Balance the World

After receiving the drowning ghost in the baggage behind, Wang Gongnan did not rush to sing to the voice here, but sat down cross-legged, holding Xingshu and Xingheng with both hands on his abdomen.

"Master, are you worried?" Seeing Wang Gongnan's behavior, Xingshu asked softly.

However, Xingshu asked, but Wang Gongnan frowned and did not respond.

This constellation is a bit like a giant fault, and I can’t stop talking. However, although Juque could detect the subjective consciousness of Wanggongnan at that time, it only read it by itself, and would not say anything like Xingshu.

"Boss, the master now has to calm down and think about things and make decisions. You should let the master be quiet." Xing Heng seemed to have guessed something, and immediately said to Xingshu.

"Oh, yes." Hearing Xingheng's words, Xingshu immediately understood, and immediately stopped speaking.

At this time, Wang Gongnan really wanted to be quiet. Because the current situation is too bad for him. Without the help of external forces, if he rushed to the sound here, chanting the high part of the soul-refining mantra of the thousand-character mantra, and hitting the stone with the rhythm, he would definitely explode. There is no shelter everywhere, and once the soul explodes, who knows where the fragments will fly? Even if he is a person of inheritance, he should be protected by the rules by using the Thousand-Character Mantra, but the force of the rules has a range.

Therefore, he really feels that he can't do this at all. To do so, he is really a dead end.

But the current situation is a deadlock, it seems that if he does not practice high-level soul body cultivation, he will not be able to climb the last thirty-odd stone steps.

Of course, if he could successfully climb the remaining stone steps after doing that, he would definitely be willing to take a risk.

Now the problem is that there are obviously many voices that he can't sing with. Those are definitely meant to be used to consolidate the foundation of his physical body when his cultivation reaches the Tianwu level or above.

Thinking of this, he knew that even if he chanted the Thousand-Character Mantra of Advanced Soul Body Cultivation, he would only be able to climb up to more than ten levels smoothly at the most, and that the remaining ten levels must be made by him. The word mantra is finished. This is naturally impossible.

In this case, he suddenly thought that there should be other ways to get himself on board.

"Who sent the Thousand Character Mantra from here to Zhuo's Forbidden Land?" So Wang Gongnan came back to think of this question again.

It is basically certain that it was not sent away by the big beholder, but during the 100-year period when the big beholder had fought with the coveted one, someone came here to take the opportunity to transfer the thousand-character truth.

If this person comes here to transfer the Thousand-Character Mantra, this person must know in advance that the Thousand-Character Mantra is here. Then he must also be one of the planners of the rules, and he should be involved in more things than the pretender. And also knew that the coveted one would come here.

In that case, his power should be greater than that of the pretender, and his strength must be stronger than that of the pretender. Then why does he not dismantle and warn the pretenders?

If it is said that what Wang Gongnan has done in recent years has violated the rules, the planners have already wanted to increase resistance to the inheritance of Wang Gongnan, but like the Five Thunder Order and the Thousand Character Mantra were moved to the Zhuo family forbidden area, This is obviously that Wang Gongnan has not been born yet.

"It must be a firm defender of the rules." Wang Gongnan said to himself so firmly.

Then, it suddenly occurred to him that when he climbed to a peak in the mysterious place of Huangshi Mountain, he entered a dreamlike mood and saw an old man planting flowers. The old man, although he was temperamental to him, was still friendly to him.

That old man seems to be one of the planners of the inheritance.

"Wings?!" Suddenly, he remembered that when he turned into an elf and flew to the old man who planted flowers, the old man said he wanted to give him a pair of wings. He also seemed to warn that when the wind and waves are too strong, the wings will eventually break. This made him unhappy at the time, and he instinctively rejected the old man's gift.

Maybe, if you really have wings on your body at this time, wouldn't you be able to fly over the remaining stone steps easily?

"Hehe, who would give me a pair of wings?" Wang Gongnan thought to himself with a wry smile.

"Times, things, and current affairs. Time passes without change, things pass without change. It has come, it has come..." Wang Gongnan just smiled bitterly in his heart, and suddenly he heard a person's voice beside him. However, it is more like a person reciting ancient texts. But the words on the recitation were so clear, but Wang Gongnan couldn't understand any meaning. It seemed to resent something, and it seemed to persuade people not to care about anything.

"Senior, is that you? Wang Gongnan thanked Senior, thank you for your help!" Hearing this voice, Wang Gongnan immediately became excited, immediately stood up and knelt down, then bowed and said.

"Hehe, you are very clever. It is your wise not to take risks easily.

Here, no one can board, including those who receive inheritance. "It's very strange. As soon as Wang Gongnan's words fell, there was an old voice here, smiling to Wang Gongnan.

"Ah! Senior, it's you. Senior wanted to give me a pair of wings, but I ignorantly rejected it. But now, I ask Senior to give me a pair of wings." Hearing this voice, Wang Gongnan said with joy.

It turned out that this old voice was exactly the old flower planter he met when he entered the illusion on Huangshi Mountain and turned into an elf.

"Times, things, and current events. Time passes and things do not change, things do not change. They come, and they come..." But when Wang Gongnan's words fell, the old voice repeated the previous one. A paragraph. As if in the mood, Wang Gongnan saw the old man shaking his head and singing, and was fascinated. It seemed that he didn't see the existence of Wang Gongnan, and he didn't even hear the voice of Wang Gongnan.

"Give me a pair of wings, who can give me a pair of wings?" Wang Gongnan stared at the old man, and suddenly felt a little confused in consciousness. It seemed that he was unwilling to feel a strong attachment, and he could not help but mutter.

"If you have wings, you can fly, and if you have wings, you can't fly. Time passes, time passes dreams, and dreams faint..." And the old man sang weirdly. At this moment, his hand also moved, and his right hand was raised flat to his shoulder, and then he slowly waved in front of him.

Suddenly, Wang Gongnan's eyes lit up, and a garden appeared.

The grass and plants in the garden are very lush, but there are not many flowers. However, * is a lot. Some have a hard look like they never want to open, and some are the size of a toothpick squeezed in the branches.

The blooming flowers are very eye-catching. It's a pity that there are not a few, but Wang Gongnan feels monotonous when looking at it, and a sense of loss in his heart spontaneously arises.