Chen Yunsheng secretly thought that something was wrong. Due to his spiritual thoughts, a golden light like a dragon wandered around his body. After a moment, a emerald green light also enveloped him.
The two kinds of vitality, metal and wood, were transmitted to the iron Han along the meridians of Chen Yunsheng's arm, suppressing the ominous aura. The storm in his consciousness gradually subsided. Layers of white patterns appeared on the surface of the iron Han. Chen Yun
The vitality in Sheng's body poured rapidly onto the iron letter, like a wooden barrel with the cork pulled out.
After only half a stick of incense, Chen Yunsheng felt as if all the energy in his body had been drained. At this moment, the pouring of true energy stopped.
After a muffled sound of "creaking", a big hole opened in the iron letter, revealing a wooden box three feet long, two feet wide and one foot high. The wooden box was very heavy to hold, about half the weight of the iron letter.
, I don’t know what material it is made of, Chen Yunsheng opened the brocade box without any effort this time, and the three items were displayed in the brocade box with a faint black light.
The first item was a round black disk, one foot in diameter. The front of the black disk was engraved with the celestial stars. Chen Yunsheng carefully identified it and found that this star map was very similar to the star map he remembered in his mind.
different.
The star map he knew only accounted for a small part of the black disk's astrology, and the positions of more stars were unknown to him. On the back of the black disk, there was a ferocious unicorn head carved in the middle, with its fangs exposed and fierce eyes, a little auspicious.
Not really. Surrounding the unicorn head, there are six concentric rings lightly engraved on it, which can easily be missed if you don't look carefully.
The material of the black plate is neither gold nor wood nor copper nor iron. It is not like the ordinary five elements. Chen Yunsheng brushed his hand over the surface of the black plate, and a feeling of vicissitudes of time arose spontaneously. His heart seemed to have gone through tens of thousands of years.
After washing, it became very old. Chen Yunsheng didn't dare to look at this thing anymore and quickly put it into the brocade box.
The second item was a book. The cover was blue, and it was full of pictures of mountains and rivers. There was no name written on it. Chen Yunsheng opened the pages and found that the two characters "Building Gods" were written on the first page.
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The content of the book is not much, only a few dozen pages and tens of thousands of words, but every word is very clear and every sentence is clear. Except for the first chapter, which can be understood clearly, the rest is like chewing wax, because Chen Yunsheng has it.
Just because he doesn't understand Tianxing Pavilion's experience now doesn't mean he won't understand it later. He memorized the contents of the book and the whole memory process only took half an hour.
The third item was a piece of animal skin, with an irregular shape and about one foot square. It was densely painted with mountains and rivers, as well as some red arrows and blue circles. I don’t know what they represented.
"This is a map." Chen Yunsheng realized that the record was not a place he was familiar with. There were many records about maps in the books he had read before, but they were not the same as this map.
Chen Yunsheng rearranged the three items and placed the wooden box directly in the storage ring. He didn't want to spend all his energy to open the iron letter every time.
Just when he was worried about how to deal with the huge thing in front of him, he found something vaguely recorded on the groove used for inlaying the wooden box. Chen Yunsheng focused his eyes to look carefully, and rows of fine words appeared in front of his eyes. He saw the text and inferred these.
The text is a method called "Nine Heavens and Nine Earths Pansi Hands".
Zhuge Jingyu's habits had a subtle influence on Chen Yunsheng. His sensitivity to words made him write down this formula without hesitation. After recording, the iron letter closed automatically before he touched it. What happened today
Chen Yunsheng was used to seeing too many weird things. He put the huge iron letter back again. From then on, Chen Yunsheng had two storage rings on his fingers.
Chen Yunsheng's eyes finally fell on the golden skeleton. He kept doing nothing and even put the invulnerable skeleton into the storage ring, silently praying to this fallen senior in his heart.
The futon under the golden skeleton was accidentally touched at an angle by Chen Yunsheng, and half of the writing was exposed on the ground. He quickly moved the futon away, and saw the words "Ghost Eyes of the Netherworld" crookedly engraved on the black rock.
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The writing was scrawled and twisted as if it were written by a three-year-old child. It was obvious that the person who wrote the carvings had either done it when he was extremely weak, or it was simply the handwriting left by a child. Chen Yunsheng looked at the confined space around him, and he was more inclined to
The first possibility is xing.
"Did the writing come from this skeleton? What is the Netherworld Ghost Eye? Whose hand did this mysterious secret room come from? What kind of skills are Zhushen and Jiutianjiudi Pansi Shou?" A series of questions are like gangrene attached to the bone.
Chen Yunsheng fell into thinking hard. After about an hour, he completely gave up searching for the truth with the idea that "if fate has not yet come, forcing it is useless".
After exploring the entire world and discovering that there was no mystery, Chen Yunsheng realized that he was facing a serious problem - how to get out. The first thing he tried was Earth Escape. Chen Yunsheng already had three levels of Earth Escape skills.
Ordinary rocks were like nothing, but the black rock in this secret room was as hard as steel, and he couldn't escape even a little bit.
Chen Yunsheng pulled out his dragon and phoenix swords and slashed at the ground and walls. Not even a trace was left on the rocks. He was shocked. "It seems that the only option is to use the 'Feng Tu'."
Chen Yunsheng gathered the golden spiritual energy into the dragon blade, and threw a golden light. The dragon blade hit the rock on the mountain wall hard, but was bounced back to the opposite mountain rock, and then bounced to the ground.
on the rocks.
In the blink of an eye, it was bounced back more than ten times. For a time, the cave was filled with golden light, dazzling with brilliance. Chen Yunsheng was avoiding his own dragon blade while secretly feeling depressed. The usually indestructible blade had repeatedly hit the wall today. What on earth was this?
A ghost place?
Chen Yunsheng was bored and sat on the futon where the Golden Skeleton was sitting in a daze. The mountain wall was far harder than he imagined. The "Fengtu" trick that usually used to press the bottom of the box could not leave even a trace on the rock. This was
Chen Yunsheng couldn't accept it no matter what.
Finally, he tried the Thunderbolt Technique and the Fire Control Technique, but they were also extremely disappointing. Now he even began to suspect that the Golden Skeleton was trapped here alive before he died.
After a day of hard work, Chen Yunsheng felt a little tired and fell asleep deeply on the futon.
A golden electric light suddenly split the mountain wall. During the violent shaking, Chen Yunsheng saw a ray of bright sunlight coming from the crack. He quickly shot out of the crack in his cloud-piercing boat.
But the sight in front of him made him dumbfounded. The Taibai Peak opposite was like a sea of fire. The huge magic circle was emitting five colors of light, but it still could not stop the attacks of blue flames summoned by groups of black monsters.
The rocks and trees screamed in the flames. Dead bodies were everywhere in front of the Paiyun Palace. They were headless, with their bellies ripped open and their internal organs spilled all over the ground. Corpses that were charred black by the flames were everywhere. The Tianxing Pavilion was simply destroyed.
It was razed to the ground and Taibai Peak was reduced to a Shura field.
Chen Yunsheng panicked and looked for familiar figures, Liu Xiaoshan, Ye Chuanyun, Bai Murong, Zhuge Jingyu... But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the figures of these people. He was very conflicted. He wanted to see them but was afraid of being reflected.
What caught my eyes was a tragic scene, and I couldn't help but feel more and more impatient.
Suddenly, a white shadow flashed across the sky, and a masked man in white robes appeared in mid-air. Opposite him, a black beast shadow a hundred feet long appeared faintly, "Mo Qilin!" Chen Yunsheng felt a familiar feeling in his heart.
Feel.
The man in white robe did not look at the beast opposite him at all, but turned his face to Chen Yunsheng. This was a face that he would never forget. To be precise, it should be a mask. A pair of narrow triangular eyes, with the corners of the eyes slightly downward, and a nose.
There are two long holes in the mouth, and the mouth is a thin hollow line, with the corners of the mouth opening to the base of the ears.
The appearance of the mask is somewhat similar to the gods depicted in the murals found in the corridors of Shuangyi Mountain.
A burst of suffocating fear instantly seized Chen Yunsheng's heart, which was a breath of complete despair. Like a dying old man counting the days of his stay in the world on his fingers, like a drowning baby struggling feebly in the water.
Just like a young man who is seriously ill in bed and heading towards death day by day, just like all the impermanence and sorrow in the world.
His body seemed to be floating in the endless void without any effort. Images of his relatives and friends being slaughtered echoed in his mind. "Senior Brother Ye, no, don't kill him," Chen Yunsheng roared, but there was nothing he could do.
He couldn't move a finger now, and his tears fell like broken pearls. "No, no, Xiaoshan, Xiaoshan, let's go!" Chen Yunsheng shouted loudly. He felt like a steel knife was poking his heart.
I couldn't bear it anymore, and the color of my tears gradually turned into blood red. Are these tears mixed with blood or blood mixed with tears?
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"It ends like this and lets everything return to its original state. If I can die, I don't have to witness this tragic scene. How good it feels to die." Chen Yunsheng's dry lips opened and closed slightly, and he looked at thousands of things.
There were thousands of joys and sorrows, and he witnessed hundreds of relatives and friends die tragically before his eyes over and over again.
When he is tired, he is ready to give up. If he can choose to give up, why persist?
At this time, the black line in the depths of Chen Yunsheng's sea of consciousness suddenly came to life. The ink unicorn in the sky floated into his heavenly spirit like a burst of smoke, and the black line in the sea of consciousness instantly became as thin as a duck egg, like a
A black rope.
The black cord whipped the bottom of Chen Yunsheng's sea of consciousness like a long whip. A burst of severe pain came, and Chen Yunsheng opened his eyes. His eyes were covered with blood-red spells, and all illusions were seen through.
He touched his body and breathed out, "It's just a dream!"
His relaxed mood lasted for a moment before it became heavy. The confinement space in front of him was unbreakable. Was he really going to be trapped and die here?
Chen Yunsheng was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of entering that dream again, facing the corpses of countless relatives and friends, and facing a man in a white robe mask who exuded an aura of despair.