After saying that, Han Sanqian suddenly re-ejected a stream of energy in his hand, then condensed slightly, aimed at the entire wall in front of him, and then took a palm away with a loud palm.

The energy in the palm is fierce, but it is also extremely scattered and even. As it hits directly on the wall, the entire wall suddenly trembles, and a large amount of dust also radiates from all around.

"Crash!"

The next second, the wall fell off, and the dust flew with it was a golden light reflected in the eyes.

"Sure enough!"

Han Sanqian, who was shining by the golden light, had joy in his eyes at this time.

On the wall, as the outer wall fell off, a golden wall reappeared in front of Han Sanqian.

Through the more and more things like broken gold leaves, Han Sanqian soon discovered that they were not gold minerals, nor were they gold vessels, but more like wallpaper made of gold.

Thinking of this, Han Sanqian carefully observed the wall in front of him when he returned and found that the walls made of these stones were indeed quite flat and slightly bulging, so he had the bold guesses and behaviors he had just now.

As it turned out, Han Sanqian had good vision and brain, and he saw it right.

"What's this?"

But what surprised Han Sanqian was that behind this stone wall was not only a golden wall, but more importantly, there were many things carved on it.

When Han Sanqian added the energy fire to the maximum, those things also revealed their true colors.

It was a variety of villain paintings, and there were some texts around it to describe it.

"It's a martial art!" Han Sanqian frowned.

Every villain in the painting is doing various strange postures. Looking at it alone, it seems that it is a record of life trajectory, but if you look at it together, you can clearly know that this should be a practice technique of some kind of mental method.

Is there a set of mental methods hidden here?

Han Sanqian was quite surprised. When he got closer and looked at the words, he sometimes had to say that it was easier to see ghosts when he saw ghosts.

To be precise, they are something like words.

It's strange, but it doesn't move at all what it means.

But intuitively speaking, Han Sanqian seems to think they are words.

"Ancient characters."

Han Sanqian was almost certain of this.

"It's an ancient thing again. It's fine if those true gods taught me ancient things, but why can ancient words appear in just a small cave?"

"When did the ancient things start to turn into rotten cabbage, and they are everywhere?"

Han Sanqian was really angry and funny, this was too nonsense.

Many people may not be able to find these things even though they spend their entire lives. Even the group of true gods in the eight directions have such a high status and are full of legends in the human race, but in the end they can only get a glimpse of them. This is better, not only ancient ferocious beasts, but also ancient martial arts.

Moreover, they are not just one, but one after another, just like a blow-out nest.

Has he become an ancient recycling station? He is doing everything here.

However, the qi is returned to the qi, and the ancient things are all good things...

Moreover, the most important thing is that the three ancient techniques of the three true gods did not understand them before, but only passed the mental formulas to themselves.
Chapter completed!