Lu Feng, guided by Wu Ying, arrived outside the main tomb in a short time.
Because I had the tomb map in hand, I never encountered any dangers along the way.
Wu Ying stood outside the main tomb, looking at the very familiar structure of the tomb...it was exactly the same as the palace chambers he had encountered before.
The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch: "Isn't there a terrifying formation like Yuan Chen Jie here?"
Lu Feng looked at the ajar door of the palace, sensed it for a while, and responded: "I didn't notice the aura of the formation."
Shao Yang echoed, "Huo Qiu has already entered here."
He pointed to the path on the other side of the palace room, "That's where we escaped."
Wu Ying glanced at the drawing in his hand and said solemnly: "There is a secret door in the path that the trail extends, which is connected to an underground river leading to the outside world."
Ning Xiang smiled bitterly: "I know this. I fell into the river at that time and was washed out by the water. It was also thanks to the river, otherwise..."
At the end of the sentence, Ning Xiang suddenly choked up.
If I had not been lucky enough to spread the news and not be able to find my master in time to save him...
???????????????When I think that I may never see these relatives and friends around me again, my heart feels like a knife stabbing me.
Ning Xiang's discomfort caused Man Zhongli's emotions to be instantly affected. He felt inexplicably sad, and Shao Yue and Qian Xin also became depressed.
Shao Yang couldn't bear it and said aloud: "Axiangfu is lucky and everything will be fine. Now that we know there is an exit to the outside world, can we..."
Lu Feng sighed and interrupted: "The underground river should have collapsed."
Thinking of the previous scene where Yuan Chen released his force and vented his anger, to describe it as a collapse is probably a weak word. If we go there now, let alone the path to the underground river, even a drop of water will be hard to find.
Wu Ying's heavy voice sounded: "What I want to say is not something that cannot be said, but that this underground river is connected to the outside world!"
Ning Xiang was puzzled: "What's wrong with being in contact? Isn't this a good thing?"
Wu Ying shook his head and said solemnly: "The construction of tombs is generally closed, and it is rare to have such a layout of 'living', unless..."
"Unless what?" Ning Xiang looked at it innocently.
Wu Ying said bluntly: "Unless the person who built the tomb doesn't care about the things buried in the tomb."
Everyone was puzzled.
Wu Ying further explained: "It's like two identical pieces of wood. The piece of wood placed in a sealed environment can last for thousands of years, but the piece of wood placed in an open environment can only last for a hundred and eighty years."
"Looking at the main tomb in front of us, it is clear that there is no independent sealed structure, it is just wide open."
"The coffin inside is probably rotten."
Lu Feng listened to Wu Ying's words and stepped forward to push open the ajar door.
Suddenly seeing a coffin neatly displayed in the center, which was actually made of fine iron, he couldn't help but look a little joking.
This slap in the face came too quickly.
Talk about the coffin rotting...
As a result, an iron coffin was brought directly!
Wu Ying caught a glimpse of the scene inside from a distance, her face froze, and then she coughed awkwardly.
"It shouldn't be, is it so evil?"
Wu Ying murmured, this kind of layout is completely inconsistent with the way of heavy gate tombs?
Practitioners have always advocated the theory of rebirth, believing that wooden coffins are full of life and can help people find peace after death.
Most iron coffins are corrosive to the bones and are not suitable for storing corpses. They also have the implication that people will not live in peace after death. Therefore, it is taboo to use iron in the coffin or make the coffin together with the tomb. matter.
Unless it was done by an enemy, and they were thinking of retaliating by setting up an iron mound tomb, seeking spiritual comfort and venting their hatred.
But judging from the layout of the tomb along the way, it is obvious that they are not enemies and have no reason for revenge. It is really weird.
Everyone walked into the main tomb chamber.
In addition to a dark iron coffin in the center, there are scrolls hanging on the surrounding walls, tied up neatly and orderly, and the contents inside cannot be clearly seen;
Only a landscape painting near the door is unfolded.
Because there were no other objects in the entire palace, everyone's first reaction was to look at the unfolding scroll.
Lu Feng was a little wary at first, wary of using a method similar to "using paintings to enter the battle". After feeling it secretly, he felt relieved.
Wu Ying, on the other hand, still frowned.
After being stunned for a long time, Wu Zi reached out and touched the surface of the landscape painting.
And as the spiritual energy of his fingertips submerged, the mountains and rivers in the landscape paintings unexpectedly emitted billowing gray smoke, as if they were burning, but there was no spark at all.
Looking at it from the side, it is very strange and permeating.
When the gray smoke dissipated, the original ink-colored landscape painting suddenly lost all its color, as if it was about to disappear.
"This is……"
Lu Feng guarded the disciples behind him vigilantly and looked at the hanging painting suspiciously.
You can be sure that this is not a formation method, and there is no formation aura fluctuation on it.
However, the moment the gray smoke dissipated, Lu Feng faintly sensed a weak soul consciousness being annihilated.
Wu Ying put down his hand and said solemnly: "Do you still remember the deaths of Jiang Yingyu and Qu Cheng'an?"
Lu Feng's face condensed, "Brother Wu, you mean - the ghost seizes the body?"
As he spoke, his eyes suddenly looked towards the hanging painting, and he asked in surprise: "It was these scrolls that harmed them? Are these scrolls the vessels used by the Fengyuan lineage to seal away resentful souls?"
Seeing Wu Ying nodding.
"Retreat outside the palace," Lu Feng quickly motioned to Shaoyang and the others to avoid danger.
Although his current strength is not weak, he is slightly weak when it comes to souls. If he is attacked by strange souls rashly, it may be difficult to defend against him.
"It doesn't matter," Wu Ying said aloud: "If these scrolls are not spread out, the restrictions on them will not be touched."
As he spoke, he walked towards the iron coffin in the center, minding his own business.
After carefully examining the hidden patterns on the iron coffin.
Wu Ying looked back awkwardly: "I take back what I said before, you should go out."
After hearing this, Shaoyang's group understood that Wu Ying must have discovered something more sinister, and immediately retreated outside.
Lu Feng asked in confusion: "Is there something wrong with this coffin?"
Wu Ying nodded and explained: "Although the patterns engraved on them are ordinary patterns of rebirth, praying for good fortune and peace of life, there is a sealing spell hidden in these patterns, which is the same as the aura hidden in the surrounding paintings. Consistently, the solution to the Feng Yuan Curse should be inseparable from these paintings."
"If you want to open this coffin and these hanging paintings, I'm afraid you will inevitably have to take a look."
Lu Feng glanced at Huo Qiu who was lying on the ground outside the door, and said hesitantly: "It is said that he broke into this palace before, didn't he try to break these restrictions?" Wu Ying heard this, raised his neck proudly, and said proudly: "He However, a low-level disciple of the Bottle Spirit Sect is only half-skilled in our methods, so he has no ability to compete with the Fengyuan lineage of the important sect."
Lu Feng laughed in embarrassment. Looking at it from this point of view, Wu Ying was more than a bit better than Huo Qiu and his ilk.
Wu Ying continued: "But that boy should be aware of the danger here. It is estimated that he coaxed or coerced the disciples of your sect to spread the landscape painting. Perhaps it was because of the changes caused after the painting was spread that he made him The coffin was not further explored.”
"Of course, even without this change, with his strength, it would be impossible to break open the coffin lid even if he tried hard. Once the sealing curse on it is triggered, the paintings in the entire palace will probably fall down. The resentful souls imprisoned inside were instantly released, and it was really like a group of demons dancing wildly."
Lu Feng looked at the sixteen scrolls hanging on the surrounding walls and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Wu Ying asked cautiously: "It is not appropriate to interview directly before you are sure about the strength of the resentful souls sealed here. Brother Lu, do you have a soul formation? How about setting up ten or eight seats? It can be used as a buffer to adapt, and also But in the face of unexpected events, there is room for escape.”
The corner of Lu Feng's mouth twitched: "I know a lot about the defensive formations of the Soul Alliance, but I am in a hurry and don't have the appropriate jade in my hand. Let alone ten or eight, just setting up one is probably too difficult."
Wu Ying gritted his teeth and looked outside, "In this case, we are afraid that we have to sacrifice that boy Huo Qiu. I can try to turn his body into a soul-gathering medium. When the scroll is unfolded, I can use secret methods to capture it." Those resentful souls were introduced and sealed into his soul sea."
Lu Feng shook his head hesitantly and said: "The defense formation of the soul line is not easy to arrange, but if it is only used for buffering and testing, I have another method that may have a certain effect."
As for Huo Qiu, Lu Feng still decided to save his life to resolve the situation of the Bottle Spirit Sect.
Wu Ying was naturally happy about this. It would be best if he could not use any powerful secret techniques to break the situation.
Lu Feng took out the Ancient Desolate Altar from the Qilin Ring and presented the Xiao Ancient Soul Corpse before his eyes.
Wu Ying felt the aura exuded by the ancient soul corpse, and subconsciously took a few steps back in shock, with a look of vigilance on his face.
Full of surprise, he said: "Brother Lu, you...you actually know the soul control technique of Fengyuan lineage?"
"Um?" Lu Feng was shocked, "Are you saying that this method is the soul control technique of the Fengyuan lineage?"
Then he raised the Ancient Desolate Altar in his hand, "Then do you know where this thing comes from? Does it have anything to do with the Fengyuan lineage or the Chongmen?"
Wu Ying shook his head, "I have never seen such an artifact, but your method of controlling the soul corpse is indeed somewhat similar to their soul control technique."
"That's not right~" Feeling the breath of the ancient soul corpse, Wu Ying changed his words: "You seem to be more domineering than the legendary soul control technique. Most of the soul corpses controlled by the soul control technique have a trace of resentment. It’s rare to find someone as completely dominant as you.”
Lu Feng secretly sighed. He originally thought he could find some clues about the origin of the Ancient Desolate Altar. After all, whether it was a bloody war corpse or an ancient spirit corpse, they all vaguely matched the Zhongzong lineage and Fengyuan lineage. It doesn't seem like a simple coincidence.
After discussing some countermeasures with Wu Ying.
Lu Feng used a burst of energy to hit a nearby scroll, touching the restrictions on it.
Then he controlled the ancient soul corpse in front of him and faced the fierce resentful soul rising slowly from the scroll.
