Artifact

The air explosion spread into a circle visible to the naked eye, turning into a wind wall and sweeping away in all directions, blowing away the black oil within a hundred miles, and turning over the countless black rock floating islands suspended in the lava sea!

In this moment, between attack and defense, the sea of lava was full of red light, and the sky and the earth changed color!

And Night Thirteen, who was in the center of the attack and completely withstood the blow, did not move at all!

It can even be said that this attack didn't hurt a single hair of Night Thirteen, because before it approached the critical point, it was followed by the black smoke that protected him.

Although he took this move very hard, but in the next few breaths, Ye Thirteen's brain was still a little wooden, and according to the strength of this blow, he immediately understood the strength of the other party.

Jindan Realm!

Only the Jindan realm can deliver such a sharp blow beyond the visual distance!

It's just that this blow is not enough to hurt him for the current Night Thirteen.

The battle-hardened Night Thirteen certainly understands that the battle of high-level monks goes beyond the five senses and subverts the common sense of human beings, not only beyond visual range, but also beyond the senses, beyond time and space, and even beyond the dimension and consciousness, and every place from macro to micro is full of murderous power!

Night Thirteen, who understood this truth, couldn't help but feel a little depressed at the moment.

The opponent is able to attack beyond the visual range of the Heavenly Pupil, and although Night Thirteen is not afraid, he has a fatal weakness, that is, he cannot counterattack the opponent.

In other words, if there is no over-the-horizon means of attack, you will always only be beaten, and you will not be able to deter the other party!

When I first entered the Casting Mountain, I encountered such a strong enemy, what should I do now?

Night Thirteen couldn't figure it out, but he soon noticed that two breaths were flying towards the place at a rapid pace.

Through the pupils, he could see that they were two men in black tights.

One old and one young, one before and one behind.

The old one has white hair, is thin and small, and the young one has a fierce face, and is tall and healthy.

The two of them stepped on strange leaf-like utensils under their feet, breaking the wind like thunder and lightning, and they were still talking.

The young man said: "Uncle, let my nephew do it this time, if there are flaws, please give me more advice." "

The old man responded: "Xian'er, you are not good at learning, this time you are the prey of Young Master Qiu, or Uncle I will do it myself." You have to learn a little more on the side, but you have to remember that you must not be sloppy in doing our errand. "

The young man known as Xian'er was obviously a little unhappy: "Uncle, didn't Qiu Sishao's prey last time let me try it? Why can't I do it this time?"

The old man smiled: "Qiu Sishao is different from Qiu Shao, and ...... The prey this time is also different. "

"Oh?".

"I knew that you kid didn't listen carefully, didn't Steward Wei say it when he came out? "

"Ah...... This...... Xian'er was also happy for a while and didn't write down Steward Wei's words. This strange earth bone...... How strange is it? Aren't all bones like that?".

"I haven't seen this either, after all, we don't have the profound skills of Young Master Qiu. But well...... According to Steward Wei, this soil bone is white and pure, with fine skin and tender flesh, and the whole body is covered with stripes of ......."

"Scared, and such earth bones? Then his 'marrow root' and 'essence palace' must be worth a fortune!".

The old man pretended to be mysterious: "Of course, Xian'er, do you remember the 'white meat' that your father got on the day you became a master of qi refining?"

Xian'er savored it: "Ahhh

This old man and young man broke through the air from a distant direction, and the speed was extremely fast, so fast that after talking about a few words, it approached the range of ordinary people's naked eyes.

At this time, Night Thirteen was still digesting the strange conversation between them.

The problem is not so much that the two men speak some strange names and strange terms, but that they speak a vernacular called "ancient sound".

You must know that the vast majority of so-called "big brains" online articles and readers who think they "attach great importance to logic" usually do not care about or deliberately ignore a reality called "communication gap" due to their own knowledge limitations.

That is, modern people are actually unable to communicate and dialogue with the ancients normally, not only with the ancients, but even in the current world with more than 5,651 languages, of which 60 are the main languages, it is difficult for you to communicate without knowing a foreign language when you go abroad.

Those who understand the above reality will understand why Night Thirteen adventures all the way, and all the conversations between different languages are in the original language.

It's the same now.

Even though the human race is of the same origin, or even just different branches of the same culture in time and space, there will still be great differences after thousands of years apart.

For example, the opening classic in the poem "Zhou Nan Guan Ju" "Guan Guan Ju, in the river island." My Fair Lady, Gentleman is Good", read in ancient pronunciation, it will be like this:

[Tone] Guan Guan pinch loss (giu), Zaihad (dei) loss, oil loss (nia), stick armor hao loss.

Now you know why Night Thirteen has to make one more turn in his brain to digest it, right?

So when he understood what these two people meant, he suddenly had a thought, and he thought of a plan that would be calculated!

Because it is not difficult to hear from the other party's communication, when Night Thirteen was observing the natives hunting, there was also a person named Qiu Shaozhu in the other direction who was spying on the natives.

It's just that for some reason, Young Master Qiu didn't do anything to the natives, but became interested in the night thirteen who arrived later.

Or, as the old man put it, because Night Thirteen was "white, white, with fine skin and tender flesh, and covered in stripes"—in this respect, he was indeed very different from the natives.

The natives were dark-skinned, had long arms and feet, and were lean and lean even if they had muscles, and were a completely different humanoid branch than Night Thirteen, except for the same limbs and head.

But the problem is that even though Night Thirteen looks very different from the native, he looks no different from the old and the young.

Except, of course, that he was naked.

Realizing this, Night Thirteen suddenly remembered something "extra".

No, even if you're naked, isn't there still a black smoke enveloping your body?

Could it be that after passing through the ghost space and entering the Molten Mountain, this strange black smoke disappeared......? What was it that blocked the sneak attack of Young Master Qiu?

After a moment of hesitation, Night Thirteen suddenly recalled You Long'er's words.