Chapter 634: Miao Jiuming
? There is a saying that just came out of Longtan and entered the tiger's lair. Liu Lang feels this way now. If he can choose again in life, he will definitely return to the previous trap, although the place is a little smaller and deserted. , but at least there is no danger to life, and here it is different.
In the blink of an eye, Liu Lang took out the lightning talisman.
The only way to deal with a strong person in the Profound Core Realm is to act first. Once the Profound Core Realm elder of the Wuji Sect reacts, he will probably be killed before he can use the Lightning Talisman.
"No!" Just as Liu Lang was gritting his teeth and preparing to raze the entire Floating Cloud Sect to the ground, the Yaoxiu suddenly screamed.
Liu Lang stopped immediately.
"They don't seem to see us!" Yaoxiu reminded Liu Lang.
"It seems so." Liu Lang also reacted.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for the old man of Profound Core Realm of the Promise Sect and Wu Mingsheng and others to notice that the two of them are living people appearing here like this.
But the fact is that Wu Mingsheng still commanded a group of disciples of the Floating Cloud Sect to demolish the hall. And the old man in the Profound Core Realm stood beside him, his face was cloudy and uncertain, as if he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent it.
"This is a mirror image!"
The next moment, Liu Lang finally discovered the problem. What appeared in front of his eyes was not a real person, but just an image. Liu Lang spun around on the spot. Only then did I realize that it wasn't just this mirror image. The situation in many places in the Floating Cloud Sect was displayed before my eyes, including the mountain gate. Liu Lang took a few steps forward, reached out and touched it, and it was cold. Made of mirror-like special material. Includes ground and roof.
"It's another formation!"
Liu Lang suddenly understood.
It seems that there is only one person who can apply formations to this level, and that is the founder of Fuyun Sect, the genius of formations Ye Qingsui. Looking at the surrounding situation, the entire Floating Cloud Sect seems to be under the monitoring of these mirror images.
You must know that Ye Qingsui was a character nearly ten thousand years ago. At that time, he had such a high-end idea and put it into practice. It is really creative.
"But is it just for monitoring?" Liu Lang felt that it would definitely not be that simple.
Shuttle between mirror images, Liu Lang felt a little dazzled,
After making a big circle, he sadly found that this place is similar to the cave just now, with no exit or entrance. The only difference may be that the materials used to make it are different. It seems that he has to find the dark eye again.
Just when he was about to take out the compass and calculate the direction, he suddenly found a circular platform made of jade in the center of the entire space.
The platform is about one person high and ten meters in diameter.
A man in a black robe sat on the floor with his back against the platform, his head was covered by a hat connected to the black robe, his face could not be seen clearly, and he sat there motionless.
"Who are you?" Liu Lang suddenly became vigilant, holding You Xijian in his hand, and asked in a deep voice.
But the man in black under the platform didn't respond, as if he didn't hear it at all.
Although the black-robed man didn't hear it, the demon cultivator not far away could hear it very clearly. When he heard someone else, he limped up behind Liu Lang with a vigilant look on his face.
"Who are you?" Liu Lang asked again.
However, the other party still did not respond.
Liu Lang frowned, walked forward cautiously, and lifted the hat off the man's head with his sword.
It was a young man with his eyes closed and his expression peaceful. She looked only in her twenties, but her head was full of white hair, which was extremely uncoordinated.
"Miao Jiuming!"
After seeing the appearance of the man in black, the demon cultivator at the back shouted in surprise.
Liu Lang squatted down, put his finger on the black-robed man's neck to check, then stood up, turned around and said to the demon cultivator, "He's dead. Do you know him?"
"Dead!" Yaoxiu was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing, "This is what happens when good is rewarded, Miao Jiuming, I didn't expect you to die before me!"
After laughing, the demon cultivator sneered and said, "Of course I know him. He imprisoned me for eight hundred years and turned me into ashes. I know his bones."
"He is the suzerain of the Floating Cloud Sect?" Liu Lang asked in surprise.
"That's right!" Yaoxiu nodded.
"Then why did he die here? And it doesn't look like a dead person at all." If he hadn't felt his pulse, Liu Lang wouldn't have dared to confirm that this person was dead.
"Maybe it's the environment here that can preserve corpses for a long time." After living for thousands of years, the demon cultivator still has some insight, guessed in a deep voice.
"It can only be explained in this way." Liu Lang nodded. Although I don't know Miao Jiuming, but for the sake of the big sister, I can't let her die here.
Liu Lang moved the corpse to the side and laid it flat. Suddenly, a white handkerchief slipped out of the corpse's clothes. The handkerchief was densely covered with small red characters.
It looked like it was written in blood.
Liu Lang picked it up and read it word by word.
"I have practiced for more than a hundred years, and only reached the late stage of the Condensed Yuan Realm. My talent is limited. I know that I will not be able to succeed, and it is difficult to improve, so I turned to study the way of formation. The ape is stuck here, the white ape has awe-inspiring talent, and there is little suspense in reaching the Profound Core Realm, hoping that it can be used by the Floating Cloud Sect to keep the Floating Cloud Sect alive for a thousand years, but..."
Hundreds of words were written profusely on both sides of the handkerchief. After reading it, Liu Lang finally knew the whole story, including the cause of Miao Jiuming's death.
As the suzerain of the Fuyun Sect, Miao Jiuming deeply felt that his own strength was not enough to support the sect, so he wanted to take the white ape, that is, the demon cultivator in front of him, for his own use.
It's just that Bai Yuan disagreed, and the two sides were at loggerheads. Miao Jiuming took advantage of this time to study the protective formation of the Fuyun Sect, but it turned out that the protective formation of the Floating Cloud Sect was too mysterious, and with his talent, he could only reach a marginal point. Jiuming has a character of not admitting defeat, so he comprehends it forcefully, but as a result, he exhausts his energy and grows gray overnight.
Knowing that time is running out, Miao Jiuming left this letter to warn future disciples of the Floating Cloud Sect, unless they have great talents, they must not study the set of protective formations left by their ancestors, otherwise they will be like him. , was backlashed.
From this point of view, it may have been 800 years since Miao Jiuming died. When the white ape decided to surrender to become the guardian beast of the Floating Cloud Sect, Miao Jiuming was already dead.
"Look at it!" Liu Lang threw the handkerchief to Yaoxiu Baiyuan.
Bai Yuan held the handkerchief and looked at it for a long time, then raised his head blankly, "I can't read."
"Damn! Then you didn't say it earlier." Liu Lang cursed, took back the handkerchief, and told Bai Yuan what was on it.
"Did he say how to get out here?" Bai Yuan asked. Miao Jiuming was his enemy, he didn't care about his mental journey back then, what he cared about was how he got out.
"I didn't say it, but I think all the answers should be here." Liu Lang pointed to the platform in front of him and said. If he guessed correctly, this platform is the hub to control the entire guardian array.
Liu Lang jumped onto the platform.
On the nearly 100-square-meter platform, lines of various colors criss-crossed, like a maze. Liu Lang became dizzy after just one glance.