Just like Yin Shiyu would not have thought that a low-level cultivator would actually possess more than one fire bolt.
Wang Chen also did not expect that behind the huge stone door of the mausoleum was a wide and regular corridor like a cave.
The stone wall was very cold, and the rock was of unknown thickness, completely different from the buildings I had seen outside.
I don't know where this passage leads, and the front is pitch black. Even if Wang Chen tries his best to look, he can only see things about a foot in front of him. Other than that, there is thick darkness, and even his spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate the darkness.
In the darkness, there seemed to be a cold wind blowing. Although it was not strong, it was biting and cold.
This feeling of not being able to see things from the front, back, left, and right will soon make people lose their sense of security, and then Wang Chen's brows frowned.
The cold wind here is weird. With his cultivation of the fifth level of Qi Condensation, and with the protection of his true power, he will not feel the cold even if he wears no clothes in the ice and snow. However, this cold wind actually seems to penetrate directly through the clothes, and Zhen
The force penetrates directly into the body, like...
"It's like something is blowing on me." Wang Chen thought provocatively.
Walked in the dark for a while.
The faint light of the Qinggang Sword was projected onto the cave wall, but from the corner of his eyes, he noticed that the cave wall suddenly changed. There seemed to be lines on the smooth blue-black stone. Wang Chen got closer, and the Qinggang Sword became silent.
floated over, illuminating his face and the bluestone together.
Looking carefully through the green light of Qinggang Sword, the simple lines on the wall appear to be a huge mural. There are only a few strokes, and the strokes are like scratches, but they are very expressive.
On the mural are several ferocious-looking ghosts surrounding a person. Compared with those ghosts, this person looks very small, but the person seems to be walking without realizing that he is in danger.
"It's a bit weird." Wang Chen frowned. The mural was very ghostly. Although it matched the darkness of the tunnel, it was completely inconsistent with his first impression of this mausoleum.
Although it is written on the map that this is a mausoleum, even the dignitaries in mortal countries often build their tombs like luxurious palace gardens. What's more, when I took a quick look on the steps of the square just now, that
The majestic architectural complex is breathtaking.
Logically speaking, this so-called mausoleum should be full of fairy spirit.
After all, which successful ancient cultivator would make the place after his death full of ghosts?
He took a few more steps forward and looked towards the stone wall, only to see that the tiny figure on the second mural had fallen to the ground, and several green-faced and fanged monsters were surrounding him.
"It's actually a narrative mural?" Wang Chen unconsciously leaned over. Based on his limited archaeological knowledge, some tombs often use murals to narrate the life events of the tomb owner.
Maybe I can get the information about the tomb from these murals, so as to be more sure of the opportunity to obtain this implicit inheritance.
While thinking about it, Wang Chen walked forward.
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Huge stone pillars stand in this underground square, and the fluorite on the top still spreads a soft light.
It was like a witness to that fierce fight not long ago.
The hard and smooth marble was shattered by the terrifying explosion caused by the fire bolt, and the remaining terrifying real fire melted it into a large semicircular pit.
Densely packed stone holes are scattered all around, like rootless water dripping through the stone over time.
A charred human figure lay quietly next to the big pit, with its body showing irregular twists.
The white light was shining brightly, and in the boundless silence, a black shadow descended from the void like lightning.
"Bang!" Black mist suddenly burst out.
It turned into several streams of black smoke and penetrated into Yin Shiyu's body.
In an instant, Yin Shiyu's body suddenly bounced up, and his eyes suddenly opened.
Boundless and gloomy eyes were flowing, and his charred and broken face showed an extreme expression of sadness and anger.
"No matter who it is, I will torture his soul for tens of thousands of years!"
Standing up slowly, the Jiyin Sect Master had spent hundreds of years cultivating himself. He could calm down the anger in his heart, but he only felt a chill in his body.
Yin Shiyu's clothes were completely ruined.
He wanted to take out the clothes to hide his shame from the ring, but found that everything in the ring had been stripped away.
Ji Yin's eyes shot out with disbelief, and then burst into uncontrollable anger. Even the charred black and bloodless face had several blood channels, and the blood slowly flowed out, which was extremely terrifying.
This physical body simply cannot bear the true power of his soul.
After panting violently for a long time, Jiyin Sect Master calmed down, but his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water was dripping from his face.
When he made handprints with his charred fingers, several scorched muscles that had lost their toughness broke, making a tooth-piercing sound.
But Ji Yin's soul-casting technique can even control the remains of ancient cultivators, let alone the newly deceased Yin Master Yu?
"Crack..." The tendon kept breaking, and there was a faint trace of blood oozing out. As if he didn't realize it, he pinched the magic formula.
Suddenly, with Ji Yin's body as the center, the black mist suddenly condensed. Two bright red claws suddenly emerged from the black mist, and then a ferocious ghost head with three eyes and dense fangs emerged from the black mist.
Emerging from...
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Sometimes some bad feelings will appear in people's hearts for no apparent reason.
It's called an ominous premonition.
This feeling often does not come true, but when it does, it will bring doom.
Wang Chen felt that he now had an unknown premonition.
He was looking at the mural very carefully, even though the mural was very scary and weird.
The third mural was bloody and cruel. The characters in the mural were killed by ghosts. Their heads and bodies were cut into two parts, and all limbs were missing. The entire mural was painted by someone unknown, and it turned out to be red, like blood spattering. This made those ghosts appear...
It's vivid and terrifying.
The blood-red rush to his face made Wang Chen feel even more gloomy and cold here.
A gust of dark wind blew from behind. Wang Chen subconsciously looked back, but his eyes were filled with endless darkness.
The tunnel was too empty, and he couldn't see anything. When he looked back, he could see nothing but darkness.
However, just when he turned around, he suddenly felt something in the darkness and blew a breath at him.
According to legend, everyone has three balls of fire, one on the top of the head and the other two on the shoulders. This is the so-called "Samadhi True Fire". The old man often warned that when people walk on the road at night, no matter what you hear,
Sound, as long as you don't look back, your fire will never go out
, demons and monsters are afraid of your "Samadhi True Fire" and cannot get close to you. And if you cannot resist their temptation and look back, every time you look back, one of the fires on your body will be blown out by the ghosts and monsters.
When all the lamps are blown out, they will be able to do whatever they want to you.
In the secret, Wang Chen suddenly felt that some legends were not necessarily absurd lies.