Despite his preparations, Han Dong still couldn't avoid shock.

"That's right!"

"It is definitely a ruin of Pangu Nuwa's Atlantis era!"

Han Dong's eyes were filled with surprise, and it reflected into the palace in front of him, like a vast starry sky with stars floating around, and black crystals were covered with above and below.

At first glance.

It seems like an infinitely extended mirror, which makes people dare not step on it.

Han Dong secretly stumbled: "Fortunately, he was inspired to sense the strength of the black crystal ground. But the vision actually thought that this was an infinitely extended world, with a vast and infinite long-lasting meaning."

More than that.

The thousands of stars lingering incessantly, still operating along a wonderful trajectory.

Moreover, as the main entrance of the palace opened, all the star lights were lit up, illuminating the huge and empty palace interior. Looking inside from the door, there were twenty rectangular bodies that seemed to be stone slabs, quietly floating in the sky.

"Oh my god."

"The ruins of the times before the distant years have been in operation for many years."

The light cover that covers the ruins is incredible enough. In addition, the wonders of this grand and profound palace inside.

Han Dong couldn't help but take a deep breath.

With inspiration and internal force exploration, he walked into the palace carefully, passed the giant door inlaid with hundreds of door knockers, and stepped on the black crystal ground.

The most amazing thing is.

Similar to the external photomask and crystal diamond tunnel, the black crystal ground is also flowing, as if it is all composed of energy and energy.

“It’s so scary.”

Han Dong couldn't help but feel shocked.

The Pangu Nuwa era took place tens of thousands of years ago or even hundreds of thousands of years ago. It was long and long, beyond the existing human cognition... But today, the distant ruins that have just been born seem to be operating as usual.

Anyone will be shocked.

The years and time that washed away all traces could not do anything about the ruins here.

"Um."

Han Dong bent his knees and squatted, touching the solid black crystal ground: "There is no gray-white airflow."

After pondering for a moment, he slowly walked around the palace twice. The seemingly vast palace was only a few thousand square meters... Black crystals were covered with all directions, and the starry lights flashed endlessly, making the palace look a little vast and transcendent.

It seems not to belong to this world.

pity.

Han Dong, who had reached the preliminary conclusion, shook his head.

“It looks vast, but it is actually quite.”

"I was shocked just now and thought this palace contained a starry sky world." Han Dong could only praise his imagination and overestimated this palace.

Thinking about it.

Han Dong checked the interior of the palace again, his clear eyes showed a smile, and he glanced at the walls of the black crystal palace that were still moving, without any hesitation of the heat of the clear eyes.

Actually, he wanted to bring something back.

For example, if humans can refer to research and development and build tight war fortresses, it will definitely be of great benefit to the coming final bloody battle.

...

After a moment.

"well."

A sigh echoed throughout the palace.

All the time, those who have virtue in treasures have lived there. Han Dong thinks he is quite destined to be with the Black Crystal Palace, but unfortunately it is useless.

"The black crystal is indeed mysterious, but what's the use of not being able to take it away." Even though Han Dong tried his best, he couldn't cut the black crystal walls.

then.

He had no choice but to turn around and return to the center of the palace.

Twenty rectangles, some similar to stone slabs that record information, float out of thin air. They are engraved with wonderful and indescribable patterns, symbols, and a few subtle traces, which may have undergone many frictions.

The slightly sunken trajectory depicts thousands of characters.

Observe carefully.

The rectangular stone slab is about half a centimeter thick.

The edges and corners are shiny and round, and there is no trace of decay that has gone through the years. It is as new as before, and even vaguely shines on the face of Han Dong.

The first stone slab, like a crooked line, was wrapped into cotton, and I don’t know what to record.

The second stone slab probably wants to describe a sphere that is constantly rotating, with hollow inside, and a giant ball larger than the sphere next to it. The giant ball is still.

The third stone slab... The fourth stone slab... the more I get behind it, the more I can't understand it. It's messy, as if the lives of recording these patterns are a little panicked and panicked? At a loss?

I imagine that life in Pangu Nuwa's era might also be human.

at the same time.

It should also be hand and foot.

At this moment, Han Dong, who was inside the palace, began to think. The outside of the palace was still gray, and sometimes there was a flash of light. It was the giant demon of the ghost and the true man of Yukong.

But the gray mist covered everything.

Even the aftermath of the battle and the sound waves are limited to a range of hundreds of meters.

"interesting."

"What do these figures symbolize?" Han Dong looked at the stone slabs, a little confused.

After careful calculation, he was still a college student who had not graduated. He had only had excellent grades and had never studied the composition of pictograms.

His eyes focused on the stone slab and pondered for a long time.

Han Dong scratched his wise forehead and sighed: "The poor student also has a desire for knowledge, let alone me, Han Dong..."

He was confused about these records.

Why not record text and use pictograms to express inexplicable things?

In the era of Pangu Nuwa Atlantis, many treasures were preserved and they must have extraordinary wisdom. Even the technology of today's humans is not as good as... Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to communicate in pictographic language in the era of Pangu Nuwa.

"never mind."

"Tell me first, and copy it to our Chinese scientists after you go out."

Professional matters must be handed over to professionals!

Race against time, don't waste time here!

Han Dong's eyes were like lightning and looked like dew. He swept over twenty rectangular stone slabs, remembering the symbol patterns. After several confirmations, he stretched out his left hand and planned to touch the stone slab.

The door knocker contains gray-white airflow.

Then the stone slabs should also have gray and white airflow.

Bo!

As soon as my fingertips touched the stone slab, there was a slight sound, and the stone slab shattered and turned into a floating dust and dust.

“Huh?”

"The gray-white airflow didn't have time to suck, and the stone slab broke." Han Dong didn't feel regretful, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be outrageous if any thing could be kept for so many years.

It is obvious that the remains of the light shields, crystal diamond tunnels, and palace black crystals formed by energy are all intact due to the particularity of energy. However, these rectangular stone slabs in front of them cannot withstand the passage of time and become increasingly decadent.

He touched three stone slabs in a row and turned into gray.

"never mind."

"Look at what's in other palaces."

Han Dong changed his mind and left directly. Before leaving, hesitated for a moment, shook his sleeves and shattered the wind, shattering all rectangular stone slabs.

This is to prevent the ghosts and monsters from entering the palace and seeing these graphic tracks.

No matter what information.

Whether it matters or not.

It is best that only humans know... Han Dong is filled with inspiration, exerting force, and closing the black giant gate of the Black Crystal Palace.

After turning around, Han Dong looked around.

"So many palaces."

"Everyone comes one by one, there must be no omissions."
To be continued...