"It's strange, how could there be a portrait of the Immortal God in a demihuman place?" Bai Cangdong felt strange in his heart. He had only seen the Immortal God in some strange places left by the Holy Emperor before.
"Do these demi-humans have anything to do with the Holy Emperor? By the way, it's not said that the Holy Emperor is not a pure human being, but a demi-human. Are these demi-humans members of the Holy Emperor?" Bai Candong looked carefully at the words on the stone tablet.
Engraved portrait.
The portrait engraved on the stone tablet seems to be a story. It starts with a person, and then the person's body does not know what happened, as if it was divided by five horses, and then disappears.
Further down, the Immortal God appears, holding a skull in his hand. Under the Immortal God are many people kneeling, seemingly praying to the Immortal God.
Then the Immortal God raised the skull high, and then it was gone.
"What does this mean? Could it be that the person who looks like he was cut into pieces by five horses is the Holy Emperor? It doesn't seem like it.
The Immortal God is a legendary god. Although the Holy Emperor is ancient, it is impossible for him to be born in the mythical age when the Immortal God existed. The gods will not care about the body of a mortal. Even if this mortal is a saint, the gods will not.
It is necessary to hold his head like that." Bai Cangdong was puzzled.
I really don’t understand what the painting on the stele is trying to express. It doesn’t seem to have anything to do with the Holy Emperor.
Suddenly, Bai Candong thought of the skull tattoo on his palm. At this time, the skull tattoo was still heating up, but the heat did not become very strong.
Originally, Bai Candong guessed that Hualong Mountain at the end of the Changlong Road was affecting the skull tattoo on his palm, but now it seems that this is not the case. He is already at the top of Hualong Mountain, and the skull pattern on his palm is still not very strong.
reaction.
"What exactly affects the skull tattoo?" Bai Candong couldn't help but frowned.
Bai Candong didn't find any clues on the stone tablet, so he walked around the top of the mountain. Although there were mysterious symbols carved on the altar in many places, Bai Candong couldn't understand the meaning of those symbols at all, so there was nothing wrong with it.
No.
In addition to the stone tablet, what is of some research significance to Bai Candong is the Shenglong Bell. The body of the bell is like pig iron, with some patterns cast on the outside.
It is indeed a dragon pattern, somewhat like a real Chinese dragon, but there are some slight differences. For example, this dragon is coiled on the clock body, but it has no horns or claws. It is more like a dragon than a dragon.
Like a big snake.
"What kind of dragon is the pattern cast on this clock?" Bai Cangdong couldn't figure out the reason, so he asked the ghost dragon beside him.
"Ghost Dragon." Ghost Dragon said calmly.
"Ghost Dragon?" Bai Cangdong looked at Ghost Dragon in confusion. His name was also called Ghost Dragon, which was the same name as the dragon on the Shenglong Bell.
"The people in the Nine Sects of Suppression Dragon are all ghosts. Only ghosts can live in the Dragon Burying Mountains. Only ghosts can suppress the Changlong Dao. The people who patrol the Changlong Dao are ghost dragons, and they have been ghost dragons for generations."
Long said with deep eyes.
Bai Cangdong understood some of it, but not most of it. Guilong also refused to explain more. He kept looking at the outside of Hualong Mountain, and his brows gradually wrinkled.
"What's wrong?" Bai Cangdong asked doubtfully.
"It's been half a day since the Nine Rings of the Dragon. It stands to reason that the people from the Nine Sects of Dragon Suppression should be here soon." Guilong frowned and said.
"Aren't you from Zhenlong Jiumen? Don't you know what they are doing?" Bai Cangdong asked.
"I am Ghost Dragon. Ghost Dragon patrols the road and cannot take half a step away from Changlong Road. How can I possibly know what they are doing." Ghost Dragon said.
Bai Cangdong was stunned when he heard this, and continued to ask: "Then how long has it been since you returned to Zhenlong Valley?"
"It has been more than 1,300 years now." Guilong replied.
Bai Cangdong suddenly stared at Guilong with wide eyes: "You haven't been back to Zhenlong Valley for more than 1,300 years. Isn't it possible that no one from Zhenlong Nine Gates in Zhenlong Valley came to see you?"
There was a complex look in Guilong's eyes and he did not answer Bai Candong, but Bai Candong already understood the answer.
"More than 1,300 years is really too long. Such a long time is enough to change a lot of things. Maybe the Nine Sects of Zhenlong are already different from before. I'm afraid they don't know such rules anymore. You just knock on them again."
The clock is useless, I think we can just forget it." Bai Cangdong was secretly happy. If it really ended like this, it would be a great good thing for him. He didn't want to be a high priest.
Guilong ignored Bai Cangdong and just sat there quietly waiting. However, the longer he waited, the tighter his frown became.
After waiting for two days and two nights, not a single person climbed up Hualong Mountain.
"Let's go." Guilong suddenly stood up and said.
"Where to go?" Bai Cangdong asked quickly.
"Zhenlong Valley." Ghost Dragon's face showed an indescribable anger.
Although Bai Candong was very reluctant, he was still led away from Hualong Mountain by the ghost dragon. The ghost dragon ship sank directly into the sea of clouds and flew towards the real Dragon Burial Mountain Range.
After only flying for about a day, the ghost dragon boat stopped at a small valley. The valley was too small for the ghost dragon boat to go in. After the ghost dragon took the ghost dragon boat, he and Bai Candong walked into it.
In the valley.
"Is this the Zhenlong Valley?" Bai Candong looked at this place that was a little bigger than his hand. It was too small to play a game of football. How could it be where the Nine Gates of Zhenlong mentioned by Guilong were located.
Ghost Dragon looked indifferent and ignored Bai Cangdong. He walked to the end of the valley, where a huge mountain wall blocked the way for the two of them.
Guilong pressed one hand on the mountain wall, and felt a blue light like thunder and lightning appear on the mountain wall, which suddenly flicked Guilong's palm away.
"What happened? Why was the entrance to Zhenlong Valley closed?" Guilong's face became even more ugly.
"Is there someone who wants to trap the people in Zhenlong Valley to death?" Bai Candong said.
"This is a ban within Zhenlong Valley and can only be opened by one of our own people inside." Guilong said.
"Then it is said that the people of Zhenlong Valley naturally sealed the entrance. Is there any other entrance to Zhenlong Valley?" Bai Cangdong thought for a while and asked.
"No, there is only one portal, and there is no other way to enter Zhenlong Valley. Only when encountering a strong enemy will the door be sealed, so that Zhenlong Valley is isolated from the world, and no one can enter Zhenlong Valley again.
." Guilong's face became very strange, a little angry, a little unwilling, and more of an indescribable emotion.
"In that case, there is nothing we can do. It seems that I can't become a high priest." Bai Cangdong was secretly happy. It was a good thing that he couldn't get in. He didn't want to be a high priest anyway.
"You have to go in even if you can't." Guilong's eyes flashed coldly, and a faint blue divine light suddenly appeared on his fists.