"This is the last step." Half an hour later, Wang Zhong and the others came to an underground lake. Wang Zhong pointed to the island that looked faintly opposite the bottomless lake.

"This seems not water?" Yuan Tong looked at the dark lake in front of him and frowned. This lake was indeed a lake in his senses, which was no different from a normal lake, but no normal lake was ink-colored and had a cold air visible to the naked eye?

"It's not water. To be precise, this lake does not exist at all!" Wang Zhong stood in front of the lake and said with a serious look on his face.

"Oh? What is that?" Yuan Tongqi said. He had just explored the Qi and entered the lake. As usual, Qi and entered the water without any obstacles. He stepped into the water almost because he thought the appearance of this lake was illusory. He knew very well that the senses would deceive people in many cases, and the touch of the Qi and the Qi and the Qi would not deceive people.

"It's resentment, the resentment of the one hundred and eight are the ones in the sky! "Wang Zhong took a deep breath and suppressed his heart-wrenching emotions. When he was exploring Xiao Zhong's dream, he had actually seen this lake in an immersive way, but when he actually saw it, he was still shocked by this great power.

Yuan Tong is a warrior with a soul and uses qi and energy as the touch to sense the surrounding space. Although the martial arts system of Yin and Yang Dharma Eyes takes a different approach and is different from the various martial arts today, it still has not escaped this category.

In his eyes, he only saw a dark lake, which seemed to be a real lake in his perception, but the color was a little weird.

Wang Zhong and Xiao Zhong both possess dreams, as the human race’s innate abilities. Although the dreams system and martial arts have mutual verification, there are many places that are very different. If you want to say something close, it may be of the same origin as the witchcraft of the witch clan.

The soul of a person with dreams is different from the soul of an ordinary warrior. It is combined with the power of a dream, and it surrounds the body at all times, and the soul is released, so that the things you naturally observe are completely different.

In Wang Zhong's eyes, this is not a lake that is unfathomable? It is a huge abyss full of endless resentful faces!

These faces are light black and translucent against the power of Wang Zhong’s dream. Almost every space as big as a needle is squeezed with a large number of resentful faces. None of these faces are human faces, but beast faces of different shapes!

These beast faces all have human expressions, and all beast faces have the same expression, that is resentment. The resentment that can almost overflow is fully displayed in these twisted expressions.

It is these beast faces with endless resentment that form this bottomless lake. It is not a weird black lake that cannot be seen at all. It is a deep and terrifying abyss of resentment composed of resentment faces like the number of sands in the Ganges River!

No wonder Yuan Tong couldn't see them. Although these resentful faces were resentful, they did not have the slightest death aura. The soul radiance emitted by each face was almost nothing, and it filled every corner. Therefore, Yuan Tong's Yin and Yang Dharma Eyes could not see them at all, and Wang Zhong, who had dreams, was clearly visible.

Through this endless light black translucent resentful face, Wang Zhong erected more than a hundred extremely thick giant pillars in this bottomless abyss.

These giant pillars are high and low, thick and thin. The thickest and largest giant pillar is like a mountain that goes straight into the sky, while the thinnest and shortest giant pillar only reveals a head in Wang Zhong's vision, only a meter in a circle.

The power of dreams allowed Wang Zhong's eyes to see all the places that he could reach from a comprehensive angle, so he could see the narrow stone pillars covered by giant pillars like mountains.

Each giant pillar has thick bronze chains that look like logs, firmly locked on the giant pillar.

Some giant pillars have only a few copper chains, while some giant pillars have dense chains, almost wrapping the stone pillars.

Perhaps because of the time being too long, each of these bronze chains was rusted and many of them were even covered in rust, as if they would break as soon as they moved.

However, a detail seen at the corner of Wang Zhong's eyes told him that this was just an illusion. Even if Yuan Tong took action, he might not be able to hurt any of these bronze chains.

On the bronze chain closest to the edge of this abyss of resentment, Wang Zhong could vaguely see the chains covered with strange symbols, among which Wang Zhong had seen more than half of the runes in the Book of Strange Stories. It was the ancient text, the real Taichu text!

Before ancient times, humans experienced a long ignorance. At that time, humans ate raw meat and drank blood, were naked, and although they walked upright with their feet, they were no different from wild animals.

The first philosopher of the five philosophers of the human race created characters, and then taught the people around him to read. The human race began to gradually enlighten his wisdom and possess wisdom. Then, under the leadership of one sage after another, he walked out of the era of ignorance.

The characters created by this human race's first philosopher Jie is the Taichu script, which is called the real script.

Legend has it that after this Jie, who created the characters, created the characters, the sky was bloody and tears, the earth cried bitterly, the beasts were frightened, the ghosts and gods were furious, the clouds were continuous for tens of thousands of miles, the thunder was shaking, and the blood rain fell for three days and three nights, and it seemed that even the sky, the earth were shocked by the infinite power of this kind of characters.

Whether this myth is true or not is beyond verbal knowledge, but Taichu's text is indeed a magical text. As long as you can write this text, you will have special abilities and combine them, and you will have infinite power.

This kind of text is extremely powerful and the carrier requirements are also outrageous. In the early days of Taichu characters, Jie, who created the characters, traveled thousands of mountains and rivers to carve all the characters, and finally found enough copper in a crater to imprint the characters.

The copper that was sucked out of this crater is called Shoushan Copper Mine. It is rumored that only this kind of copper can carry the power of Taichu's text.

A glimpse of the whole leopard is seen. These rusty bronze chains are probably all composed of Shoushan copper ore. The densely packed strange symbols on them are the Taichu characters.

Even today, Shoushan Copper Mine is still one of the toughest and hardest mechanical materials, and many core components of giant mechanical creations require this material.

The Taichu script is even more amazing. Over the long period of time, the Taichu script has gradually been lost. Now only the Huawu Empire still has such scripts.

It is said that every Shoushan copper mine engraved with Taichu characters can block the full-strength attack of a third-grade warrior, and every additional Taichu characters will increase its toughness by one third.

These bronze chains look rusty, and it seems that an ordinary person will break it with a kick. In fact, it is enough to make any first-grade peak warrior helpless, just because of the dense Taichu text on it!

Those resentful faces that are everywhere and fill every space form huge black vortexes on the edges of more than a hundred stone pillars. These twisted beast faces are always impacting these bronze chains, but they are like ephemerals shaking trees, without any damage to these bronze chains.

In addition to constantly hitting the bronze chains, these resentful beast faces seem to be bound by an invisible force. At the top of this abyss of resentment, it seems like an invisible cover is covered. Whenever the resentful face rushes outward, it will be blocked by this invisible cover.

The cold air that Wang Zhong and Yuantong saw constantly seeping out of the lake was actually the ripples caused by these resentful faces constantly hitting the invisible cover, causing the spatial distortion. It can be imagined that these resentful faces just look weak, but not harmless...

Taichu text, Shoushan copper mine, more than 100 stone pillars, the place where the human emperor sealed in ancient times, and the last cover of the altar of the nine human emperors. Combining so many conditions, the real purpose of this abyss of resentment is obvious.

This is the place where the human emperor sealed by many forces coming to the Human Emperor sealed place is tirelessly sought! And the more than a hundred stone pillars, large or small, thick or thin, engraved with bronze chains like stars, engraved on the copper ore of Shoushan Mountain, which are complex in Taichu characters like stars, are the place where the Dutianhuang Beast is sealed!

"Why are you standing there stupidly? Tell me, what is strange about this lake?" Yuan Tong, who was standing by, was deeply shocked and couldn't extricate himself. He said a little unhappy.

"You can see it yourself." Wang Zhong came to his senses and realized that he was just shocked. He neither thought about how to get through this abyss of resentment, the place where the wild beasts were sealed, nor did he explain the situation to Yuan Tong. He slapped his head and wrapped the power of the dream towards Yuan Tong.

For any inheritor who practices dreaming, the soul of the first-class peak warrior is like the burning sun in the sky. The soul of the person who practices dreaming is like pieces of floating ice. If he rashly sways the power of the dreaming power, he will be roasted into ashes by his extremely powerful soul.

Therefore, after the wizard You was broken into the dream, he was seriously injured so that he did not even have the power to resist. However, if Yuan Tong consciously contacted the power of the dream, the hot power of the soul would warm up and would not hurt the power of the dream. Therefore, Wang Zhong would be relieved and boldly entangled the power of the dream towards Yuan Tong.

Yuan Tong's soul power was far higher than Wang Zhong's level. Almost the moment Wang Zhong's dream power was entangled, he swept the entire abyss of resentment and understood what he had just faced. For a moment, even a first-grade peak warrior with Yuan Tong's cultivation level could not help but beads of fear of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

Not to mention anything else, those resentful faces seem to have no death energy, and their souls are so weak that they can hardly be discovered, but they cannot resist the number as many as the number of sands in the Ganges River? If you walk in, the resentment alone can make him, a top-rank warrior, lose his consciousness!
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