Chapter 25 Ancient Monument Without Words

The wind suddenly rose and went straight through the sky. The huge monument stood, overlooking the sky and the earth, full of unparalleled momentum. This world seems to have become smaller!

It rises from the depths of the earth, with the breath of vicissitudes flowing, accumulating the changes of the sea and mulberry fields, sinking and floating in mid-air. Although there is no wind and fog, it is always like the moon in the water and the flowers in the fog, which is not real.

The people in the ancient village became excited, and many people were excited, crawling on the ground, muttering, and singing strange witchcraft.

Bai Lang secretly carried Xuangong, and the Taoist light shot out of his eyes. Looking at the ancient monument, he seemed to faintly see that ancient texts appeared on the ancient monument.

The divine light is like electricity, shooting at the ancient monument, but it seems to be blocked by an invisible barrier. It is gradually melted, and there is only a blank in the eyes. This is a crazy scene, which is clearly in front of you, but it is not real. Bai Lang shouted in a low voice. In his eyes, Zhan Zhan's divine light was like substance, turning into a divine light and rushing away.

Bai Lang was very curious and wanted to see the handwriting clearly and know who the ancestors of this ancient village were.

It was like a stone thrown into the water, causing waves of ripples. Bai Lang only felt strange fluctuations, and then flashed in front of him. The willow dark flowers cleared the thick fog, and the ancient monument was completely displayed in front of Bai Lang's eyes.

Above the sky, there was thunder, and a heavy force came from all directions, like a thick fog. However, in an instant, Bai Lang's eyes began to blur again. His eyes were as bright as electricity, and he quickly swept through the 100-foot monument. However, at this glance, Bai Lang's face was shocked, as if struck by lightning. Standing on the spot.

The tablet is thick, hundreds of feet down, and there is no font, but there is a deep dent, across the stone tablet, rough and heroic, unruly, full of wild atmosphere.

The ancient monument is towering, standing upright, mottled and vicissitudes. The past is like smoke, and the years are ruthless, leaving an indelible desolate mood on the ancient monument. The dent across the monument is so flamboyant, with the power flowing, which penetrates people's hearts.

"Is that... a huge axe?" Bai Lang was extremely shocked. He looked at the ancient monument hanging in the air and muttered to himself in a low voice.

There is a mysterious force around the ancient monument, which isolates the world and makes it difficult to peep into it. However, in an instant, Bai Lang's vision is blurred again and it is difficult to see the distance.

However, the dent across the stone tablet, shaped like a huge axe, seemed to have life at that moment, emitting a huge power, almost breaking through the sky, rolling thousands of miles of wind and clouds, making Bai Lang truly feel the breath of the world.

The ancient monument has no words, who is it for? Who left this axe stone carving? Bai Lang's thoughts flew and it was difficult to calm down.

At this time, there were thunderstorms between heaven and earth, echoing endlessly, and the sound was like waves, which made people unstable. There were many young people in ancient villages nearby. Because the road was still shallow, they were immediately swept to the sky. For a moment, the scene became extremely chaotic.

Bai Lang suddenly woke up and only felt a surge of overwhelming force, and his body was like a flat boat, floating in the huge waves. At this time, the gray-dressed old man's sleeve robe agitated and drew a mysterious track in mid-air, making a soft light curtain, pulling down Bai Langsheng, whose feet had left the ground. The light curtain did not move in the wind and was as stable as Mount Tai, protecting Bai Lang and a dozen young people nearby.

Seeing that the old man lifted his weight lightly and looked calm, he waved his hand to block this huge force, and Bai Lang was even more admirable. In the distance, there are still dozens of ancient village elders with profound cultivation, each with their magical power, who were saved by the hurricane swept to the mid-air.

Bai Lang saw Xun Huan holding the divine mountain with his hand, and the divine light was dotted. There were pines scattered on it, and the old vine was flowing water. He stood in the air and floated like a fairy. When he waved his hand, the old vine grew in the wind and turned into a green shadow all over the sky, binding more than a dozen clan members and pulled them back.

When Bai Lang saw this scene, he couldn't help clapping his hands and praised: "Good means, good magic power!"

Little Leizi was beside him, with a relaxed expression and a childish voice. He said loudly, "That's natural. The eldest brother is one of the rare geniuses in the village for hundreds of years. Well, it's only a little worse than me!"

Bai Lang was stunned, but he thought that most of the people in the ancient village were free from vulgarity. If any one was put in the outside world, he was afraid that it would make many sects's eyes hot. As an elite disciple, Xun Huan was also known as a sight for hundreds of years. Naturally, he was extremely qualified and talented.

The old man in gray just smiled faintly and looked at the place of the ancient monument. The place where the ancient monument rose was originally unfathomable and silent, but at this time it bloomed again, and there was a five-color glow spewing out, hazy, as if there was still something below, slowly rising.

"It's coming out!" Xiao Leizi suddenly closed his mouth, looked at his mouth, clenched his fist, and had an excited look on his little face.

"What?" Bai Lang asked in a voice, "What's going to come out?"

Little Leizi patted his head and said, "This is the place where the ancestors buried their bones. Every hundred years, it will appear. When the miracle appears, the ancient monument will rise to the sky and the altar will reappear. If there is an opportunity, someone who can be loved by his ancestors will have unexpected gains. The inch Xiashan in the hands of the eldest brother is here!"