Mu Feng's eyes fell on the female figure on the hill in the left corner of the last mural, and he murmured to himself.
At that time, this woman's figure gave him a sense of familiarity. Now when he looked again, she was his mother, Li Wenshu.
Mu Feng's eyes once again fell on the line of words on the corner of the pattern, which read the words 'Fail once, ruin your life'.
After knowing that this tomb was not built by King Wu of Nine Swords, he understood that the writing was probably not left by King Wu of Nine Swords, but was deliberately left by the person who built King Wu's tomb.
The purpose is nothing more than to create the illusion that the Nine Swords Martial King was defeated at the hands of Mu Qingcang and died unwillingly.
"Everything this person has done is to cover up the death of the Nine Swords Martial King! No wonder the mechanisms in the tomb are so terrifying, and there are stone statues of intermediate Martial Kings in the tomb!"
Mu Feng murmured to himself, vaguely understanding that the person who built this tomb of King Wu did not want the truth about the death of King Wu of Nine Swords to be made public.
If Mu Feng hadn't been proficient in formations, he might have died under the attack of the stone statue and would have had no chance to open the sarcophagus.
Unless a high-ranking King Wu broke into the tomb of King Wu, how could such a powerful person take a fancy to the tomb of King Wu in a small kingdom?
And all of this should be related to that ‘it’.
Mu Feng secretly wondered, what is the relationship between Mu Qingcang and that 'it'?
Mu Feng sighed softly. He had received too few clues, but he was certain that 'it' should be with Mu Qingcang.
In the future, he is destined to face Mu Qingcang, and he has to guard against this.
Mu Feng sat cross-legged in front of the mural, took out the bone flag, and released countless ghosts surrounding him.
After being fully prepared, Mu Feng touched the mural with his right hand.
Tear!
At this moment, a sharp sword shadow swept out from the mural and pierced Mu Feng's eyebrows.
Mu Feng was on guard for a long time and used the Soul Resurrection Technique to resist this attack. While sharing the will of the sword, he carefully understood the will of the sword.
Time passes gradually.
Mu Feng sat cross-legged in front of the mural, silently comprehending the will of the sword contained in the mural.
As time went by, the casual cultivators in King Wu's tomb, after searching the entire tomb, all followed the underground passage and left the tomb of King Wu.
After they entered the underground tomb passage, they immediately noticed Mu Feng who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, and they also recognized Mu Feng's identity.
But no one dared to disturb Mu Feng, because the latter was surrounded by countless roaring ghosts.
Anyone who dares to get close to Mu Feng will be immediately sucked into a mummy by countless ghosts.
"Huh? He seems to be studying this mural. Is it possible that there is another mystery to this mural?"
The casual cultivator who arrived at the underground tomb passage, after avoiding Mu Feng from a distance, immediately focused his eyes on Mu Feng's right hand that fell on the mural.
"I'll give it a try! Maybe there might be some treasure in this mural!"
A middle-aged casual cultivator grinned. He did not dare to approach Mu Feng, so he chose a mural farthest from Mu Feng. He reached out his right hand and landed on the mural.
"ah……"
The middle-aged casual cultivator screamed, his eyes turned white, and he fell straight to the ground.
"This...he's dead!"
Someone hurriedly stepped forward to check it out, with frightened eyes.
"There's something wrong with this mural! There seems to be some mysterious force that can kill people invisible!"
Everyone looked at the dead middle-aged casual cultivator and gasped when they found that there were no wounds on the latter's body.
"Let's go! This mural is too weird. You shouldn't stay here for a long time!"
"That's right! I finally survived deep in the tomb and died here.
It’s really not worth going to the tomb!”
"..."
More and more casual cultivators gathered together, no longer paying attention to Mu Feng, and did not dare to explore the secrets of the murals. They all used their skills to leave the tomb of King Wu along the underground tomb passage.
Half a month later, almost all the casual cultivators in King Wu's tomb were gone, but Mu Feng was still sitting cross-legged in front of the mural to reflect.
If you look closely, you can see that streams of sword energy are pouring out of his body. Strangely, these sword energy are swimming on their own like fish, as if they are living creatures.
Another half month.
Gu Xiyu and Concubine Feng Luo walked out of the tomb chamber and came to the underground tomb passage.
"It's Brother Feng!"
When they arrived at the underground tomb, they immediately discovered Mu Feng, and Concubine Feng Luo's eyes were full of surprise.
"This is what Junior Brother Mu Feng said, the mural that contains the will of the sword! It doesn't look like there's anything special about it!"
Xing Xiuqi scratched his forehead with his hand and looked at the murals on the rock wall, curiously.
"Don't touch it! Look at those corpses!"
When Ji Mingxu saw Xing Xiuqi approaching the mural, he quickly pulled him over and pointed to the front of the tomb passage.
I saw more than ten corpses lying in random directions on the tomb passage ahead.
There were no injuries on these bodies, and there were no signs of struggle. They looked like they had died suddenly.
"It should be the power of the will of the sword. It is said that the will of the sword can directly obliterate the consciousness of weak warriors and kill them unconsciously!"
Gu Xiyu stepped lightly with the soles of her feet, and after checking the nearest corpse, her beautiful eyes solemnly said.
"Were they all wiped out by the will of the sword? Isn't Junior Brother Mu Feng...too strong?"
Ji Mingxu murmured to himself, his eyes falling on the young man still sitting cross-legged in front of the mural, his eyes full of admiration. The will of the sword is so terrifying. If Mu Feng wants to understand it, he must endure the terrifying lethality of the will of the sword.
"Junior Brother Mu Feng is a genius. Maybe he can really realize the will of the sword in advance! If he advances to the realm of the Martial King again, I am afraid he can kill the intermediate Martial King."
Gu Xiyu's beautiful eyes were complicated as she looked at Mu Feng and murmured in a low voice.
"Let's go! If we stay here, Brother Feng will have some scruples!" Concubine Feng Luo said.
Gu Xiyu and Xing Xiuqi naturally had no objection, and together with Concubine Feng Luo, left the tomb of King Wu along the underground tomb passage.
When the four of them rushed out of King Wu's tomb, one after another's gazes shot straight at them like sharp arrows, locking the four of them firmly.
Gu Xiyu and Concubine Feng Luo were quite nervous. They looked up and found that around King Wu's tomb, the major King Wu from Lihuo, Feiyan, Kanshui and Kuangdao were all hanging around, looking at them coldly.
people.
Concubine Feng Luo and Gu Xiyu deliberately concealed their cultivation. At the same time, their expressions were as normal as those of ordinary monks. They stepped lightly on the soles of their feet and flew towards the distance.
If you look carefully, you will see that far away from the site of King Wu's tomb, many casual cultivators are looking towards this side from a distance, as if waiting for something.
Most of the casual cultivators who entered King Wu's Tomb actually knew that the teams from the four kingdoms that had entered King Wu's Tomb had been completely wiped out, and the culprits were Mu Feng and his group.
King Zhenguo Wu, King Hongmi Wu and others naturally also asked the casual cultivators who came out, and they were all so angry that their lungs exploded.
They refused to leave because they were waiting for Mu Feng and others to appear.
Especially King Wu of Zhenguo and King Qinghong Wu, they thought they had no grievances against those black-robed men, but they didn't expect that they would even kill their own people. It was so hateful.
"stop!"
When Concubine Feng Luo, Gu Xiyu and the other four were about to leave, they were stopped by someone and had to stop and look behind...