Chapter 101: The magic pattern on the forehead of the mural becomes more and more brilliant, and the man in the mural...
The wind blew through the tombstones, making bursts of whimpers, like a baby crying, which seemed eerie and strange in the tomb forest.
Having seen the strangeness of the cemetery, the two were very cautious along the way.
From the beginning, Yun Wanzhou's steps seemed to be full of wind and he did not stop all the way.
Xie Wuyang was so breathless that he could barely keep up.
The wax apple cemetery has been built here since the early days of wax apple. Some of the tombstones were erected earlier, but have long been incomplete due to wind, rain, mildew and moss corrosion.
Finally, when Xie Wuyang was tripped by a stone that suddenly appeared under his feet for the umpteenth time, his body became unstable and he stumbled forward.
When danger comes, the body always reacts before the brain.
Before Xie Wuyang could come to his senses, his hands had already grabbed something nearby to steady his body.
"What are you doing?!" Yun Wanzhou shouted in anger.
Xie Wuyang's scalp tightened, and he raised his head belatedly, looking at the object he had been clinging to in a hurry.
Under the palm, the embroidery pattern of auspicious clouds is faintly visible, and golden lines shuttle through the snow-white fabric. Following closely below is a slender, strong and slightly undulating waist.
The thing he grabbed in a moment of panic turned out to be Yun Wanzhou's belt?!
Realizing what he had done, and looking at Yun Wanzhou's face full of shame and anger, Xie Wuyang felt a burning sensation in his palms, and he loosened his clenched hands as if they were a hot potato.
Immediately afterwards, there was a "thump" sound.
The dignified Demon Lord fell face down on the ground, lying flat on his face.
"Master... Master..." Xie Wuyang supported himself on the ground with his hands, and was about to use the force to stand up, when he suddenly felt a pain under his palm, as if he was stabbed by something.
Yun Wanzhou took a deep breath and tried his best to keep his voice calm. "Why don't you get up quickly?"
Xie Wuyang was stunned for a moment, then he stood up and half-crouched on the spot, raising his hand to rub the stone stained with his blood, "Master, something is wrong here..."
Before he could finish the word "Jing", Yun Wanzhou's anxious voice suddenly came from above his head, "Are you injured?"
Xie Wuyang raised his head and shook the wound on his hand nonchalantly, "It's okay, little..."
When his eyes met Yun Wanzhou's furrowed brows, Xie Wuyang's mind moved and he changed the subject, "Maybe this place is too strange. Although the wound is small, it is connected to the heart, so it hurts a lot."
As he spoke, Xie Wuyang blinked his eyes and forced out two tears.
It is said that caring too much will lead to confusion. No matter how smart Ren Yunwanzhou is, he believed it about 70% at this moment. He placed his two fingers on the palm of Xie Wuyang and waved them lightly.
As the pain dissipated, it was like a small brush scratching Xie Wuyang's heart, causing his whole body to shudder and tremble violently.
"Does it still hurt?" Looking at the wound that was almost healed, Yun Wanzhou frowned even more tightly.
Xie Wuyang put his hands behind his back guiltily and shook his head hurriedly, "Thank you, Master. I'm fine now! Master, please..."
"Master, why not take a look at this!" Xie Wuyang paused, then remembered his previous discovery and changed the subject, "Perhaps there's some kind of formation set up here."
Yun Wanzhou's gaze stayed on Xie Wuyang for a moment before he looked at the stone on the ground.
The roads in the Forest of Steles are already rugged and gravel is common.
This stone is deep underground. Normally, people would just think it is a corner of someone's tomb that was split off and left here, and no one would pay much attention to it.
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips in thought.
Xie Wuyang said, "My disciple just left a bloodstain on here, but it dried up in just a moment."
An ordinary stone would never dry up so quickly, not to mention that there is no trace left on it, so there must be something strange.
Xie Wuyang had some thoughts in his mind and used his spiritual power to give it a try.
The transparent and cold hilt of the sword touched Xie Wuyang's wrist. Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyelids slightly and said in a calm voice, "If you are not sure, don't act rashly."
As he spoke, Yun Wanzhou gently used the hilt of his sword to push Xie Wuyang's hand away, "Step back."
Xie Wuyang stood up subconsciously. At the same time, the Broken Snow Sword was unsheathed. A flash of light appeared all over his body, and the tip of the sword pierced straight to a strange place.
"boom--"
Under the huge impact, Xie Wuyang raised his hands to cover his face and took several steps back.
"Puff, cough, cough..." Xie Wuyang waved away the dust in front of his eyes and steadied himself.
The wax apple cemetery, which seemed to have no end in sight just now, now had a huge pit several miles wide in the middle. It was bottomless and pitch black.
Xie Wuyang wiped his dusty lips, took a step forward, and was about to find out what was going on when he suddenly heard a sound of golden clashes. Then, the familiar hilt of a sword pressed against his lower abdomen, pushing him back several steps.
"Be careful." Yun Wanzhou had retreated behind Xie Wuyang at some point, holding Xie Wuyang's lower back with his right hand.
Although the Broken Snow Sword had not been unsheathed, it had indeed stabbed Xie Wuyang badly.
Xie Wuyang felt a sudden pain in his lower abdomen. He was stunned for a moment. "What?"
The sound of earth and rocks breaking came from under his feet, and Xie Wuyang subconsciously looked down.
The deep pit expanded outward again, and several pieces of rubble fell into the abyss, and there was silence for a long time.
Xie Wuyang's thoughts paused, and he understood instantly.
If Yun Wanzhou had not been quick-witted, he would have disappeared and died without a complete body.
"The Wax Apple Tomb Forest was not built overnight. This place must have been left by our ancestors." Yun Wanzhou put his hands behind his back.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but touch his back that had been touched, forcing himself to calm down. "Instead of guessing here, why don't you go down and find out what's going on? You must not let this troublesome Jiang Lin go."
"The situation underground is still unclear. Going alone might lead to accidents. I will go with you."
After saying that, without waiting for Xie Wuyang to come back to his senses, Yun Wanzhou suddenly raised his hand and threw the broken snow into the air, then with a tip of his toes, he grabbed Xie Wuyang onto the sword.
At the end of the darkness, the light is getting closer and closer.
Yun Wanzhou put his fingers together and bent his knees slightly forward, "Hold on tight."
Thinking of his previous experiences with Yu, Xie Wuyang's heart sank and he hurriedly grasped Yun Wanzhou's sleeve.
Immediately afterwards, the already swiftly moving snow fell like lightning, accelerating suddenly.
Xie Wuyang lost his strength and immediately hugged the other person's waist tightly with his hands, which had originally wanted to act like a gentleman.
A ray of white light pierced into Xie Wuyang's pupils. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the surroundings seemed to have changed into a completely different world.
"It really is a different world." Xie Wuyang jumped off the broken snow and exclaimed.
Yun Wanzhou retracted the spiritual weapon with a flick of his sleeve, turned back to look at Xie Wuyang, and said, "Follow closely."
"Disciple understands." Xie Wuyang nodded.
After all, he has experienced life and death several times. This time, the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, and the Nightmare Stone has disappeared.
With my Jindan cultivation level, how could I compare to the safety of Yun Wanzhou?
Xie Wuyang followed closely behind without thinking. Perhaps because there was a barrier left by the ancestors in the cemetery, the tracking technique could not be used for the time being. The two could only move around blindly based on their intuition.
Fortunately, there is not much space left at the bottom of the black hole, and there is only a road a few people wide for people to pass through.
The candle flames at both ends, which were shielded by spiritual power, were swaying. Xie Wuyang used the light of the fire to look at the furnishings around him, but unfortunately, as far as he could see, he could not see the Nightmare Stone, let alone Jiang Lin's shadow.
Could it be that Jiang Lin was just bluffing and setting this place up to mislead them?
Xie Wuyang paused slightly and called out to the person in front of him, "Master, we've reached the end."
Yun Wanzhou stood in front of the stone wall without saying a word.
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment. "Jiang Lin has been hiding in the Immortal Sect for so long, he must be very cunning. It's possible that he set up this place to lure us in."
"You're right." Yun Wanzhou nodded in agreement.
"Then why is Master still..."
"But you've overlooked one thing," Yun Wanzhou suddenly interrupted. "There are countless heroic souls in the cemetery, and the Lily Trees have always set up barriers. With so many barriers everywhere, how could they easily set up a place like this?"
Xie Wuyang paused, then straightened his expression, "Master, what you mean is..."
"Where there is a dead end, there is always a way out."
Yun Wanzhou raised his right hand, and when his palm touched the stone wall, his spiritual power gathered.
Although Xie Wuyang has dealt with the Immortal Sect for several years, he is not a member of the Immortal Sect after all.
As for the affairs within the immortal sect, especially the twists and turns of various sects and schools for hundreds of years, it is impossible to say that I understand them.
What's more, he was wholeheartedly devoted to the Nightmare Stone of Cangqiong Mountain and did not take other sects seriously.
Spiritual power overflowed from between his fingers and turned into stars. At the same time, the stone wall under his palm began to vibrate, cracks spread out, and broken stones fell, revealing a stone door.
Yun Wanzhou pushed with his palm and the stone door opened.
Yun Wanzhou looked calm, as if he had anticipated and mastered everything. "Let's go."
Compared to the narrow and simple scene when you first enter the cave, the scene behind the stone gate is completely different.
The decoration is low-key and luxurious, and the surrounding area is illuminated by spiritual fire, making it look like daytime.
Even more spectacular are the colorful and lifelike murals on the walls.
I don't know which famous craftsman painted it, but the person painted on the wall is sitting cross-legged with an indifferent expression, except for a red dot between his eyebrows, which makes his face look as pale as snow. His pupils are deep and dark, as if they were the abyss.
Almost the moment he met those eyes, Xie Wuyang's heart skipped a beat. Then, a chilling chill from the outside in penetrated deep into his lungs, freezing him to the spot.
"Are you okay?" Yun Wanzhou noticed something strange about Xie Wuyang from the corner of his eye, frowned, and turned his head away. "Are you okay?"
Xie Wuyang acted as if he didn't hear anything and didn't respond.
Yun Wanzhou frowned tightly, raised his hand and touched Xie Wuyang's shoulder, "Are you okay?"
Xie Wuyang seemed to be frightened and stepped back suddenly, avoiding Yun Wanzhou's hand.
"Nothing happened, did you see anything?"
Xie Wuyang turned his head and looked up with a blank and dazed look.
"Nothing's wrong!" Yun Wanzhou's voice rose in a serious tone, "Calm down and concentrate!"
Xie Wuyang's expression was clear for a moment and confused for a moment. As he struggled hard, the devil pattern on his forehead was faintly visible.
Seeing that things were going badly, Yun Wanzhou made a quick decision. He put his index fingers together and touched Xie Wuyang's forehead, suppressing him with his spiritual power, "Wuyang, wake up!"
The magic pattern on the forehead became brighter and brighter. The man in the mural was sitting upright, with a look of blood on his forehead. Upon closer inspection, the pattern on Xie Wuyang's forehead was exactly the same.
Spring goes and autumn comes, the years change.
After an unknown amount of time, Xie Wuyang finally heard the sound again.
"Why aren't you awake yet?" someone asked in his ear.
"He seems to have been sleeping for a long time."
"How long did you sleep?" someone else asked.
"I don't remember. I just remember that when he came, the peaches outside the cave were not ripe yet."
"Where is the Immortal Venerable who sent him?"
Immortal Lord?
Are they talking about Yun Wanzhou?
This situation, this scene, this heart, this feeling, seem familiar.
It seems more like...
That dream five hundred years later was just a dream.
But the dream was fragmented and incoherent. Where was he now? What year was it?
"You mean the monk who always has a cold face and a gaze that can freeze people to death?"
"Don't you know him?"
How could I not recognize him? Xie Wuyang thought to himself. This description must be Yun Wanzhou.
As expected, the man continued, "That was the Immortal Lord Cang Qiong, the person who contributed the most to killing the demon."
"Him?" Something seemed to flap its wings twice, then pecked Xie Wuyang on the face twice, "Could this person be..."
"It was the devil who committed so many evil things and was finally killed by the Immortal Venerable with a single sword strike."
"Help..." Maybe it was because he slept too long, but in a trance, Xie Wuyang heard a bird's cry, followed by a "clang" sound and the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the wind.
"Didn't I tell you not to come?" a familiar voice came.
Xie Wuyang's breathing stagnated as an irrepressible excitement overwhelmed him.
It was a long-lost pleasure of meeting a worthy opponent.
Now it is mixed with that unknown secret friendship that took place five hundred years later.
When a person is in darkness, vision dissipates and other senses are amplified several times.
Xie Wuyang was speechless, suppressing the emotions gushing out of his heart. Every inch of his body was closely related to Yun Wanzhou's every move.
He listened to the man walk in, felt the man leaning over, and felt the slowly raised hand touching his cheek.
Although his spiritual consciousness was unable to control his body, Xie Wuyang felt his whole body trembling.
What exactly does Yun Wanzhou want to do?
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