After talking about it, Yang Xuanlan's pupils shrank and his eyes were cold and bone-piercing.
Tomorrow is when the literary test list will be announced. No matter what, even if he waits here all night, he can't let Yang Ji leave safely.
After spending so much time and energy, Yang Ji's problem must be solved once and for all today.
If you think you can be safe by hiding in a scroll of Cave Scripture paintings, then he won't mind telling him harshly what "innocence" means!
…………
White mist curled up, and a simple and primitive building appeared in front of us, with four strong characters on it:
"Ziyang Cave Heaven"!
Yang Ji stood in front of the cave, looking at this scene, completely stunned.
This is a huge mountain peak, shrouded in clouds and mist, majestic and majestic, reaching straight into the sky. There are lush trees on the left and right, and the cave where Yang Ji stands is on the mountainside of this peak.
Turning around, Yang Ji looked behind him blankly. There were floating clouds and mist there. Yang Ji could not see the land, but endless chaos and nothingness.
"How is this going?"
"Why did I show up here?"
…
Yang Ji's eyes were blank and his thoughts were confused.
Everything in front of me was completely inconsistent with my escape plan.
Yang Ji only remembered that after receiving Yang Xuanlan's full blow, he was about to escape. Suddenly there was a flash of light and he was sucked in by a huge suction force.
Then, without any preparation, he appeared in a new world.
Nothing about twenty feet, nothing about hiding from the ground, nothing about underground water... none of it.
Yang Ji only faced this unknown world, a huge mountain peak, and this ancient cave in front of him.
There seemed to be something extra in his head. But the impact was too great, and Yang Ji's mind was still in chaos.
Yang Ji turned his head and raised his neck again. He looked at the four large vermilion characters on it.
"Ziyang Cave Sky..."
Yang Ji murmured to himself. Isn't this the cave that he has seen time and time again in incomplete scripture paintings? Even though he has seen these several times, Yang Ji still finds it hard to believe it.
Could it be that all this is not an illusion and that I have really been sucked out of a sutra painting?
"!!!"
Although he knew in his heart that this might be the best answer, Yang Ji still felt a huge shock.
Yang Ji has always been exposed to the concept that martial arts in classical paintings are only used to understand martial arts and are the carrier of the inheritance of martial arts.
Yang Ji had never thought that there was a cave in the scriptures and paintings.
This was completely different from the classic paintings that Yang Ji had come into contact with before, and it had completely peaked the concept of "classical paintings" in his mind.
"Who actually has such means?"
Looking at the majestic mountain peaks that reached into the clouds before him, Yang Ji murmured to himself, feeling a huge shock deep in his soul.
Just like a person sees something he is pursuing so hard, this is how Yang Ji feels now.
"Perhaps this is the true power of a warrior!..."
Yang Ji murmured to himself.
Compared with this kind of divine and Buddha-like means, the power that he is proud of, including Yang Xuanlan, the evil prince and other amazing geniuses, are just insignificant ants and dust.
"Buzz!"
A stabbing pain came. Yang Ji cried out in pain and frowned. At this moment, the extra and vague things in Yang Ji's mind gradually became clear.
"It turns out this is a cave painting."
Yang Ji whispered.
Perhaps because he poured a lot of spiritual power into the incomplete scriptures and paintings, Yang Ji finally obtained some information about this strange world.
It turns out that this is a cave painting. According to the information Yang Ji got from his mind, this painting should not have been created very long ago. It does not belong to that kind of ancient scripture painting. It is a product of this era.
However, compared with the Han Dynasty that Yang Ji currently lives in, it should still be a long time away.
From the information in his mind, Yang Ji learned that this was one of the "low-level" Cave Heaven Scripture paintings created by a well-known strong man for his two disciples.
——At least for the person who made this Dongtian Sutra painting at that time, this Sutra painting was inferior to his strength.
As if out of respect, the information in the painting does not mention who created it.
The purpose of creating this sutra painting seems to be that the famous and powerful man wanted to train his two disciples and help them understand the essence of the Dongtian Sutra painting.
No matter what the senior's original intention was, judging from the situation Yang Ji received, things had obviously deviated from his original expectations.
Yang Ji did not feel much information about his two disciples from this scroll of scripture paintings. Instead, he could feel it from the mixed atmosphere of the scripture paintings. This Dongtian scripture painting is almost its owner.
Worse--
"...This scripture painting has been destroyed."
Yang Ji shook his head, remembering the incomplete appearance of the scripture paintings.
"I wonder what's in this?"
Yang Ji looked up at the ancient cave "Ziyang Cave" and thought to himself.
No matter what kind of history this sutra painting has, it is all in the past. What Yang Ji is concerned about now is the present.
With a thought in his heart, Yang Ji stepped into the cave.
In the cave, there are reddish-brown rocks on both sides and thousands of gorges on the ground, giving people a very quaint feeling. The cave was quiet, and Yang Ji walked on it, feeling that his feet were solid, and Yang Ji was the only one left in the entire cave.
Record the echo of one's footsteps.
"There should be no one here..."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
The most fearful thing about this kind of searching for secrets is the unknown danger.
But judging from the incomplete appearance of this sutra painting, no matter what secrets it contains, it should be ownerless now. Otherwise, it would not have been left in the small town at the foot of Tieguan Mountain, where it had been left unattended for dozens or hundreds of years.
It’s time to ask.
This made Yang Ji feel more relaxed.
"Um?"
After walking for more than ten steps, Yang Ji's brow suddenly jumped. Not far in front of him, a stone tablet protruded from the ground. There were vague words on the stone tablet.
"If you have a chance, please come in, but if you don't, don't come. If you know it's difficult, retreat, and you'll be safe!"
These words are strong and powerful, and they are more than three-thirds deep into the stone monument. They are very eye-catching. When I first saw them, I was really shocked.
"This word..."
Yang Ji looked at the handwriting on the stele and his heart moved: "Why does it look like it was written by fingers?"
The words on the stele are all concave, and they don't look like they were scratched by a sword. The marks are somewhat reminiscent of human fingers.
"If you have a chance, please come in. If you don't have a chance, don't come. What do you mean?"
Yang Ji looked at the monument, folded his hands, and was secretly confused.
It stands to reason that entering here is destined. However, Yang Ji felt that the words on the stele seemed to have a special meaning. After staying on the stele for a moment, Yang Ji's eyes quickly fell on a black iron sword next to the stele.
"Why is there an iron sword here?"
Yang Ji conveniently copied it, picked up the iron sword, and was secretly surprised.
At first glance, Yang Ji thought it would be some kind of special material. But after a closer look, it turned out to be a very ordinary iron sword.
And rather than saying that it is an iron sword, it is more accurate to say that it is an iron bar, two fingers wide and about three feet wide, with no blade and not even a hilt.
Yang Ji stared at the iron sword, surprised.
I have to admit, this raised stone tablet, the inexplicable words, this thing that is not sure whether it is an iron sword or an iron bar... all of these gave Yang Ji an indescribable feeling, which was very strange.
"No matter what the secret is, you'll find out when you go in."
Yang Ji felt a sudden change in his heart, and stepped over the stone monument to go inside. To be on the safe side, Yang Ji still brought the iron sword with an unknown purpose.
"Buzz!"
There was a trembling sound, and Yang Ji had only taken a few steps. Suddenly, a light flashed in front of him, and a rainbow light shot out.
"Flying sword!"
Yang Ji was shocked.
It was too late, but it was too late. Yang Ji had just discovered that the flying sword had already shot out and rushed directly in front of Yang Ji.
"Keng clang clang!"
The black flying sword was as fast as lightning. In a short period of time, it struck Yang Ji's chest, throat, abdomen, eyes, and top of his head more than ten times.
Because the sword was so fast, it even caused numerous phantoms to appear in the void.
Almost instinctively, Yang Ji raised his right hand, and the iron bar in his hand was pointed out like lightning. Each move was at the extreme speed, and he blocked the attack of the flying sword in the blink of an eye.
"boom!"
There was a flash of blood, and a torrent of blood roared out like a giant dragon. With a sudden shock, the flying sword in the air immediately exploded into countless iron filings and scattered all over the ground.
"What exactly is going on?"
Yang Ji looked at the debris on the ground in surprise.
This flying sword seemed to be extremely fast, but the material was extremely brittle. Yang Ji easily shattered it with his energy, but the ugly-looking iron bar in his hand was not a problem at all.
It must be said that Yang Ji had not expected that he would be attacked when he entered the cave. Moreover, it was disintegrated so easily, which was even more inexplicable.
"This place is so weird..."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
It was quiet in the cave, and everything was back to its original state. But at this moment, everything was completely different in Yang Ji's eyes.
Yang Ji had a feeling that this place might be a little different from what he thought.
Perhaps because the threat from the first attack was not great, Yang Ji was still very enthusiastic about exploring this place.
"Go in and have a look again."
Yang Ji picked up the "Iron Sword" and continued walking forward.
"Groan!——"
With a soft chant, in the dim space ahead, a black rainbow flashed, and another flying sword shot out. A space of more than ten feet flashed across, and the sword was extremely fast, shooting at the vital points of Yang Ji's body.
"Fine iron sword?"
Yang Ji's eyes flashed, and he raised his flying sword to deal with it at full speed.
Two attacks, the first one is an iron sword, and the second one is a fine iron sword, the material is obviously improved a lot.
"call!"
A flame rose into the sky, tongues of fire rose into the sky, and the fine iron sword wrapped around the space immediately turned into a pool of iron juice in a few breaths, and fell down.
Shaking up his iron sword, Yang Ji continued to walk inside. The curiosity in his heart grew bigger and bigger.
"I wonder if there is a third handle?"
Yang Ji was curious in his heart.
Whoosh!
As if to echo his thoughts, with a whoosh, the third flying sword arrived as promised. (To be continued)