Seeing Yin Zhengliang's luck melting little by little, Wu Mingkong felt that Yin Zhengliang in front of him seemed to have become a medical king, and a breath that belonged to the medical king was covering his original breath bit by bit.

Yin Zhengliang knew nothing about these things, and under the guidance of Wu Mingkong, this aura replaced Yin Zhengliang with luck.

The aura of Yin Zhengliang appeared on Wu Mingkong.

"A day and night time is enough."

Wu Mingkong's method of substituting fortune was considered successful. The increase in time was only one side, but on the other side, it was more obscure and the replacement was more thorough.

"This is enough to hide it." Wu Mingkong was full of confidence, and the next method of continuous fortune was the key.

This marriage, fortune, and fortune are the key successor. As long as someone goes through the first three steps, Wu Mingkong connects his luck and continuously absorbs the other party's luck. In this way, Wu Mingkong's luck that replaces the other party's luck will have a source, and it will not be rootless duckweed.

Using this method, Wu Mingkong will eat the benefits, and the other party will bear the disadvantages. At that time, Wu Mingkong will use this layer of skin on his body and the world affinity of the Yin and Yang yin and Yang yin bodies to open and swallow it unscrupulously. If the luck on his body is consumed, he will change another person.

After all, what is consumed is not your own luck, but the luck of the person who is replaced.

Of course, this method can only be used in the copy world, and only the first three are used in reality. After all, the real world is to kill him. Wu Mingkong needs a scapegoat, not a consumable, although the two words are not much different in Wu Mingkong's eyes.

"Perhaps, the method of continuous luck can be slightly changed in reality, so why can't I become the protagonist?"

After Wu Mingkong completed the method of substituting fortune, he became more and more courageous.

As for the protagonist, Zhuge Yi can be the one, why can't he be the one? When he cheats Zhuge Yi as himself, he will accept it again, and maybe it will be done.

Of course, this plan is still to be determined. After all, this foundation requires the study of the last step of the continuous movement method before it can be continued.

"Let's go, let's go in." Wu Mingkong finished sorting out the method of substitute luck in his hand, and then said to Yin Zhengliang, who had been bored for a long time.

Yin Zhengliang's eyes lit up, and Wu Mingkong knew that this guy was not a settled person either.

He caught it in the air and threw it directly on Heizi.

Heizi rushed and got into the cave directly.

At first it was a cave, but the more you walked back, it became more spacious and it looked like a corridor. Only then did Wu Mingkong realize that it turned out to be an empty mountain.

The corridor close to the outside is rougher, but the more you go in, the more exquisite it becomes.

Wu Mingkong briefly read the flower on Heizi's body. Most of them were patterns, and some words that looked like prayer, but they didn't seem to be words inside Daqian, but they were cuneiform characters, with some unknown meaning.

From a macro perspective, this corridor looks like a snake, a giant snake covered with scales.

The more exquisite the pattern there was behind the corridor, the more intense the hysterical and crazy smell became.

Even Wu Mingkong could use Guixu's double pupils to eat this kind of madness in the air, but this madness is very illusory. It tastes like it has been diluted countless times, and it has no taste at all.

Normal people are prone to crazy and even hallucinations after staying in this environment for a long time, but Wu Mingkong doesn't care. His Guixu double pupils can feed on these things. What's more, Wu Mingkong's spirit is not normal. If it weren't for the darkness, distortion and chaos in his heart before, Wu Mingkong would have been unable to bear the madness, so how could it be left until now? These illusory madness left behind are not even a side dish for Wu Mingkong.

Fortunately, Yin Zhengliang, an ordinary person, could not see it, otherwise he might have such a little problem in his spirit.

As for Zhu Chong and Wuqing who were cutting the way forward, Wu Mingkong was not careful that these illusory madness would affect them.

Heizi ran along the scent left by the few of them and soon chased after him.

They were all at the end of the corridor at this time, and at the end was a brightly lit altar that looked quite majestic.

Especially against the backdrop of a bunch of lush white bones, it is particularly spectacular.

The altar itself is a high platform, while Zhu Chong and others stopped there and did not go to the high platform.

"Have you found anything?" Wu Mingkong asked curiously. In fact, what he wanted to ask more was why the lights were brightly lit here. It has been abandoned for nearly a hundred years. What did you do? Wu Mingkong did not see them coming in with any combustible items.

"There are some, I roughly understand why the Luo Sect recorded in the classics was self-defeated, and they all committed suicide."

After hearing this, Wu Mingkong frowned and glanced at the crimson white bones lying on the ground. From the subtle traces, Wu Mingkong also judged it...

Just judge a ghost. Every bone is holding a dagger in both hands and stabbing into your forehead. At first glance, this situation is like committing suicide. You roughly understand a ghost.

Wu Mingkong really couldn't complain, and this situation was obviously a large live festival. If it weren't for the fact that there were no fish-headed people in these corpses, or creatures with a face that looked like dogs and feet that looked like hooves, Wu Mingkong might have shouted directly: "Cthulhu, Ftan."

Of course, it may also be called Yogbobble.

"From...Silver White...World...Time...Ring...Snake, staring at me...Request..."

Zhu Chongzheng was reading a manuscript from somewhere, and Wu Mingkong heard the intermittent prayers.

"I said to Lao Zhu, can you stop bumping and bruising when reading? Is it better to read it smoother?"

Zhu Chong was also helpless about this. It was not that he didn't want to read it all, but that he really didn't know the words in it.

"I don't know the words I skipped."

Wu Mingkong was also moved by Zhu Chong's honesty and almost attacked. If you don't know how to do it, it would be fine. What's the point of learning halfway through it?

"I don't know anything behind it at all." Zhu Chong handed the manuscript to Wu Mingkong.

Wu Mingkong took it and took a look. It was similar to the cuneiform characters in the corridor outside, and Wu Mingkong couldn't even understand a single word.

Then he threw the manuscript to Yin Zhengliang.

"I'll give you some research."

Yin Zhengliang took the manuscript that had been through two hands speechlessly, but he didn't dislike it. He happily put it in his pocket. Books are good things. After all, he was from a professional school in the Imperial Heaven Supervision Bureau. Unlike Wu Mingkong who practiced martial arts, they were very passionate about books.
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