Chapter 747: Dao Wenqu, Painting and Intentional Formation
"Keep talking." The skeleton man in white said calmly.
Bai Cangdong was immediately overjoyed. It was just a casual comment at first, but now it seems that he has really hit the target. This white-clothed skeleton man actually has something to do with Zhenlong Valley.
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Bai Cangdong's mind. He stared at the skeleton in white and said, "You are the Nine Sects of Zhenlong..."
Having said this, Bai Cangdong paused and never moved his eyes away from the skeleton in white. However, the skeleton in white didn't react at all. He felt cruel and gritted his teeth and continued: "You are the main lineage of the nine dragon-suppressing sects.
Right? Could it be that you are the current Son of God?"
After Bai Candong finished speaking, he looked nervously at the skeleton man in white. He had only seen the Son of God once, and it was when he became a child, so the Son of God would definitely not recognize him.
A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the skeleton man in white: "What is your relationship with Zhenlong Jiumen?"
"I am a life-and-death friend with Guilong. Brother Guilong also wanted to ask me to be the high priest. It was only because of something that happened later that I could not become the high priest." Bai Cangdong said.
The surprise in the eyes of the skeleton man in white became even stronger: "Ghost Dragon actually wants you to be the high priest?"
Bai Cangdong roughly told the story about the day when the ghost dragon took him to the top of Burying Dragon Mountain to ring the bell. After hearing this, the skeleton man in white sighed: "After all, the Nine Sects of Suppressing Dragon are still unable to withstand the destiny. This is also fate."
After pondering for a moment, the skeleton man in white took off the golden mask on his face, revealing an extremely handsome face. It was the demi-human god son that Bai Cangdong had seen in the Nayasi village.
Bai Candong looked at the demi-human god son and wondered what the demi-human god son's action of taking off his mask meant. Generally, when bad guys on TV reveal their true colors, they will be killed and silenced.
"Since you and the ghost dragon are close friends of life and death, why do you want to help the demon emperor?" The subhuman god asked as he glanced at Bai Candong.
"You should have heard it. When the Demon King called me husband, she was naturally my wife. I was just helping my wife. It doesn't make any difference whether she is a human or a demon. In my eyes, she is just mine.
Wife." Bai Cangdong said.
The demi-human god son nodded without asking any more questions, and his eyes fell on the murals in the stone chamber.
"This little life was finally saved." Bai Cangdong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"I heard that you are excellent in both civil and military affairs, especially in literature and art." After a while, the demi-human god son suddenly spoke again.
"Those are all false names, and people in the world just spread rumors." Bai Cangdong said.
"If you don't have the literary talent as rumored, you will have to wait for death here." The demi-human god said calmly.
"What does the Son of God mean?" Bai Cangdong didn't see that the subhuman Son of God had any intention of killing him, and how could it be related to his literary talent.
"Look at the blank space on the stone wall." The subhuman god said calmly.
Bai Candong quickly looked towards the wall. There were murals on all sides, and the only blank space was part of the wall on the left.
The blank space was square in shape, with a side length of about one meter. Bai Cangdong didn't pay much attention to it at first, but after being reminded by the demihuman god, he realized that there was indeed something awkward there.
But Bai Cangdong stepped forward and took a look, but didn't see anything special. The blank space was made of the same material as the surrounding stone walls. There seemed to be no mechanism, and it had nothing to do with literary talent.
However, the demi-human god looked around the four walls, and then said calmly: "This entire stone chamber is a great formation. If you want to escape, you must break through the great formation of this stone chamber, otherwise even if you can
Even with the power of moving stars and changing the moon, it is impossible to escape from this stone chamber."
"Do you have a way to break the formation?" Bai Cangdong asked quickly.
"It's not difficult to break the formation. The great formation of this stone chamber is related to the murals on the wall." Yaren Shenzi continued: "If I'm not mistaken, this formation should be the great formation of literature, music and painting. To break this formation
As long as you can describe the things on the mural in a concise article and resonate with the true meaning of the avenue in the painting, the formation will naturally be broken."
"Is this writing by looking at pictures?" Bai Cangdong was dumbfounded when he heard this. He didn't expect there to be such a great formation.
"You can say that." The subhuman god said calmly.
"In this case, please ask the Son of God to break the formation." Bai Cangdong is not in the mood to show off his literary talent here.
The subhuman god said calmly: "I don't know the true meaning of the painting very well, so naturally it is difficult to write an article that fits the meaning of the painting. If the writing is wrong and triggers the attack of the avenue formation, even I will not feel comfortable.
Anyway, I don’t need to break the formation to get out, so naturally I don’t need to risk breaking the formation. As for you, if you can’t break the formation and get out, you will be trapped here alive.”
"Why don't you need to break out of the formation? You can't stay here all your life, right?" Bai Cangdong looked at the demi-human god son with some disbelief.
"I have a method of spatial movement. Although it will cause some damage to the body, I have to use it as a last resort. It is better than taking the risk of breaking the formation." The subhuman god actually smiled at Bai Candong.
This smile certainly has the feeling of a hundred flowers blooming. It is really hard to imagine that a man can smile so beautifully.
Although Bai Candong didn't know whether what the subhuman god said was true or false, judging from his appearance, he definitely wouldn't reach out to break the formation.
Bai Candong had no choice but to look at the murals again, but these murals were really inexplicable. If he didn't know the inside story, no one could figure out what was going on. He didn't even know what the murals wanted to show, so how could he write about it?
What about articles with the same artistic conception as the mural?
Anyway, Bai Candong looked at it for a long time, but he didn't have any good ideas. No matter how brilliant the earth's culture is, it can't match such a picture.
Such a person looking at paintings and writing articles really stumped Bai Cangdong.
Bai Candong and the Asian God Son have been trapped in the stone room for more than ten days, but Bai Candong still hasn't figured out a clue.
Fortunately, he had enough elixirs with him, so he wouldn't be afraid of dying of hunger or thirst even if he was trapped for several years. However, it would be very depressing for people to be trapped in such a big place.
The demi-human son of God has been sitting in meditation and practicing, seemingly not caring about his own situation at all.
"Son of God, are you interested in playing a little game?" Bai Cangdong felt that he could not go on like this. If he was really trapped here for a few years, he would be suffocated to death, so he had better find a way to see if he could
Get some words out of the mouth of this demi-human god.
He always felt that the demi-human god son must know a lot about the emperor's tomb. Take the bone altar as an example. It was obviously an important thing in the emperor's tomb. However, the demi-human god son could control the bone altar. This was not something ordinary people could do.