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At this moment, the change is protruding!

The end of Xunxianqiao suddenly flickered with intermittent weak white light, like a malfunctioning light bulb, or a phenomenon caused by insufficient energy supply and instability.

The figure of monk monk looming in the white light, and if you close your eyes and feel, you will find that he has been completely submerged by energy fluctuations. It's just that this fluctuation and drowning are invisible and colorless, and can only be sensed by the practitioners.

"How is it?" Anyang asked immediately.

Xunxianqiao is only three or five meters long, but there is no sound from that side. From the intermittent white light can see that the master of monasticism stood motionless.

Anyang shouted two more times, but still did not get a response.

Other masters of monasticism looked at each other, and they didn't know what this was, nor what they should do.

Just when Anyang wanted all the Taoist masters to rush to find out, the figure of Xianxian Qiaotou moved. He turned suddenly and ran back in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, there is a big discovery!"

"Oh?" Anyang said. "What did you find?"

"There is a house!" This monk cultivator ran to Anyang and bowed his hand. "And I felt that there was an aura coming into my body. The aura was gentle and positive, holding the purpose of testing for your majesty. ! "

At this time everyone at Qiaotou opened his eyes wide.

This master of monasticism was still covered in silver silk and covered with black hair when he stepped on the bridge deck, and he looked at the fairy bones, but now there are silver threads and bones!

He is totally a young man in his twenties!

Anyang could n’t help murmuring: “So he stood on the bridgehead like a sculpture for another ten years. The cold wind scraped his face like a knife, and white snow flew. Somehow, he gritted his teeth and walked past the fairy. Qiao. At that moment, his white hair instantly turned black, his withered face became rosy, and his sour clothes turned into a white robe. The fairy crane flew around him, and his ears were filled with flowers and fragrance ... "

He remembered exactly what the old man said.

The rumors clearly have certain false elements and exaggerated nature. At least there are no cranes or white robe, but the white hair turns black and the face rejuvenates, but it is all true!

At this time, the master of monasticism finally realized his own aberration from the eyes of everyone. He first turned his head to look at his hanging hair, then raised his hand to look at it, and then immediately turned into a mirror to view it. His face is full of horror.

"No wonder the spirit is full of vitality ..."

At this time, Anyang has determined that there is a relic of a monastic civilization on Yunding Mountain, and this civilization is definitely more developed than the monastic civilization in the world of Shenzhou.

He didn't hesitate anymore, he moved forward.

Someone in the rear shouted, "Your Majesty, please wait. It's not too late to send a few more people to make sure you are safe!"

Anyang ignored it and moved on.

Obviously the ban on Yunding Mountain is a whole, and they just went uphill violently, which not only broke the rules of the game, but also caused great damage to maintaining the ban on this rule. Anyang is also not sure how many times the layout of the bridge can be used. He must experience it himself.

Danger? He was not so afraid of this.

The second time he used the technique of seizing and taking pulse to raise his way to nearly 400 years, and after so long, the power of the mysterious system also followed, he is now confident.

The bridge deck is really ordinary rock, it is already decaying, and the touch on it is not hard at all, and it brings a feeling of rustle, giving people a little more effort. It does not know when it will collapse. Illusion.

Anyang walked up to the bridge step by step in this way, followed by several master monks, and the air combat mech floated in the air to follow, moving slowly and slowly. And he has applied a variety of auxiliary spells and spells to himself to improve his perception to the most sensitive level.

"Seventeen, prepare to record all anomalies."

"As you wish, Mr. Anyang."

The moment Anyang stepped on the bridge deck, it seemed as if some conditions were met. It's like inserting a key into the lock hole, the bite is accurate, and the lock opens with a click.

"brush!"

When I saw that the master of monasticism came here, there was a white light flashing at Qiaotou, but when he came here, he only felt that his eyes were suddenly bright!

Several houses suddenly appeared in front.

Anyang realized that this was an extremely brilliant illusion.

It has concealed the perception of itself and the monks of the Taoism, and has also concealed the scanning detection system of the Tianbing mech, so that it can only see the snow and the top of the mountain before walking here.

Then he immediately felt the aura that the monk master said before!

This is indeed a mild and positive aura. Auras of this nature usually do not have an offensive power. It is no wonder that the master of monasticism dares not to resist. And it does contain a kind of not-so-deep but very veiled vitality, a kind of nature that Anyang has never seen before, and the aura structure is also very different from the "vital rejuvenation technique" with the same vitality.

There is a lot of data floating above the line of sight, and the ear is full of reminders sent by the chip.

"An unrecorded form of energy fluctuation was detected by your perception, it has been recorded."

"The frequency of unknown energy fluctuations has been detected by your perception. After analysis, it shows unstable symptoms, which have been automatically filled and eliminated after interference."

"Through your perception ..."

I do n’t know whether it ’s because the energy at Yunding Mountain leaked or the energy at Qiaotou has not been recovered, or there are too many people walking across Qiaotou this time, and its power has been dispersed. The novelty did not bring him much benefit, nor did it allow the withering face to regain its youth.

Even though the elders behind them have become younger, they are far less exaggerated than the first person.

However, their mentality is extraordinary, neither feels annoyed nor feels that the first person has taken advantage, nor is it jealous. Anyway, this method is already here, as long as they take it back to study well, they can always discover the mystery.

Anyang frowned and looked at the house ahead.

These houses and his imaginary fairy palace pavilion are completely two extremes, probably the worst kind of house where poor people live. The walls are made of stones, and the roof is made of slender grass on the plateau. After being blown by the wind and rain for many years, it is not like a dwelling of a high man, but like a place for beggars to avoid rain.

The only thing that is somewhat superior is probably the chess board carved out of the rock in front of the house, but the grid above it is also unrecognizable, covered with mud and limestone.

And there is only one stone stool beside the chessboard.

I can't imagine that someone with a magical cult of the world is practicing here, and the grass on this mountain is not growing, it is too boring and lonely.

Anyang took a deep breath and walked over.

He also found that the ground was engraved with some obscure handwriting, twisted and twisted, but it is one of the characters of the mainland of China today, but it is not the characters of the first country he arrived in.

Faintly I can see from some of the writings that this was left by a person who climbed the Yunding Mountain. He bluntly said that although he found the fairy trail, he lost his whole life. He was very regretful, and he had already realized that he had surpassed mortals during the mountain climbing If his mood is compared with Hong Chen's greed, then he has become a fairy.

So he discarded all the results and turned around and walked down the mountain, never entering the house one step at a time.

Anyang estimates that the protagonist of the story circulating among many countries in Shenzhou is him, but either the rumors are exaggerated or he is a monk, otherwise it would be impossible for mortals to spend so much time climbing this mountain.

Go forward.

The door of the house is the kind of fence woven of wood and hemp rope, which has decayed to the point where they are all spread out when pushed, exposing the same extremely simple house.

A yellow wooden Eight Immortals table, four high benches, a recliner, and a coffee table are all furniture.

In addition, the house was empty and covered with dust.

Anyang glanced, and some could not imagine what kind of life this monk monk who could lay down the ban on dragging down 100,000 armored soldiers once lived on this mountain.

With Fei Xue cold wind all day long? Watch the sunrise and sunset and the sea of ​​clouds churning? Or is it silent cultivation, for the sake of purity and aura here to abandon the entire world of red dust, and to see the Supreme Avenue that touches eternal life or heaven and earth every day?

If only extreme people can do what ordinary people can't do, if this boring change for ordinary people, I'm afraid they will be mad long ago.

If the rumors are true, the person who climbed to Yunding Mountain is already a person with great perseverance, but compared to this person who is repairing on Yunding Mountain, it is still a little witch.

Anyang didn't find anything useful here, but he saw a monk who went to explore other houses and walked back to the door and said, "Your Majesty, I found something!"

"What did you find?"

"There are a lot of ancient books and magical tools, probably left by the predecessors who lived here. They are neatly arranged and should be deliberately reserved for future generations."

"Take me to see it now."

"Yes!"

Anyang walked out behind him, and just stepped out of the door, but he saw another monk who came to him in a hurry: "Your Majesty, I found a bone, it should be ..."

In addition, several other rooms have also been found, but only the hall that he went to personally had nothing.

Anyang first went to the house on the left, which contained a large flat stone covered with soft grass, which seemed to be the bed where the monk monk usually rested.

And there was a bone lying on this bed.

Some messy cloth towels cover the bones, and the dark paint is so sloppy that the original color can no longer be seen. But beneath the rotten cloth is a white skeleton with crystal clear bones, which is out of place in this crumbling hut and humble house ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ It is like a handicraft made of white jade, and The whole body exudes a clean breath without being dusted.

In this house like a refugee house, it is undoubtedly an alternative, and it is also an important evidence of the unusualness here.

"Is this the tall man?" Anyang sighed.

The people of the world have come here to search for longevity, but even if the people who created it have great magical powers that make cranes turn red, they still cannot get longevity.

It is a pity that after a generation of mighty power, he died here silently.

It is estimated that the great supernatural power of his life was unknown, and no one knew it when he died. He lay on the wild grass of this stone, wrapped in a corpse wrapped in rotten towels. This is trivial.

"I don't know how many years he has lived." Anyang murmured and went outside, preparing to go to the house with ancient books.

His doubts must be in these books.

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