Liu Qinghuan stood in the passage, listening carefully to the faint sounds coming from around him.
He had been making inquiries these days, and he didn't know whether it was because the Qingming monks were trying to hide it, or because they didn't know much. There was very little information about the Palace of Treasures, except that it was a large maze filled with murderous intent.
The door behind him disappeared the moment he came out, turning into a solid stone wall, as if it had never appeared.
The wheezing sound of wind echoed in his ears. Liu Qinghuan was careful not to touch anything, jumped up, and floated forward silently.
The light in the passage is very dim, but it is not so dark that it is impossible to see. The hidden murderous intention is like a knife blade hanging above the head. It has not fallen yet, but it makes people nervous.
At this moment, there was some kind of extremely weak "click" sound mixed in the wind that was difficult to distinguish, like someone hiding in the darkness and biting a bone, or like something mysteriously sliding past.
Liu Qinghuan stopped suddenly and found that not far ahead, two door openings appeared strangely on both sides of the wall.
He was certain that just a breath ago, there were only iron walls there.
The front of the passage was also blocked by a wall, cutting off the path.
"Nine Palaces and Bagua changes? Or is it another mechanism?"
It was actually possible to complete the change so silently and quickly without him noticing.
The two doors were both wide open, one projecting a faint light, but the other was dark, like a big mouth ready to devour people.
Liu Qinghuan took out a low-grade spiritual stone and threw it forward.
"Ding-dang-dang-dang..."
A series of sounds of rolling spiritual stones sounded in the passage, nothing out of the ordinary.
His spiritual consciousness was blocked when he approached the door frame. Through a light curtain as thin as smoke and dust, the illuminated door looked like a star pool in the night sky. There were many light clusters floating inside, and several light filaments separated from the light clusters.
Swim back and forth freely.
"What is this?"
Liu Qinghuan moved closer, and finally saw that what was wrapped in those light balls was a dry meat ball-like thing, with long glowing tentacles trailing behind it.
"Want to make a choice?"
Liu Qinghuan thought for a while and called Fu Bao out.
Fubao had been in seclusion for a long time. When he jumped out, he noticed something was wrong: "Master?"
Liu Qinghuan took two steps back and pointed at two completely different rooms: "Don't you have a talent for treasure hunting? Let's see, which one to choose?"
Fu Bao grabbed his ears and looked around: "Hmm... Huh? Oh!" He spread his hands and said, "I don't feel anything at all!"
"What's the use of you?" Liu Qinghuan said disgustedly: "Forget it, you should go back."
"Ah?" Fu Bao quit and didn't want to stay in the spirit beast bag, so he pointed to the left: "Enter this room!"
He was referring to the room with floating meat balls. Liu Qinghuan asked suspiciously: "Are you sure?"
"Of course!" Fubao said nonsense seriously: "The so-called invisible danger is the real danger. The dark room is not a good place at first glance, and although the star stings in this room look scary, as long as they are
Just don’t use your spiritual consciousness and avoid their tentacles.”
Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but be surprised: "Star sting... what is it?"
Fubao was proud of what he knew but Liu Qinghuan didn't: "This is a kind of monster that absorbs star power. They have no eyes, no hearing, not even a mouth, and their temperament is very docile - the premise is that they don't want to
Use your spiritual thoughts in front of them. They will capture the power of spiritual thoughts released by others, and you monks are always accustomed to using your spiritual consciousness to feel everything around you. If you don't know, it will be difficult to get rid of you if you are entangled!"
"Ahem!" Liu Qinghuan, whose spiritual thoughts had been spread out within a week of his body, silently took it back: "... Weird! How can there be such a thing here."
But since Fu Bao was so sure, he believed it for once.
Liu Qinghuandao took out the Fusheng Sword, locked his spiritual thoughts in the sea of consciousness, and easily passed through the light curtain on the door.
Obviously, the function of this light curtain is not to prevent people from entering, but to prevent the things inside from coming out.
Fu Bao changed back to his original self, hid behind him thiefly, and followed him through the door.
Some of those star stings are floating in the sky, some are spread out on the ground, and some are crowded together. The bright starlight shining on them has a kind of confusing beauty.
Liu Qinghuan's feet seemed to be stepping on a piece of breeze, carefully avoiding the flying light strands, and slowly flew forward.
Sure enough, as Fubao said, the star stingers didn't feel the presence of outsiders in their territory at all, and were still floating around on their own. In addition, they seemed to like hugging each other very much, so there were a lot of gaps for them to walk through.
When I entered the house, I realized that the house was so high that I couldn't see the top. When I looked up, I could see that the sky was filled with stars. There were stone platforms at regular intervals, climbing up at random intervals.
Liu Qinghuan first searched the surrounding walls and found no trace of a door, then raised his head.
Fu Bao whispered: "Wow, these star stingers must have been hungry for a long time. They are almost dry. There are still dead ones on the ground over there."
"Don't worry about that, follow us, let's go up there and take a look."
Each of the stone platforms above was occupied by star stingers, piled up like countless balls of yarn.
Because he couldn't use his spiritual consciousness, Liu Qinghuan felt a little uncomfortable, so he could only try to find a way out among the colorful starlight.
At this time, the gray donkey suddenly jumped forward, accidentally touched a piece of light, and cried out "Ouch".
A deep scar suddenly appeared on his back. It swelled up in an instant, and the surrounding skin turned bright red, showing signs of poisoning.
"Why are you running around!" Liu Qinghuan scolded, using his sword to push the light thread away, and then took out a pill bottle from his sleeve, poured out the clear green liquid and quickly applied it on it.
"Is this what you call a gentle temperament?"
Fu Bao turned his head anxiously: "Over there! There is something over there!"
Liu Qinghuan said "hmm" and stood up.
"It's the platform above. Master, look at it!"
Liu Qinghuan squinted his eyes and saw a fusiform tip exposed through the gaps between the flying light strands, emitting a trace of blood-colored light.
"It seems like...an arrow?"
"Haha!" Fu Bao grinned in pain and smiled proudly: "It must be a good thing!"
It's just that there are many star stings gathered on it, and countless tentacles are like seaweed swaying in the wind, making it difficult to even get close.
Liu Qinghuan tried to use the Fusheng Sword to push a Star Sting aside, but although the opponent did not attack him, it was obvious that he was very attached to his territory and turned around and lay back.
Liu Qinghuan was helpless when he heard the extremely subtle "click" sound that had appeared before sounded again.
Then, a door slid open silently on a stone platform below, and a woman's scream came from behind the door.