Walking beside Qin Cheng, Elder Jing's expression was a little complicated. Until now, he didn't know whether it was good or bad to choose to cooperate with Qin Cheng.

Back at the center of the cave, the two iron-eating beasts finally ended their torture for several days. In addition, they had just had a feast. Their eyelids were fighting before, but now they fell asleep directly.

Little snores came one after another, and its round body curled up into a ball, like a ball of fur. The little iron-eating beast actually had snot bubbles hanging on its nose, and it occasionally pursed its lips, looking extremely cute.

He shook his head helplessly. These two little guys knew that he would not harm them, right?

Otherwise, the vigilance would be too poor.

Resisting the urge to touch them a few more times, Qin Cheng's eyes fell on the middle position, his eyes brightening slightly.

"That black thing has been fused."

When I walked in before, this dark thing started to merge like water, and after a while, it has now merged into one body.

And it seems that it is not condensed randomly, but has returned to its original appearance and turned into a carved object.

With a wave of his hand, the thing floated up, and Qin Cheng took a closer look.

Then put it down.

There was a soft sound, and when the object settled in the correct posture, it turned out to be a black statue about half a man tall.

On the statue, a man sits cross-legged in a practicing posture, with his eyes slightly closed, his long hair combed meticulously, and a jade crown tied on top of his head. He is dressed like an ancient scribe.

"What is this again?"

Qin Cheng calmed down. There was no aura fluctuation on the statue, and it was completely black, like coal and stone, completely black.

The material is of course much harder than coal and stone, and even iron-eating beasts cannot digest it and it gets stuck in their necks.

It can also be fused and restored.

Perhaps, it is some kind of treasure left by Lord Xinghe?

Seeing that this thing was not dangerous, Qin Cheng reached out and touched the statue.

However, there was no reaction when the skin came into contact. The spiritual energy circulated and was directly bounced back by the black material. This object cannot contain spiritual energy.

With a thought in his mind, Qin Cheng directly turned his spiritual energy into a needle, pricked his fingertip, and a drop of blood dripped on the statue.

But this time, a black light suddenly lit up above the statue.

Whoosh!

The brilliance spread instantly and directly enveloped Qin Cheng's whole body. It even stung Elder Jing's eyes with tears and he hurriedly avoided it.

And then, when the light dissipated in an instant, Elder Jing was surprised to find that Qin Cheng disappeared into the cave.

"Where did I get sucked in?"

Qin Cheng frowned and was suspended in the darkness. Looking around, he saw nothing but vast blackness.

"Junior, take out my inherited technique, or leave."

Above the darkness, a thunderous voice suddenly came to mind.

"Inherited skills? Do you mean mysterious skills or supernatural powers?"

Qin Cheng waved his hand and took the blank scroll of the Heavenly Thunder Entrainment Technique in his hand.

This voice belongs to Xingzun. It seems that the statue should be a treasure left by the Xingzun, but it sucks him away at the slightest disagreement. What is this going to do?

"Ninth-grade Tianlei Yin, ranked twenty-seventh among my thirty-six profound arts. Are you sure you want to choose this mysterious technique?" The voice sounded again.

"What is enlightenment? And there are rankings for Xuan Gong?"

Qin Cheng's mind was a little confused. This was information he had never known before.

But the voice was very cold. After speaking, he did not explain Qin Cheng's questions and fell into silence.

"I choose Tianleiyin."

Seeing that he couldn't ask clearly, Qin Cheng simply decided.

Anyway, I don’t have any other mysterious skills, so I just want to try what this statue means.

Buzz!

As Qin Cheng finished speaking, a beam of light instantly fell from the sky in the dark space, covering Qin Cheng.

Then, countless star-like light spots in the sky continued to fall on him.

A loud bell-like voice sounded again.

"Tian Lei Yin, there are nine levels in total. I first learned about this technique in the Land of Thunder. Thirty years later, I gained some understanding and studied ways to improve it."

Immediately afterwards, Qin Cheng felt that something suddenly appeared in his mind.

Those were some clips and pictures. Above the sky, the man who had turned his back to him before raised his hand against the clouds of calamity.

In an instant, thunder and lightning roared, and the heaven and earth danced wildly.

Feeling the unstoppable power of thunder, Qin Cheng could not help but turn pale, feeling as if he would be torn apart in an instant.

Whoosh!

When a bolt of thunder fell, Qin Cheng's eyes went dark again, and his figure appeared in the cave again.

"call!"

He took a deep breath and sweated on his forehead.

Shock flashed across his eyes, and Qin Cheng drew out his bronze sword to avoid falling to the ground.

"Let me choose the Xuan Gong scroll. This is the original purpose."

Looking at the statue that was gradually disappearing in front of him, he felt a series of memories suddenly appear in his mind, and Qin Cheng suddenly understood.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, some changes have occurred in Tianleiyin.

Although the spell itself is still the roar of thunder, it has improved many aspects of the spiritual energy movement. Qin Cheng feels that if he uses it again, it will consume less spiritual energy, or it will be more powerful.

And this technique was renamed to the second-grade Tianlei Yin.

"It turns out that this little statue is for this purpose."

But what shocked Qincheng even more than the improvement of Tianlei Yin was this little statue.

This little statue of a man turns out to enhance magical powers or mystical abilities.

The significance of this is that the inheritance left by Xingzun is not a perfect version, but there is the possibility of subsequent improvement!

Nowadays, most monks are looking for more mysterious skills, but what if you can practice one mysterious skill to the extreme?

If I can find eight little statues and cultivate a ninth-grade Heavenly Thunder Yin, I wonder how terrifying this Heavenly Thunder Yin can evolve to?

Will it reach the power that Xingzun exerted in memory?

Can three or five types of geniuses with ordinary mystical skills be able to stop such power?

Qin Cheng couldn't even imagine it.

The appearance of the statue is equivalent to bringing another possibility to the monks. There will definitely be monks who will make choices in terms of quantity and quality in the future.

And this may be the situation Xingzun wants to see.

It's hard not to feel excited when I regain my composure.

Although I didn't get any new mysterious skills, my improved skills were also a great progress.

Seeing that Qin Cheng's expression returned to normal, Elder Jing, who was sitting cross-legged beside him, frowned, looked at the statue that had dissipated, and stood up.

The two of them continued walking outside.

"Aren't you curious what this statue is?"

Seeing that Elder Jing was silent, Qin Cheng suddenly asked.

"I know, I don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked." Elder Jing said indifferently.

"According to the agreement, the Xingzun inheritance is yours, I don't need to know what's inside."

"You're right, but you must also be curious." Qin Cheng smiled.

"certainly."

Elder Jing hesitated, but finally did not hide it.
Chapter completed!