My cultivation script went astray

In the afterimage, there is a forest.

The camera locked onto a person, shaking and blurry. He held a sword, cut through the bushes, and walked forward.

Seeing this scene, everyone was a little confused. Is this the true skeleton of the wretched fire? How could it be like this? It looks like a deserted forest.

However, everyone was very quiet and watched patiently.

After a while, the camera suddenly stopped shaking, and the man stepped onto a stone road. The ground was covered with moss, cracked, and there were faint patterns.

After walking for a while, the camera suddenly stopped moving, and shone on a group of stone patterns on the ground, staying here.

"I say, your ancient immortal skeleton, isn't it just a residual image of the ancient immortal era?" The bald man in the Vajra Hall laughed, "That's a big loss."

"It shouldn't be a residual image of the ancient immortal." Zhou Yuanxing judged, "The residual image of that era would not be so clear."

The female cultivator of Wuzhongmen had a gloomy face. She risked a heavy injury. If she got this thing, she would be laughed at if she went back.

But then, the picture suddenly changed.

The picture did not stop, but the owner of the photo stone stopped. When he raised the "camera", the disciples of the various sects knew why he was so stagnant for so long.

A huge palace appeared in the valley ahead.

The fog swayed to the left and right, revealing a corner of the ancient palace outline. A stone door a hundred feet high was embedded in the cliff, and above it were two huge night-shining pearls, symmetrical on the left and right.

They were exaggeratedly large, even larger than the stone mill that Chen Lang had robbed. The night-shining pearls seemed to sense the existence of the owner of the photo stone and emitted bright light.

Then, the entire huge stone door also lit up, and bright lines emerged, all of which were various reliefs. The carvings looked like a hedgehog, with four legs, armor on the chest, spikes on the back, eyes like copper bells, and a mouth like a black abyss.

Chen Lang took a look and thought, damn, it looks a bit like Godzilla.

From the spirit body displayed by the female cultivator of Wuzhongmen, he could probably guess that this was "obscene fire".

Then, the picture shook violently again, rumbling.

The owner in the picture turned around and ran back, but he fell down after a few steps. A rock about 70 to 80 meters in size hit him in front of him and he fell down.

The picture turned back and the picture was at the end.

But this is also the most unforgettable scene:

A huge head was lying on the ground. The original "door" was just its mouth. As the rock fell off, the bones were exposed. In the dust and smoke, some huge needle-like spikes were vaguely seen growing on the back. There was only a layer of soil on the surface, forming a mountain range.

Then, the bones broke into pieces and were buried in the soil with the smoke and the monk.

The picture ended here.

After watching it, there was a moment of silence. Zhou Yuanxing suddenly said: "Is this a tomb? I heard that in the ancient times of immortals, the Weihuo clan usually used bones as tombs to bury some things."

Not only did he recognize it, but there were many children of the nobles present. When they saw this scene, a word suddenly popped up in their minds:

Immortal ruins!

"Is this a relic?" Lu Chen of Qingmu Sect had a fiery look in his eyes. He had never expected that. He had originally thought that the "treasures" here were just some corpses from ancient times, which was already very good. After all, the ancient times of immortals ended, and those Taoist methods had all disappeared. The few that remained were still in the hands of very few people. Even for the clans like them, whether they could get them depended on luck.

And those "relics", like the ancient times of immortals, had long become legends, because the ancient times of immortals were too far away from this era. Even if there were ruins, they had long been excavated and robbed, and taken away by the ancestors, leaving only some leftovers.

However, from the image, this image was extremely clear, indicating that it was not long ago, and from that glimpse, the ruins could still move, indicating that they had not been excavated!

A great opportunity to come?

"Don't use such an uncivilized word." Chen Lang took a look. It was just a relic. What was the big deal?

He would work when there was work, and rest when there was no work. He waited for the system to jump to the task.

But strangely, the system did not jump to the side task.

"What is this place?" someone asked.

Everyone fell into deep thought. This was a big question.

If the location could be found and the ruins reappeared in the world, it would surely cause a sensation on the continent, but if it could not be found, it would be useless.

"Oak forest, wet soil, lots of woodlice." Zhou Yuanxing observed carefully and said first.

This reminded the others, secretly thinking that this kid was smart, and they tried to recall and think about some signs and traces.

"By the way, the surrounding mountains are all independent, not continuous." Someone else provided information. There are not many such terrains.

Later, someone else provided some information, but the clues seemed to end here.

The world is too big. Who knows how many places meet this feature. Where to search?

"Just now, I seemed to see the emblem on that person's shoulder." Another disciple of Wuzhongmen said.

"What?" Many eyes focused on him. This was definitely valuable news.

If the sect to which he belonged could be locked, it would not be far from finding the location!

"It's a golden one," said the disciple.

"Golden what?"

The disciple smiled and stopped talking. Now he knew everything that others knew, but he knew something that others did not know.

"Fellow Daoist, you are making people feel uncomfortable." Someone from the Vajra Hall said, "We have provided information, why are you hiding it?"

"Everyone, stop arguing, I have a good idea." Chen Lang said.

Everyone looked at Chen Lang, "Tell me about it?"

Chen Lang reached out to the female cultivator of Wuzhong Sect, "Isn't it just a photo stone? Can't you just put it together after it's broken? I'll help you restore it and watch it a few more times."

"Can you really do it?" The bald man of the Vajra Hall looked at Chen Lang with doubt.

A broken mirror cannot be put back together, so how can a broken photo stone be put back together? And even if it is put together, the information has long been destroyed.

Chen Lang took out the black sword behind him with a bang.

"Everyone, do you recognize this thing?"

Someone looked over, and Lu Chen of Qingmu Sect said, "What's wrong with Mo Ruzhen's sword? You can still cut out a residual image with one sword?"

Zhou Yuanxing seemed to understand what Chen Lang meant, "This sword was also in pieces before, and it was broken together with the weapon spirit. Do you mean this method?"

This reminded many people that Mo Ruzhen's battle in the foreign land was a big deal, and many people knew about his relationship with this sword, even from other sects.

Chen Lang is a person with many crooked ideas, maybe there is really a way?

"Are you telling the truth?" asked the female cultivator of Wuzhong Sect. She was fooled by Chen Lang once and didn't want to be fooled again.

"Of course." Chen Lang said, "There is no bird to fool you."

"..." The female cultivator recalled some scenes, and with a gloomy face, she threw the shrunken box into Chen Lang's hands. If he lied, the worst that could happen was to take it back.

Chen Lang took the box and weighed it. The box had been twisted and deformed. Through the gap, you could see some jade fragments inside.

Then, he turned around and left.

Why don't you just find Zhong Haoran to repair it? That old man has boundless magic power. Why do you have to think about it yourself? You guys are just reading maps and recognizing the land?

"What are you doing?" The female cultivator shouted loudly when she saw Chen Lang was about to leave.

In the Vajra Hall, people from the Qingmu Sect also gathered around. Not to mention this box, Chen Lang also took away the juice of all the fat sheep of the Pingtian Sect. This account has not been settled yet. How could he be allowed to leave like this?