The three bronze artifacts finally lost their light, restrained their spirituality, and slowly fell on the table.
The bronze ripples that had been surging in the room like a raging wave also disappeared, returning to the bronze artifact itself, turning into the original lines, still looking simple and heavy, with a sense of vicissitudes unique to the long years.
Wei Yuan exhaled a breath.
Immediately, he felt a little regretful. The purity of the Sakurajima divinity just now was really unreliable. He was still hoping that it could last a little longer, but he didn't expect it to burn out in less than ten minutes.
This time, at least the imperial decree was passed on, but I don't know if it will work or not.
Unfortunately, the Sakurajima divinity in my hand has been consumed, and the fifth bronze artifact has not been found. If it fails, I am afraid that I will have to burn the divinity of the seal to open the connection with the ruins of Chaoge.
This thing is different from the Sakurajima divinity. It is very precious. It is not worthwhile to burn it.
However, if the imperial decree is successfully passed to connect the seal with the ancestral lineage of Chaoge, perhaps other ways can be thought of to contact there, or perhaps a way can be found to find the last bronze artifact first, and Su Yuer's help is needed...
Wei Yuan put away the three bronze artifacts, placed them together, and closed the transparent glass cabinet door. At this time, he suddenly realized a problem.
Chaoge City is too far away from the human world.
Will there be a delay in the transmission of divine power...
Wei Yuan felt that it was necessary to verify this idea, otherwise when using this kind of method in the future, it is very likely that the expected error will occur, and there will be an embarrassing situation where you have posed and mobilized the magic power, but you can't release anything.
If that happens, I'm afraid it will only embarrass the opponent to death.
Of course, before that, he may have to use his toes to dig out a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment.
Wei Yuan threw these distracting thoughts out of his mind, stepped back two steps, and looked at the bronze artifact. Xu Fu was still alive, but he didn't know how strong he was and where he was at the moment; he didn't know when the next large-scale sacrifice would be held by the Shang Dynasty, and he didn't know how effective the ancient mountains and seals would be.
Wei Yuan looked at the time. It was already late. After dinner, he went back to practice breathing. At present, his strength was far behind Xu Fu. At least he had to improve his cultivation to the level of the former Iron Eagle Warrior before he was qualified to think about these things.
Crouching Tiger Jue was a martial art created in the Han Wu era. Compared with the original Black Ice Platform martial art, this Crouching Tiger Jue, which has been improved by Crouching Tiger for thousands of years, is obviously more mature, but the experience is common. Wei Yuan practiced it more proficiently, and when he was practicing Qi, he temporarily avoided the injury on his chest.
Perhaps because he knew that his enemy was still alive, Wei Yuan pondered for a long time that night.
Then, the next day.
He stayed in bed.
......
Wei Yuan stared with dark circles under his eyes and reluctantly got up.
The water ghost was startled.
Brushing his teeth with messy hair, Wei Yuan in the mirror looked listless.
Facts have proved that you have to eat one bite at a time, walk one step at a time, and kill your enemies one by one. Even if you are a warrior, you will feel sleepy the next day if you don't sleep that night, and you will be hungry if you don't eat a meal. Wei Yuan washed his face with cold water to stimulate his spirit, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little more energetic.
Next, he waited for the interrogation results of the action team on the old man Sakurajima while recuperating from his injuries.
The penetrating wound on his chest was quite serious, and he didn't know when it would heal.
Wei Yuan thought while shaking the pan in his hand and turned the egg pancake over.
The egg pancake was golden, with chopped scallions added inside, so it had the unique aroma of the reaction between scallions and oil. Pressing the egg pancake with chopsticks, so that the bottom of the egg pancake was in close contact with the high-temperature oil, Wei Yuan thought in a daze, wondering how many days the sacrifice ceremony in the Shang Dynasty would last.
Since it is the mountain and sea world, is the time there the same as the time in the human world?
The mountain and sea worlds...
Wei Yuan put the fried egg pancake on a plate, made a bowl of winter melon and kelp soup, sprinkled a handful of shrimp skin, and took out the leftover ribs from last night to heat them up. It was fragrant. When he took a bite, the ribs that had been in the soup overnight were more flavorful. According to Wei Yuan's own judgment, it could be rated seven points.
But Wei Yuan felt that the food was tasteless for some reason.
He took a bite of the soft egg pancake and murmured:
"Monster beasts from the mountains and seas..."
Somehow, he thought of the appearance of various monsters in his mind, and he couldn't forget them.
First of all, most of the strange beasts were drawn by him, and a considerable number of them were dangerous beasts that could hurt people or even eat people. It was impossible to put these dangerous creatures back after drawing them. If they were kept, the tribe would still lack meat. People at that time had to get rid of them with tears.
Modern technology has extracted various condiments that can increase the delicious taste of food.
However, the meat in the ancient mythological period would taste good as long as it was roasted.
Just like, just like the two fish caught from the Huai River before.
The taste hidden in the distant memory emerged all at once, making Wei Yuan feel a large amount of saliva secreted in his mouth, and the stomach acid in his stomach was almost feverish. He could only swallow food in big mouthfuls to fill his stomach. As long as he recalled the taste, everything tasted like chewing wax.
At this time, he missed Yu even more. Although he only knew how to roast to cook, he could not help but catch anything.
When he was full and satisfied, Wei Yuan muttered some names of strange beasts in the mountains and seas.
After checking the time, he suddenly thought of a question. Another day had passed, and Wuzhiqi hadn't urged him to send a new spare battery? Not to mention the spare battery for the computer, the power bank for the mobile phone should have been used up.
Wei Yuan poured himself a cup of tea and sent a message to Wuzhiqi.
"Do you need a battery?"
After about five minutes, Wuzhiqi replied, "No."
Wei Yuan was surprised and asked suspiciously, "Really?"
Wuzhiqi replied calmly, "I am a god."
God is omnipotent.
Wei Yuan shook his head with a smile. Well, since he doesn't need it, he won't send it for the time being. Could it be that Wuzhiqi has changed his temper? Since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't care about it at the moment, and practiced breathing and meditation.
Under the Huai River.
Wuzhiqi put down his mobile phone and focused on the computer.
He still remembered that he had tried to charge his phone with Yinshui Lei before, and it exploded. Now he has found the reason.
His fingers tapped on the keyboard.
'The reason why the phone exploded when charging'
"It turned out to be unstable voltage…"
After thinking about it, Wuzhiqi continued to search: Working principle of voltage stabilizer.
Working principle of transformer.
Read carefully word by word.
In the era when he lived, the use of magical powers and spells was still extremely rough and primitive. Big and strong were authority, and power was everything. Now the human race has tamed thunder with various mechanisms and done all kinds of exquisite things. In his opinion, it is also a kind of spell. Since it is the use of thunder to tame, humans can do it, there is no reason why he, as a god, can't do it.
He is a god!
Wuzhiqi has his own pride in his heart.
He is born sacred!
He is the master of the extremely powerful god system and one of the four rivers.
The Water Lord of the Huai River God System is called the Lord of Misfortune by all things.
Then he lowered his head and continued to study the principle of voltage stability.
No one knew that the first time the Water Lord of Huaiwo took the initiative to develop a spell, the purpose was to avoid power outages when playing games.
So we have to develop a way to charge our own computers.
It would be best if a seal could directly charge the computer.
Wuzhiqi looked at it for a long time, and glanced at it by the way, and saw the related search next to it -
Hydroelectric system.
"Water? Can it also generate electricity?"
This is a good thing.
Wuzhiqi looked at it for a while and fell into deep thought.
Can Wei Yuan get a set?
After thinking about it, search -
'How can I get my parents to get me a hydroelectric system? '
After a pause, he added: 'It should be a big one, the kind that can be found in the image search. '
Click, search!
.........
Not knowing that Wuzhiqi was planning to study the magic of charging electrical appliances with magic in order to save charging time, Wei Yuan entered a very regular life in the next few days, practicing and eating every day. After the previous divine decree was used up, he used the remaining divine power in the seal to draw another decree to protect himself, and never moved again.
Just quietly waiting for Wu Yu and Yin Shang to complete the sacrificial ceremony.
But before the sacrifice began, another unexpected guest came to visit.
Dingling——
Accompanied by the crisp sound of bells, the door of the museum was pushed open.
Outside the door was Zhang Hao and the police officer who was tracking down the old man Sakurajima whom Wei Yuan had seen a few days ago. When the two walked in, Zhang Hao was already familiar with the place, but Zhu Hongmiao was a little reserved. When he saw Wei Yuan, he was a little surprised. Only then did he realize that the senior Zhang Hao mentioned was the person who appeared that day. He couldn't help but whispered:
"You?"
Wei Yuan was also a little surprised at Zhu Hongmiao's appearance, and nodded with a smile.
He invited them to sit down, and then poured a cup of tea for the two of them. Thinking of something, he asked jokingly:
"Zhang Hao, was what I said to you before useful?"
He was talking about his previous suggestion to Zhang Hao that he might as well reduce the experimental group by half when asking out the girls he liked. Zhang Hao blushed slightly. Obviously, Wei Yuan's previous suggestion had enough effect. Then he quickly restrained his emotions and thanked him:
"Ahem, Master Wei, your experience... no, I mean, metaphysics, is indeed very effective."
"But we came to you this time because of something else."
He looked Yi Zheng said:
"It should be you, Master Wei, who captured the person from Sakurajima before?"
"I heard Hong Miao talk about the situation. After thinking about it, it can only be you, Master."
Wei Yuan nodded: "Yes, it's me, what's wrong?"
Zhang Hao said: "The person you captured, Master, should be the head of a shrine for practicing in Sakurajima. He sneaked into Shenzhou and deliberately did harm. We searched and dealt with the things he carried that might contain evil spirits, and finally found some special, 'people'"
He stretched out his hand, holding an upside-down magic weapon, and then threw it upwards.
The magic seal was cast, and the magic weapon emitted a stream of light.
Then, a pale-faced young Taoist with bloodstains on his clothes appeared in the museum. His eyes were pale without pupils, and there was a dark mist on his face. There were bulging blood vessels on his neck, like a python coiled around his neck, rising and falling, which was frightening. This person seemed to want to struggle, but he was tied up by chains transformed from spells and could not move.
Zhang Hao said, "This was found on that old guy. He is a medicine man."
He paused and said, "He is a cultivator from the Taiping Department."
"It is a true teaching."
At this moment, Zhang Hao felt an indescribable change in the aura, which made him feel cold on his back. He controlled himself not to turn his head and not to look at the ancient nine-section staff next to him. He pretended to know nothing, staring straight ahead, and said:
"According to the instructions of the Heavenly Master, this person will be handed over to you, Master Wei."
The atmosphere was silent for a while, and Zhang Hao felt a little depressed and a little breathless.
After a long time, he heard the owner of the museum in front of him speak. His tone was calm, but he couldn't help but tremble in his ears:
"... So that's it."
"He is a cultivator of Taiping Dao..."