Chapter 29: Exploring the Bottom of the Lake at Night
Liu Qinghuan observed here for three days, and the lake disappeared three times.
During the day, he once dived to the bottom of the lake. The bottom of the lake is funnel-shaped, and the deepest part is like a deep pit. The strange thing is that there is no passage for water in and out at the bottom of the entire lake, even in the deep pit where there is most likely to be a passage.
, except that the silt is much thinner than other places, there is no difference at all. So, where did the lake water disappear from?
Liu Qinghuan was puzzled by the explanation. Considering the speed at which the lake water disappeared and the large whirlpool it would form when it disappeared, it could not be caused by a few small cracks.
On the fourth day, he took out a flying sword. This flying sword was also one of Xu Yuan's relics. He had never used it because it was not a magic weapon that could be used during the Qi training period, but a low-level spiritual weapon.
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This sword is about three feet long and three inches wide. When it is pulled out, it emits a cold light and is so sharp that it is hard to imagine that it is just a flying instrument.
Because spiritual weapons require a lot of spiritual power, it usually takes a monk to reach the foundation building stage to have enough spiritual power to support the use of the spiritual weapon. This is why Liu Qinghuan has never taken it out and used it.
Whether it is a magic weapon or a spiritual weapon, there are several branches, including flying instruments, attack weapons, defense weapons, etc. Each branch is also very different in nature.
If this flying sword was an offensive weapon, Liu Qinghuan would not be able to make a single move even if he emptied himself. However, flying swords require the continuity of spiritual power, so as long as they are not on the road for a long time and are only used for a short period of time, it should be used for a short period of time.
It's not a big problem.
Shooting a burst of spiritual power at Feijian, Liu Qinghuan controlled the Feijian to hover at his feet. It was his first time to control the Feijian. The Feijian was only as wide as the sole of his foot. Unlike Yunsuo, who could sit down easily, he was a little unsure.
Stepping on the flying sword, he connected his consciousness with the sword. With a thought in his heart, the flying sword flew out suddenly. The speed was so fast that Liu Qinghuan was shocked. If the flying sword didn't come with a protective shield, it would most likely have happened.
Just fall down.
This speed is several times faster than Yunsuo! However, the speed of spiritual power consumption is also several times higher! Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Nai finally circled around the lake, and almost one-third of his spiritual power was used up.
After practicing for a while, Liu Qinghuan stopped until he could fly freely.
When the moon reached its peak, Liu Qinghuan had been waiting quietly by the lake for a long time.
In less than an hour, after the vast amount of lake water was sucked away again, Liu Qinghuan took an antidote pill and stepped on the flying sword to the center of the lake.
At this time, the blue mist has not yet gathered, and the large hole without lake water opens its deep and strange mouth without any obstruction, as if it will choose people to eat in the next moment!
The moonlight was bright tonight, and Liu Qinghuan no longer hesitated, stepping on the flying sword and sinking straight down.
Going down, the lake wall gradually retracts, like an upright funnel, but the funnel wall is covered with black mud, and traces of faint blue smoke emerge from the mud.
Liu Qinghuan rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dazzled, and then realized that he was "seeing" with his spiritual consciousness. Looking carefully, it turned out that there were some aquatic plants growing on the mud, and the blue smoke emanated from these aquatic plants, because the aquatic plants
It's so small that it looks like it's emerging from the mud.
Liu Qinghuan used her spiritual power to pick out a few plants and held them in her hands for inspection. The water plants were thin and delicate, with several slender branches and leaves growing on them. The branches and leaves had very fine blue veins, and a trace of mist came out from the tips of the leaves, slowly.
Floating into the air. He took out the jade box and put the water plants away, leaving them for later study.
The further you go down, the more such aquatic plants become. Especially when you get to the bottom of the funnel, they are already densely packed into pieces, and the blue smoke is getting thicker and thicker. Your spiritual consciousness is completely useless here. With the naked eye, you can see nothing but thick black.
Nothing could be seen outside. The fog was too thick and the moonlight could not penetrate. People could not see anything in the fog. Liu Qinghuan felt as if he was in a void somewhere. His mind was getting more and more dizzy, and his eyes were slowly closing...
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Seeing that his spiritual power began to fade away, his consciousness slowly withdrew, and the flying sword under his feet began to tremble slightly...
At this time, the stagnant spiritual power in his body suddenly accelerated and began to operate according to the method of Zuo Forgetting the Immortality Sutra. Liu Qinghuan was suddenly stimulated, his body shook, and he woke up instantly!
This surprise is no small matter!
Liu Qinghuan cursed secretly, feeling terrified in his heart. He didn't expect the blue smoke to be so overbearing, and he almost got caught unknowingly. He didn't bother to wipe away the cold sweat on his head, and quickly took out an antidote pill and drank it, not daring to do so.
Stop for a while and quickly fly to the bottom of the lake.
When we arrived at the deep pit in the center of the lake, the fog here was not as thick as above. In the place that was full of mud during the day, a downward circular hole appeared! It was five or six feet in size, and the lake water had not drained out.
It's still flowing downhill.
Liu Qinghuan only paused for a few breaths above the entrance of the cave, then flew over with his flying sword. As soon as he entered the entrance of the cave, all the billowing blue smoke disappeared, as if there was an invisible membrane that completely isolated the smoke above.
, the limitations of spiritual consciousness are gone.
Liu Qinghuan scanned the area with his consciousness and found no traces of formations or mechanisms. Of course, there might be some, but his ability was too weak to detect them.
From this point of view, those aquatic plants appearing at the bottom of the lake seem to have been deliberately planted here just to cover up the existence of the hole below.
While thinking about it, Liu Qinghuan had landed at the bottom of the vertical cave entrance. Here, the cave passage turned a corner, and the straight up and down shape turned into a diagonal slope to the north.
Except for some remaining lake water, there was nothing else in the cave. Liu Qinghuan put his hand on the cave wall and touched the neatly arranged blue stones, feeling greatly surprised.
This cave, the water plants, and the entire lake all show obvious signs of human arrangement!
Time was running out, and the lake would flow back at dawn, leaving him only a few hours to explore. Knowing that this place was man-made, his curiosity was aroused even more. He put away his flying sword, and raised the guard on his foot.
Get up and sneak into the clouds and go deep into the cave.
He didn't know where this passage led. Originally, he thought the lake had disappeared and was connected to the Panlong River, but going north was the direction deep into the Qushang Swamp!
After staying alert for a while, the bluestone cave slowly narrowed until it was about one foot wide, when two identical cave entrances suddenly appeared on the left and right sides.
Liu Qinghuan expanded his consciousness and saw that these three cave entrances branched out into three cave entrances five feet further forward. Further forward, nine cave entrances branched off again...
Maze! The entire underground passage is actually a maze with no end in sight!
Liu Qinghuan stood in front of the three cave entrances, troubled.
The maze is not that easy to break into! If you continue, you will most likely get lost in it. This maze is built under the Qushang Swamp, and Qushang Swamp was originally the mountain gate of the ancient cultivating sect before the Great War. Who knows what will happen in the maze?
What's the matter? He is very curious, but not so serious that he seeks death. His cultivation level is only at the fourth level of Qi training, and he has just stepped into the threshold of cultivating immortals. As long as a slightly more powerful monster comes, he can be killed.
Fell here.
But he is not willing to go back now. Immortal cultivators are cultivating life and competing for destiny. Opportunities are hard to come by. This is what every immortal cultivator is eager for. Even if opportunities are often accompanied by fatal crises, cultivating immortals
Those who do not hesitate to risk their lives, because if they miss it, they may lose the opportunity to seek immortality forever.
Liu Qinghuan quickly calculated the gains and losses in his mind, but this maze was completely unknown to him. There were too few things to calculate, and maybe there was nothing in it except traps.
The balance of reason began to lean towards retreating along the original path. It was not too late to retreat now. If he went in and got lost inside, he would not be able to retreat even if he wanted to. A fierce struggle was going on in his brain, and his consciousness was unconsciously going back over and over again.
Scanning through the criss-crossing passages, I saw exactly the same size, the same pile of blue stones, and the same water stains.
Water stain?! Liu Qinghuan was stunned, trying to catch the sudden flash of inspiration in his mind.