Chapter 223: Funeral Palace in Suburban Beijing (50)
Assessment task?
All along, the title tasks of the series can automatically obtain the title after reaching the task progress. Why is the Domination series title so special that it must complete a special assessment task to obtain it?
What exactly caused the task progress to surge?
All these questions were mixed in the overly messy and crazy thoughts. 10 SAN points, an extremely low number that has never been seen before, Wei Xun's brain shook, and his ears were full of endless buzzing. He could no longer see any scene in front of him, only colorful and pure color blocks.
Bright color blocks of all sizes filled his entire vision, and every breath was filled with a rich fragrance that could make people drunk. It was different from the feeling of low SAN every time before. In the past, when Wei Xun had low SAN, he always saw terrifying ghosts and horrible noises, but this time he saw a cluster of flowers in front of him.
It was as if the whole person was thrown into a kaleidoscope. The constantly changing but gorgeous color blocks not only did not make him feel irritated and messy, but instead made him feel energetic and relaxed. He couldn't help but want to indulge in it, like an absolutely beautiful dream.
Wei Xun was attracted by these colorful blocks and subconsciously wanted to step in, but he couldn't move. It seemed that there were some strange ropes wrapped around his body, restraining his movements.
Before Wei Xun could move again, the next second he saw the golden red light covering countless colorful blocks, and the round red sun like a stick figure rose up, and the sunlight that radiated outwards seemed to have substance, piercing through the gorgeous blocks.
"Ah--!!"
It was as if there were sharp and piercing wails exploding one after another. Those blocks of color trembled, struggled, and groaned as if they had life, but they were still pierced by the sunlight, shattered, and the falling paint made a twisted and intermittent cry, which combined with the humming of the sun.
'Wei Xun, Wei Xun...'
'Wei Xun--'
It's a name tag!
Wei Xun suddenly came back to his senses. He suddenly felt that the sun representing the name tag and the humming sound like chanting were very familiar! If you don't listen to it reciting the name, just listen to this humming, it is very similar to the auditory hallucinations that sounded under the mental pollution of the crazy sun!
But before Wei Xun could take a closer look at the sun, the sun in the colorful blocks of color disappeared in the instant he came back to his senses, and together with those colorful blocks of color, only a burning and shining mark was left on the retina.
[SAN value: 1 point]
SAN was locked, and Wei Xun immediately swallowed the purified royal jelly in his mouth. With the name tag, the SAN value will not return to zero, but the SAN value dropping to one point is enough to prove how dangerous it was just now. This is the first time that Wei Xun saw the phantom of the name tag in his hallucination!
Wei Xun did not open his eyes. Even if he swallowed the purified royal jelly, his SAN value increased very slowly. According to common sense, it should have been restored quickly, but now Wei Xun counted ten numbers in his heart, and the SAN value just returned to 30.
No, it is not that it is restored slowly, but while the royal jelly is quickly restoring SAN, Wei Xun is still losing SAN rapidly! After taking a few more drops of royal jelly to ensure that SAN can be restored at any time, Wei Xun opened his eyes.
He found that he was being carried by the Half-Life Taoist, and Hong Jiang was leading the way. The Yinshan Patriarch did not know where he went, and Hong Jiang and the Half-Life Taoist stepped on the protruding stones of the rock wall like mountain goats carefully, walking hard at a height of nearly ten meters from the bottom of the pit, avoiding the main hall in the middle and carefully going around.
'Shh. ’
Wei Xun moved slightly, and the Half-Life Taoist suddenly stiffened, and a hissing sound came from the green bean in his ears. Wei Xun stopped moving at the right time, watching the Half-Life Taoist communicate with the red zombie. The man and the zombie changed their routes and found a pit on the rock wall as quickly as possible and hid in it temporarily.
After entering the pit, Wei Xun found that it was not naturally formed, but more like a man-made pit. It was one person tall and half a meter wide, just enough for them to enter. When entering, the man and the zombie changed positions, with the Half-Life Taoist at the front and the red zombie at the rear. After entering completely, the red zombie blocked the entrance tightly like a stone blocking the door.
"Crack."
With a slight sound, the faint firelight lit up, reflecting the worried expression of the Half-Life Taoist. It was a red wedding candle with only half of it left. The candlelight flickered, and the Half-Life Taoist put down the Bing 250, frowning and looking at it carefully.
Wei Xun had felt something strange when he was on the back of the Half-Life Taoist. After he was put down, he realized that he was tied up by a pure black ink rope.
And he was not mutated. After all, this pit is barely squeakable for normal people, but if it is the mutated demon Wei Xun, he will definitely not be able to get in.
Thinking of the time when he was in the low SAN illusion, it seemed that there was an invisible rope restraining his movements, making Wei Xun unable to touch those colorful blocks. It should be this rope. The function should be similar to the name tag, which can prevent the tour guide from completely losing control and mutating.
The other end of the rope was in the sweaty Half-Life Taoist's hand.
Bing 250 is not heavy, but he is also an adult man. Carrying him on the steep rock wall and bearing extremely heavy psychological pressure, no wonder the Half-Life Taoist was sweating all over.
After looking at Bing 250 for a long time, Ban Ming Dao Ren's expression relaxed slightly, but he was still nervous. He circled his index finger and thumb and made an "OK" gesture in front of Wei Xun.
"What is this?"
Wei Xun: ...
"I'm fine now."
Wei Xun said hoarsely: "Let me go."
Ban Ming Taoist had his own criteria for judgment. He took another talisman and lit it in front of Wei Xun. He stared at the slowly rising green smoke and muttered something. After looking at it for a long time, he relaxed his brows and loosened Wei Xun's ties. The two of them were in a deadlock position, with Hong Zhan blocking the entrance of the pit, Ban Ming Taoist at the innermost position, and Wei Xun between Ban Ming Taoist and Hong Zhan.
This hole is narrow and was completely blocked by Taoist Half Life just now. But when he lowered his head and leaned over to untie the ink rope for Wei Xun, the scene behind the half-life Taoist was revealed to Wei Xun's eyes.
Behind the half-life Taoist's shoulder, there is a green and twisted grimace.
The candlelight was dim, and the ghost's face was at the junction of weak light and darkness. The ghost's eyes were wide open, with a little black hole in the eye, and his face was ferocious, seeming to be smiling but not laughing, or crying but not crying. It was extremely deformed and twisted, with a wide mouth that took up three-quarters of the entire face, and sharp teeth. It leaned forward, as if it wanted to swallow the half-life Taoist's entire head.
But Wei Xun didn't move or make a sound.
"How are you feeling now?"
Then Wei Xun saw Taoist Ban Ming turn around calmly and insert the half of the wedding candle into the bloody mouth of the green ghost face.
This ghostly bronze statue is actually a lamp.
"fine."
Wei Xun said briefly, following his gaze, Taoist Bansheng glanced at the lamp behind him again, and said with a smile: "Are you scared? Don't be afraid, this is just a sacrificial lamp for a ghost."
"The mountain god is in charge of the mountains, rivers and forests. Previously, there was a hidden word engraved on the Nuanyu gate, called 'Yanshan', which is the honorific title of the mountain god here."
"The Mountain God of Yanshan is the eighth mountain god in the mountains and rivers. He has two soul boys, four boys, and eighty-one mountain ghosts under his command. These ghosts are the ghosts in charge of the willow trees in the mountain forest."
The willow tree is a ghost tree, different from other trees. Taoist Ban Ming calculated the direction and chose the lamplight where it was located to rest temporarily, which was the safest. Of course, now is not the time to show off your academic hours. After a brief explanation, Taoist Ban Ming asked worriedly about the situation of Bing 250.
"You almost fell down just now."
Taoist Ban Ming was still frightened: "Fortunately, I brought an ink rope and I can tie you up. But with my current strength, if your SAN value goes to zero and you go crazy, I won't be able to save you."
Therefore, the fact that Wei Xun's SAN value has not returned to zero is due to his name tag. Taoist Ban Ming was honest and didn't ask for many jobs. When Bing 250 didn't take the initiative, he didn't ask too many questions. He explained in a few words what had just happened.
From the time he entered the fifth floor of the underground palace to when Wei Xun woke up, only ten minutes had actually passed.
"This Yinshan ancestor has a lot of background. He dares to jump directly into this land."
Taoist Half Life clicked his tongue and said: "Fortunately, she still understands the seriousness and did not wake up the dragon soul and keel. Otherwise, we would all have to go see the Lord of Hell."
"Dragon Soul and Dragon Bone?"
Wei Xun thought of the scene he saw on the cliff, the clear spring surging in the middle of the pit hall, the entwined golden dragons and white dragons, and the white rabbits running and jumping on the green grass. These things may be just as illusion as those colorful patches of color. Wei Xun really wants to know what those things are in the eyes of Taoist Ban Ming.
Now that the ancestor of Yinshan is away, it is a good opportunity to test.
"hiss--"
Taoist Ban Ming was wiping his sweat, and when he wiped a spot, his face twisted in pain. Wei Xun raised his eyes and saw that after he took off the Taoist robe from his upper body, he saw a terrifying black spot as big as a bowl on the right side of his neck, stretching across his thin shoulders and back, all the way to his collarbone.
The black spot was sunken and festering, filled with filthy pus, so rotten that one could almost see the bones, and it was spreading outward at a speed visible to the naked eye. Taoist Ban Ming gritted his teeth. The copper coin sword was like a sharp blade in his hand. Taoist Ban Ming dug out the pus and black flesh until the blood could be seen, and then applied incense ash.
This was obviously extremely painful, and the half-life Taoist couldn't help but groan, his whole body was covered in cold sweat, his veins were tight, and his face was pale. Seeing that he was holding a bandage in his mouth and his movements were deformed in pain, as if he was trying to bandage the affected area himself, but it was extremely difficult, so Wei Xun helped.
Taoist Ban Ming hesitated for a moment, then handed the other half of the bandage into Wei Xun's hands.
With the excuse to help bandage, Wei Xun was able to observe Taoist Ban Ming's injuries at close range. Although Ban Ming Taoist dug out all the black and rotten meat and applied incense ash in time, the edges were still yellow and black again, and the buttocks were exposed——
It has a refreshing fragrance.
"It smells bad, right?"
Taoist Ban Ming saw Bing 250's silence and thought that this was still a young tour guide after all. He had never seen the big world and the current situation was serious. He would inevitably be frightened. He joked and smiled to liven up the atmosphere: "Does it smell like rotten pork? I Let me tell you, it’s pretty good. The smell of the Pharaoh’s Shroud is really smoky, and even your team can’t stand it!”
"When the coffin was lifted, my dear, it was like tens of thousands of herring cans exploding. Captain An was standing at the front and paused for three seconds. Later he said that he had fallen into the illusion of the Pharaoh. Hey, I just If you don’t believe it, I must have been passed out due to the smoke, and I’m embarrassed to say it because of my face.”
"He used the Return Knife to pry open the coffin lid. I heard that the knife was pickled. The gun he used for a whole year after he went back never touched the Return Knife."
Taoist Ban Ming said that he was happy. He wrapped the remaining bandages with a smile and gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.
Demo, is there still an atmosphere that I can't enliven?
However, what he didn't expect was that Bing Er50's next words stunned him.
"Is this the smell of the abyss?"
The half-life Taoist raised his head in astonishment, and when Wei Xun saw his expression, he felt that he might have guessed the idea.
What turns stinky into fragrant, ugly into beautiful, horrible into clean and beautiful?
At first Wei Xun thought it was a low SAN value, but if a low SAN would have such an impact, then Taoist Ban Ming and the Yinshan Ancestor should know about it. I knew the scene in his Bing250 eyes was different. But judging from the performance of these two people, I'm afraid it's not because of this. Or maybe it's not just because of this.
Wei Xun thought about whether this might be related to the Death Token on his body, or whether it might be related to his identity as the tomb keeper, but the substantial increase in the progress of the Domination Series title mission made him think more about the abyss.
really.
"Yes, this is the stink of the abyss."
Taoist Ban Ming hesitated, as if he was thinking about whether to tell Bing 250 so much, but then he thought again and felt that if he didn't explain clearly, Bing 250 might still want to grab the dragon bone.
"It is the smell of the abyss, and the smell of the 'god' after death."
Taoist Ban Ming lowered his voice at the end: "Have you seen that black swamp that looks like roiling rotten flesh?"
"Yanshan is dead."
call--
After these words were spoken, a dark wind seemed to blow through him. The candlelight flickered, dimmed suddenly, and trembled as if it would go out at any moment. Wei Xun looked up and saw the bulging eyes of the ghost lantern behind Taoist Ban Ming, which seemed to be staring at them.
Wei Xun didn't see any swamp, but he could also imagine what Taoist Ban Ming was talking about.
There is a clear spring in the middle of the hall.
If that was the mark left by the death of the mountain god, then what Wei Xun saw, the tail end of the golden dragon immersed in the spring water, probably represented something extremely terrifying.
Sure enough, he then heard Taoist Taoist Half Life say: "It's very bad, this dragon vein has been contaminated and fused by the dead mountain god. Why someone collects death energy is not the most important reason for the collapse of the dragon bone."
Taoist Ban Ming cursed, with a rare emotion and a solemn expression: "This place is really dangerous. It is as difficult as Level 5 Extremely Dangerous, and may even be higher. We must leave immediately!"
The fifth level is extremely dangerous. Except that it is not 30 degrees north latitude, it can be called an unsolvable level. Wei Xun frowned, thinking of the Yinshan Ancestor.
Does the puppet master know the true situation on the fifth floor of this underground palace?
You should know.
Then what is her ultimate goal in stealing the dragon bone?
"Does it hurt?"
Taoist Ban Ming was very anxious. He took out gourds containing pills one by one as if he had seven gourd dolls with him, and drank a lot of medicine. These medicines don't look like those sold in hotel malls, but they are very effective. Thick black blood was oozing out, but within two minutes, the bandage was completely soaked in the wound, and the blood finally stopped oozing out.
Wei Xun helped Taoist Ban Ming change the bandage again, but Taoist Ban Ming, who was always good-looking, was so painful that he shed tears this time.
"Of course it hurts. It hurts Master Dao to death."
The half-life Taoist choked up, wiped away his tears, and said sadly: "Maybe I'm going to die here. I promised to take care of myself in old age. I think all my fame will be gone for the rest of my life. It's really embarrassing."
The half-life Taoist burst into tears and was immersed in abnormal sadness. Wei Xun felt something was wrong. The scent he could smell on his nose was getting stronger and stronger, as if someone had sprinkled a whole bottle of perfume. A rich aroma came from the hole blocked by red zombies. Wei Xun looked back and saw a terrifying scene.
The red stiffness is melting!
Scarlet mucus flowed from its body like drops of blood and tears. Its broad shoulders were now shriveled and thin. The most terrifying thing was that its chest had been completely corroded. The thick, oily liquid occupied the cavity in the chest, and The scarlet mucus fused together and turned into an earthy brown-black paste.
A piece of green grass sprouted on the 'soil' and appeared in front of Wei Xun's eyes.
No, the situation is deteriorating rapidly. Did the ancestor of Yinshan take action? Taoist Ban Ming was still crying, his eyes were sometimes sober and sometimes sad, and Wei Xun could see that he was struggling. During the struggle, Taoist Ban Ming desperately took out the Sanmao Token, but the incomplete token was soaked in a layer of dirty black and could not be used.
"Hey, if I really want to die, why don't you put on a scarlet cloak and give me a knife? I'll treat it as if I was stabbed to death by someone who wanted to kill me. Stabbing me in the heart is at least better than dying in this little smelly ditch. QAQ”
Taoist Ban Ming held Wei Xun's hand from behind, clenching his teeth as he cried sadly. Wei Xun met his eyes and saw clearly the determination in Taoist Ban Ming's eyes - he didn't tell lies, he wanted to let Bing Erwu Zero comes and stabs him! At the critical moment, the half-life Taoist is so ruthless that he must restore his sanity at any cost!
Poke, poke quickly!
At this moment, Taoist Ban Ming seemed to have a schizophrenia. He was crying like a mess on the outside, but he was very anxious inside. When he saw that Bing 250 did not draw his sword, but directly pressed his hand on his chest, the half-life Taoist burst into tears even more fiercely, but he was cursing in his heart.
Poke! Stab him with the aura of a murderer! No way, no way, Bing250 can’t do it, right?
"belch."
The half-life Taoist burped, and all the sadness in his heart suddenly disappeared. The tears on his face hadn't stopped yet. He wiped them away and looked at the light green line connecting himself and Bing250 with a strange expression.
Taoist Ban Ming moved his hands and feet, calmed down, and took some more medicine. Then he touched the extremely thin thread with his finger.
"Not a puppet?"
"no."
"I said so."
Able to suppress emotions, silk threads, the first thing that Taoist Half Life thought of was puppets. For example, Fa Gui Yi 49, the dolls of the Shepherd Alliance, and the Puppet Master Jia Er all follow the path of puppets.
But the most important thing about a puppet is that its thoughts are controlled and there is no privacy at all. Taoist Half Life has his own way of checking himself. He found that the thread is different from the puppet.
"Connected or broken."
Wei Xun said that it was his first time to use a string, and he found that it was difficult to force a connection. Although a traveler with Taoist Half Life's strength could connect, the other party could easily break the thread.
We can no longer use it to plot against the Yinshan Ancestor.
Wei Xun thought regretfully. After all, this is not a puppet line. Even if it can be connected for a moment, its function is to eliminate positive buffs such as fear and sadness, rather than directly controlling the opponent.
"Stay connected, something's not right outside."
Wei Xun showed Taoist Ban Ming the title of "Thread Pulling". Of course, Wei Xun had some reservations and only showed him, "You pull the thread, and the person bound by your thread will not feel pain or sadness. Only You will feel full of happiness. To get more happiness, he/she/it will fight for you! ’ This is the first half.
He was not shown the number of thread pulls, the male effect was halved, and 'So from today on, please learn to be a great mother! ’ and other comments.
"What a good title, very suitable for being a tour guide."
The half-life Taoist smacked his lips and was moved by Bing250 again. Taoist Half-Life is well-informed and has poisonous eyes. He can tell at a glance that this is clearly a top-notch team-enhancing title. Especially for high-end journeys full of spiritual pollution, this title is very useful!
The thin green thread between him and Bing250 disappeared after ten seconds, which meant that the tie between the two was established.
"You are weak now. If you try to trick the enemy, the thread will be easily broken and you will not be able to fall back. It is better to play support and strengthen your teammates."
It would be great if Bing 250 could be brought to metaphysics. Really, according to his observations along the way, Bing 250 and the Ximingren were really not on the same path! Really suitable for group tours!
Half-life Taoist people are embarrassed. In their eyes, the status of a tour guide who is powerful alone and a tour guide with group buffs are completely different! The latter is rarer and more precious. Especially for a title like Liansi, which doesn't have much negative impact. Of course, the point of "the more you fight, the happier you are" is actually scary in detail, but it's pretty good in comparison.
With Ban Ming Taoist as a very cooperative test subject, Wei Xun tried out more potential rules of the title.
As a male, he affects all aspects, such as the time when the tie was established. If he merges with Xiao Cui, these ten seconds can be reduced to five seconds. If Xiaocui advances, his strength will also increase, and this thread can be pulled in seconds at the fastest.
It is easiest to break when the tie has not yet been established. Although Taoist Ban Ming had his doubts, he showed no resistance at all. If he encounters a strong person who is wary and hostile towards him, this thread may be broken immediately.
If the tie string is broken before it is established, Wei Xun will suffer backlash. But if the tie is established, the initiative will be in Wei Xun's hands. He can choose when to break the thread, and neither party is harmed. And if the other party chooses to forcibly break the thread, he will suffer a hundredfold backlash from the pain, sadness, and countless negative emotions suppressed in the thread.
"It was the mountain god who was crying just now. With the priesthood here, I was deeply affected."
Taoist Ban Ming explained, sealed the San Mao Token in his hand, walked to Hong Zhan distressedly, and stared at its chest. In the eyes of Taoist Ban Ming, only the skull was left that was almost corroded. From its neck down, the red skin was filled with greasy lumps that smelled like rotten grease.
These hard lumps undulated and swayed as if they were breathing, and circled like a whirlpool. They were covered with bulges like grease particles, but the whole body was deeply concave, like a giant hair follicle.
What grew out of the hair follicles was an extremely thick thorn that penetrated its entire chest and nailed the red stiffness to the mouth of the pit.
"The mountain gods cried, and the dragon's mane grew."
Taoist Ban Ming was calm - he should have been nervous and worried, but without negative emotions, Taoist Ban Ming even smiled at Bing 250: "The dragon's mane is very long, this is just the tip."
"But the fifth floor of the underground palace is full of dragon meat. Soon dragon manes will grow all over the cave. We must leave as soon as possible."
Dragon mane, dragon meat.
Wei Xun looked at the brown-black 'soil' on the red chest and the tender grass blades growing on the soil. He thought thoughtfully and suddenly said: "The soil is dragon meat, and the grass is dragon mane?"
"Yes, do you understand this too?"
Taoist Ban Ming carefully cut off the red and stiff head with a copper coin sword and put it away - the body could no longer be taken away, but the head was still there and could be cultivated again when he returned.
"The dragon is the veins of the mountain, the earth is the dragon's flesh, the stone is the dragon's bone, and the vegetation is the dragon's hair*"
"The cry of the mountain god is regarded as rain. After the rain, the grass and trees grow, and the dragon's mane grows - do you want me to carry you?"
"No, let's go together."
Wei Xun refused, and Hong Zhan was unable to fight, relying on him and Ban Ming Taoist. He is not very light, and his strength will definitely be affected if he loses half of his life.
"OK."
Although he knew that Bing250 was doing the right thing, being unable to carry him on his back or get in close contact still made Taoist Half Life a little unhappy - no, no, Bing250 was thinking about him, and they would start fighting later. , we still have to rely on him to protect Bing250!
Thinking of this, Taoist Ban Ming was suddenly full of fighting spirit, his wounds no longer hurt, and he was no longer sad and anxious - you should know that he was still in a little pain just now. Bing 250 is weak and cannot exert its pulling effect to its best, nor can it suppress sadness and negative emotions 100%.
But as long as he spends half his life thinking about fighting for Bing250 and using his thoughts to make up for the shortcomings, then he won't feel any pain at all!
This title is a bit scary.
The half-life Taoist has a good reputation, but he has no time to think about it now. He thought hard about fighting for Bing250, protecting Bing250 to the death, and adjusting his condition to the best. Here Wei Xun looked at the figure of the half-life Taoist, thoughtfully.
【Qualified task object detected! 】
【Qualified task object detected! 】
The hotel prompt sounded in Wei Xun's mind.
[Cold-blooded Title Assessment Task]
[Task name: Real cold-blooded]
[Task description: How can we cool down the blood? When a person who truly loves you, trusts you, is loyal to you, and feels happy because of your existence is betrayed and killed by you. His cold and desperate tears can freeze all blood. 】
[Reward: Purple Title Cold-blooded! 】
Wei Xun moved his fingers slightly and wound the thread. The half-life Taoist over there quickly sorted out his mood. The two of them walked in tandem. Instead of going out from the red and stiff body with dragon manes, they turned around. The half-life Taoist changed his willow sword and used it again. They chanted incantations and pinched their hands, and finally enshrined the burning ashes of the willow sword on the Mao ghost lamp.
Then the ghost lantern turned its back, revealing a secret passage hidden in the mountain wall!
"Among the eighty-one mountain ghosts, the Mao ghost and the Zhao ghost are friends, and the Sophora ghost is the enemy."
The secret passage was not long, and the exit was blocked by a pink ghost-faced lamp. Taoist Ban Ming repeated his old trick and took out a red peach wood sword and burned it as a sacrifice to the omen ghost, and successfully made the omen ghost's lantern make way.
Coming out of the hole where the Omen Ghost Lantern was, Wei Xun glanced around and saw at a glance that the opposite half of the cave wall was covered with brown soil, covered with green grass, and occasionally there were ten There are several small trees that look full of life.
But in the eyes of normal people, this scene is by no means "full of life". Taoist Ban Ming's expression was blank for a moment, but Wei Xun could vaguely feel the fear, anxiety and instinctive disgust in his heart.
[The lamp of Kunlun wood is the only way out. 】
The instructions of the half-life Taoist rang in Mung Bean's ears.
【Follow me closely】
Wei Xun showed some alienation and walked steadily on the steep rock wall. The half-life Taoist took delicate steps, as graceful and light as a white crane, leading the way. The two of them held their breath and concentrated in silence.
After removing all negative emotions and no longer being affected by the mountain god's cry, Taoist Ban Ming was extremely calm. His brain was running rapidly, calculating the location of the Kunlun wooden lantern and the route they were walking without being distracted.
But Wei Xun was distracted. He followed Taoist Ban Ming forward quietly, but his eyes fell on the hall that was sunk deep into the ground. The soil is the dragon's flesh, the rocks are the dragon's bones, and the vegetation is the dragon's hair - the natural and harmonious scene in the hall has a specific correspondence in Wei Xun.
Perhaps as they walked along, the black stone of unknown material beneath their feet was the dragon bone. This underground palace, the entire Xiaotang Mountain, and even the next attraction, Tianshou Mountain.
What about the golden dragon and silver dragon beside the spring? Is it a dragon soul? And why do you show this attitude?
Silver dragon... This reminded Wei Xun of the white snake spirit that disappeared in the underground palace. Even with the complete White Snake skull, most of its snake bones, and Tai Sui Shan Weng's spiritual energy, it could not be completely restored.
Will some of the White Snake spirits be imprisoned here?
Wei Xun looked at the center of the hall again. He saw different things from Taoist Ban Ming, but he saw them more clearly. It can be said that without the influence of those dirty mental pollutions, what Wei Xun saw was the essence. He wanted to take a closer look at the entwined posture of the golden dragon and silver dragon, whether they were nurturing each other, fighting each other to death, or devouring each other.
But at one glance, Wei Xun's heart moved slightly.
He saw the ancestor of Yinshan.
The ancestor of Yinshan hid behind a lush bush that had just grown. She held a tight black thin string in her hand, and moved her wrist slightly like flying a kite, carefully controlling the movement of the thin string.
This tight black thread is hidden in the green grass - if these grasses are all "dragon manes" several meters long and wrapped in thick and sticky "dragon meat", then this black thread is really Very secretive.
But in Wei Xun's eyes, a black line on the soft grass was really conspicuous.
What does the ancestor of Yinshan want to do?
The black line snaked across the grass and finally dipped into the spring water. Could it be that the ancestor of Yinshan wanted to secretly entangle the tail of the golden dragon hanging into the spring?
wrong!
Wei Xun squinted his eyes, and his eyes turned into scarlet demon pupils, giving him better vision. He saw a dark figure at the end of the black line of the ancestor of Yinshan Mountain in the spring.
If the spring water was a thick black swamp in the eyes of Taoist Half Life, like a roiling rotten flesh, then no one would be able to find out what was hidden in it. But in Wei Xun's eyes, the spring water was extremely clear, so he could clearly see——
There are people hidden in this spring!
* *
[...In scenic spots full of mental pollution, people with different mental states will see different underground palace scenes. The closer your spirit is to collapse, the closer you are to the abyss, and the more beautiful you see]
On the first floor of the underground palace, Bai Xiaotian quietly flipped through the ancient black book in his hand. Taoist Half Life was not around, so the room was extremely quiet. He blocked the live broadcast, but even if he didn't block the live broadcast, the viewers in the live broadcast room would not be able to see what was recorded on the parchment.
[However, if you want to get close to the abyss, you need unparalleled 'talent'. Ordinary tour guides, even those who are completely alienated or even completely crazy, cannot truly get close to the abyss and see the ‘reality’]
[In this decade, the tour guide closest to the abyss is the Devourer, but I think the life-seeker is closer to the abyss than the Devourer]
[He has a pair of eyes given by the abyss]
"Orion is missing."
The figure on October 10th appeared quietly in front of Bai Xiaotian.
"Mia is still there?"
"Um."
On October 10th, he whispered: "The explosion of death energy just now was so strong that Zhou Xiyang suspected that there was something wrong on the fourth floor of the underground palace. If Bing250 is not there, he will most likely set out to search for it."
"Mia is still on the ground, Zhou Xiyang cannot go down."
Bai Xiaotian calmly put away the book and took out an ancient book that looked like it was made of paper made from bamboo skin and was slightly damaged. There are clear ink characters on the book cover.
"Yu Gong"
[The Middle Road of "Yu Gong", Dayu controlled the floods, divided the nine mountains and nine swamps, and turned the nine mountains into the three main branches and dragon veins of the north, middle and south]
The origin of the mountains is Kunlun. Kunlun Mountain is the ancestral mountain, and the Kunlun Mountains is the ancestral dragon vein. It originates from five mountain ranges, three of which enter China southeastward, namely the three major Qianlongs in the north, middle and south*
The dragon vein on the back of the Eight-Armed Nezha City is the longest Beiqian Dragon in the world. It originates from Kunlun, passes through Taihang, Yanshan, and finally reaches Tianshou Mountain. After passing Tianshou Mountain, there is a plain, and the dragon veins are hidden underground*
"To search for the dragon, we need to find the Ancestral Mountain. You take Zhou Xiyang to the Kunlun position in the north. If the half-life Taoist is there, he will definitely choose to come out from there."
"I go?"
On October 10th, he was puzzled: "I should go down."
It was normal for Bai Xiaotian, who was with Taoist Ban Ming, to tell Zhou Xiyang, and Bai Xiaotian deliberately showed some flaws before, making Zhou Xiyang suspect that he might be hiding his strength. At this moment, he stepped forward to dissuade Zhou Xiyang, and it was only reasonable for her to go to the underground palace to secretly protect Bing 250.
"No."
Bai Xiaotian shook his head: "I'll go down."
Over the years, the Life-haunting Man has never been able to obtain the title of Crazy Demon Horror. Although being imprisoned in the Inca Sun Gate and unable to participate in the year-end celebration seems to be the reason, Bai Xiaosheng has long been suspicious of this.
The similarities between Bing250 and Mingxiren are too weird. Just blood brothers cannot reach this point. The nine sons of Longsheng are also different. Even if they are twins, they will never be so synchronized.
But they are not the same person, nor are they puppets, which means there is a deep bond hidden between them——
Before going to the next scenic spot, the leader of Bing250 takes the assessment, Bai Xiaotian must confirm it in person.
A pair of eyes given by the abyss...
* *
The half-life Taoist felt the hair on his back, as if he was being stared at by some ghost from the abyss. He frowned slightly and reached back - according to the agreement between him and Bing 250, once the Half-Life Taoist reaches back, Bing 250 should hold his hand.
But no, Bing250 did not hold his hand.
Taoist Ban Ming was terrified, but he knew that the more dangerous the situation, the more he must not look back. The fluctuations coming from the thread reassured him that Bing 250 should be fine. That--
Taoist Ban Ming slowed down his pace, quietly took out a mirror, looked back, and looked out of the corner of his eye.
Half Life Taoist:.
He saw Bing250 changing clothes.
The skin that was so pale that it was almost transparent flashed by, and then was covered by the scarlet cloak. Bing250 put on the cloak of the life-seeker, and——
Seems to have gotten taller? Why doesn't the cloak mop the floor?
Taoist Ban Ming thought uncertainly, and then he heard Bing 250 cough as if trying out wheat.
"cough."
Half-Life Taoist:? ?
Half-Life Taoist:! ! !