End of the Magic Era

“Look again, maybe there will be clues...” Lin Yun is really a little on fire, I don't know what the King of the Caucasus really thinks. He clearly intends to keep his magic in the Northender world, but he does so many tricks. Lin Yun thought about it carefully and thought that one of the most important magical inheritances could never fly without wings.

Huh?

Suddenly a slight magical fluctuation came over, Lin Yun couldn't help but shout, and immediately walked over. At this time, he found that one of the walls was engraved with the alchemy array, and was distributing a slight magical fluctuation. This was actually a transmission of the alchemy array. However, Lin Yun was delighted by the discovery. Although he did not know where the transmission array leads for the time being, the clue about the Six Formula Meditation is still unbroken.

Trouble is nothing, the most important thing is to find the Six Formula Meditation...

“What's going on...”

Lin Yun stared at the transmission alchemy array in front of him. This alchemy array has existed for at least a thousand years. Soon, however, he discovered that the magic circuit connecting the source of magic on the alchemy array had been artificially cut off. He frowned and then took out the goose pencil, with ink, to repair the magic circuit.

Ten minutes later, Lin Yun sighed gently, put away the goose pen, and by the way, checked the transmission alchemy array again. Although it was a little too old, it was well preserved. At this time, a strange fluctuation came from the transmission alchemy array...

“Shit! ”

Sensing that fluctuating moment, Lin Yun couldn't help but take a few steps back. His face was pale and his heart was palpitated. He looked at the transmission of the alchemy array, and his mouth cursed a dirty word, which only restored some blood color to his face. The fluctuations just now are really scary, it's the smell of the Apocalypse!

In other words, the Transfer Alchemy Array leads to the Apocalypse...

Today's Apocalypse is reborn in Nirvana, where all the rules are so chaotic, and everything on the surface will be transformed into chaotic power, let alone Lin Yun, even if a celestial master reaches the Apocalypse, it will crash inside...

At this time it was sent to the Apocalypse, and died without knowing how.

Fortunately, the Alchemy Matrix was cut off by someone. If you start the Alchemy Matrix as soon as you come up, the consequences are really unimaginable...

Fortunately, Lin Yun was also a little annoyed. The only clue about the Six Formula Meditation was also broken. He would definitely not go to the Apocalypse. Although the meditation set is precious, it seems a little trivial compared to life. The King of the Caucasus was complaining in his heart, and that meditation was not good enough to be placed in the Apocalypse.

What should we do...

You know, he came to the Turan Mountains from Oakland for the Six Formula Meditation, and now the clue is broken.

But soon, Lin Yun put the meditation behind his head, stared at the transmission of the Alchemy Law Front, the King of the Caucasus and His Majesty the Long Legs decided to win, and disappeared deep in the Tulang Mountains, and this transmission of the Alchemy Law Front leads to the Apocalypse, which makes him guess, the King of the Caucasus will not go to the Apocalypse?

“Merlin, come and see, there is a dark door...”

Just as Lin Yun condensed his thoughts, he was awakened by the surprise sound of Anderfa, and then turned to look in the direction of Anderfa. There was indeed a dark door.

That dark door leads to the bottom, about a meter wide. As soon as Lin Yun walked in, there was a scorching air wave that caused him to wrinkle. He turned to look at Andefa: “Go in...”

When Anderfa returns to the Wheel of Wan Fa, Lin Yun walks into the passage, which is an ordinary staircase, but surprisingly, these staircases have existed for at least a thousand years, but there is no dust on them. The first step, let Lin Yun's eyelids jump, just now he clearly captured a spatial fluctuation, and it was very distorted. The feeling was a little strange. The step he took was like crossing from one space to another.

As he constantly moved his footsteps, that feeling of space distortion became extremely strong. Every step he took scared him into battle, afraid that he would inadvertently break into space cracks, and lose himself in space turbulence forever...

The further down it gets so hot that the sweat dampens his magician robe and the clothes stick to his body, making him uncomfortable. The sweat on his forehead could not care to wipe it, and he walked one step down the staircase downward, roughly half an hour later, the temperature reached the extreme point, his whole person was like a stove, his cheeks turned red, the sweat sticking to the magician's robe, had long been evaporated at high temperatures.

Fortunately, by this time he had reached the end of the tunnel, but the view ahead surprised him, and it was a library. Just walking in, that burning breath instantly disappeared without a trace...

A row of bookshelves are arranged neatly. Books are filled with bookshelves. Just as Lin Yun came in, he found that the entire library was spotless, not only the ground was clean, but even those books had no dust on them. This library, which was at least a thousand years old, was like it had just been cleaned.

As Lin Yun moved his footsteps, he quickly discovered that there was only one wooden table in the entire library, which was clean and nothing on it. This did not stop him from marveling. This is not the private library of the King of the Caucasus, otherwise how could there be only one table in the entire library?

Following a clue here, he had been able to ascertain that the owner of the library should be the King of the Caucasus.

Yu Guangguang, in the corner of the library, placed a crystal ball. With recent experience, Lin Yun knew that the crystal ball was definitely not a setup. After a little hesitation, this gently walked past. However, when he was half a meter from the crystal ball, the crystal ball suddenly revealed a bright light, reflecting a projection.

This is a middle-aged man, a magnificent figure, dressed in a magician's robe, with a dark spear in his hand. Although this is only a fictional image, when it appeared, it put endless pressure on Lin Yun. Over time, that pressure gradually eased...

Battle Magician, King of the Caucasus!

The first time Lin Yun saw the image, he already knew who it was. The legendary figure who stood out among the Battle Mages of the Caucasus, the power of the heavenly scale even exceeded the heavenly scale... This level of figure, even if it was just a projection or an incarnation, had the power of terror.

It was also the first time he had seen Ronin, king of the Caucasus, although it was a way of projecting...

“In order to get my last heirloom, I must pass a test. There are 37,68 books here. In 20 days, you will finish reading them, and I will test you...”

After that, the image of the king of the Caucasus disappeared without a trace.

“37,68 books, finished in 20 days...”

Lin Yun touched his nose. This workload is really huge...

Soon, Lin Yun found out.

The knowledge contained in these magic books is not too big a mistake, only a small part of it, there are some small deviations, can do this step, it has already shocked Lin Yun. You know, in this era, more than 30,000 years from the peak of magic, many things are still far from mature...

None of these collections of the King of the Caucasus are boutiques and rarely erroneous, and even the knowledgeable forest clouds have to be amazed. If this library, which any force gets, reaches the height of a cloud tower or a black tower, it's just a matter of time.

Every book on the desk was turned over by Lin Yun, and those deviations were recorded in his mind. Soon, the desk was filled with books. These books alone were enough to make a normal person look at it for a month, and Lin Yun went over it for more than an hour...

The day soon passed. During that day, Lin Yun flipped through the books on the two shelves. Those deviations in detail were all remembered by him.

After a dozen minutes of meditation, he regained some spirits and Lin Yun began to read books without sleep...

Two days…

Three days...

Ten days...

By the twentieth day, Lin Yun had already turned all the books over and put a black wire book in his hand back to its original position. If he sat at the desk thoughtfully, he would not speak for a long time.

This sitting is just one day. Lin Yun has been thinking all the time. From time to time, he takes out the goose pen and calculates it on the paper...

“King of the Caucasus, why don't you come out? Didn't he say he was going to test you? This is the twenty-first day...” Anderfa turned into a black smoke, drifted out of the wheel of Wanfa, glanced at the crystal ball from afar and said in confusion.

“He won't come out...” Lin Yun's goose pencil broke. After that, he began to bury his head to calculate what was going on. It seemed that the image of Ronin, king of the Caucasus, had nothing to do with him.

“He's not ignoring you, and he's not wrong. A man of his height would never believe it easily...” Anderfa's three strange faces, all locked their eyebrows, swept Lin Yun, but found that he ignored himself, still burying the calculation: “Merlin, what did you find? ”

“This library, 37,68 books, is the last heirloom of the King of the Caucasus…” Lin Yun nodded and didn't lift his head, and the goose pen in his hand was even quicker to write. Perhaps he is the only one who knows what the King of the Caucasus has tested him.

Yes, patience...

More than 3,000 books, one reading at a time, took 10 years, but it was only after reading all of them that the King of the Caucasus could understand his intentions. In other words, the formula of Six Formulas Meditation, hidden in more than 3,000 books, combines that knowledge, and then calculates and extrapolates to get the six formulas of Meditation!