4 Illusion Demon Assault "Wind, what did you see?" Elder Sahan spoke, his voice powerful. Not only did it bring echoes in the stone chamber, but it also seemed to release the full and surging power in his body, vibrating the air.
There are endless mountains and rivers in the sand table, and in the center are more than a dozen pyramids scattered at random. Since there are such buildings, the sand table must undoubtedly represent the land of Egypt. Soon, I
The Nile River, which the Egyptians relied on for survival, was identified, winding across the center of the sand table.
"Feng, I know the doubts in your heart. Come on, let us unravel it together and unlock the secret of the phantom demon." He let go of the scalpel hand, raised his arms, looked up, and chanted in a low voice.
He cast a strange spell. Following this, the brightness in the stone chamber increased by at least 30%, and even the iron-blue stone walls seemed to automatically emit a faint light.
At this moment, Elder Sahan exuded a mysterious and high-pitched power, like some huge stone statue standing in the desert, making people look up with bated breath.
On the roof of the room, in addition to the red symbols, there are actually many shining silver dots dotted around the stars. With my rich knowledge of astronomy, I quickly discerned that the distribution of stars above the sand table was exactly the same as the results obtained by the Egyptians when observing the starry sky, and among the stars
The distance is clearly proportioned and not bad at all.
Elder Sahan flicked the globe, and the huge sphere slowly rotated, with the yellow land and blue ocean flashing alternately.
The scalpel watched his movements silently, stepped aside, and kept blinking.
"The doubts in my heart? Elder, do you know my doubts?"
He didn't answer, he exhaled slowly, clasped his hands together, and walked towards me with a smile.
The lights went out again, and in the darkness, the stars on the roof of the room shone more clearly, and on the globe and in the sand table, there were silver lights flashing everywhere.
"Feng, I know your brother, believe me! Believe everything I say, they are of great significance to your life." He had already come to me and stretched out his palms to me: "Come on, take your
Give me your hand and put it in my palm."
I was shocked to find that there was not even a single handprint in his white palm, which was smooth and clean.
According to the ancient Chinese palm print physiognomy, people without palm prints must have been cursed by gods and Buddhas in their previous lives, and they will not have a good ending in this life. The so-called "divine secrets cannot be leaked", these people are making reckless remarks and revealing the secrets of heaven.
generation. Therefore, in the world, people who read fortunes, practice witchcraft and worship gods are mostly blind, deaf, lame, paralyzed and the like.
"Come on, come on...believe me..." His voice had a strange hypnotic effect. I raised my hand involuntarily and placed it flat in his palm.
"Look at...look at me...my eyes..." His voice suddenly became extremely distant and hollow, and a slow warmth passed through his hands. I stared into his eyes, which were black and bright.
My eyes were like extremely clear black mirrors, reflecting my slightly confused face.
Suddenly, there was the sound of slow chanting in my ears. I couldn't understand those obscure and weird words, but from the rhythm of each word and the tone, I could definitely feel that it was the sound of chanting, because those voices were similar to those of Chinese monks.
The chanting sounds of the nuns were exactly the same. Then, I heard the mysterious drum sound that I heard earlier in the desert camp.
"Elder -" I opened my mouth to speak, but a gust of wind blew in my palm. Sahan had already spoken first, but the voice seemed to come from his palm: "Don't talk, listen with your heart, think, think, I can know it, and the gods can know it."
When I was in the Vatican, a "telepathy" master in the Holy See once gave me the same experience. I didn't even need to speak, and the other person could hear what I was saying. Now, Elder Sahan is using something similar to "telepathy." "His kung fu is only several times better than that of the expert in the Holy See.
"Feng, all the secrets are generated around your brother. He is still alive, do you know? Listen carefully, you can feel his breathing, heartbeat, his voice... If my magic power is not damaged, I can even let you see his current environment, but it’s a pity...it’s a pity..."
I really seemed to hear someone breathing slowly and heavily, accompanied by a faint cry for help. However, in a semi-hypnotic state, I was not sure whether there was that sound at all. I kept glancing sideways into the room from the corner of my eye. In the starry sky above, in the southeast corner of the starry sky, there is a medium-bright star that has been shining violently, with a very fast frequency, and the white light it emits is mixed with another red light.
I have seen Mars in the universe through an astronomical telescope. It is indeed an ocher red color, like burnt land, but it is not exactly the same as the red light of this star.
"Wind, go save him, go save him. On his way, he will go through everything and finally reveal the secrets of the earth..."
I tried hard to straighten my back and wake up from the hypnotic state, because I don’t like the feeling of restraint when being controlled by others. With more than ten years of practicing mystical internal skills, after taking a small step back, my head felt cool. The palm of his hand also escaped Sahan's control.
"The secret of the earth?" I didn't understand what he said at all.
"Yes, the secret of the earth!" He pointed back to the direction of the globe. In the darkness, the huge sphere was still rotating at a gentle speed.
I came here originally to ask about the "Phantom Demon". Everything that happened in the tunnel cannot be explained by human physical knowledge. I can only turn to myths and legends.
I couldn't see the scalpel, and there seemed to be an endless cold wind blowing silently in the darkness, making my exposed face, neck, and hands feel like they were being cut by knives.
"Read carefully the diary left by your brother. If you understand him, you can avoid many detours. My time is running out... not much..."
After saying this, the lights in the stone room turned on.
The scalpel stood blankly in front of the sand table, like a clay sculpture.
Everything I just experienced was like a short dream that was not complete. It left me scratching my head. Not only did my doubts remain unanswered, but it also added many new questions. Asking for others is better than asking for yourself. I am afraid that no one in the world can solve these problems. .
Suddenly, Elder Sahan was shocked and pointed in the direction of the corridor: "When you two came over - did you see anything?"
His expression suddenly became horrified and horrified. He pressed his hands hard on the sand table and penetrated deeply into the sand. Four or five thick veins popped up on his forehead at the same time, twisting and trembling.
"You, you... what did you see? What?" He repeated the same words again, and quickly raised his hand, brought it to his lips, and let out a sharp whistle. His movements were hasty and chaotic, and his hands were raised. The sand flew everywhere, and some of it stuck to his lips along with his fingers.
The scalpel woke up with a start, and suddenly put his right hand in his trouser pocket, focusing on alert.
"What did we see?" I frowned and came out of the elevator. Except for the staff who were with Sen in the lobby, and the girl hanging upside down next to the corridor. In my opinion, there didn't seem to be anything wrong, so why make such a fuss?
?
There are more and more veins on Elder Sahan's face, as if the skin on his face is getting thinner and thinner, and all the blood vessels deep under the skin are about to be exposed. His hands were inserted into the sand again, and he held the full two
Hold it tightly, staring at the entrance to the corridor.
The girl slid in like a silent wind - no, her movements were more like a wisp of blue smoke, brisk and elegant, with her gray robe trailing straight behind her, like a gliding bat.
Elder Sahan's arm suddenly flew up, and he threw the sand in his hand towards the girl like a rain of flowers. Who could have imagined that his martial arts was so amazing, the sand grains roared through the air, the power of this throw was
No less lethal than a shotgun fired continuously.
The whole stone room was filled with this terrifying and powerful "chichichichi" sound. The girl's gray robe shook, and she gracefully hovered in the air for half a circle like a glider, landing lightly next to the sand table. At the same time, her sleeves on both wrists
There was a click, and two half-foot-long sharp scimitars popped out from the back of his hand.
Those grains of sand were not intended to shoot her, but seemed to be intended to kill some invisible enemy in the air.
"What is it? What is it?" Scalpel can still remain calm in a tense atmosphere. He is by no means a dishonest person in the world of tomb robbers, and his strength is extraordinary.
Elder Sahan's muscles all over his body were tense, and the gray blanket wrapped around him kept shaking. After all the tens of millions of sand grains fell to the ground and the deathly silence returned to the corridor, he slowly
, gritted his teeth and spit out: "Illusion...demon..."
The scalpel made an "ah" sound, smiled bitterly, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.
We stopped for about five minutes, and the four of us kept a stiff posture, motionless, as if there were always evil spirits outside the corridor, and evil spirits seeking life would break in. Five minutes is longer than five hours.
Ignorance is fearless. I have never seen any "illusion demon". I always felt that Elder Sahan was playing tricks on himself and deliberately creating a tense atmosphere. There was obviously nothing in the air. If something unusual happened, the first person to be unlucky would be
Staff in the lobby.
"Elder Sahan, is the danger over?" I pretended to smile casually to ease the tense atmosphere.
Sahan had a sullen face, slowly let go of the sand in his palm, and asked in a low voice: "Youlian, have you noticed something is wrong?"
The female disciple named "Youlian" shook her head, twisted her wrist, and retracted the two scimitars. Across this huge sand table, I could still feel the cold air emanating from the two blades.
Almost everyone in the desert, regardless of men or women, carries a scimitar. This weapon has become one of the standard tools for desert people, as indispensable as water, dry food, and camels. The scimitar owned by Youlian is undoubtedly
The best of the best, refined into steel.
Sahan took a few steps forward uneasily, stretched out his palm, pressed it on Youlian's eyes, and asked thoughtfully: "Go and check it again. I feel that the scriptures in the corridor seem...not right."
Too normal..."
This technique is extremely mysterious. He only touches Youlian's eyes and seems to be able to read what she sees.
Now, I no longer dare to equate Elder Sahan with ordinary charlatan wizards. The powers he possesses are simply beyond my imagination. So far, those fanciful articles about him are basically true.