Chapter 122 Purple Luck Ancient Inscription

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After killing the ninth master, Huang Wuji left the plain unimpeded.

There are still hundreds of thousands of miles away from Jianghuai City. According to the pace of Huang Wuji, it will take at least two months to arrive. Leaving the plain, Huang Wuji took Huang Yao all the way north and found a relatively remote forest. He couldn't wait to observe the purple sword.

At this time, the night falls, and the moonlight exudes a light, soft and shy light. The whole forest looks quiet and peaceful. In the festival of the revival of everything in spring, you can already hear the pleasant sound of insects, making the forest full of vitality.

Walking into the woods, you can see a hill that is not too high. Huang Wuji moved slightly with Huang Yao, as if shrinking into an inch. In the blink of an eye, he came to the bottom of the hill, and the magnificent spiritual power was wrapped around the surface of his fist. The woods quieted down, the worms disappeared and the dust covered the soft moonlight, and a cave three meters wide and five meters deep appeared in front of us.

Huang Wuji walked into the cave with Huang Yao in his arms. A huge animal skin carpet was spread on the ground and Huang Yao was placed on the carpet. The purple light long sword appeared in his hand, holding the hilt of the sword. Looking at the simple and elegant sword body like a lightning-like inscription, the blade flashed with cold light and purple-like luster from time to time, crackling, and you can also hear the sound of electric light hitting.

The unusual performance of the purple sword makes Huang Wuji full of interest. Looking at the lightning inscription, there seemed to be a familiar feeling, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it for a while.

Huang Wuji's fingers gently touched the body of the sword, and his fingers suddenly became paralyzed. He took a fierce breath with his teeth. There was a feeling that this was not the original face of the purple light sword.

A golden light flashed in the dark pupils of the emperor's Wuji, and the purple sword appeared completely and clearly in his eyes. A dazzling purple light rose to the sky in an instant. It was so dazzling that he closed his eyes and did not dare to look at the purple light.

After a while, Huang Wuji adapted to the purple light and slowly opened his eyes. I saw that a fist-sized purple gas hovered over the body of the sword. The purple air was like a gate. On the gate, there was a tiger-like beast lying horizontally, exuding a strong momentum. It was not ferocious, but a fair and righteous statement, able to distinguish right from wrong and see through everything.

"Purple gas!" Huang Wuji was stunned when he saw the purple gas. How could there be purple gas? In his mind, including later generations, it never appeared. Looking at the color of purple gas, judging by the depth, it is at least more than 8 million years old.

Dating back to eight million years ago, it was the era of people, beasts, aliens, and gods. Countless earth-shaking deeds also took place in that era. It was also the era of the rise of the three gods and emperors of the human race. For every martial artist, it was the strongest era of human beings. It was fighting with heaven and earth, and with beasts. Fighting, fighting with aliens, fighting with gods, is the most united era of the human race.

Human beings drove away the alien race, destroyed the hope of the gods, and drove the fierce beasts out of the Middle-earth. With the protection of the three god emperors, the human race cultivated and nourished, and produced a large number of earth-shaking magical powers, and made people tide over and again.

"The sword of eight million years ago!" Huang Wuji shook his head and couldn't believe it. In ancient times, it was the era when gods walked together and Wu Zun was not as good as dogs. After hundreds of years of historical changes, this sword cannot be maintained so intact, as if it has only gone through tens of thousands of years.

Huang Wuji looked carefully at the purple sword and finally found a suspicious place. The purple air of the purple sword floated with an extremely subtle purple line. The purple line was connected to the void. The purple line only extended about ten meters, as if it had penetrated the space and entered the mysterious and unknown void.

"Oh!" Huang Wuji stared at the overflowing purple thread and looked at the purple gas of the gate on the sword. Looking at the sword body, he came to a conclusion that the purple gas was not the sword itself, but someone forcibly poured purple gas into the sword, and the purple gas should be something else.

Looking at the fine purple gas that extends ten meters, I think it should really connect the place where the real eight million-year-old fortune is, so Huang Wuji's conjecture that the purple sword may be the key to open a cave sky. For such a long time of eight million years, the general space can't bear it at all. If you want to maintain the most There is no less than a large cave in the middle of the earth.

Imagine how big the Middle Earth is, how many days there are in the cave, and what kind of treasures are hidden in it. Huang Wuji can't imagine it.

"It's another purple dragon sword that can see and can't use weapons, thinking that it's still in Honglian Cave. At this time, it's the second one!" Huang Wuji shook his head helplessly, preparing to put the unknown purple sword into the storage ring.

Suddenly, the inspiration flashed. Huang Wuji inserted the purple sword into the rock wall of the cave and looked at the inscription carefully. There was a little change in the inscription that was integrated with the sword body. It was this change that made Huang Wuji see hope.

Huang Wuji found that the inscription was carved in the later stage, that is to say, someone has been to the cave sky, and I don't know why it came back. In order to prevent the cave sky from being buried, he deliberately used the great magic power to extract a trace of purple gas to maintain the cave sky and pour it into the sword, and then carved the inscription on the sword.

In this way, the inscription of the sword body may be a clue about the cave sky. Huang Wuji also thought of where he had seen this kind of inscription. It was a unique ancient period, a kind of sacrificial text. Thunder was Tianwei. At that time, people carved various postures of lightning as a sacrificial text.

The meaning of this kind of text has basically been lost by now. Huang Wuji also accidentally saw it once in his ancient book known as the Middle-earth Library. It is also a few words on it, just introduces the origin of the lightning inscription.

Although the lightning inscription has been lost in Middle-earth, Huang Wuji believes that there must be ancient texts that he wants to know in the Fangwai sect that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. As long as the existence of ancient characters is found, there must be a way to distinguish them.

Huang Wuji is more looking forward to the trip.

The sky gradually lit up. The night passed. After studying a night of purple sword, Huang Wuji did not find any other clues. He could only put the sword into the storage ring. Huang Yao lay on the animal skin carpet and slept soundly. Her soft little tongue licked the corners of her mouth from time to time, as if she was recalling something.

In addition to the treasure house of the Xiaoyue Emperor, there is a new task to find clues to ancient inscriptions.

"Wake up, girl!" Huang Wuji pinched Huang Yao's little nose and shook it back and forth. Huang Yao, who was sleeping, reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at Huang Wuji, with a slight anger on her face, as if she was angry about why she woke her up.

"It's time to go!" Huang Wuji thought about it all night and found that if he wanted to find the clue of the ancient inscription outside the square, the most promising thing should be Daoxu Sect. Daoxu Sect, like Tianmo Sect, recruits disciples every ten years. This year is also the tenth year, and the recruitment time for disciples is three months later than that of Tianmo Sect.

According to the current time, it will take about five months, and the time is more than enough.

"Wond, shall we go to eat?" Huang Wuji picked up Huang Yao, put the animal skin carpet into the storage ring, and said with a smile. As soon as Huang Yao heard that there was something to eat, it turned cloudy and sunny, and her face suddenly became happy.

Walking out of the woods, Huang Wuji looked at the direction. If he wanted to get to the main road, he had to walk west for a while before he could see the road. Huang Wuji's body moved as fast as lightning, and his toes gently touched the ground, and the whole body seemed to shrink into an inch, already thousands of meters away.

Huang Wuji is like a ghost, with the remnants of Taoism. It appears from time to time. He scared some beasts who came out to hunt in the day and hid back to the nest. After a few days, he dared to come out.

In a quarter of an hour, Huang Wuji appeared on the road with Huang Yao in his arms. With fake and real directions, Huang Wuji is not worried about the inspection of the guards. On the road, Huang Wuji spent five taels of silver to join a caravan.

Originally, the caravan would not allow strangers to join. However, this caravan belongs to a small caravan. There are only three trucks and two manned carriages. All the goods do not add up to 5,000 taels. It is a small business. Generally, large bandits are too lazy to rob.

In addition, Huang Wuji took Huang Yao, who looked only two or three years old, with a harmless face of livestock. Knowing that the city in front of him, he got out of the car and fired the price of five taels of silver. The boss of the caravan reluctantly carried Huang Wuji all the way.

Of course, the fake road guide has also played a great role. Without the guarantee of the road guide, the caravan owner dares not let Huang Wuji come in.

Sitting in the carriage, Huang Wuji closed his eyes and breathed. Last night, he observed the purple sword overnight, but the original automatic operation of the Innate Heart Sutra restored the six layers of spiritual power of the whole body overnight.

At this time, sitting in the carriage and sitting idle and bored, the movement and breathing restored the spiritual power to the best state. After the enemy with Shu Chi, his cultivation has also been refined, especially the feeling of breakthrough in King Kong's Body Fist.

During the period of transportation, the owner of the caravan came to see it several times. When he saw Huang Wuji sitting in the car and sleeping with his eyes closed, he felt much more at ease. He came less and less, and he didn't look at it in the end. Anyway, Beiping City was about to arrive.

Two hours later, Beiping City arrived, and the caravan also had to rest and rectify in Beiping City. After the guard checked the road guide, Huang Wuji stood at the gate of Beiping City and looked at the crowd coming and going, and there was no nervous at all.

Kill the barbarian emperor's younger brother and cut off the seventh prince Tiemu Torre's jump arm. The eldest prince Tiemushu was even worse. He was directly beaten and almost turned into an inhuman beast. He even lost one level of luck and fate. Huang Wuji did not think of being wanted.

But, who are Shu Chi and Torre? They are the real geniuses in the true sense of Da Man. The senior masters are not their opponents. How can they make this kind of ugly thing public? It's not an obvious slap in the face. With this idea, Huang Wuji will come to Beiping City without fear to inquire by the way. A piece of news.

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