Mind Cultivation Record

"Guihai! Give me your right hand!"

"What? You still want to suck my true essence? No way! My true essence..."

"Stop whining about me! Hurry up!"

"You want my help and you're so mean?"

Even so, under Zhu Yanji's roaring offensive, Gui Hai obediently struck his right hand with Xiao Mian's extended left hand, and then used the drum to activate his true energy.

At the same time, Gui Hai smiled evilly in his heart.

Gui Hai seemed to be a rough guy, but in fact there was something subtle in his roughness. From the moment Xiao Mian helped Zhu Yanji, he realized that Xiao Mian might have some kind of secret skill that could assimilate the true essence of different attributes for his own use. But Gui Hai Hai still planned to give Xiao Mian a showdown - how could Xiao Mian be able to withstand the strength of his high-level golden elixir's true energy?

After entering Xiao Mian's body, the powerful true energy that he was proud of did not even float in the water. It was like a mud cow entering the sea without any news.

As a result, Gui Hai, who had always been carefree, cast a surprised glance at Xiao Mian, and was secretly shocked: This kid is really not that easy to deal with!

With the addition of Gui Hai, the situation became better again, but the good times did not last long. Before Gui Hai could experience the pleasure of being a savior, his true energy was facing depletion.

It's just that Gui Hai always wanted to save face and refused to take the initiative to let go of Xiao Mian's hand.

Fortunately, Xiao Mian was sensitive to true elements. After letting go of Gui Hai's right hand, Xiao Mian nodded towards Tuoba Lan.

Tuoba Lan was stunned, but reluctantly walked up, like Guihai before, stretched out his right hand and pressed it against Xiao Mian's hand.

In his heart, Tuoba Lan was quite dissatisfied: I told you to stop being nosy!

Until the four of them were exhausted from the tossing, the golden sculpture finally underwent some unusual changes, which made the four of them worry about gains and losses.

If this golden sculpture had enough energy to recover and bite back, the four of them wouldn't even have the ability to protect themselves...

Fortunately, the golden sculpture only opened its eyes and made no other movements. This made the four of them breathe a sigh of relief, but they were also suspicious: Could it be that after draining the four people of their true energy, they could only Help this golden sculpture open its eyes?

The next moment, the golden sculpture's lips opened slightly and uttered a strange syllable that none of the four people understood.

Only Guitou's face changed drastically after hearing those syllables.

"This is - the word of God!"

"Divine language? God? Is it possible that there really is a 'god' in this world?"

After hearing Guitou's explanation, Guihai was the first to wake up.

God, that is the supreme existence in legend, but there is no way to prove its existence!

"The language of gods is not necessarily the language of 'gods'!" Regardless of how self-contradictory his own words were, Guitou listened carefully to the syllables uttered by the golden sculpture. After coming to an end, he continued: " Even in ancient times, gods only existed in myths and legends, but there is no trace of them. Most of the so-called divine languages ​​​​in later generations refer to ancient languages ​​with a long history!"

"That's it!" Xiao Mian nodded and asked the question that the other three wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask: "What does this golden sculpture say?"

"……,have no idea!"

"I don't know? I didn't know you listened so carefully?"

"Aren't I trying to find out? But you kid, you have to know: In ancient times, there were not only humans and monsters in the world, but the phantom people who built this phantom temple were just a very small group. At that time, there were thousands of different species in this world, and there were countless ancient languages. How could I know which language it spoke? The Huan Min clan was just a flash in the pan, and I didn’t understand the Huan Min language!”

Plausibly, Guitou glared at Xiao Mian.

But at this moment, the golden sculpture spoke again, but this time the syllables coming out of its mouth obviously changed in a different style, but it seemed even weirder.

At intervals thereafter, the golden sculpture uttered a distinct string of syllables, apparently sending the same meaning in the different languages ​​it commanded.

In the meantime, Xiao Mian and the others stared closely at Guitou. Although Guitou was a bit unreliable, under the current circumstances, Guitou was probably the only one who could understand the divine language.

Suddenly, Guitou's eyes lit up.

"It's from me! I finally have something that I can understand..." At that moment, Guitou almost burst into tears. Unfortunately, even if he gathered his spiritual consciousness, he was still just a remnant soul. Where did the tears come from? Flowable. Naturally, everyone did not care about these details, and listened to the ghost head saying intermittently: "This golden sculpture said that this is a refuge in the Fantasy City. Intruders attacked the Fantasy City, and the owner of the refuge activated the refuge. This is how I survived, but I was also isolated from the world..."

Following Guitou's narration, the four of them finally understood the whole story.

The phantom people are born with powerful souls. Those who have cultivated to the extreme can even use the powerful power of the soul to condense physical objects and interfere with matter through the spirit.

This heaven-defying ability is used by the phantom people to live and work in peace and contentment. They develop a hallucinogen that can transform the phantom people's soul into an phantom. After the phantom people fall into a deep sleep, the phantom will enter a huge virtual illusion. According to the fantasy people's idea of ​​living freely, the entire fantasy city is actually a huge shelter where the bodies of the fantasy people are stored.

But when the news spread that phantoms could enhance the spirituality of objects, the catastrophe of the phantom people and phantom city was quietly doomed...

After a not brutal battle, almost all the sleeping phantoms were captured by the foreign invaders, and their respective phantoms became each other's trophies.

Only this shelter has been preserved.

After that, the fantasy city collapsed, the temple was ruined, the yellow sand buried it, and it was removed from Qingshi...

Until today, a piece of history that was almost buried has resurfaced.

After listening to Guitou's narration, the four of them fell silent in unison, not only because of the tragic experience of the Huan people clan, but also because of the ruthless heaven that could bury everything.

Even though humans are now the overlords of this world, what will happen a hundred thousand years from now? What about a million years from now?

If even this world collapsed, would humans still exist?

The moment of grief caused all four people to lose their voices.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Little guys, it's not good to be so lifeless! You should be like the morning sun, full of vitality! Look at my old man, a model of a disabled person with a strong mind..." At this point, Xiao Mian saw Xiao Mian Full of impatience, Guitou had to get back to the point: "Okay! Okay! This golden sculpture is called - Golden War Spirit!"

"Golden War Spirit?"

"It should be a kind of guarding puppet in the fantasy city..."

Although Guitou's words were vague, Xiao Mian and others all realized that if all the fantasy people in the fantasy city fell into a deep sleep, someone must come to guard the fantasy city.

Obviously, the so-called golden war spirit is the guard who protects the fantasy city!

"Tsk tsk! It's amazing! After tens of thousands of years, it can still retain enough spirituality, but it's a pity that the quality of this thing has dropped drastically... The legendary Fantasy City War Spirit is a famous battle puppet. Among them, the Golden War Spirit is the most powerful. It is said that the Golden War Spirit in its heyday can rival a monk in the Fusion Realm!" Guitou's words completely shocked Xiao Mian and others, but soon, Guitou continued: "But this Things are now only equivalent to the Nascent Soul realm!”

"Only equivalent to the Nascent Soul realm? That's all!?"

For a moment, everyone including Xiao Mian was completely shocked by Guitou's understatement. The integration period was too far away for them, but even if the strength of the Golden War Spirit was only equivalent to that of the Nascent Soul cultivator, that would be it. Awesome!

The Nascent Soul cultivator is already the pinnacle of combat power in this world.

"What a fuss! This era is really degenerate..."

Just when Guitou was pretending to be serious, two spiritual lights suddenly appeared in the eyes of the golden war spirit, and then there was a flash of golden light, and the golden war spirit had disappeared.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, but Guitou was the first to notice something strange.

The secret room here was like a maze, much larger than the previous one, with many forked roads along the way. Under the guidance of Guitou, everyone walked around and came to a wall.

Shockingly, there is another wall of sighs!

But there is no shadow of the golden war spirit. Is it possible that he will disappear again?

However, judging from the current situation, it is obvious that the golden war spirit has the magical power to pass through the wall of sighs. After all, there are too many walls of sighs built in this refuge. If the golden war spirit can ignore the sighs Wall of Sighs, that makes sense. Obviously, the Wall of Sighs is used in conjunction with the Golden War Spirit.

But at this time, Xiao Mian didn't dare to break through this wall of sighs easily!

Who knows, what will be behind the wall?