Bone Throne

Although I don't know what kind of monster's bloodline Lan Mo has, but his blood is really effective in healing Nangong Yin's internal wounds. Nangong Yin only drank some and adjusted his breath, and the injury was mostly healed .

To prevent Lan Mo from continuing to self-mutilate and bleed him, Nangong Yin only said "enough" to the doubtful eyes cast by him and stopped talking.Lan Mo hesitated for a moment, did not insist, and lay silently on the side licking the wound.

Nangong Yin rested for a while, and his physical strength recovered a lot. Not to mention how much fighting power he had, at least he had the strength to escape.After thinking about it, Nangong Yin suddenly took out the sheepskin scroll from Zhu Mingjie. He was more curious about this sheepskin scroll than ever before, what was hidden in it, so many masters flocked to it.

The sheepskin roll was quietly laid flat on Nangong Yin's lap, still looking unpretentious, no matter how Nangong Yin looked at it, there was nothing special about it, but this was precisely its most special feature.

Nangong Yin's slender fingers flitted through the smooth and complicated ancient characters of the Mozu. The touch of the fingertips was as delicate as suet jade, and it also produced a weak energy shock. Although it was slight, Nangong Yin could clearly feel.

This sheepskin scroll is indeed not as simple as it looks on the surface. It has energy shocks, which means that there is indeed something hidden inside, and it has also used a powerful force to set up a shielding formation, and maybe set up a self-destruct formation. If you want to Forcibly peeking at the things inside the formation, the entire parchment will be destroyed in an instant, and the gain outweighs the loss.

Naturally, Nangong Yin would not do such a stupid thing. He carefully stroked every demon character on the parchment scroll with his fingers, and seemed to have figured out some tricks after counting it. After a while, he opened his mouth and read it in the demon language these words.

The language of the Demon Race is recognized as one of the languages ​​with the best pronunciation on the Wenya Continent. It is comparable to Elf Language and Dragon Language. Now it is read by Nangong Yin, with a deep and soft voice, and the speed of speech is neither urgent nor slow. His cello-like elegant voice coupled with the moving charm of the language itself made Lan Mo mesmerized.

As Nangong Yin read aloud, the words on the sheepskin scroll suddenly flowed like water waves. Looking carefully, it was not the words that were moving, but the power contained in the sheepskin scroll emerged and gathered together, slowly as if alive. fluctuation.

Nangong Yin didn't seem to care about this, and just continued to read.In his moving voice, the sheepskin scroll faded from its original dull and simple color as if reborn, and became white and delicate like jade.The power in the sheepskin roll flowed down Nangong Yin's hand to the ground. Because of the influx of this power, the dark brown land unexpectedly grew green grass and bloomed bright flowers. The fragrance flowed in the air, thinly You can still hear the soft ding-dong of the spring water.

The rich power of life condensed into butterflies with somewhat illusory shapes, bringing strips of silver light to dance around Nangong Yin, illuminating the dark forest and turning this small area into a forest like the forest of elves. Beautiful world.

The text on the parchment scroll was not long, even if Nangong Yin spoke a few minutes slower, he could finish reading it.But after his voice stopped, the scene didn't disappear. Nangong Yin stretched out his hand, and soon a butterfly rested on the finger that was suspended in the air.The butterfly touched Nangong Yin's fingertips with its tentacles very spiritually, and then turned into a breath of fresh air and merged into Nangong Yin's body.

Nangong Yin only felt a chill in his body, and the remaining wounds in his viscera melted away as quickly as snow meets boiling water when they met this fresh air, and he was completely healed in a short while.

It is said that the power of life has been cultivated to the extreme to have the miraculous effect of life and death, human flesh and bones, but after the disappearance of the Lord of Light, there has been no power of life on Wenya Continent. I did not expect that the power hidden in the parchment has long since disappeared. This discovery made Nangong Yin, who was already prepared, stunned for a moment.

But... the power of life belongs to the Lord of Light. Why is the parchment containing the power of life recorded in the language of the demons?

But the change of the sheepskin scroll was not over yet. When all the power in the sheepskin scroll emerged, the sheepskin scroll suddenly separated from Nangong Yin's hand and floated in the air. Regroups in mid-air and becomes a whole new chapter seconds later.

Nangong Yin's eyes widened in astonishment, he got up and walked to the glittering golden text, and involuntarily reached out his hand to touch the mysterious words, a weak suction came from his fingertips, and those glittering golden words spun and melted into Nangong Yin's hands .

Nangong Yin closed his eyes, he felt a cold air flow pouring into his body from his fingertips, and then slowly spread out, blending into every corner of his body.At the same time, a map suddenly appeared in his mind, followed by a passage of words that rang in his ears.It was this passage that made Nangong Yin understand why the sheepskin scrolls were chased by so many masters.

"Whoever gets the parchment will be qualified to enter the Guangming Tomb. Whoever gets the map and power inside the parchment will get the key to enter the Guangming Tomb."

The Ancient Tomb of Light, according to legend...the place where the Lord of Light appeared for the last time.

Nangong Yin carefully wrote down the map printed in his mind before opening his eyes. The parchment scroll that had lost its light fell back into Nangong Yin's hand again. There were still demon characters on it, but reaching out to touch it was no longer the same as before. The feeling of power shock.

The butterflies transformed by the power of life around her body were still flying around Nangong Yin, and Nangong Yin was hesitating about how to deal with them, when Zhu Mingjie suddenly felt a faint induction.

Nangong Yin bowed his head thoughtfully, and took out the Yintian Bow from Zhu Mingjie, the induction came from it.

As soon as Yintian Gong left Zhu Mingjie, it spontaneously lit up with silver light, which complemented the butterflies formed by the power of life floating in the air. Walking down from the bow is normal, very strange.

After the hidden sky bow appeared, the butterflies hovering around Nangong Yin suddenly flew towards it, fluttering their wings and landed on it, covering the entire hidden sky bow completely for a while, and after a while, the butterflies with all their spiritual power All turned into silver airflow and merged into the hidden sky bow.

"Eh?" Nangong Yin's eyes narrowed.Such a thing happened unexpectedly, he didn't expect Yintian Bow to be able to absorb the power of life.Soon, Nangong Yin found a small white rose flower on the Yintian Bow.

The white rose seems to be the symbol of the Lord of Light?

Nangong Yin bent his fingers slightly, and the Yintian Bow fell into his hand, drawn by invisible suction.With his other hand, he lightly stroked every pattern on the Yintian Bow, and countless strands of spiritual power overflowed from him like filaments, and most of them tried to penetrate into the Yintian Bow to spy on them as his fingers stroked. The secrets in it were all blocked by an unknown force.However, although the mystery of the hidden sky bow cannot be detected, Nangong Yin can still sense the vast power hidden in the hidden sky bow.

It seems that he really has a lot of treasures in his hand.From the first Zhu Mingjie, then the magic staff obtained in the Death Mountain, to the broken sword from the auction, to the later Yintian bow and the current sheepskin scroll, he owns several other items in his lifetime. He might never see a treasure once, and the process didn't seem to be too tortuous, as if someone was protecting and guiding him in the dark, but the strange thing is that Nangong Yin, who hates being manipulated the most, doesn't dislike this feeling.

The power of life in the air has merged into the hidden sky bow together with the spiritual power butterfly, and the woods became dark again. Only the green grass and bright flowers under him could prove that what happened just now was not a dream.

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It only takes one blow to destroy Toya City for some strong people, but rebuilding Toya City is much more difficult, even if someone pays full compensation.Fortunately, the funds are sufficient, as long as they are given a little time, there is no problem in returning to the original state.

When Toya City recovered one-third of the time, a new force entered the Toya City that had not been fully recovered when everyone did not expect it. The leader of this force was a masked green shirt A man with a gentle and elegant demeanor that makes people feel like a spring breeze. He doesn't seem to be a threat, but his strength is superior.

The old man who was following the man in the green shirt was the owner of the Yuelan shop. His name was Feyla. He was once one of the strongest in the mercenary world. But then he suddenly retired for unknown reasons and remained silent for more than 20 years. Step into the eyes of the world again.Before Foyla retired, he was already a sixth-level warrior. Although he was not a villain, he was not a good person, and he had done many unacceptable things.His appearance made many people feel uneasy.

However, the man in the blue shirt was more eye-catching. What kind of noble status would he have if he could make the proud Foyla follow him with his high head lowered?

The man in the green shirt who has been talked about by everyone is sitting in a courtyard at this time, the mask covers most of his face, only revealing a pair of deep black eyes, which contain a gentle smile, but Foy who is kneeling on the ground La felt cold all over.

"You said that you gave the parchment to a young man, and he is likely to be the descendant of the Lord of Darkness that we have been looking for for many years?" The man in the green shirt raised the corners of his mouth, his smile was light, and his voice was as soft as a lover's whisper, " Do you have proof?"

Foyla's body was shaking like sifting chaff, the evil god who used to wipe out a large mercenary group without blinking an eye was extremely terrified in front of this young man who was not sure how much younger than him, for fear that he would lose his life if he didn't pay attention.

"Master, master, the appearance of that young man is exactly the same as that of the Lord of Darkness! You know how unparalleled the Lord of Darkness's appearance is. It is impossible to perfectly replicate another Lord of Darkness in this world. The only possibility is this boy... ..."

"Inherited his high-level demon blood." The man in the green shirt seemed to know what he wanted to say, and continued without thinking, "But, this doesn't explain anything. You said that the appearance of the Lord of Darkness cannot be perfectly copied, Have you forgotten the elf king back then?"

Foyla's body trembled even more, but she didn't dare to say a word.

50 years ago, the incident of ancient relics on the Wenya Continent led to a reshuffle of the continental structure, and the Lan family became the biggest winner, which greatly limited the scope of their actions. It is precisely because of this that the people they want to find to investigate Things are moving slowly.In desperation, they could only use the road of trials as a breakthrough point, and lay dormant here for more than 40 years.

The person they are looking for is the descendant of the legendary Lord of Darkness. In fact, their organization has been searching for thousands of years in their generation, but they have still found nothing. They have no choice but to set foot in this road of trials opened by the Lord of Darkness himself. After all, if the descendant of the Lord of Darkness is born, he will definitely embark on the road of trials to the place where the Lord of Darkness sleeps. People with a purpose will wonder why they take the trial road so late.

Of course those people don't know that the Lord of Darkness has played tricks when he opened up the road of trials. Here, the strength of people who have the blood of the gods and learn the magic of the light department will be reduced to an unbelievable level. Only people with demon tokens can be exempted from this influence.Most of the demon tokens in this world are in the hands of the Dark Temple, the Mirror Tower and the Lan family, and some scattered all over the mainland have owners, such as Shui Binyao and Ding Yuye each have one, and they don't have one. , so the overall strength has dropped several steps, and he has no advantage at all in the trial road where capable people emerge in large numbers.

The man in the blue shirt propped his chin up, and his strength has also been reduced by four ranks. He can only be regarded as an ordinary master at this time, so his eyes are also a little hazy: "It is said that the Church of Light is easy to calculate, and a lie will kill the Lord of Darkness." Standing behind the mainstream, as everyone knows, the one who is really easy to calculate is the rumored Lord of Darkness who died with the Lord of Light."

With a sneer, the man in the green shirt paused for a moment and lowered his voice: "The Lord of Light, how could he be willing to hurt the Lord of Darkness..."

The author has something to say:

The exam is over, and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.I have been banned from the Internet for the past few days, so I haven't had time to tell everyone, I'm sorry