Sensing that his face seemed a little itchy, a bit like the touch of debris falling on his skin, the dazed Qingyun was instantly awakened.
"I'm alive!"
Opening his eyes suddenly, he found that he was in a dark place where he could not see his fingers, and there seemed to be a tiny point of light above his head.
"Where is this?"
He muttered to himself somewhat muddleheadedly.
Immediately, Qingyun subconsciously touched the treasure bag in the secret bag, wanting to open it and take out the fire fold, but as soon as he touched it, his heart was shocked:
"I've changed back!"
He quickly lit the fire and looked around. Qingyun was shocked and immediately beamed with joy!
Because Xiao Luoyi and Zhong Xiao were lying quietly not far away. Judging from their even breathing, they should be fine.
"Sister, wake up!"
In the light of the fire, the young master first wiped the dust from Xiao Luoyi's face, then gently patted her face and shouted softly.
"Let me sleep a little longer."
Xiao Luoyi, who was a little confused, said something softly, then turned over and wanted to continue swimming with Duke Zhou.
"Sister, wake up, we are back, sis!"
"Little devil, don't make any noise!"
Xiao Luo, who had his eyes closed, replied coldly, which made Qingyun curse in his heart and thought to himself:
"You usually act like a cold elder sister, but when you sleep, you act like a child."
Although Xiao Luoyi didn't know Qingyun's complaints, she opened her eyes immediately after being chased away. She sat up straight at the same time and exclaimed:
"We're back?!"
Looking at the somewhat shabby but familiar heroic face, Xiao Luoyi, who just felt like he was surviving the disaster, smiled lightly, and then gently left a cool lip mark on the young man's face.
"Ahem."
At this time, Zhong Xiao also woke up, but you and I didn't dare to disturb the young lovers. They coughed twice in embarrassment to show their presence.
Xiao Luoyi has always had a cold personality. Even if he is shy, he rarely shows it in front of outsiders. There is no trace of shyness on his charming face. On the contrary, Qingyun blushes and imitates Zhong Xiao. The appearance coughed lightly.
"I thought we were dead, and I didn't know how we came back?"
In order to ease the embarrassment, Zhong Xiao tried to ask, but both of them shook their heads after hearing the words, and no one knew the answer.
After getting up, Witch Xiao dusted off the black gauze, and then a little space, a spiritual light ball floated on her fingertips, looked around, and said in a deep voice:
"It must have been the powerful man in the illusion who sent us back. It seems that he has no intention of killing us."
Then she looked up like Qingyun, and after a moment she said:
"This place must be the crack in the ground of the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice. We fell into it and then entered the illusion."
Her analysis brought their memories and thoughts back to a few days ago. At this time, Zhong Xiao's face suddenly darkened and she said in a cold voice:
"I remembered that Quan Linfeng, who was injured and unconscious in Haidailou, also fell down. Since they have entered the illusion, they must have returned here!"
Qingyun's eyes flashed slightly when he heard this. He did not answer, but asked Xiao Luoyi:
"Sister, is the immortal energy my father passed on to you still there?"
When Xiao Luo heard this, he remembered everything he had experienced in the illusion, and quickly checked inside.
However, under this investigation, Witch Xiao, who had never changed her expression even when the mountain collapsed, suddenly exclaimed:
"This...this is impossible!"
"The sword energy is still there?!"
Zhong Xiao was also surprised.
"Yes, it is!"
After hearing these words, he quickly sensed his own divine palace, but unlike Sister Xiao, who turned from surprise to joy, Brother Zhong's face immediately fell, and then he smiled bitterly.
At this time, Qingyun's voice brought back his gloomy mood.
"Sure enough, I also remember the swordsmanship taught by my father. Brother Zhong, if this is really the case, although Zhong Liang was unfortunately killed, Hai Dailou and Quan Linfeng may not be spared either!"
"You mean they are still trapped in that illusion?"
Zhong Xiao said ferociously.
"I have no idea."
In fact, Qingyun did not express his deepest thoughts because he had an intuition that what everyone saw and heard before might not be an illusion, but a reality.
Realities that existed in the past.
In fact, there was no need for Qingyun to say more. Zhong Xiao also vaguely guessed some possibilities, but he didn't say anything. He just conjured up a few light balls and started groping around in the dark depths of the ground.
Different from the speculation at the time, there was no hot magma under the cracks in the ground of the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice, nor were there any terrifying traps, but it was indeed a large underground palace.
"Look!"
Qingyun and Xiao Luoyi followed Zhong Xiao's guidance and saw a huge statue that was more than ten feet high, standing quietly in this underground palace.
"It's an ancient monk!"
Xiao Luoyi raised his head and exclaimed.
The person cast in this statue is dressed as the ancient remnants in the thirty-three realms. Although his clothes are not rags, his bare feet make him look even more antique.
His face was resolute, with sharp edges and corners. Although his appearance was no longer clear, he could still tell that he was about fifty years old. His face with Chinese characters reminded Qingyun of Wan Guliu whom he had not seen for a long time.
After thousands of years of baptism, the statue is inevitably uneven, but it still exudes a faint spiritual light. It can be seen that if this person was not a towering figure in those years, it is because he has been worshiped by people all the year round and is full of the power of faith.
Looking up, one arm of the statue seems to be pointing directly at the sky, and the other arm seems to be holding a flat palm, but there is nothing on the palm, as if it had been supporting something.
After Zhong Xiao expanded the spiritual light ball, he also sighed:
"This person must have been someone we could not look up to in the past."
"yes."
Qingyun stared at his empty right palm and replied thoughtfully. At this time, the rational Xiao Luoyi asked:
"Friend Zhong Dao, have you found any traces of Haidai Tower and Quan Linfeng?"
Zhong Xiao's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice, with a faint hint of fear in his voice:
"The underground palace is not big, just a statue and an altar, nothing else, and no signs of humans landing."
At this point, he stopped talking and did not dare to delve deeper.
Xiao Luoyi blinked his beautiful eyes and nodded lightly in response. The three of them seemed to know it well. Zhong Xiao didn't dare to think about such a terrifying and heaven-defying method.
He was even faintly worried. If he told this matter, it didn't matter whether others would believe it or not. The key was that if the powerful person who attracted the thunder from that move knew about it, then he would probably be close to Liangliang.
Of course, what he is more afraid of now is that he will be killed on the spot by the murderous Xiao Luoyi and the legendary son of Yi Qing. After all, he knows too many shocking secrets.
"Reverse time and space..."
After secretly saying these four words, Zhong Xiao's thoughts were interrupted by Qingyun's question.
"Brother Zhong, were we doing a ritual dance before we entered the illusion?"
"Yes, but judging from the final situation at that time, it should be that your battle with Quan Linfeng completely completed the sacrificial dance, and thus entered the next stage, the spiritual meal."
"Um."
After sighing, Qingyun immediately asked again:
"Brother Zhong, do you know what the requirements are for Ling Cuisine?"
"According to the translation on the mural, it seems that the essence of flesh and blood of powerful creatures is required, but we were in a hurry and couldn't find these things, so we prepared some tributes according to today's customs, but the effect is probably achieved."
Zhong Xiao pointed to the light spot "in the sky" and laughed at himself.
Qingyun knew that he was talking about the crack in the ground and the door to the mural, but he turned sideways, pointed to the altar in front of the huge statue and said:
"Look, there are tributes here too."
Hearing this, Xiao and Zhong took a closer look. Sure enough, the ashes that had become so rotten that only some of the bones were left were still placed alone in front of the altar table.
Although he knew that the tribute was not human bones, it still made people feel indescribably weird and disgusting. Xiao Luo said:
"It has endured through eternity but remains immortal. It looks like it is really the flesh and blood of some powerful creatures."
Just when she said this, Xiao Luoyi suddenly paused. As smart as she was, she seemed to have thought of something. She glanced at Qingyun beside her in shock. After receiving a vague nod from the young master, she forced herself to hold back the emotion in her heart. Shocked, he changed the topic and said:
"Friend Zhong Dao, I wonder what you know about gratitude?"
Zhong Xiao only dismissed the glances between Qingyun and Xiao Luoyi as flirtations, but he smiled awkwardly at the inquiry and said:
"Actually, to be honest with fellow Daoist Xiao, the Yuanhua Realm monks present, including me and Haidailou, had no intention of letting the juniors in the Hundred Meridian Realm obtain such precious treasures. In fact, even if they wanted to, they couldn't take it away. , do you understand what I mean?"
With a sneer, a look of ridicule flashed across Xiao Luoyi's charming and beautiful face.
Perhaps sensing the other's disdain, Zhong Xiao thought he was a decent person and quickly added:
"Ah, of course, I personally am very opposed to this approach. With my efforts, everyone agreed to give some soup to the juniors present."
But this time, even Qingyun's face showed no trace of a smile but not a smile. Zhong Xiaoqing knew that he was getting darker and darker, so he quickly coughed lightly and returned to the topic:
"Ahem, regarding gratitude, the murals don't explain much. Moreover, there are not many monks who study ancient texts today, so our translation may not be comprehensive. However, it is inferred that gratitude is actually a worship to the sages. "
"Worship? Is it possible that we should pay homage to this statue?"
Xiao Luo smiled.
She, Witch Xiao, has never worshiped anything but the strong, so how could she worship a statue or a dead person?
Qingyun also shook his head. If his guess was true, he would not be able to worship this person due to emotion or reason. Even if he was once a peerless expert with towering cultivation, that would not be possible.
Of course, it was appropriate to bow. After all, the fact that he could see his father's voice and smile again probably had something to do with this statue.
