His eyes were confused until the thunder dragon tried to devour his consciousness. Zong Shou came to his senses, and his soul thought exploded, directly blasting the illusion to pieces!
There is a picture like this on the left and right, with different angles and different perceptions.
Then I felt that the lurking Thunder Wing Yang Snake in my body was a little bit hot. It seemed that I had just experienced something, and my body was shaking continuously.
At this moment, Zong Yuan had already arrived in front of another mural and was watching quietly.
After another half-quarter of an hour, Zong Yuan's fiery gaze, like a pilgrim, gradually faded away and he regained his consciousness.
Zong Shou immediately asked with a smile: "How many pictures have you seen?"
"Twelve officers! If you can fully comprehend it, you will definitely be able to understand a new martial arts idea. Unfortunately, you can't learn it, but it will be quite beneficial to my fierce thunder and spear intention."
At this point, Zongyuan's eyes focused on the mural of the thunder dragon on the left: "Especially these two paintings are really enlightening!"
The gun in his hand was waved in the stone chamber, and lightning suddenly appeared, like a meandering dragon, with a hint of domination.
Zong Shou was pleasantly surprised. He had only seen eighteen phantoms. It was not that he had the surname of Enlightenment, just like Gao Zongyuan, but that he had the basis of his previous life. Most of these patterns could produce reactions.
Then he pointed at the two giant dragons intertwined with ice and fire and said, "What do you see in this picture?"
Zongyuan frowned, but felt helpless: "I only saw some lines."
Zong Shou was quite speechless. Sure enough, the same things looked different in everyone's eyes.
It is estimated that the thunder dragon pattern looks completely different in their eyes.
Just as he was about to leave first, Zong Shou suddenly felt something in his heart and looked at the top of the stone room. All he saw were natural textures that jumped into his eyes. The color was extremely dark and inconspicuous. If you don't pay attention, you can hardly detect it.
The only reason that attracts Zongshou is that the natural texture is nothing more than nine.
"What is this? It vaguely resembles the movement of the sword, but if it is actually used, it is incomplete. So it corresponds to the dragon vein? There seems to be something wrong. Legend has it that the old man Longying was an ancient man who inherited the dragon blood.
Monster clan. Body with dragon
Pulse, devoted his whole life to study the nine kinds of true dragons in the world. He realized the nine kinds of true dragon sword intentions. In the last years of Yunhuang, he combined them into one and created the Dragon Shadow Room. His combat power is stronger than that of the real dragon.
The Tianlong is even more tyrannical. Could it be related to it?"
Puzzling the explanation, Zong Shou scanned the surroundings again, but found nothing more, so he had to memorize all the texture and trends in his mind.
After that, he started looking for the next place. He searched according to the map, and this time Zong Shou seemed to be familiar with the road and found a grotto.
According to the mark on the map, it is the 'sword mark', which is also a stone room with a radius of five feet.
When Zong Shou arrived here, there were already five or six people here. When Zong Shou looked at the two stone walls, he saw that the left and right sides were completely blank, with only sword marks.
Zong Shou's eyes were slightly bright, and he knew that these traces were obviously left by an expert. Although they were only at the level of "shi" and not as good as the martial arts, they were far superior to those left by him when he pointed out Lei Dong.
Compared with those murals that make people feel cloudy and foggy, it is also more clear to people.
He tried to imitate each sword mark one by one. Only when he was able to imitate it, Zong Shou was satisfied and left.
What surprised him was that he could still only understand eighteen of the sword marks, and he couldn't understand the rest no matter what.
What is surprising is that the stone chamber above is still a bit mysterious. The texture is also naturally generated, but it is completely different from the previous trend. This time, it is also Kujo.
Zong Shou calmly wrote it down, and when Zong Yuan came over, he also looked at the dozens of clearly understood sword marks one by one, and then left quickly. But just when he was about to step out of the stone room
, and heard the two chatting.
First, a person sighed and said: "Twenty-six sword marks, but I have been looking at them for half a day, and I can only vaguely understand six of them. I heard that you only need to understand half of these sword marks to understand the nine truths."
One of the Dragon Sword Intentions. Once you learn it thoroughly, you can even master the Nine-Nine Dragon Shadow Sword. It seems that I, Shi Shu, am destined to have no fate with this Dragon Shadow Sword."
"Brother Shi, why do you need to be so depressed? I heard that less than half of the twenty-six sword marks are fake, and only eighteen are real. Brother Shi can understand six of them in half a day, which is already a third."
1. This kind of Wu surname is probably not inferior to the direct descendants of those big sects."
Zong Shou looked slightly stunned. Are eight of the twenty-six sword marks fake? In this way, he has fully understood all eighteen.
The third stone chamber is the location of the incomplete sword technique recorded on the map.
This time, Zong Shou did not look at the writing on the left and right stone walls, but looked directly at the top. There was no trace or texture at all.
Zong Shou raised an eyebrow and then looked to both sides.
The first sentence I saw was "When dragons fight in the wild, their blood is black and yellow."
The second sentence: 'It can be big or small, it can rise or disappear: if it is big, it will stir up clouds and spit out mist; if it is small, it will hide and hide its form; if it rises, it will soar in the universe; if it is hidden, it will lurk in the waves'.
The third sentence: "The dragon walks on the crimson air, and the sky half-talks each other. Chaos and doubts are judged for the first time, and the clouds are like the beginning of separation."——
I can't quite understand it, but I just feel that the writings are like dragons lurking among them, wandering around.
Zong Shou's heart moved slightly, and he verified it one by one with the sword marks and patterns he had seen before. It was indeed a bit mysterious.
However, it’s no wonder that Haoxuanzong would call it incomplete. There are indeed many unfinished ideas and the beauty cannot be fully realized.
When Zong Shou read each sentence and distinguished whether the twenty-six sentences were true or false, when he raised his head again, he was stunned again. All he could see above was nine more textures. When he looked earlier, there was clearly nothing there!
"Could it be that this texture can only be seen after understanding these patterns?"
Shocked in his heart, Zong Shou immediately took steps towards the next place without hesitation.
There were a total of eight places recorded on this map. Zong Shou went crazy and looked at the seven marked places one by one, and his expression became more solemn.
——It is indeed related. Almost every time you comprehend two more types, a texture will appear above it.
It's just that until now, he still can't figure out the relationship between these seven textures. They are criss-crossed, paradoxical, and almost impossible to connect together.
Zong Yuan, who was next to him, looked secretly strange. He realized that from behind, Zong Shou was becoming more and more familiar with the path in the cave. Regardless of whether he had walked through it or not, he walked quickly without thinking.
Given Zong Shou's age, it is naturally impossible for him to have been here before. So the only explanation is that Zong Shou has discovered the mystery of this maze. But how is this possible?
When we arrived at the seventh stone chamber, dozens of people were crowded together in a space of five feet from north to south. Fortunately, most of them had not yet understood the Tao, so they were relatively restrained.
Zong Yuan, however, could faintly feel a few eyes coming at him from time to time, with cold and malicious intent.
——In fact, this is already the case in the fifth and sixth cave rooms.
But at this moment, Zong Shou seemed to be possessed by a demon and did not notice it. He could only be vigilant in his heart and guard against his surroundings.
The eighth place is the only hall with a radius of 300 feet. It can be regarded as the 'hall' of the entire maze. You only need to follow the widest cave to resist and leave the Longmen maze.
best choice.
Zong Shou had previously disliked the fact that too many people would gather here at the beginning, so he had not given priority to going there, but now he had to go.
I was going crazy in my heart, trying to find the correlation between these seven textures, but suddenly I felt a chill coming in front of me.
When Zong Shou woke up with a start and looked in front of him, he saw countless points of cold light in front of him, bursting out.
Just as he was about to dodge, a shadow of a spear shot out from behind. A spear thrust out, knocking away all the rain of flying needles and arrows that filled the sky.
Then the next moment, I heard a mantra.
‘Move the stars and change the bucket, move!”
Zong Shou's heart sank slightly, and he was about to cast a spell when he felt a strange force suddenly blessing his body. A moment later, he felt that the sky and the earth were spinning before his eyes. When the picture stabilized again, it appeared in a wide cave.
There were more than a dozen people in front of him, looking at him coldly. The more he looked at Yun Xiongyu and the two subordinates, they were facing him again. Zong Yang, who had escaped from Qiantian Mountain last time, was also among them, smiling slightly.
A proud look.
Behind this person, there are three men in snow clothes, all of whom are sixth-level experts. The two behind are spiritual masters, each presiding over the spiritual formation. Their faces are pale, and it seems that they have spent a lot of money. Looking at the pattern of the spiritual formation, it is a transfer.
Space array.
The person in front was a martial artist at the peak of Xuanwu. He was smiling and bowing: "Xue Suifan of the Xue family has met His Highness. He distracted Zong Yuan with hidden weapons and transferred His Highness with spiritual methods. I don't know what Your Highness thinks of this plan.
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Zong Shou was speechless, knowing that he was careless and was completely fascinated by the Dragon Shadow Sword. In fact, if these people had used other killing methods instead of transferring space on him, he would have sensed it a long time ago.
He was disdainful of this person's plan. But no matter what, the other party had succeeded, and it was really blameless.
Just as he was looking around, Xue Suifan smiled: "Your Highness, are you looking for someone to ask for help? This place is at the edge of the maze. These brothers of mine have also used some techniques, including the Sky Fox Illusion Technique. It must be a while and a half.
Within a moment, no one can get here. In other words, even if we kill His Highness here, no one will know."
"What are you doing with all this nonsense?" Yue Linghuan's face was livid, and he snorted coldly: "Finish it as soon as possible, I need his head to sacrifice my father's spirit in heaven!"
"Haha, that's not what you said! Don't you think Brother Yue wants to go back to those three provinces?"
Xue Suifan was shaking his head and talking when he saw Zong Shou smile evilly: "What I hate the most is you! Do you really think you are guaranteed to win?"
When his mind was slightly stunned, he saw Zong Shou's figure suddenly turned into an afterimage and rushed towards him.
Before everyone could react, there was an angry roar beside Xiongyu. A figure about ten feet tall jumped out first. At this moment, a sword light floated out from Zong Shou's sleeve,
Xue Suifan subconsciously stopped Zong Yang's figure in front of him. Then he heard the sound of "canopy", and Zong Yang's chest and abdomen were completely smashed into pieces by a thin fist.
Another sword shadow came from the most incredible place, slashing diagonally. It flew up in the air and cut straight into his neck.