energy fluctuation, which is not surprising, but it is this kind of grass that covers a large piece of plain.

"Go in and take a look." Bai Mo glanced around and did not see the descendants of Li Fan Kuanggong who appeared in the original work.

Everything in Peru in the original book is shown through Mo Fan's perspective. What Nazca is like and what's going on in it cannot be fully known.

In the original work, several members of the national government entered it and explored it, but found nothing.

Bai Mo thought that maybe they didn't know enough about this place, and they couldn't even see the entire Nazca while walking on the ground, so how could they find clues.

"I'll go up and have a look."

"Go up?"

When everyone was a little confused, they saw a pair of pale white wind wings suddenly spread out from behind Bai Mo, and he rushed towards the sky.

"Yes, of course the giant painting cannot be seen clearly on the ground!" Zhao Manyan slapped his forehead, spread his golden wings behind him, and shouted, "Wait, I will go up with you."

The whistling wind increased from slow to strong, and he couldn't breathe for several seconds. Bai Mo had already rushed up to a thousand meters in the sky, and his eyes were instantly attracted by a hurricane in the east that connected the sky and the ground.

The hurricane is so huge that it can still be seen even from a distance of thousands of meters. It is surrounded by Gobi mountain gorges. However, the gorges surrounding it are nothing more than a small ridge compared to the hurricane.

"What is that?" Zhao Manyan's voice came from behind.

"I don't know, maybe it's also a place to hide treasures."

Bai Mo really didn't know what the huge storm restriction circle was called.

Looking down, the whole world is wide, and the shadow of the flowing air can be captured from a distance of a thousand meters.

In this Nazca wilderness, various patterns covering an area of ​​nearly 50 kilometers appeared on the ground.

These patterns include birds, beasts, insects, fish, as well as mountains, rivers, birds and beasts, and the place where everyone in the National Team is located is just the location of a strange crow-like bird at the edge of the corner.

Bai Mo looked carefully and found that the eyes of these floor paintings had a luster like gems. They still had a bright luster under the sunlight that had not changed for thousands of years.

Crows, apes, lizards, and wild dogs. There are more than thirty paintings scattered across the entire wilderness, but no symbolic creatures are seen. So how did these symbolic creatures come about?

"Go on, there are so many animals and it's so big, how on earth did this get done!"

Bai Mo did not answer Zhao Manyan's words, but carefully looked at the images in these giant paintings one by one, trying to find those similar to the summoning plane.

Unfortunately, he did not find these creatures. After thousands of years of evolution, perhaps they are no longer there.

"Bai Mo, do you feel that the paintings below are looking at us?" Zhao Manyan suddenly said, his words a little stiff.

Bai Mo was startled when he heard the words. He scanned the paintings below, paying special attention to the direction, but found that what Zhao Manyan said seemed to be true, but it was not.

He glanced behind him. The only unusual thing was the storm restriction on the horizon.

Perhaps what they are looking at is not them, but the storm in the eastern sky, or the eye of time and space above the storm.

Are these summoning works left behind by the ancient Indian civilization staring at the eye of time and space? Could it be that they were really created by ancient Indians using the Eye of Time and Space! ?

Bai Mo didn't know, he took out Gui Yanjian and rushed directly to the painting of the crow below, hoping that Gui Yanjian would react this time.

Entering the ground painting, he landed directly on his eyes. He glanced at the middle-aged absentee man who was hiding in the grass in the dark and waved his hand.

"Come here again! I'll kill you!"

To scare him, a silver space channel opened and sent the man directly outside the ground painting.

After looking at the gem, it actually didn't matter whether he stopped the descendant of Li Fan or not. The main reason was that Bai Mo didn't want to bother. He still needed time to try to decipher the secrets of the earth paintings. How could he have the energy to fight a group of symbolic creatures.

As for saving Peru from a disaster and indirectly saving the poor miners in the country's mines, this is just a matter of course.

"Bai Mo, what are you doing here?" Zhao Manyan chased after him and asked with some confusion.

"Try the curse of the Nazca geoglyphs."

"Curse? There's still a curse here!" Zhao Manyan was startled, and the wings behind his back couldn't flap steadily, and he immediately fell down.

"This is a local rumor, saying that if Nazca's things are moved, they must be put back in their original places, otherwise they will be endlessly hunted by Nazca!"

Bai Mo nodded, raised his hand and took down the magnificent gems placed on the dense grass platform at his eyes.

"Let's go, Bai Mo, do we want to have such an exciting time!" Zhao Manyan's face turned pale with fright.

"Don't be afraid. I'll check it and put it back. I don't want it."

Gazing at the magnificent gem in his hand, it looked like it was priceless at first glance. He didn't immediately notice any abnormal fluctuations or energy, and Bai Mo examined it thoughtfully.

Old Man Bao knows a little about the ancient Indian Nazca murals and the secrets of the Liquid of Time. He is an old priest of the Holy Inquisition Tribunal.

Therefore, Bai Mo didn't believe that others hadn't checked the things here.

Peru is a small country in South America. They may have forgotten the country's history and secrets, but there are many secrets in the world. In the eyes of truly powerful beings, none of them are secrets.

The symbolic creature of Nazca is revered by the locals like a god. They may not dare to set foot here, but Bai Mo never believes that the guys from the Holy Inquisition also have scruples about this place.

What he has done now may have been tested by others, but Bai Mo wanted to see it for himself.

He transferred each of his magic powers into the gem one by one, while Zhao Manyan was still trembling in fear, fearing that the terrifying Nazca curse from Bai Mo's mouth would befall him in the next second.

Bai Mo took out Gui Yanjian, looked at the bird's eye gem that had no response to any of his magic powers, raised his hand and pressed it on Gui Yanjian.

"Take a photo, take a photo of me quickly, why don't you do it quickly!"

"Yeah yeah!!!"

A dense crow sounded, but it was not the gem that became a spirit.

Bai Mo looked around and saw that the originally black grass on the ground suddenly lit up for a burst of moonlight. Then he saw a few grasses suddenly turned into pieces of feathers, followed by strange black crow-like birds. Just appeared out of thin air.

I saw these strange black birds fluttering their wings, and their surroundings immediately turned into a hazy gray-black mist. Maybe it can't be said to be fog, it's more like the vague shadows of strange birds.