Ten Thousand Paths to Becoming a God

Holding a black iron gun, the nightingale tapped against the wall. With the knocking, the stone wall made a crisp sound, the stone powder did not fall, and a trace did not appear, which made the nightingale know the hardness of the stone wall.

At the same time, the nightingale also understood that the predecessors who had built the cave house had already reached an unfathomable point.

Turning around and seeing the white bird quietly following his side, and flapping his wings from time to time, the nightingale knows that there is no danger in this cave.

The instinct of the beast is generally stronger than the human being. Now the white bird is so quiet, it means that there is no powerful monster in this cave, and at least there is no monster that suppresses the white bird on the level.

Carrying the black iron gun, the nightingale is slowly advancing. Although it is determined that there is no high-level monster, you can worry about the organ in the night, which is what the monster can't perceive.

Advancing the distance of three or four feet, a stone room with a square of three feet appeared in front of the nightingale.

Stone benches and stone chairs are placed in the stone interior. They continue to look inside and see the scene, letting the nightingale involuntarily take a step back.

There is a cheekbone on the seat in the table. The robes hanging on the cheekbones have been weathered. The broken robes are squatting on the cheekbones, and the nightingales have seen them in the mountains next to Zhuyuan Village. The night bones of the human and the beast have been seen, but in this cave, the bones appear suddenly, which makes the nightingale unaccustomed.

Stabilized the mood, the nightingale went to the table, carefully looked at the cheekbones.

This shin is somewhat different from the shin that was seen in the nightingale. This shin is full of luster, like jade, with no trace of damage.

Looking at the cheekbones, the nightingale can confirm that the main body of the skeleton is very tall. It must be six feet high. Even if it is dead, the cheekbone is still full of domineering.

As the nightingale approached, the airflow brought up, the robes on the cheekbones were completely weathered and turned into ashes, and the cheekbones were completely exposed to the nightingale.

The nightingale bowed to the cheekbones and worshipped him. He did not believe in ghosts and gods, but entered the cave, after all, it was an interruption to the sleep of this skeleton.

After straightening up, the nightingale found some handwriting on the table in front of the cheekbones.

The handwriting should be written with your fingers, some scribbled, but they are deeply engraved on the stone table.

In a different position, the nightingale bowed down the dust on the table, and the robes on the cheekbones were weathered, leaving the table with some dust.

Look closely, the nightingale found the last words left by the cheekbones, as well as some of my own life.

The name of the sacral bone is called Feng Feng. It is the elder and Taichuan who stayed at the drug valley in Taichuan! The night is frowning. He hasn't heard of this name. Is it the deep bottomless canyon in front of him?

Then the following record explains the cause of the death of Feng Dian. He was because of the outbreak of the secluded air in Taichuan. He went to investigate and found the King of the Beast. After killing the Nether Beast, he was also contaminated with Nether, and could not remove the Nether. Finally died.

The last words of Feng Chen were to let the people returning the Ding Ding to the valley. When he was stationed in Taichuan, he took the Zinmen of the Zongmen and hoped to enter the legendary sanctuary, but he did not succeed. He hoped that the people would be holy. Ding Jing returned to the valley, and all other income was left to the people.

Holy Ding? Seeing these three words, the nightingale is extremely shocked. Isn't the Ding Ding Jing the town of Baoji? Looking up and looking around, the nightingale did not see where the Holy Ding was.

It can be said that the people who have the ancestors will return the sacred Dingjing to the valley, and the sacred Dingjing must exist. It can be found in the stone room for a long time and has not found the Ding Ding.

Is it that someone has come and taken the Holy Dyke? However, the nightingale felt that this possibility was not great. When he came in, the robes on the cheekbones were weathered.

Looking at the cheekbones again, the nightingale noticed the ring finger of the cheekbones, with a silver ring on the ring finger of the cheekbones.

Storage ring! Is it a storage ring?

The night owl heard the old saying that in the outside world, high-end practitioners will use the storage ring, which is a special magic weapon with a space inside to store things.

Thinking of this, the nightingale owes a squat to the cheekbones and then takes the ring down.

Holding the ring and looking at it, I didn’t see the famous hall. The nightingale bite my finger and dripped a drop of blood on the ring. Many treasures need blood to recognize the Lord. This common sense nightmare is still there.

The blood dripped on the ring, and it was quickly absorbed by the ring. At this time, the nightingale watching the ring had a kind of enlightenment, and it felt connected with the ring.

Really a storage ring, the nightingale thought, a special space appeared in the mind of the nightingale.

The special space is three feet square, the shelves are placed on both sides of the space, and there is a wooden table in the middle. The book is neatly placed on the table.

When the thoughts turned, the nightingale took all the books.

The first one is the Holy Dynasties. The quaint written written three ancient characters are the holy scriptures.

This is the township code of Medicine Valley, Sheng Ding Jing!

The nightingale was a little excited. I started reading when I picked up the classics. The first chapter was Xuan Ding Jing. I looked at it and the nightingale found that it was exactly the same as Gong Xuan.

This allows the nightingale to determine that this is the town of Medicine Valley's township classics.

The most recent chapter - the festival

Put this book down and go to the second book at night.

On the second book, there are three words on the cover of the sky. After opening it, the nightingale carefully studied it. He discovered that the stunt of the Taifeng Peak’s famous fame is only part of the cover of the hand. This cover is What Feng Feng himself created is not to return the drug to the valley.

The third book is much older than the first two books. The name of the book is Wan Daobao.

The nightingale opened the Wandao Collection, and there was a piece of animal skin floating in the middle. There was a handwriting on the animal skin.

Pick it up and look at it, the nightingale knows the origins of the Wandao Collection.

Wan Dao Bao Dian was obtained in Fengchuan in Taichuan, and some thoughts on the skin were written on the animal skin. In contrast to the Holy Dynasties, the essence of the Holy Dynasties is the body of the Ding Ding, the true gas running route is almost the form of Ding, the cultivation to the extreme can be the body of the Ding; Wan Dao Bao Dian is based on the heavens and the earth, will Self forging creates a treasure.

Feng Dian’s view is that Wan Dao Bao Dian is much stronger than Sheng Ding Jing. However, his holy Ding Jing has a deep fire, and then he can not make up for the loss of Wan Dao Bao Dian, so he wants to break through in the Ding Ding, and finally because of the Nether. Gas attack, death and death.

Putting aside the Wandao Collection, the Nightingale opens another book, this is a spiritual illustration, with all the herbs, poisonous grass, minerals, monsters and spirits in the world.

The last one is a handwritten book, which is an alchemy handbook. It is a collection of other alchemy books, and it is written by the author of these classics. These nightingales can understand that the drug valley is famous for its alchemy, and it is the elder of Medicine Valley. The rumors of dust in this respect must not be low.

The nightingale closed his eyes and sorted out the emotions, then put a few books back into the storage ring and continued to explore the storage ring.