blood contract

"Girls are attentive!" Ye Tiancheng praised.

Lingling smiled and said, "I'll plant one for you."

Give it to me?

Ye Tiancheng felt that this girl was quirky and eccentric. She was as shrewd as a monkey at one moment and so unreliable in her words at the next.

"What if there's only one?"

"Of course not!" Lingling blurted out.

"..." Ye Tiancheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But for some reason, he felt that something great would come from those seeds.

"Ye wait for you to plant it again."

Lingling thought for a while, smiled evilly and nodded at him, "Okay."

It seemed that she was addicted to collecting, and she didn't even let go of Lian Lizhi who was "spreading her arms and legs". The root system is left, and the rest is chopped into ‘collection’.

She is the 'little expert in breaking up a house'!

While you were writing the note, you suddenly wanted to leave something here?

After much deliberation, I decided to write something on the stone tablet, such as ‘so and so came here for a visit’.

With a bad smile, he picked up his pen and walked to the stone monument. The guide butterfly kept flapping its wings above the stone monument.

"What is Miss Ling going to do?" Ye Tiancheng asked doubtfully.

Lingling: "Write!"

"This thing has no trace of a sword. How do you write it?"

Lingling: "..."

The boy from the Ye family is right!

Lingling looked at the pen in her hand, and couldn't see anything written on the ink-black stone tablet...

There is only one thing to write about - blood.

She stepped on the void, cut her fingers, waved her arms, and wrote freely and boldly:

When a wanderer travels a long way, he pays homage to his fellow villagers.

Lingling left a letter. Then a simple portrait of myself.

Ye Tiancheng looked at it, floating in the void, and wrote with his fingers:

The wind and clouds are surging, and it is better to go home than to go up and down!

Ye Tiancheng left a letter.

The two were smugly admiring their "work."

When he was about to write on the other two sides of the stone tablet, unexpectedly, the blood poems left by the two people were 'sucked' clean by the stone tablet. After being shocked, the stone tablet made a roar, and this level finally responded.

It turns out that this stone tablet needs to be activated with blood!

The two of them divided the two small pieces of the Moon Stone, and Lingling also collected the Netherworld Fire, waiting for the next prompt in this level.

A line of tadpole-like golden text that looks like a child's graffiti is condensed on the monument.

"Ancient prose from Taichu?" The two of them exclaimed in unison.

Looking at each other, Ye Tiancheng said in surprise: "Miss Ling is really erudite and talented. She can even read ancient ancient texts from the beginning!"

Lingling cupped her hands and said, "To each other!"

"Ye just knows a little bit about it."

"Haha... Same thing."

Words are hard! There are more than twenty words, but only half of them are understood.

Lingling took out the notebook and copied the text first, translating it if he knew it and circling it if he didn't know it. Then he handed it to Ye Tiancheng, who then translated what he knew from the words Lingling didn't understand.

The two of them pieced together, guessed, and reasoned, and translated:

There is only one person who has received my inheritance, and I will give you the remaining gifts! Choose one or the other, you can't have both.

The inheritance of water!

Water charts!

The two looked at each other again.

"Which one does Miss Ling want?" Ye Tiancheng asked.

Lingling understood what Ye Tiancheng meant. If they both choose the same thing, if they fight, the winner will get it; if they choose different things, they will both be happy.

"Water Chart. What about you?"

Ye Tiancheng seemed to be relieved. In his heart, he actually didn't want to fight with her. He had the kind of temperament that he would fight to the death for what should be fought for and would never force anything that didn't belong to him.

"I choose the inheritance of water. This is the long-cherished wish of water monks."

Lingling spread his hands and said, "I am not a water monk, so inheritance is of no use to me. We are all happy."

Ye Tiancheng looked at the pages they had written and asked, "Can Miss Ling give Ye a copy?"

The ancient texts of Taichu have a kind of magical power for researchers. Lingling didn't think this was an excessive request, after all, the text was translated by the two of them together. Without saying anything, she immediately made a rubbing and handed it to Ye Tiancheng.

Next, they used blood points to make their choices. A buzzing sound sounded, and two golden lights rushed out from the stone tablet and sank into the eyebrows of the two people, and then were enveloped by a soft white light.

Ye Tiancheng cupped his hands and said calmly: "Farewell now, I don't know when I will study this Taichu ancient text with Miss Ling again. Take care!"

Lingling cupped his hands and said, "We are reunited by fate. I wish little brother Ye a bright future! Take care!"

"...I am older than you."

"I am an elder now."

Ye Tiancheng: "..."

The two of them said goodbye again and disappeared at the altar in an instant.

The guide butterfly shines white and soft light to guide the way forward. There are colorful streams of light passing by Lingling. From time to time, whispers are heard in the ears. Suddenly, as if entering a dream, it flashes on top of a majestic and bright golden tower. The spiritual energy here is so abundant that Lingling doubts his life, and the surrounding buildings are also very strange. They seem to be made of starlight, full of sacred energy, mysterious and solemn, making people feel extremely peaceful and intoxicated.

On top of the golden tower, in front of the magnificent temple, stood seven people wearing golden cloaks and golden crowns. Their bodies exuded radiance of different colors from the inside out, majestic and sacred, making people feel Awe.

There are five people in golden armor below, and behind them are densely packed people in silver armor. They were wearing different clothes, all of which Lingling had never seen before. They were ancient but full of a dreamy sense of technology.

The faces of each of them were blurry, as if they were separated by a layer of mist and couldn't be seen clearly.

Two men in golden armor came out of the team and flew towards a martial arts stage.

"If you defeat me today, I will give the Eryu Empire galaxy to King Bai."

"King Black is so generous, okay. I, King White, will defeat you today."

The golden-armored warrior who calls himself the White King plucks a bit of starlight in the void like a star. He turns it around in his hand and turns it into a stream of light spears, stabbing straight at the Black King.

The Black King made an understatement, and with a touch of void, he used the rays of light as a wall to swallow up every flowing spear that pierced him.

……

Each move of the two warriors is vast and majestic. When the golden light comes out, it has the potential to open up the world, and it has the power to scorch all things in the universe. The indescribable power of the divine law is at your fingertips, and there is the light of the Dharma Wheel all around. , the meaning of destruction, the mysterious Dao pattern flowing, containing supreme mystery.

Lingling didn't know how to describe what she saw. She only knew that her mouth had never been closed.

She didn't know where this place was, and she didn't know who these people were, but with such powerful magical skills, she knew they were definitely not extraordinary people.

god! This word appeared in her mind for the first time.

God's Kung Fu is a divine skill!

Want to learn! She wants to learn so much!

Lingling's eyes glowed brightly. He watched carefully and realized many insights, which benefited him a lot. After a while, he 'stolenly learned' the martial arts skills of the two golden armored men, and then he was completely immersed in this shocking scene. in the realm.

Little did she know, the golden spot left by the man in golden armor on her forehead was shining brightly, with mysterious and ancient obscure Taoist patterns flowing on it.

The aura in Penglai Xianju Mountain is gradually converging into a long river of stars, constantly flowing into that golden dao pattern.