My Simping System

Chapter 87: Sun totem

　　 The stars are shining, and the stars flow across the sky.

　　 And under the starry sky, the sea water reflects the stars, and a small island floats lonely.

　　 The altar on the island is filled with words and patterns from countless ancient countries.

　　In front of the altar, the green tree buds sprout.

　　 "Huh..."

　　 The black-clothed youth living in front of the altar slowly opened his eyes at this time.

　　He is Chen Che.

　　Perhaps he was lucky enough, or he made a right bet.

　　 After jumping into the space crevice and hurriedly escaped, not only was he not dead, but also met a new opportunity.

　　 This is the top level of the ruined tower. Only those who have passed the trial can come here.

　　 Chen Che's gaze fell on his empty right arm sleeve.

　　 In the ruins of the tomb at the bottom of the North Holy Land, Ye An was beheaded by Ye An, hurting his spiritual veins, and his life was hanging by a thread, almost causing him to die.

　　 At the last moment, Chen Lao sacrificed himself and procrastinated for him.

　　 "The power of the stars is enough."

　　 "My broken arm, it's time to recover...!"

　　 Chen Che let out a long sigh of relief, then closed his eyes.

　　 The green tree buds in front of the altar shimmered suddenly.

　　 Immediately, that glimmer of light gushed out like running water, hovering over Chen Che's broken arm, and gradually condensed into the outline of an arm.

　　 The outline lines of bones, blood, flesh and blood, and spirit veins are all clearly visible.

　　 Living dead, fleshy bones, birth and broken arms, these medical skills must be found in Zhongzhou's famous doctors.

　　 But at this moment, Chen Che did it on his own.

　　 The contour lines on the broken arm of the right hand gradually disappeared, replaced by the appearance of brown skin.

　　 crunch...!

　　 At first, the regenerated arm was a bit rusty.

　　 But Chen Che soon adapted.

　　 "Broken arm regeneration... succeeded."

　　 Chen Che showed joy, staring at the palm of his right hand.

　　Broken arm makes up for it, and the spiritual vein recovers. Generally speaking, this is impossible.

　　 Only those who master the temple of the magic arts, or the famous genius doctor, can do it.

　　With Chen Che's current ability, being able to do this is already hitting great luck.

　　 is a joy.

　　 But suddenly, a hint of resentment appeared in Chen Che's eyes.

　　 "I don't know where Qingxue has reached, but with her intelligence, she can definitely solve the puzzle of the tower—"

　　 "It's nothing more than the rules of operation of the stars in the sky."

　　 Chen Che raised his head and looked at the sky, with a lot of hatred in his tone: "Ye An, Ye An, I can meet this opportunity, and I still have to thank you."

　　 "If you kill me, the secret technique of the old dust can regenerate me and become stronger."

　　 "But you are so arrogant that you don't kill me, but you let me meet this chance."

　　 "Immediately, it will be my revenge soon, only when Qingxue arrives...!"

　　……

　　 "Yawn...!"

　　 Ye An frowned slightly and rubbed his nose.

　　 is another punch to break the skeleton of the skeleton.

　　 For some reason, he always felt a little weird and uncomfortable inside.

　　 "Huh, yawn...?"

　　 Mu Qingxue followed behind, and said with interest: "Master Shengzi, is this a cold?"

　　 Under normal circumstances, a cultivator will not get sick, especially after he completely breaks through the body tempering state, his life span will be greatly increased and he will no longer suffer from wind-cold diseases.

　　 Ye An didn't bother to take care of her seriously, but felt inexplicably that someone was targeting him.

　　 Maybe this is intuition.

　　 "If Master Shengzi catches a cold, please rest here."

　　 Mu Qingxue smiled slightly, "If something happens, it's not so good."

　　 Ye An glanced at her and heard the threat in the little girl's words.

　　 But he didn't worry too much, and said solemnly: "It's all on the last floor, rest?"

　　 "Find out the secret of this tower early and get out early."

　　 "The world is very cold, probably only your Majesty's bed is a bit warm in this world."

　　 Mu Qingxue's smile gradually solidified, and she was silent for a moment, and said: "Well, respect the decision of Lord Saint Son."

　　 Take off the ninth layer of pattern imprint.

　　 So far, from the second layer to the ninth layer, a total of eight patterns have been assembled.

　　 Ye An still remembered that before entering the tower, there were only nine floors.

　　 At the moment when the imprint pattern is removed.

　　 I could only hear the sound from the surroundings, the stone wall of the main hall trembled, and spiral staircases rose out of thin air.

　　 "A ladder to the next level again...?"

　　 Mu Qingxue stared at the top, and said in surprise: "But I clearly remember that the ninth floor has already reached the top, and there will be no next floor."

　　 Ye An was silent for a while, and then in the environment where the evil spirit was diffused, he jumped straight and came to the end of the spiral staircase.

　　 Mu Qingxue was caught off guard for a while, hesitated a little, and then used aura to follow Ye An.

　　 came to the end of the spiral staircase.

　　 They have seen the stone gate leading to the next floor many times.

　　 But the final stone gate is different from before.

　　 There is an illusory formation on it——

　　 That is the teleportation array, extremely fragile, maybe it will shatter with just one touch.

　　 Ye An and Mu Qingxue are not wrong about the impression that the tower has nine floors.

　　 They have reached the ninth floor.

　　 But the teleportation formation portrayed by the stone gate in front of them will take them to another place.

　　 Compared with the patterns and ancient Chinese characters in the past.

　　 This time, the patterns in Shimen are very simple.

There is a totem in the center of 　　, and an eight-fold spiral ring tightly surrounds the totem.

"What does it mean?"

　　 Mu Qingxue frowned slightly.

　　 She recognized the meaning of the special totem mark in the center of the eight-fold spiral ring.

　　 At the same time, Ye An also recognized it.

　　 That totem, he has a vague impression of——

　　 under Qixi's long silver hair bangs.

　　 There is this totem mark on her forehead, which is always covered by white hair.

　　 "In the temple records, this is a totem created by ancient gods."

　　 "It means...the day and the sun."

　　 "And the **** in charge of the sun, Xihe."

　　 Mu Qingxue said.

　　 Ye An's eyes were calm, he nodded slightly, and said, "Sun Totem."

　　 "But logically, this has been lost. Except for the temple records, others have long forgotten the meaning of this totem."

　　The gods are based on faith.

The earliest gods created totems to collect beliefs and build their supernatural power~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Until later, the gods disappeared, the heavenly path was dim, and the number of monks who shouted against the sky gradually increased, and then never again. No one believes in a certain **** anymore.

　　 These are the contents recorded in the historical records of the temple.

　　 Ye An and Mu Qingxue, both sons and saints, have some understanding of this.

　　 Mu Qingxue pondered a little, and said: "Could it be...Is this related to your Majesty?"

　　 What Qixi inherited is the divine power of the **** Xihe.

　　 That's why Mu Qingxue had such thoughts.

　　 But Ye An was negative and said: "It has nothing to do with your majesty."

　　 "This is simply the sun."

　　 Mu Qingxue wondered: "The sun?"

　　 "So what does this mean..."

　　 She murmured, couldn't help feeling a pity.

　　 If you pay more attention to the text and patterns of the first few layers before, you may find the answer.

　　After thinking about it, Mu Qingxue said, "Or, let's go to the lower floor and take a look at the patterns and words."