Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

It's too late!

Professor Mo Xuan is also an experienced explorer. Before the corpse was discovered, he had already used perspective Xuan light to photograph it from inside to outside. He was sure that there were no anomalies and that no half-point living creatures had been detected before he dared to do so.

Moreover, before Li Yao's voice, the professor himself felt bad. He stopped the operation of the spiritual arm in time. The spiritual arm was clearly a hair silk distance away from the remains of the Pangu people.

But Pangu remains were like “activated”. In every gap in the armor, a large amount of brown light erupted. Some dark colors suddenly came to life, as if an invisible barrier had been severely smashed!

One time, in front of everyone, the illusion was crowded, as if the Pangu warrior had woken up from hundreds of millions of years of sleep, waving six arms and a thick tail again, in an unstoppable position, and jumped towards the Spark!

When everyone couldn't react, it hit the Spiritual Shield of the Spark, sending an audible alarm on the console, more audible than just jumping here and bearing the meteorite rain!

“Boom!”

Within 0.1 seconds, the Psychic Shield exceeds its limit and the Pharaoh unit explodes!

In the sound of the explosion, the brightness of the shield surrounding the Spark increased by an entire three levels, from the original milky white to the blazing dark red!

Fortunately, they pointed at the remains of the Pangu ethnic group with the bow, and the Xuan Guang drill bit above the bow, just drilled through a large number of meteorite sea, and was also in a state of standby storage. Professor Mo Xuan responded in a timely manner, shouting, and excited Xuan Guang drill bit to drill hard!

The drill bits are everywhere, and the remains of Pangu warriors are suddenly broken down into a flurry of cosmic dust, forming a stream of high-energy particles that penetrates the Spark and everyone inside!

The Spark is like a little bird in a storm, crashing wildly.

Li Yao felt that there was a vast river of magma running for hundreds of millions of years or billions of light years, pouring it into the deepest part of his brain, making him feel the boundless fear, anger, hatred and despair!

The memories of flooding deep inside the brain cells are awakened again.

He seemed to see countless giants, dressed in armor and strange shapes, flying in the stars and oceans, staggered, fiercely fought!

The dark sea of stars is gradually filled with colorful blood; the cold universe is heated to a boil by their warfare; and billions of roars can be heard gathering together and turned into thunderbolts!

“Pfft!”

Li Yao burst out with blood, feeling that his head had become ten times the size of normal. None of his thoughts could congeal up.

It's like one more thought, and your brain will explode completely!

Reach for it, and every pore in your face penetrates a drop of dark red blood beads!

“Psst!”

The smoke of the Pangu remains dissipated, but from the deepest dust of the remains, an enormous, huge, stubborn roar, like a hurricane, swept the entire Spark!

A large number of symbols inside the Spark system burst, all Phantom units failed, the lights were dim, and the flames were everywhere!

The “storm” lasted for a minute.

But it wasn't until 10 minutes later that three Explorers plus four Stars gradually settled out of their spiritual chaos.

The Spark's automated repair system started working long ago, putting out the fire and reinforcing damaged hulls, but the most sophisticated pharmacopoeia units required manual repair.

Only 77% of the ship remains intact, especially since the Psychic Shield is drained and can only be turned on again after at least a few hours of overhaul.

All seven were dizzy and speechless for a long time, immersed in a vast battlefield of flooding.

“Yes… a finesse hidden in the remains that lasted hundreds of millions of years and did not erupt until attracted by the spiritual fluctuations of the Spark! ”

Professor Mo Xuan's heart palpitated to analyze, “In the words of the ancient period, it is this Pangu warrior who 'died without meditation, resentment struck the sky'. We were so choked by this' resentment ’! ”

“Fortunately, the Spirit Shield of the Spark is strong enough to withstand most of the grievances, otherwise all three of our souls are most likely to be dispersed, ‘unjustly in the body, lost in the soul'! ”

“Is everybody okay? ”

Li Yao, the Fire Ant King and the four spirits operated their minds and conducted a self-test. After a moment, they shook their heads and took a sigh of relief.

After all, the remains of hundreds of millions of years ago floated around a pulsed star for so long, receiving pulses and radiation all day long, and the more powerful resentment was dissolved by ninety-nine percent.

That's why it's so fragile, crushed, powdered, completely extinct!

Seven people were only greatly shocked, and the slightly weaker four stars were somewhat unstable and physically unimpeded.

“Did you just hear a voice, like a roar of a bull? ”

Li Yao pulled out his ear eyes and pulled out a large mass of blood. He made sure he heard correctly. "It came from the deepest part of Pangu's remains, like a message, a sentence or something! ”

“Yeah, I heard that too! ”

“Me too! ”

The other six nodded and all received the message.

Professor Mo Xuan turned on the listening system on the Spark and retreated to the time period just now. In addition to the crowd's shout-out and the explosion of Fabao's unit, there was a huge flood outbreak.

“Psst!”

That's the sound of seven people changing their faces!

“It's the last words of this Pangu warrior! ”

Professor Mo Xuan muttered, expressing some excitement, "Let's try to crack it! ”

Li Yao had heard Pangu speak in the memory of the flood, it was not his personal patent, and many yuan babies and demon emperors had entered the state of “the memory of the flood" and heard many voices.

But neither then nor now can the meaning of these voices be directly understood.

Because Pankos use a more advanced and complex language system.

Human common language, is a standard two-dimensional language, one word stands for one meaning, a few or dozen words in a specific order to form a complete message.

This order is specific, either from left to right or from top to bottom.

The language used by the Pankos is somewhat similar to the "three-dimensional language”, which brings together countless words and overlays them with some kind of Xuan and Xuan law. It sounds like a syllable, if expanded, but it may contain more than a hundred syllables, and through tens of thousands of arranged combinations, it expresses endless meanings!

This linguistic system, though intelligent, is not something that humans cannot learn.

In the real world, there are many "spells, spiritual words”, all variations of this 3D language, or “descendants”.

For example, the five words "Urgent as a commandment” can be used to activate many divine powers, but instead of the five words being so simple, it compresses more than a hundred commands to mobilize and compose the divine powers, all to the extreme, making sounds similar to the five syllables of "Urgent as a commandment”.

Likewise, many practitioners like to shout out the name of the trick when carrying out the magic talent, such as “Five Thunder in the Palm”, “Chasing the Cloud Pulse Electric Knife”, “Purple Flame Blue and Xia Sword” and so on. It may seem very prestigious to unknown teenagers, but in the eyes of ordinary passers-by, it is inevitably a little... embarrassing.

Nor is it the deliberate gesture of the cultivators, but also the advanced language that contains more than hundreds of commands to construct spiritual capability fields and make up attack moves.

Today, there are more than thirty mainstream spell systems in the realm of cultivation, rather than more than two hundred spiritual languages that are not mainstream and that have prevailed in history and have since faded.

Professor Mo Xuan did not know the basic logic of the Pangu language system, but could only be violently deciphered in the dumbest way, that is, with the more than two hundred spell systems, go to a set, try to decompress the word "" to see if something meaningful can be decompressed.

“Since the Pankos are our creators, our physiological structures are very similar, all transmitting information through organ vibrating air, the logic of constructing our language system should be consistent! ”

“Two hundred or more spell systems, many of which were inherited from the ancient period of repair 40,000 years ago, have several languages of ‘living fossils’ if not uniform, leaving behind some features of Pangu language! ”

This theory, put forward by a linguist at the Academy of Fantasy, was soon unanimously endorsed by all Yuan Babies, and it took three days to infuse the master crystal brain of the Spark with a new divine talent dedicated to deciphering the legacy of the Pan Ancient race.

This is the first time to use it, whether it works or not, it is unknown.

Professor Mo Xuan inspired the Divine Spirit and decompressed the sound with more than two hundred spell systems that could be collected by the three worlds.

More than one hundred and forty of these spells could not be decompressed and only sixty-seven pieces of audio were decompressed.

Everyone held their breath and listened.

The vast majority of audio is pointless noise, with several segments that seem to exist in some way, but also fail to discern the truth.

“Noise reduction treatment! ”

Professor Mo Xuan repeatedly filtered more than a dozen times, eventually parsing three pieces of audio.

Each piece of audio, with only a few seconds, including twenty syllables, sounds frustrating, very regular, and should be a language.

In terms of syllable spacing, the three pieces of audio mean the same thing, just three forms of expression of the same message under the three spell systems.

But the three forms of expression, and the common human language, differ greatly.

“Girls? Like behind my back? Usu salad? Usu salad? ”

Professor Mo Xuan, the Fire Ant King and the four stars stared at each other, and no one understood what those syllables meant.

Only Li Yao shuddered, like being struck hard by an attacked hammer on his face, smashed into a deep, unseen swamp, white lips, sweat like rain, unable to speak for half a day.

“Li Yao, do you understand? ”

When Professor Mo Xuan discovered his anomaly, he immediately asked.

Li Yao swallowed the mouth spit and nodded mechanically, stuttering, “This, some of these syllables are like a dialect of the ancient times, popular only in a few remote and small worlds, because of the rich minerals of the world and the myriad concepts of metals and flames in these earthlings, have been used as working languages by ancient refiners for some time, but gradually extinguished some 47,000 years ago. ”

“By chance, I've learned this language before, I know a little bit about fur, and basically... I can guess what that means! ”

“Oh?”

Professor Mo Xuan and the Fire Ant King were overjoyed, and couldn't think of asking Li Yao's “coincidence of opportunity” what was the situation, hurriedly, "What exactly does that mean, this angry Pangu people, what is the last thing you want to say? ”

Li Yao took a deep breath. The blues on his neck spread all the way to his cheeks, corners of his eyes and forehead. His expression was a little confused, a little tranced, and even a little dazzling. Deep in his eyes, he emitted a deep glow, biting his teeth. Word by word: “Woman! You betrayed my people! I swear to God! I swear to God! ”