As soon as Agu retracted, Tian Qingshou said with a serious face: "I just used the Tianyan spirit body to sense it again. The clues we need are probably under our feet."
"You said that this secret vault is so well-defended. Is it possible that there is a vault within a vault, a secret within a secret?"
"A vault within a vault?"
Xuanyuan Yijue perked up as soon as he heard this, grinning and said: "With this old witch's crazy temperament, she actually hung a painting of an immortal curse in her treasure house. Maybe this is really possible."
"It's just that she shouldn't be crazy enough to put another cursed object in it, right?"
"Haha, do you think that the thing cursed by the immortal is cabbage? But you have to be on guard. But where is the entrance? Isn't that the most important thing at hand?" The Son of Spirit on the side obviously also thinks that this is very possible. .
On the contrary, before Qian Yunsheng could say anything, he heard Tian Qingshou snort and pull out a dark-colored flower snake from his hands.
This flower snake has no entity, as if it is a dark shadow. There are three silver snake spots on the triangular snake head, shining like three bright pearls in the dark shadow.
And as soon as the dark-colored flower snake swam away from Tian Qingshou's hand, it seemed to be very spiritual and circled along the entire secret library.
As for Xuanyuan Yijue on the side, when he saw the imitated flower snake in Tian Qing's hand, his eyes lit up and he said: "Master, I didn't expect that you also practiced the 'branded mandrill shape' in this hand. Then Where else in the world can the secret treasury stop you?"
Sure enough, just as he was speaking, he saw that the dark-colored flower snake had swam to an inconspicuous corner. Hissing at a mural on the wall, he spat out snake apricots.
Everyone looked at the mural, which was not surprising, and saw that in the center of the mural was a face protruding from the wall.
The face had its eyes tightly closed and its mouth slightly open. The long bun is decorated with countless weird ornaments, which are clearly some kind of sacrificial statues.
Moreover, this statue looks like the face of a certain demon clan, and it is impossible to distinguish between male and female. Only the two arms covered with golden patterns under its face were holding a long staff and a feather fan with exquisite patterns, pointing straight to the sky.
As for the face with closed eyes, it is slightly looking down because it protrudes from the wall. As if overlooking all living beings, he pressed towards Qian Yunsheng and others.
So much so that everyone suddenly thought that the cluster of flames between the eyebrows on this face was like a beating.
"This painting actually depicts the death of gods?" The first person to speak was not Tian Qingshou or Xuanyuan Yijue, but the Son of Ling.
He pointed at the countless weird ornaments above his face and frowned: "If I wasn't dazzled, I clearly spelled out the words of my spiritual tribe in these ornaments - the gods are dead!"
After being reminded by the Son of Spirit, everyone also looked at those ornaments. Sure enough, they quickly spelled out "The Gods Are Dead" in both demon and human characters.
"With such provocative words as the entrance, isn't this painting demon afraid of blasphemy?" Apparently, just as everyone was secretly surprised, the son of the spirit who spoke first shook his head and said:
"No, judging from the habit of painting demons with objects cursed by immortals, this god is dead, maybe it is another curse!"
When he said this, everyone couldn't help but suddenly nodded, and they couldn't help but scolded the eighteenth generation ancestor of the painting demon again.
They didn't expect Hua Mo to be so fond of engaging in such miraculous things, and more importantly. With Hua Mo's status as the ancestral demon, they can't just take it lightly.
But just when everyone didn't know what to do for a moment, the remnant spirit of the Spirit Race on the side pointed at the mural and laughed: "Hua Mo, Hua Mo, you too have today!"
"I didn't expect this painting demon to be so conceited that he wrote the method of cracking it clearly on it!"
"What?!"
Obviously, everyone was surprised for a while, secretly wondering how such a good thing could happen, and why would anyone put the solution to the puzzle on it?
Unexpectedly, the remnant soul of the spirit race sneered: "If anyone else came, I'm afraid no one would be able to guess that this is the key to solving the mystery. But this painting demon happened to meet me, so don't blame her for being so conceited!" "
It turned out that after everyone got to know each other, they found out that this remnant soul of the Spirit Clan was a great master of the Yanyi Clan during his lifetime. Originally, the Yanyi clan was best at the art of spiritual devouring, and this great master was often proud of this.
Unexpectedly, during the great battle in Tianwaitian, this great master of the Yanyi Clan could not survive a hundred moves at Hua Mo's hands, and was restrained by Hua Mo in every aspect.
The most critical thing is that just when this powerful man used his life-saving trick, he was directly swept away by Hua Mo using similar means.
Therefore, after the remnant soul of the spirit race was taken into the Demon Soul Cave by the painted demon, he was always reflecting on where he had failed. And finally deduced the method of cracking the painting demon's last resort, which is actually just on the bright side.
Originally, he thought that even if he deduced it, there would be no possibility of revenge in this life. But who would have thought that God would give him another opportunity to draw magic.
Therefore, under the guidance of the remnant soul of the spirit race, everyone sprinkled the powder of escape from the sky.
Sure enough, the ordinary mural in front of them changed drastically in an instant. Only countless filaments of ghostly demonic light could be seen shining in the void in front of the mural.
Like a spider web, the entire mask is wrapped in it.
The remnant soul of the spirit tribe sighed and pointed at the ghostly demon light: "After so many years, the viciousness of this painted demon has not changed at all. If you all make a wrong step, I am afraid that the entire secret library will be destroyed. Turn into ashes!"
Everyone did not expect that the immortal cursed object was not the key to the entire treasure house, but that this place was the key point of the secret treasure house, and they couldn't help but cheer up at the same time.
I saw that Xuanzhen's body was like a cunning fox, and its entire figure was completely absorbed into the void with the help of the Sky Escape Powder. As he moved gently, there were two dark silver rays of light flashing in the depths of his eyes like running water.
It felt as if they had entered some translucent sacred space, and countless magic lights seemed to be half-hidden entrances.
As for Qian Yunsheng and the others' Xuanzhen body, it was as if they were passing by the gates with brisk steps. Like a good decryptor, he wants to find the most correct answer among these ever-changing things.
But just as they were halfway through, suddenly countless magic lights were like thousands of changing fireworks, dyeing the entire scene in front of them into a magnificent color.
In an instant, the closed face that had disappeared suddenly became extremely large and appeared in the center of the magnificent color.
The face slowly opened its eyes, looking down at the Xuanzhen body that dared to offend it with an extremely ferocious attitude.
On its left hand, there was a long staff covered with strange and twisted patterns, and it was also slashing towards the ground.
The feather fan in the other hand emits radiating flames, hanging high in the sky like the eyes of a god.
Countless flames intertwined repeatedly formed some kind of sacred pattern. Like a grinning divine judge, the huge power pressed firmly in place, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.
"It's done!"
Fortunately, the remnant soul of the spirit race had already seen through all this, so under his guidance.
After everyone went through a journey that could be said to be arduous and arduous, they passed through the last place, a jagged and crystal-like dream world, and finally felt that their feet were firmly on the ground.
In front of them, a translucent fictional space appeared in front of everyone. This space is like the flower bones of a begonia, finally unfolding layers of mystery. It reveals its most proud and mysterious inner side to the person in front of it.
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