Two hundred and twentieth chapters the key of prohibition
After the old man died, Xue Ji recovered from her surprise. Although her cultivation was not weak, she was a girl after all and had a natural fear of bloody scenes, so when she saw her eyes being gouged out, her expression changed.
It is not surprising that he showed surprise when he picked up the head of the ferocious young cultivator with blood in his mouth.
Qianyu also understood Xue Ji's loss of consciousness due to fear. When he saw these heads for the first time, he was also scared to the point of loss of consciousness.
"Mengmeng, you said you visited the Puppet Forest Area a few days ago. Didn't you notice the heads placed on the branches of these ancient trees?" Qianyu asked.
Xue Ji shook her head and said: "I only met the puppets. After killing the puppets, I left the forest area as quickly as possible and did not find the existence of these heads."
Hearing this, Qianyu said: "Mengmeng, let me protect you, follow me."
"Brother, can I hold your hand?"
"...Okay." Qianyu hesitated for a moment, then agreed.
Mengmeng's hands were small, soft, and very cold. Qianyu's hands had a layer of calluses on them because they often held sticks. Although he was eighteen years old, his hands were as rough as a man in his twenties.
Qianyu held Mengmeng's hand and walked forward. This was the second time he held a girl's hand. He was a little happy and a little nervous. Under Mengmeng's guidance, Qianyu gradually moved closer to the inner area, and the plants gradually decreased, and the field of vision
Gradually it opens up, and a sense of oppression radiates from the inner area.
"Such a powerful aura...is it caused by the Holy Lord Tianlei?" Qianyu frowned.
"Maybe, but I don't feel any pressure."
"Buzz..."
Qianyu noticed that something in the mustard seed bag was emitting a strange reaction. He opened the mustard seed bag and found that an object was blooming with silver light. The light was not intense. He took out the object and was surprised to find that
, this thing is the map he got a few years ago from the ancient tomb in the outer area of the Necromantic Abyss that is said to be the burial place of the Holy Lord Tianlei!
"Is this map... really related to the Holy Lord Tianlei?" Qianyu guessed to himself after noticing the map's special reaction.
"It's possible." Xue Ji looked at the map in Qianyu's hand curiously and said.
While moving forward, Qianyu encountered four puppet cultivators, all of whom were dealt with by Xue Ji at will. As he got closer and closer to the inner area, the sense of oppression became stronger and stronger, and Qianyu felt that his breathing became rapid.
When he got up, the light blooming on the map also became gorgeous, and the patterns on it changed, converging into tiny lightning bolts, constantly beating with luster.
In order to prevent unnecessary trouble, Qianyu put away the map. At this time, they had officially entered the inner area. The vegetation here was sparse, and every ancient tree was charred black, as if it had been struck by lightning. It was very tall,
The towering trees, lush branches and leaves block out the sky and the sun, resulting in insufficient light in the forest.
From a distance, you can notice a series of shocking auras appearing in the distance. It is a mountain peak hundreds of feet high. The trees on the mountain are dead gray, and the towering rocks are also burnt black. From a distance, the peaks are pierced.
The clouds reach into the sky and stand proudly in the clouds.
"The ancient tomb of Holy Lord Tianlei is hidden under that mountain peak. The elders of the Wanyang Holy Land and the people of the Lei Ling Clan are guarding in front of the mountain peak. There are also many cultivators watching the excitement hiding nearby. They should be waiting for the ban.
After opening it, take advantage of the chaos and go to the ancient tomb to grab some treasures." Xue Ji's eyes fell on the bottom of the mountain and introduced Qianyu.
Qianyu's eyes fell on the bottom of the mountain peak. The dense ancient trees blocked his view. Only by getting close to the mountain peak could he see its true face. With this in mind, he quickened his pace and approached the mountain peak at a faster speed.
After a while, Qianyu and Xueji appeared at the foot of the mountain peak. There were sparse but tall ancient trees nearby. Many cultivators were waiting here in groups. An invisible but substantial space restriction was like a natural chasm, blocking everyone from the mountain peak. , everyone can only watch from a distance, and no one can break the ban.
Looking up, in the sky closest to the restriction, there are cultivators standing on both sides of the sky. The man on the left is a middle-aged man with sword-shaped eyebrows and sharp eyebrows. The whole person is like an unsheathed sword, and he is imposing. Although the person did not speak, he carried his own majesty. Qianyu knew this person, he was Wu Jian, the master of Wanyang Peak, and he was also Duan Yuming’s master!
Duan Yuming did not go with him. Standing next to Wu Jian was a woman, also wearing a fiery red gown. She had a graceful figure and an outstanding temperament, but her face was extremely cold, giving people a feeling of indifference.
"Shen Honglian is here too..." Qianyu's eyes fell on Shen Honglian and he muttered to himself. Then he turned his eyes and looked at the group of people on the right. This group of people were all men. What caught his eye was the standing position. The middle-aged man at the front has silver hair, silver eyebrows and beard. He is tall and powerful, wearing gray animal armor. He holds a silver bow and arrow, and carries a quiver on his back. There are sparsely placed arrows in the quiver. Holding a few long arrows.
"His name is Dasar, and he is the leader of that group of people. "Dasar" is the language of thunder, and it symbolizes the son of the God of Thunder among the Thunder Spirit tribe." Seeing Qianyu's puzzled expression, Xue Ji introduced him.
Qianyu nodded in confusion. Although he couldn't tell Dasar's cultivation level, but judging from the domineering title of "Son of the God of Thunder", Dasar was definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp.
"When I came here, I happened to see him fighting with the two elders from Wanyang Holy Land. He was one against two, but he was not at a disadvantage. This was largely because he had a middle-grade holy weapon - silver. Dragon Bow."
"That bow is a middle-grade holy weapon?" Qianyu couldn't believe it. The so-called middle-grade holy weapon looked too ordinary.
"Don't underestimate that bow. The arrows shot by the silver dragon bow have the terrifying power of a dragon. At the same time, they can carry ten thousand feet of silver thunder and have huge lethality. Even I don't dare to catch his arrows head-on. That's it. Relying on the silver dragon bow, he can draw a tie with the two elders of Wanyang Holy Land." Xue Ji told Qianyu about the power of the silver dragon bow. Qianyu nodded thoughtfully, and then hid with Xue Ji aside. , asked: "So far, no one has been able to open this restriction?"
"Yes." Blood Princess replied, "Dassar once joined hands with the two elders of Wanyang Holy Land to try to break the ban. Not only did they fail, but they were seriously injured by the rebound force of the ban. Since then, they have I have been waiting here, discussing various methods, but none of them worked."
"I heard from Dasal that in order to open this restriction, one thing is necessary."
Qianyu looked at Mengmeng curiously and said, "What is it?"
"The Key of the Forbidden."
Qianyu looked at Mengmeng in confusion, waiting for her explanation.
"Dassar said that only by obtaining the key to the restriction and cooperating with the formation of the Thunder Spirit Clan can we break the restriction and enter the ancient tomb."
"I'm curious, since they can't enter the ancient tomb, why do they think the tomb is under the mountain?"
"I heard that Holy Lord Tianlei is also a member of the Lei Ling tribe. People in the Lei Ling tribe have strong reactions to each other. They can feel the existence of Holy Lord Tianlei and they were buried under the mountain."
After hearing this explanation, Qianyu's doubts disappeared, "Buzz..." The map in the mustard bag released strong fluctuations, which surprised him: "What's going on?"
After taking out the map, the light spots on the map bloomed with dazzling light, forming a silver beam of light that shot straight towards the distant space restriction.
The sudden change undoubtedly attracted the attention of everyone present. For a moment, the eyes of cultivators such as Wu Jian, Shen Honglian, and Dasal all focused on the location of Qianyu. They did not understand. What was going on? Only Dasal was the first to react and said something. Qianyu couldn't understand it at all, but it could be seen from Dasal's eyes that this map was definitely not simple! (To be continued )