Vol 3 Chapter 117: (1/2)
Zuo Tianzun felt a sense of urgency because of the arrival of a certain aura.
In the entire site of the Sky Demon City, the atmosphere faintly became more impatient.
However, as far as Zhang Qingyuan is concerned, all this has nothing to do with it.
In other words, it was originally there, but after Zhang Qingyuan swallowed Lei Wanhong's memory through the Heavenly Demon Devouring Divine Art, and got the intelligence opportunity, it didn't matter much.
Half a day, blinked by.
Through the induction of Xiaohuo, Zhang Qingyuan took him to an unknown valley.
Tall trees, lush grasses, and vines are rock-climbing and intertwined among the trees, covering the entire valley mouth completely. If you don’t look closely, it’s hard to find it. There is such a valley hidden in this large forest of ancient trees. .
This is a very ordinary valley buried by trees.
Without the slightest idea,
Even the aura is extremely thin,
Can't feel the slightest miracle.
But Zhang Qingyuan stopped in the sky.
”Little Huo, are you sure it's here?”
Divine Sense swept the void, exploring the entire valley below that was shaded by tall trees. However, he didn't notice anything wrong, and Zhang Qingyuan couldn't help but frown.
”Yes, it is indeed here!”
Xiao Huo nodded,
It's just that there was a little doubt on its face.
Obviously the feeling in the bloodline is in this valley, but why is there nothing in front of you?
strangeness!
Xiao Huo scratched his head with his tail.
Then it turned into a stream of light and flew around the valley, leaving a series of afterimages in the air.
It is indeed here!
The call in the bloodline came from this valley!
But why, nothing?
Xiao Huo's face was puzzled, his tail poked in the space ahead, and the tail penetrated without any hindrance.
Found nothing!
Nothing!
Xiao Huo looked at Zhang Qingyuan not far away for help.
at this time,
”found it!”
Zhang Qingyuan's eyes flashed, and pointed like a sword, and a laser-like sword was born out of thin air. It swept across, cutting the space open like paper, and submerged in a valley not far away, protruding tall and luxuriant. Among a huge rock covered by ancient trees!
laugh!
It looks like a red-hot sword cut through the solidified butter. A big tree hundreds of feet high cuts directly from the middle. The upper part of the tree body with the upper part of the boulder runs along the smooth surface. The mirror-like incision slowly slipped down from the sky.
Zhang Qingyuan's sleeves were rolled up, and an invisible force was born, and the branches and boulders that fell slowly were pushed away easily, revealing the flat incision of the boulder!
At the center of the flat incision,
Surprisingly, it is a sunken mark!
”Is this?”
Seeing this familiar mark, Xiao Huo's eyes also lit up.
Zhang Qingyuan nodded and said nothing.
He flipped his palms and took out a simple token. On the dark token, the lines of the ancient text clearly matched the seals inside the mountain stone!