The hard rock surface beneath our feet rose out of the sea due to the orogeny hundreds of millions of years ago. After that, it was exposed to dry air and silently weathered and shattered. Perhaps hundreds of millions of years later, it will eventually turn into dust in the wind.
But when Jiang Wen stepped forward today, it was as if he was walking on the waves, his body swaying unsteadily, and his feet were soft and difficult to get close to.
The deepest part of the Immortal Mist in the Banquet Immortal Altar is right in front of you. The distance is not too long and cannot stop anyone from approaching. The shimmering Beichen Star weakened the fairy mist, and the gauze could no longer block the stone crevices on the ground.
The source of the fairy mist, the beginning of the disaster, and the source of the mystery, everything is hidden in the stone. A steaming smoke turns from gray to white, and then to a mysterious purple. The more you look at it, the more you are fascinated by it. .
The stone cave was like a deep and long cave. The sound of dripping water came from it, which reminded Jiang Wen of the dark cave and the slimy and hard stalagmites and stalactites that grew everywhere.
Waves of moist air continued to spread, like the salty breath of a dying giant, and Jiang Wen was peering into the huge trachea and felt the unknown gas that was emitted rhythmically.
Looking at the sea near the abyss, a chaotic scene grew in my heart. Many melancholy and uneasy thoughts flowed down from the cracks in the wall and formed a pool of cold water under my feet.
Looking again at this time, the long and deep underground cave seemed to be alive, just like a viper standing upright and stretching to the sky in accordance with the rhythm of the flute player.
It danced a magic dance that no sane person could appreciate, turning into a high wall that almost covered the top of the head. It was so dark and thick that it was suffocating. In an instant, it was like a tightly built space in a tomb, and Jiang Wen was just another corpse. The lifeless corpse has no choice but to die with this place...
Bizarre illusions come one after another, but the most dangerous tail needle is always hidden at the end.
Jiang Wen's body suddenly stiffened, and the fairy mist outside the stone cage suddenly became stronger and turned into invisible chains, twisting his hands and feet and tying them in place!
At this time, Jiang Wen sensed something was wrong and flew up to jump into the hole first.
But when his body was stretched out, it was almost parallel to the entrance of the cave, but it was stuck in the air at a weird angle!
What's even more terrifying is that the sound of bamboo flutes suddenly sounded on the altar of banquets. The former sang and the latter followed. The fierce wind blew and all the apertures were empty. The slender strips screamed mournfully, and the flute pipes were uneven. The palace merchants were different from each other, high and low, high and low. The ones in the middle are almost lifted up to the nine heavens, like a solitary crane flying high and weeping; the middle ones are wandering in the forest and sparse trees, only a few of them can't be removed; the low ones are sarcastic and whimpering, circling around the beams of the palace, making people sad; the wandering ones are even more lost. , sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, like the roaring autumn rain in the empty valley, this scene will last forever.
These extremely discordant sounds were played individually, emanating from every bone gap and organ space in his body, as if the instrument that produced these sounds was not other instruments but his own body - he turned into a blowpipe The thin reed in the middle was cut into pieces by a thousand sound waves and was about to be torn into pieces.
My heart sings loudly!
Jiang Wen thought in the flash of lightning.
These voices of different pitches suddenly woke up. It took less than a second each to push the voices to the extreme. The hoarseness, dryness and hysteria were just appearances. The most unbearable thing was the constant delirium floating in these voices. !
"Little Taoist priest, do it quickly!"
Before the thought was over, at this critical moment when the heart was ringing, a force appeared out of thin air and hit a certain intersection between the fairy mist and the air.
There was only a crisp sound like broken glass, and Jiang Wen's body frozen in the air suddenly changed. His body was controlled by gravity again, and he fell straight towards the stone.
Jiang Wen's body didn't have any chance to adjust. If he hit a protruding stone edge at this time, his head would be broken and he would be killed on the spot.
But the moment Jiang Wen was about to hit the stone pillar, his hands and feet clung to the rock wall first.
I saw his body twisting flexibly on the rock wall, spinning around and changing several directions. In an instant, he fell down several feet against the wall. Using the snake-shaped raccoon turning technique in the Nine Yin Manual, he turned his fall into a gecko swimming. wall.
"Fortunately, the little Taoist priest has Taishang Bu Xing Sheng Gang Lu with him, and he can break through the fairy mist in the cave to provide support. Otherwise, he will only die if he is trapped."
Jiang Wen held on to the cave wall and was in shock.
Compared with the Immortal Mist Binding Lock, Xin Lai Bi Ming is an unprecedented killer weapon that ordinary people cannot resist. But the little Taoist priest told him that he had a way to help him break through the bonds during the critical period, and at the same time, he could get rid of Xin Lai Bi Ming.
The space inside the stone cave was narrow and there were many forks. Jiang Wen lost his direction while turning left and right. When he turned a corner, he discovered that an unexpected fairy mist that was stronger than before was rolling in, and the momentum was indescribable.
It is clearly the time when Beichen is in high altitude, but why does the fairy mist still come and go with no pattern? !
At this time, if you want to break through this fog headlong, you must have the blessing of Taishang Buxing Shengzanglu. However, Jiang Wen came here just to take advantage of the situation. He relied on the support of the little Taoist priest to get in. He won because of his extraordinary speed and lost his stability. Heng, if you are trapped again, you will lose all your cards.
This road is so dangerous and treacherous that aspiring people would consider it a test for those seeking immortality, but for Jiang Wen, it would only be the source of all uneasiness and anxiety.
Jiang Wen's legs felt a little numb again. In order to avoid the eruption of fairy mist, Jiang Wen ducked sideways into a fork in the road to avoid its sharp edge. After his figure swam radically, he found that he had circled back to the entrance of the stone cave, looking only at the top of his head. There is a faint light at the square entrance of the cave, but it is out of reach.
Up to this point, time passed by one by one. Jiang Wen had already walked around most of the stone chamber, but he still could not see the cliff-buried mummy that Yuan Huazi mentioned, so he could not find the talisman seeds on the corpse.
Could it be that all this is just an illusion of Yuan Huazi and does not exist in reality at all?
Suddenly, four figures jumped down from the entrance of the cave, bringing down the billowing dust and slowly dispersing the surging fairy mist.
Their upper bodies were bare and fat, their cinnabar talismans were blurred by sweat, and they jointly held up a bronze bird-beaked human face box. The statue seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and was cold and silent. Only bursts of green smoke escaped and danced from it, like mercury, lingering in the nostrils with a strange fragrance.
The expressions of the four people were still confused, but with an aura of sadness that they had never seen before, they jointly carried the two-meter-long body of Hongyang Holy Child, which was alienated and inhuman form. It was like a solemn funeral procession, and they were actually followed by Jiang Wen jumped down.
The two parties almost met each other, and Liujia Divine General followed Jiang Wen silently, no longer full of hostility.
After the death of Hongyang Holy Child, Liujia Divine General no longer knew what to do, and no one knew what they wanted to say with their strange screams. The dull brains of this dead team could only remember the last order, which was to lead them into the deepest part of the fog with their only recognized leader.
As a result, Hongyang Holy Child finally came to the place where he didn't know the inside story until his death, and was about to witness the secret of immortality in another way until the last moment when he could not move forward.
The four of them entered the cave with a gilt-bronze feathered bronze box. The flowing incense from Han Yuan Longevity Palace swirled around, and suddenly followed the wind in the cave and converged to one place. Suddenly, it broke through the fairy mist, revealing a line that had just flowed out. Unseen roads!
The empty darkroom was damp and dull, and the air that had not circulated for a long time suddenly became cold and condensed into water droplets everywhere, making walking extremely slippery. The gilded Feather Man's bronze box emits a shimmer of cold light with its unique structure, illuminating the scene ahead.
The fairy mist swirled and the dust echoed faintly. The mummies with their heads facing outward looked at Jiang Wen with empty eyes, as if they were still crawling out desperately when they were alive, but time and life were frozen in this moment.
At the end of the cave, there is a high wall made of folded layers of shriveled corpses.
"The corpse that Yuan Huazi mentioned is actually in the deepest part of the cave!"
In the secret cave, Jiang Wen also discovered two strange things.
In the corner of the stone room is a dark yellow and cracked skeleton. At first glance, it looks like a person who quickly turned into bones shortly after death.
On the other side, there is a piece of wood with a unique shape, which is made of a log cut lengthwise, three feet long and two inches wide.
The semicircular wooden surface is trimmed into seven facets, each facet is about one finger wide, and each facet is written with text; the flat section is also divided into seven lines, six of which are written with text, and one line is left blank, which is filled with six to seven hundred words. .
"This is one of the wooden gongs that was used as a writing carrier before the popularization of paper. It was mostly used in calligraphy and copying documents..."
Jiang Wen murmured to himself, "If the wooden goblet was brought in by this skeleton, then the era when the skeleton lived is probably more than a thousand years ago?!"
At this time, Jiang Wen took a closer look and discovered that the skeleton leaning on the foot of the wall had been dead for an unknown number of years. It was almost broken when it touched the weathered edge. It was only because of the extremely thick body bones and the relatively closed environment that it persisted for a longer time.
"This skeleton has large joints, dense bones, and extremely thick and long hands. It should be a skilled swordsman. I don't know why it died here."
Jiang Wen made a judgment instantly.
The writing on the wooden goblet was also well preserved. Jiang Wen could see the handwriting of different people. It was difficult to describe all the writings, but they all showed a kind of tangled and embarrassing emotions.
Jiang Wen believes that those who can enter this stone crevice are all extraordinary people with great perseverance, great opportunity, and fearlessness. But in addition to a few people whose identities can be guessed, there are also a lot of Riddlers mixed in.
The flat section has the largest number of words. It records that someone noticed that monsters were frequently occurring in various places, and listened to his friend Lei Huan from Yuzhang who was proficient in prophecy and celestial phenomena. They planned for many years, and finally in the fifth year of Yuankang, they sent someone to steal two important treasures from the palace. Later, the two invited the ranger they met in the land of Wuyue in the fifth year of Xianning and asked him to go deep into the Wuyi Mountains to eradicate the evil.
This story is cryptic and difficult to understand, especially when it is mentioned frequently in the sentence. If someone happens to see this wooden goblet, they must not covet the treasure. They must put them together - even if they cannot be destroyed, they must be hidden in the world. A place you can never find.
"Dragon light shooting, flying sword through the house, even if this person does not mention his name, he is clearly Zhang Hua and Zhang Maoxian of the Western Jin Dynasty!"
Yuan Huazi said that Wang Mangtou and Gaozu's swords were missing from the arsenal of the Western Jin Dynasty. The person guarding the palace at that time was Zhang Maoxian, the order of Zhongshu. Now it seems that this is not only a self-inflicted theft, but also an important plan hidden behind history!
Zhang Hua's plan seemed to have come true, because the entrusted ranger also entered the depths of Manting Peak in Wuyi Mountain and died quietly under the stone. But what was the origin of the thing he tried so hard to destroy?
On the other side of the wooden goblet was Jiang Wen's somewhat familiar handwriting, describing a Taoist who noticed that strange things were happening frequently in the world and accidentally entered the cave.
In the end, he seemed to be struggling with whether to destroy what Mu Gu said, but after repeated consideration, he only left a line of unexplained text - "If you wish to ascend to the Jade Palace, you must practice in the Golden Pill"!
"This is the calligraphy of Immortal Master Bai Yuchan. I have seen it carved on the cliff at the foot of the mountain...Why is he so entangled? What is the treasure in the cave?"
On the other side of the face, there was a lump of thick ink writing. It took Jiang Wen a long time to understand the content.
In the front, he perfunctorily wrote that he came here to look for the opportunity to live forever. In the back, because it was written in the "Book of Mountains and Seas: The Great Wilderness Western Classic", Jiang Wen was able to half guess and half recite, "There are gods in the Western Sea and Nagisa, and there are humans." It has the face of a bird and the body of a bird, two green snakes in Er, and two red snakes in the ground. It is named "Yanzi".
The other party may have thought that the handwriting was already an encrypted message, so he left his signature in a bold manner - Sloppy Taoist.
"...Zhang Sanfeng has been here too?"
Not far away from what is suspected to be Zhang Sanfeng's handwriting, a crooked handwriting has nothing to do with the words "life and death are the same, pain and joy are the same", seeming to be sarcastic about other people's ignorance.
The most irrelevant thing is a piece of handwriting stuck to an outrageous text. I don’t know why I mentioned that although Emperor Ai of the Han Dynasty was young and talented, he suddenly suffered from paralysis after he ascended the throne. This was an innate disease and had nothing to do with the witchcraft at the end of the Western Han Dynasty, let alone the magic of blue birds. Finally, he spoke in the tone of a doctor. Sighing at the impermanence of things that are destined to rise and fall.
Jiang Wen unknowingly stepped out of the category of Han Yuan Shougong Incense. Just when he was looking at it in detail, the four Liujia generals suddenly panicked and shouted something to remind Jiang Wen to pay attention.
At this time, the Beichen Star patrolled to the highest point in the sky. The stone frame suddenly swayed hugely. Mist thicker than the fairy mist spurted out. The sound of violent stone friction continued. The huge stone wall formed by the pile of corpses turned out to be alive. Moved as if.
After the fairy mist dispersed, like a deflated rubber ball, the culprit hidden in the cave was finally revealed.
The wall of the cave inlaid with countless corpses continued to squirm, and a huge wall of flesh and blood slowly approached Jiang Wen. The stiffness and coldness of his body came again. He stared ahead with a stunned expression, even turning his head was a luxury.
Embedded in the center of this huge wall of flesh and blood, the glowing thing is a single, withered and mutilated head. The surface is covered with wax shrinkage and insect bites. It seems to have suffered a series of inhuman treatment during its lifetime.
The withered head was missing from the neck down, but it was incomprehensibly covered with a layer of disgusting connective threads, as if it was still growing slowly after death, trying to repair the wounds left by the cruel cuts.
The suspected culprit that caused all this was an ancient long sword that was inserted from his forehead and penetrated his throat. It still radiates a cold light after thousands of years.
"Could this be Wang Mang's head?! Emperor Ai of the Han Dynasty was paralyzed after death, and his eyelashes were still moving in the jade. Wang Mang only had one head left, but he was still slowly repairing it. What kind of magic method was used!"
The source of Zhang Hua's fear and worry may be this withered head!
Jiang Wen knew that he had to destroy it!
Even with the incense of the longevity palace of Han Yuan to protect his body, Liujia Divine General began to wail in pain because his heart was beating loudly, and he was unable to help.
Regarding the binding of the body, Jiang Wen, who had encountered it many times, had vaguely guessed that once a mortal comes into contact with this fairy mist, he will fall into a state of mechanical virtual power.
For example, if a force is exerted by itself, if the displacement that causes the force to do work is not caused by the force itself, that is, the force that does the work and the displacement corresponding to the force are independent of each other, and there is no causal relationship between the two, then the work done by the force is called virtual. The resulting displacement is called virtual displacement.
The virtual work caused by the fairy mist is the original work done by the force on the virtual displacement. In the equilibrium state, the sum of the virtual work of all the forces on any virtual displacement is zero.
Jiang Wen, who was trapped in the Immortal Mist Virtual Space, had his original front, rear, left, and right strength stripped away from his body. It looked like he was moving with all his strength. In fact, all the strength in his body was always zero, and he was stagnant in the air. A strange scene - at this time, even the attraction of the earth was offset by the virtual space of the fairy mist.
And the most terrifying heart beats, the principle is the same. When the sound of the flute, pipe, and crane sounds, it is actually the previous sound wave that circulates in the body. The friction of bones, blood flow, heart beating, and breathing ups and downs in a person's body will all produce large and small sound wave vibrations.
At this time, as the virtual work space is closed, the external force can no longer be released, and a lot of virtual work internal forces will accumulate inside the body, colliding and entangled with each other. As the increase increases, it is like a pinball bouncing faster and faster in the room. After time accumulates, it is enough to shatter the tissues and organs of the body!
To break all of this, perhaps what is needed is a candle illuminating the underworld of the incense of the Han Yuan Shou Palace, or perhaps it is just a magical and ordinary first driving force, and the virtual space of the fairy mist will be destroyed by itself.
He vaguely noticed that this was not so much an attack method, but rather some incompatible physical properties at work.
If there really is a world where there is no external interference because of the floating fairy mist, would that place be like Penglai Wonderland with mountains and rivers, and the body can fly and dance at will...
Is that the ethereal and ethereal fairyland?
The closer he got to the center of the mystery of immortality in Wuyi Mountain, the more absurd and bizarre Jiang Wen felt. Everything seemed far away from the beautiful fairy tales. What is the connection between the secret technique of descending the blue bird that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty obtained from Wuyi Mountain and the mystery of ascending to immortality that has been passed down in Wuyi Mountain for thousands of years...
But it was too late to think about it. Countless things that had not been done by the predecessors were right in front of us. This huge wall of corpses was still moving.
"Little Taoist priest, help me one last time!"
With the last crackling sound, the little Taoist priest was now far away in the cave of Zhizhi'an. The ancient bronze sword inserted in Jiang Wen's waist let out a dragon roar, the sword body buzzed out of its sheath, and the blade pointed directly at the core of the huge wall of corpses. At this moment, when Xian Wu is weakened to the extreme by Beichen Star, everything will be put to an end!
There was a rumble and the mountains shook, and light and shadow continued in the stone. But as the giant wall of corpses shook again, a strange and indescribable appearance turned from behind the corpse!
The terrifying shape on the other side of the wall exceeds the sum of the horror stories that humans have heard. At this moment, the mysterious fairy mist is thrown away, and the red glow is flying in the sky, spreading wantonly in the small cave!
