Reverend Insanity

The early summer night sky is beautiful.

There is no floating cloud in the sky, and the crystalline stars sparkle with moving light.

Sandalwood cricket powder appeared, replacing the position of dragon pills, and they sang a song of lyrical songs in the grass, by the creek, and on the branches.

Lights lit up in ancient Moon Village, seemingly distant from the stars.

A green bamboo tower rises in the night breeze, with a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere beneath the stars.

Fangyuan was not in the cottage at this time, but dived into the secret cave of the stone.

He knelt halfway on the ground, his right hand touching the wall and a blue moonlight in his palm.

On the wall, the original image had long disappeared, just like the stone walls surrounding it. If Square didn't remember the location clearly, who would have known that there was a power inheritance of a florist hidden beneath the wall?

More than a month ago, on the night, there was a mutation in the walls, and suddenly a concealment of florists appeared. The walls were first filled with flowers and wine shoppers, threatening to leave a legacy image. Then there was a line of blood, prompting people to break through the shadow wall, and a hole appeared. After that, the blood lines disappeared, and the power of the lingering magic on the film wall completely dissipated, and the film wall was restored to the ordinary mountain wall.

Although the legacy of the florist is known, Square never had time to explore it.

Because of the accident, he killed Jia Jinsheng on the spot and was busy handling the scene that night. Later, in response to the forthcoming interrogations, the scope of the activities was carefully set up and limited to the villages.

Until Jiafu left, the scholars withdrew their covert investigation, so that after more than a decade, the wind gradually stopped, and Yuan sneaked back here in secret.

The bronze sea in the know-how is slowly falling, and the source is mobilizing a share of true elements, constantly pouring into the moonlight tricks in the right palm.

The moonlight exudes a soft moonlight, and the moonlight flashes slightly. As a result, the stone walls are constantly reduced and a great deal of stone powder falls.

This is the fine manipulation of Moonlight Manipulation by Fangyuan, which was used when he first dissolved the stone.

This technique still appears rather coarse relative to the calculus. But for breaking this thick stone wall, it seems a little too gentle.

This has been the sixth day in a row, using moonlight tricks to grind the stone wall.

On the ground, thick piles of dark red stone powder have been piled.

Rationally, the soil of Qingmao Mountain is green mud. But the mountains here are strangely red and glowing with dark light.

Fortunately, however, with this light source, the source does not have to prepare the torch.

To the greatest extent possible, no tools have been used by the source. Hammers and pickaxes are undoubtedly more convenient for him to break open the stone walls, but then the sound of the broken walls will echo during the summer night.

Whether it sounds faint or loud from the outside, the source must prevent these doubts from appearing.

Details often determine success or failure.

For Fang Yuan, caution is more a habit than an advantage.

In his previous life, he grinned a great deal, but soon he was taught a terrible lesson. It is often said that the older the person, the weaker the courage. It's not cowardice, it's discreet patience. Five hundred years ago, the word prudence precipitated into his bones.

“Phew…” gasped, Square slowly stopped the infusion of the true element.

He was a little tired sitting on the floor with his ass.

The whole half-human wall has been completely trimmed three inches thick.

He wiped his head full of sweat, moving his shoulders and stretching his legs. As he squatted for a long time, a feeling of crispness continued to come from his legs.

Knock, knock.

The square button knocked on the stone wall again.

Listening to this voice, he was slightly overjoyed, knowing that the stone wall was getting thinner.

Close your eyes and feel the scenario in your knack.

Bronze Yuanhai has less than 20% left.

“Keep trying!” Square bites his teeth, reaches out his right hand and touches the stone wall.

The blue moonlight lasted for a minute and the square suddenly moved. He took his right hand off and was pleased to find that the stone wall had broken a small hole.

He stood up and kicked him with his feet.

Shouting, the hole widened, forming the size of a bamboo basket.

Fang Yuan cautiously retreated a few steps, feeling a depressing depression, gradually emanating from the hole, and then diffused into the secret hole.

The ventilation effect of the secret hole was not good, and the source thought about it and chose to drill the stitches and return to the outside world.

It was a while before he turned around.

The feeling of boredom in the secret hole is much softer than before. The source continues to widen the hole, sometimes with a moonlight trick, sometimes with a hand pull, sometimes with a foot kick. After a moment, he finally widened the hole to the size he was able to access.

Looking through the hole, it's a straight ramp down the ramp.

Initially, the tunnel was not wide, but the further down it was. When people first drill into the tunnel, they have to bend over and bow their heads, but when they get to the second half, they can get up straight and go a long way.

The walls of this hole are also strange red soil with a slightly dim red light. This makes the view in the tunnel clear.

But the tunnel is long and extends out of view, because for reasons of angle, the source cannot see what the end of the tunnel is.

He stood in the hole, not immediately, but with his eyes squinted and standing in place.

Strength inheritance, unlike heritage.

Legacy is what a magician left behind when he died. When the remains are discovered, they often get everything on the body at once.

The power inheritance is that before the magician dies, he does not want his genre extinct, or the Fukusawa descendants, or wants to leave a final mark on the world, and so on, set the level on his own to test the later ones.

For a florist, the reason he set up this inheritance was clear, in order to cultivate an avenger and avenge him against the Ancient Moon clan!

Those who pass these tests can then reap the benefits. A person who has passed the final test means that he or she has acquired a complete power legacy.

Power inheritance is naturally divided into orthodox inheritance and demonic inheritance, according to the camp of power inheritors.

Orthodox inheritance is often well designed and tested for later human spirituality. And those who fail will have no fear of their lives.

The inheritance of the monastery is complicated.

People in magic, often insanely obsessed, or ruthless, or murderous as hemp, cannot be judged by common sense.

Some of the monastic legacies are designed to test the mind. The mystery is so great that many people have been caught up in it all their lives, and painfully thinking about it cannot bear fruit.

Some of the monastic inheritance, simple to the extreme, is a secret chamber with bugs and stones placed directly inside.

Some monastic legacies, levels are cruel, and intermediate failures often mean death.

Moreover, the inheritance of some demon monarchs is a lie and a huge trap in itself. They adhere to the principle of doing things to the detriment of others. Before dying, they must work hard to design and pit others.

“What kind of heirloom would a florist have?” Fang Yuan pondered.

He has memories of his past life, and he knows all about the many famous monastic legacies of the future. But instead of this inheritance, no one had discovered it in his previous life, and he knew nothing about it.

“There's no real chance of a trap. Otherwise, the winemaker won't have to design the wall. But will it work? ”

Square picked up a pulled stone and threw it into the hole.

The stones collided in the tunnel, quickly rolled out of view of the square source, only heard a series of sounds, echoing in the tunnel.

Fang Yuan thought about it. The results of the stone-throwing questioning appear to be safe.

However, instead of entering the tunnel, he removed the stone powder and sprinkled it evenly near the opening of the tunnel just opened. At the same time, a thin layer was sprinkled at the stone seam entrance of the secret hole.

Then he drilled out the narrow stone seam at the entrance and left here.

In a very hidden bush a few hundred meters from the beach, he found the green bamboo wine that he was ready to bring. He opened the bar, poured a hard sip, and deliberately spilled some liquor liquid, wet his clothes and made it smell like liquor.

He went back to the cottage with the wine pit and arrived at the dormitory, just at midnight.

Often not returning overnight can be suspicious. That's good, going out in the middle of the night, coming back in the second half of the night.

In the search for alcohol worms, Fong Yuan had already done so, and with a priori, this behavior is not abrupt today.

The stars disappeared and there was nothing to say overnight.