285: Chapter 184 The Reason the Forbidden Land was Pierced_2 285: Chapter 184 The Reason the Forbidden Land was Pierced_2 Qin Ming was lost in thought when he heard it; any kind of substance was invaluable and rare in the world, actually made into incense in the copper furnace.
Isn’t this too extravagant?
The woman in white sighed, “Soone else sent it, pity, that person died and can no longer drink such Incense Mist Tea.”
“Isn’t that the case?” Qin Ming looked down at the teacup in his hand.
“It’s just the incense ashes reigniting,” the woman in white inford.
Qin Ming imdiately coughed.
Is he eating ashes?!
The woman in white glanced at him and said, “Although the aroma of the incense tea is less than one percent of the original, does it have so effect on you?”
“Thank you, senior!” Qin Ming once again tried to comprehend the Scripture aning.
He thoroughly morized this scripture and even gained so new insights!
This refined edition could be cultivated to the Fourth Realm perfection, but only part of the Fifth Realm was written before it abruptly stopped.
Obviously, the Ancestor Master believed that continuation would bring great calamity.
Even so, Qin Ming felt it described much more than what his family’s silk scripture recorded.
Because the silk scripture had been torn in half!
The Ancestor Masters believed that the latter half had major problems, that practicing further would lead to death.
If Qin Ming could obtain his family’s silk scripture, he should resonate with the complete text.
This was the reason he longed to retrieve it from the Cui Family.
Then, Qin Ming began cautious probing, carefully testing to resonate with the scriptures on the wall, wanting to discover more valuable things.
Sure enough, with an initial test, he felt like he was struck by lightning, his brain went blank.
It can only be said, that Ancestor Master was too terrifying!
“Hmm?” The man in black sensed sothing, showing a look of surprise, silently watching him from afar.
Subsequently, Qin Ming threw caution to the wind, each ti after feeling like he was struck by Heavenly Thunder, he would recover for a long ti, then try again.
The woman in white also noticed his abnormality, sipping tea and watching quietly.
She muttered, “Is this a Demon Scripture?
Others attain peace and enlightennt, but you almost lose your life facing the wall to study the scripture.”
Qin Ming was tornted into exhaustion, feeling dazed, he thought his Consciousness Sea was about to explode, finally resonating with it segnt by segnt.
He sighed softly, unfortunately, the emotions left here by the Ancestor Master ultimately only involved the erroneous part of the Fifth Realm, without higher-level skills.
In fact, this is understandable, as the Ancestor Master wanted to leave only the refined edition, naturally not considering more about the original version.
But he was satisfied too, this was enough for him to study for a long ti.
This way, he could proceed calmly without rushing into danger to the Cui Family for the silk scripture when his strength was insufficient.
At this mont, in the strange town, everyone believed Li Wanqiu was dead.
“I thought he was so formidable, as a Young Ancestor and Pure Yang Light, but in the end, just a pool of blood in the temple.”
“No one can help, I suspect even if Cao Qianqiu enters, he’ll beco Cao Shiqiu or Cao Qianhuo, either missing a head or part of the body.”
“The way you talk about him, if he finds out the true whereabouts, your entire Taoist lineage might be pierced through!”
Only Wu Yaizu didn’t believe the new friend he had t was dead, still waiting.
Soone advised him, there was no need to wait anymore, that person was already cold.
“Xiao Wu, let’s make a bet, if I win, can I stay in your small courtyard for a night?” A blonde elder riding atop the Four Tusked White Elephant laughed heartily.
“Alright!” Wu Yaizu nodded.
“Count in!” The Golden Horned Youth, who said he would treat earlier, also wanted to join.
Wu Yaizu stroked his beard, saying, “I really don’t believe my friend will die, what are your stakes?
It must satisfy .”
He was a bit dissatisfied, feeling the group’s words were too ominous.
In the temple, the man in black who served the tea left.
Qin Ming suddenly found the woman in white seed dangerous again, she was still not appeased and still wanted to beat him up!
“Senior, let tell you, so people outside often speak against the temple.
I think you should manage it well.
Just like that Cao Qianqiu, hating the sky for no handle, hating the ground for no ring…
”
Qin Ming noticed sothing was wrong and imdiately shifted her focus.
He felt that this woman in white didn’t have murderous intent, just a pure desire to vent frustration, feeling insulted.
He was just a young man being tornted, while there was a group of mysterious elders outside, who seed suitable instead.
The woman in white crossed her arms, propping her chin, looking into the Night Fog, saying, “It does make so sense, and if I accidentally poke you with a finger, you would beco a puddle of dirty blood on the ground, quite aningless!”
…
In the strange town, people witnessed Li Wanqiu coming out horizontally, body indistinct, shrouded by the dense fog, flying back into that small courtyard.
A group of people petrified, did he co out alive?
Wu Yaizu was pleased that his newly t friend was indeed not dead, then he began rubbing his hands together before those around him.
“Xiao Wu, co back quickly!” Suddenly, he heard his grandmother’s voice.
“Quickly, where are the stakes?
Bring them over, hurry up!” Wu Yaizu urged anxiously.
…
In the temple, it’s as if the splendor had all faded away, everything returned to its essence.
There was no divine moon hanging high, nor was there a magnificent and grand temple, instead, it was a remnant, wind-leaking, cobweb and dust-covered decaying building, about to collapse.
The woman in white stood quietly, sowhat lost in thought.
The man in black appeared again, saying, “You, how outrageous, why impersonate again?”
The so-called crossing from the divine moon was rely walking out from the black mist.
In terms of Qin Ming’s cultivation, he could not see through it at all.
“Xiao Wu is leaving, I think you should set out too, you can’t stay here any longer,” the man in black said to the woman in white.
“I still want to accompany you,” the woman in white’s voice was a bit low.
“It’s too dangerous, who knows what will beco of the Fourth Forbidden Land,” the man in black shook his head; his body had already perished, rely fragnts of consciousness remained here.
“Who exactly pierced through the Fourth Forbidden Land?” the woman in white asked.
The man in black said, “I don’t know, but very strong, unimaginably strong.
Other top beings aim to beco gods by subjugating special areas, but this person wants to subjugate the Forbidden Land, refining all the bizarre scenes, unimaginable!”
Either the Fourth Forbidden Land recovers, and that person dies, or that person succeeds, causing the Fourth Forbidden Land to vanish.
The man in black sighed, “Most fearfully, I worry this person’s goal is all the Forbidden Lands in Kunleng, and Kunleng is a legendary place, the implications are significant!”
“Child, you must leave,” the man in black said seriously and earnestly.
“Alright,” the woman in white nodded.
Subsequently, she rubbed her…
fists and palms.
This made the man in black pause, asking, “What are you going to do?”
“A group of Divine Travelers outside went too far, I’ll use the Divine Mace to give them a beating!”
The woman in white felt discontent, suppressing a stifled energy, and she also heard the voices from outside, along with Qin Ming’s persuasion, decided to change target.
…
In the strange town, a group of people murmured, wondering if sothing was wrong with the temple as soone managed to break through?
In the run-down small courtyard, Wu Yaizu’s grandmother appeared, extrely stern, looking at the two and said, “Leaving by morning will shatter the body, leaving by night will lose the soul.
Only at noon can you leave when the moon is farthest from you, prepare yourself.
I will personally see you off!”
If not, be like Ye Wujiang and the previous book, resting a chapter every weekend, or otherwise, each cycle reaching deep into the night taking leave, tentatively on Saturday, today is one chapter, tomorrow continue to work hard.
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