I don’t know whether it’s because it was buried underground. Although it has gone through endless years, this palace-like mausoleum shows no trace of wear and weathering.
The exquisite stone carvings of unknown animals and the colorful paint that decorate the building are still as good as new.
As soon as the palm of your hand makes slight contact with the painted door in front of you, you can feel that this door, which looks like a wooden door, is made of smooth stones carefully polished, cold and heavy.
Even though there is some truth in the Wangzi Jue, Wang Chen is not prepared to continue following the Wenzi Jue.
For a dignified high-level casual cultivator on the sixth level of Qi Condensation, it is an extremely legitimate act to bring the inheritance hidden deep in the mausoleum to light. Does it need to ask for the consent of so and so?
After all, it’s just a word of advancement. Why waste so much words? Isn’t it shameful?
So when Wang Chen opened the door of the mausoleum, he didn't hesitate much.
The stone door was heavy, but it opened silently, and darkness and coldness rushed in.
Before he had time to take a look at the scene in front of him, the two stone doors were shut tightly and silently, as if they were being pulled by external forces.
Darkness instantly overwhelmed him.
The sparks jumped slightly, and then a rolling and burning fireball condensed in Wang Chen's hand, with Tai Chi patterns faintly rotating in it.
This basic fireball technique, which has long been transformed, is supported by the six layers of Qi Condensation True Power. It emits a high temperature that far exceeds that of mortal flames. With his palm as the center, the light of the fireball spreads out, illuminating It lights up this space.
It looks like a front hall, and the most eye-catching thing is a large bright red chair in front of it, with countless painful faces embossed on it.
The two rows of the hall were filled with paper figures, which were lifelike. However, the lips of both men and women were as red as blood, and they had strange smiles. Because of the orientation, Wang Chen felt that the faces of the paper figures were drawn in pairs. His dull eyes seemed to be staring at him, trying to see clearly this uninvited guest.
"Dong...dong..." It seemed like someone was coming from somewhere.
"call."
Wang Chen was looking for the source of the sound, but the real fire condensed in the magic formula in his hand suddenly went out, as if it was blown out by something.
The moment the fire went from extremely bright to extinguished, he saw a strange twisted figure appearing in front of the bright red seat.
Her long hair hung down, covering her true face, but she was wearing a bright red robe, and the blood-like color seemed to remain on the retina even after everything faded into darkness.
Her walking posture is very strange, as if her feet cannot bend and can only move stiffly from side to side. Therefore, with every step, her body shakes violently from side to side, making a heavy sound. The strangest thing is that she is wearing a pair of black embroidered shoes on her feet. Shining black!
"Ghost blowing out the lamp?"
Among the legends circulating about touching gold, there is indeed a saying that ghosts blow out lanterns. The predecessors of touching gold often warned future generations that if they encounter ghosts blowing out lanterns, they must leave the mausoleum immediately, otherwise their lives will be risked.
But according to legend, ghosts blow out candles when they blow out lamps. How could it be so exaggerated to blow out real fire?
"You really think I'm scared." Wang Chen snorted coldly.
The magic formula was activated, and almost at the same time, six blazing fireballs condensed in the sky, just like six suns suddenly rising in the dark sky.
The warmth dissipates the coldness here, making everything strange and strange. The bright lights are enough to annihilate all fears.
The footsteps suddenly stopped.
Wang Chen stared at the dazzling bright red body in front of him, as if he wanted to see the ghostly eyes clearly from the hair that was scattered and covering his face.
Click...
Click...
In the heart-wrenching voice, the head slowly rotated 180 degrees, and a face with wide eyes, pale, but with a weird smile appeared in front of him.
She was actually walking with her head on her back.
With the magic formula, the fireball flew out with a bang, the flames streaked through the air, and there would be a terrible explosion in the next moment. The Taoist true fire would purify all evil spirits.
"Hehehe."
A weird laugh arose.
Pfft.
Six menacing fireballs were extinguished instantly, and the hall plunged into darkness again.
"Excuse me."
Wang Chen decisively turned around and pushed the door open.
Instantly extinguishing six fireballs containing Taoist true fire like blowing out candles, this weird magical power is far beyond what I can handle now.
As he turned around, footsteps suddenly appeared behind him.
A spark flashed in the palm of his hand, and Wang Chen seemed to have been prepared for it. A ball of real fire containing raging flames exploded beside him, sparks flying everywhere.
With the light of the flames, his body suddenly rotated, and the Qinggang sword he had already held in his hand turned into a cyan arc and suddenly slashed out.
The moment he turned around, what was reflected in his pupils was that strange face, and in an instant, only darkness remained.
Countless sparks were extinguished at the same time, and the blue moon-like sword light was submerged in the boundless darkness and ended abruptly.
The feeling of swinging the sword with all his strength but suddenly stopping made Wang Chen a little uncomfortable. However, what was even more uncomfortable was that at this moment, he seemed to be trapped in a nightmare and couldn't move at all.
It's like being surrounded by countless invisible hands without leaving an inch of space. It's a kind of cold, all-pervasive energy, much like a very yin soul lock.
The ancestral energy is still flowing, and it can still flow. Wang Chen is not ready to sit still and wait for death. For these ghosts that look eerie and terrifying, in many cases, as long as you are not afraid, you can survive.
At this moment, a cool breeze blew by.
He suddenly felt a coldness in his arm, as if a cold hand was tightly grasping his arm, and then the wind suddenly picked up in his ears, and his whole body flew up like a cloud and mist.
This hand seemed to have a different kind of magic power, and his body regained its ability to move in an instant.
Wang Chen raised his head in disbelief. In front of him was a gauze white dress like snow, a pleated skirt dancing lightly, and misty blue silk.
A female ghost in fluttering white clothes actually pulled him, flying to an unknown destination, just like a dark willow and a bright flower.
Until the hazy golden light traces the shape of a door, and when you walk through the door, you feel a sense of solidity beneath your feet.
Only then did he realize that he had arrived at an extremely spacious room, which was flat without any furnishings and looked more like a square, hollow pillar.
However, right in the middle of the room, there was a coffin hanging in the air, suspended in the air by chains as thick as four arms, and it was covered with patina.
"Bronze coffin, son-in-law's tomb, don't come near if you don't have a strong character." He didn't take it to heart at all, and the two lines of words in front of the tomb inexplicably appeared in Wang Chen's mind.
Then his eyes were attracted by a shining golden sword right in front of the coffin.
Different from ordinary flying swords, this sword is broad and thick. The sword body is full of Sanskrit characters and exudes a faint golden light. Sanskrit singing can be heard among the flowing light patterns.
The golden light that filled the entire tomb came from this sword.
"Six Path Swords, the supreme sword that contains the ability to subjugate demons, there are nine in total, each one contains the inheritance of a sword technique. Chance strength: great."
"Inheritance..." Wang Chen was inexplicably stunned.
Fighting with life to kill Yin Shiyu,
Even though he knew that he would die nine times or even ten times, he still chose to enter this ghostly tomb.
Isn’t it because of these two words?
The graceful figure in front of her slowly turned around, with a delicate oval face, black hair and white skirt, cool and graceful.
"Please young hero, please draw your sword and succumb to the demon."
Her face is as pretty as orchid, and her voice is as cold as a bird's song.
Hearing this, Wang Chen was shocked and his pupils suddenly shrank.