I live in a desert island property

Chapter 82 The past of Xuanwu (reporting results, and adding 420)

Early the next morning, Zhang Ming, who hadn't slept much all night, quickly explored the island with a black stone.

The frightening thing really happened.

In the mysterious valley, the scope of the mushroom forest has expanded a lot.

On the surrounding coconut trees, fungal organisms grew one after another. Large palm leaves fell from the sky, the bark turned black and yellow, and a gloomy and corrupt smell filled the air.

These coconut trees actually have a certain degree of self-cleaning ability. Even yesterday, they were fine.

But now, the colorful spores are slowly extending outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Something has happened..."

Seeing this scene, Zhang Ming didn't dare to neglect. While using the ability of "toxin removal" to eliminate possible parasites, he strode towards the cave where the turtles were.

There is obviously an anxious atmosphere here. There are not many sea turtles. The young and middle-aged tortoises may have gone out to hunt for sacrifices, and there is only the old white turtle crawling around anxiously.

After seeing Zhang Ming, the old white turtle's expression brightened slightly, and his huge head shook, as if he had found the backbone.

"Do you need more sacrifices? I can help you hunt some big fish." Lao Zhang picked up his ice spear and said hastily, "The mushrooms in the valley are overflowing."

"Ahhhhh..." The old white turtle shook his head slowly.

The two sides talked hard for a long time, Zhang Ming finally understood, but his mood fell to the bottom.

This time... there is no need for a sacrifice!

Because those two things in the center of the island will soon... decide the winner!

There is little point in offering another sacrifice when the balance is about to be broken.

"Ahhhhh." The old white turtle opened his mouth, and there were small tears in his bright eyes.

It means: they should leave, escape from this place where their ancestors lived for generations, flee to the mysterious area, and face the unknown tomorrow!

You guy, hurry up and pack up your clothes and run away.

The island is doomed!

But Zhang Ming was in a hurry. Although there were many unactivated superpowers in his attribute panel, the so-called "underwater breathing" was the only one that didn't exist.

Because swimming is the instinct of marine life!

They have long adapted to the vast sea, and there is no need to evolve supernatural power at all!

There is no "desalination" either.

Are sea creatures afraid of salt water? Of course I'm not afraid, and I don't need superpowers to desalinate seawater, but he wants it!

He hasn't even built a boat yet!

Where are you going?

Do you want to ride a sea turtle and cross the vast and boundless mysterious area?

With that in mind, Shimama suddenly rolled up "gululu" and rolled towards the altar in the cave.

"Hey, where are you going?" Zhang Ming bit the bullet and chased after him, followed by several other turtles.

While rolling, Shi Mama repeated the mysterious spiritual language and answered Zhang Ming's questions.

A mysterious history like a picture scroll slowly spread out in his mind...

In the vague and mysterious hallucination, it seems that there are people from the Flaming Horn talking in the ear.

"Hey, as powerful as Xuanwu, there is a day when it will reach the end of its life. If it does not break through the bottleneck, it will leave this world."

"Just in case, we will let one tenth of the young and middle-aged people take a big boat and leave first!"

"But after leaving our hometown, the power of the Yanjiao people is really too limited. Our race is just an inconspicuous existence in the sea of ​​demon gods. We only rely on the stalwart power of Xuanwu to survive until today...Compared to more powerful races , Yanjiao people are not outstanding."

This mysterious "spiritual language" is really too powerful. It can not only induce hallucinations, but also communicate without distinction. Zhang Ming has only mastered a few syllables until now.

Back then, it was Shi Mama who taught the "human breathing technique" through the mirage. In fact, it was Shi Mama's help to repeat the reading, and his old Zhang didn't have such ability.

And in this mysterious illusion, a tall and gorgeously dressed man with horns was talking to a young man.

The young man was concerned and was about to leave his hometown, with a look of mourning on his face.

"Your teacher taught you these words. They are not considered to be the innately good Flame Horn Clan, they must be united."

The young man nodded.

The middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes continued: "If you don't unite, you will die. It is indeed correct."

"But that's bullshit again. You have to remember this, unity... comes at a price!"

"The price may be you."

"After leaving the group, don't stand out rashly, and keep a low profile when encountering things."

The young man froze for a moment, and said with some frustration: "Father, can't you leave with us?"

"I can't, Dad is the Great Elder, how can you leave easily at this critical moment! This time you can only rely on yourself."

The two Yanjiao people moved forward all the way, worshiping an extremely gorgeous altar.

This altar is really magnificent and mighty to the extreme. When the sun is rising, the purple clouds are all over the sky. Between the clouds and the clouds, the morning glow sprinkles all over the earth. Fall into the world.

Immediately afterwards, the sun became brighter and brighter, and the bricks and tiles made of white jade reflected a brilliant glazed color under the sunlight like gold leaf.

There is no one around, only a few large stone statues stand tall. If you want to come to this place, it is not for ordinary people to worship. Only noble royals and nobles can come here.

However, the statue placed on the altar is not Xuanwu, but a... strange little sapling? !

A small sapling that is not too tall is only about 1.5 meters high, but it also brings a feeling of being indomitable.

Even in the hallucination, Zhang Ming still feels that it stands up to the sky. This feeling is really strange, and there is an indescribable feeling.

"It seems that the power level of the little sapling is also extremely high. It is an incomprehensible magical existence, so it is enshrined here."

However, this sapling was covered in withered yellow and spots, and looked like it might collapse at any time.

Before parting, the father of the Flaming Horn Clan taught him the last lesson earnestly and kindly.

Where there are people, there is politics, politics, system, and order; governance, governance, and rule.

One-tenth of the population leaves, which is equivalent to a new civilization, and he naturally does not want his children to fall.

However, this young Yanjiao man seemed to be an idiot who couldn't afford it. He kept crying, his eyes drooping, and he didn't have much confidence in the future: "Father... became a homeless person, how can we do it?" survive?"

"How can we find the New World? If we can't find it, wouldn't we be buried in the Sea of ​​Demon Gods?"

The middle-aged man said helplessly: "As long as Xuanwu successfully advances to the realm of the gods, we will have enough ways to find you again."

The young man said again: "Xuanwu, can you succeed? I heard from the great sage that the chance of success in a game with the sky is only 30%; and various sea beasts will also take the opportunity to appear and slaughter us."

"What if... what if..."

"Can we really survive?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, with a hesitant look on his face.

Thirty percent, yes, only thirty percent.

If it's 50%, that's all...

Thirty percent is really too low.

Looking at his son's panicked face, he gritted his teeth suddenly and made up his mind: "Forget it, before you leave, I will present you with a treasure, the source of the world!"

The middle-aged Yanjiao man was chanting words on the altar, it seemed to be praying, it seemed to be some kind of spell, and it seemed to be proving his status.

After a while, the small tree that was nearly withered gave off a faint light, and a stone that shone like a gem fell from the branch and landed on the altar with a "slap".

This stone is only the size of an eyeball, exuding a mysterious light like the sun, which makes people feel warm.

Even Zhang Ming in the illusion had an inexplicable sense of warmth.

But just for a short moment, this ray of light quickly restrained and disappeared invisible.

At the first sight of the spar, Zhang Ming realized that this thing is extremely precious, from the sixth sense and even from the bottom of his heart... He even felt a sense of security returning to his hometown.

This kind of preciousness is fundamentally different from ordinary supernatural wonders.

The middle-aged man said again: "This piece of the source of the world does not have much weight, so it will not affect Xuanwu's breakthrough..."

"But it's extremely important to you."

"It will protect your ships, reduce the chance of being attacked by monsters, and make your ships unsinkable."

"Never lose it!"

The young man excitedly took over the source of the world.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

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This little historical story ends here.

Shimama jumped onto the simple altar with a "patta", and trampled a small spore that had grown into fly ash.

After Zhang Ming recovered from the mysterious hallucination of "Lingyu", he frowned and rubbed his temples again.

The story about Xuanwu's death became more and more confusing.

"You mean...it is this missing piece of 'source of the world' that caused the failure of Xuanwu's breakthrough? Didn't the Flaming Horn man say that it had no effect? ​​Could it be that he was lying... well, it's not unimaginable, so Dangerous activities, always have some selfishness for their own children."

"What is the source of the world? Does every world exist? Is there any on the earth? Could it be Gaia consciousness... um, something after the death of Gaia consciousness?"

Shimama rolled a few times, but couldn't answer.

After all, it is just a repeater in history, thinking is not what it is good at.

Zhang Ming said helplessly, "What happened later? Was that Yanjiao man arrested?"

"The island is about to sink, so don't keep it up!"

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(In addition, explain a few details: The protagonist already knows the information about the mirage and Gaia consciousness. And in the later stage, when the attribute is high, Zhang Ming can already perceive "a wonderful intimacy", so he can know the live broadcast time of Gaia consciousness .)

(The spiritual language in Mirage was repeated by Shi Mama, not by Lao Zhang or Gaia.)

(That is to say, the protagonist demonstrates acupuncture guidance in the mirage, and Shi Mama can complete all the steps by repeating the reading. The protagonist does not need to communicate with Gaia during the whole process.)