Scheming is in vain and hard to predict, people are not as good as the dawn
The two of them came to the end of the cave, no longer looking at the dead snake. Curiosity slowly replaced everything. The fear they had just now had long been forgotten by Song Wan. The cave was not large in area.
There is a scroll hanging on the wall without murals.
In the painting, a well-groomed woman is lying on a couch, with a gorgeous purple palace dress clinging to her body, making the woman's figure look even more exquisite. The gorgeous tassels on her slim waist are hanging down in front of the couch, as if
It seems to be alive.
The charming face highlights the mature charm. The three thousand black hair has not been taken care of, and it hangs obediently on the couch behind her. The smart eyes are as charming as silk, seductive. The red lips are slightly open, making people feel that the surrounding people are
The air was a little scorching with the hot lips. The two curved willow-leaf eyebrows were perfectly embellished on this charming face, which made people feel that they could not bear to be blasphemed despite their various charms.
The figure in the painting smiles like a flower, which makes people fascinated. Men fall in love with her and women feel ashamed. Apeng can't help but be fascinated by it, but this charm has no effect on Song Wan, who is also a woman.
She was still young and didn't understand love affairs. She just thought that the sister in the painting was so beautiful. It would be nice if she was someone half as beautiful as her. However, she looked down at her flat chest and her waist, which was as thick as the top and bottom, and touched herself.
On the little face with a little baby fat, waves of frustration came to her heart. The clear water outside the cave seemed to see through Songwan's little thoughts and smiled.
"Brother Apeng, what's wrong with you? Are you looking at a painting in a daze?" Song Wan saw that Apeng was looking a little crazy, and she couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied.
"Ah, I don't know what's going on. I always feel that this painting is so beautiful. It's heartbreakingly beautiful. I don't want to take my eyes away. I feel a little confused. Is this the magic of enchantment that Master said? Master said that there are demons and monsters in the world. This
It’s the power of charm.”
Apeng didn't know that this was indeed the power of charm, but the person in the painting was not a charm, but a person with advanced cultivation, and the person who painted the painting was very expressive.
Song Wan felt that since it was said to be a magic land, there must be a secret room. Isn’t that what the storytellers told about the plot? Song Wan started to slap the wall with her little hands, without using any force, and the surrounding walls were all empty.
Song Wan was surprised when the wall facing the exit had a gentle force that bounced back when she patted it lightly with her first palm.
She retracted her little hand and slapped it harder, and it seemed that the force of the rebound was a little stronger. Songwan felt that something was abnormal and must be a monster, so she circulated her true energy, and slapped down with a tenth of her own true energy, and boomed.
With a sound, the force that was more than ten times stronger than the palm force came back. Song Wan was startled and hurriedly circulated her Qi to resist.
Fortunately, she and Apeng had the amulets given by their masters, so they were fine. Songwan knew that her amulets could withstand the strongest blow from a person with the immortal cultivation level, and she would not be in harm's way, so she boldly used it five times.
Cheng's skill bombarded the wall, and the rebound force knocked Songwan away, causing Apeng to panic. Songwan was caught by a soft force after being bounced to the entrance of the hole.
Qing Shui knew he couldn't hide anymore, so he walked in from the entrance of the cave with a sullen face, pretending to be angry and shouted: "You are so brave, you actually dare to run around without telling me."
Song Wan was stunned. She obviously didn't expect the master to appear here. Fortunately, the master showed up, otherwise her little face would have come into close contact with the wall.
Song Wan cheered and hung directly on Qing Shui, "Master, I know that Master is the best. Master will definitely come to us if he finds out that we are gone."
Apeng hurried over to ask for the offence, "You don't need to salute when you see me in the future. I don't like these red tapes. As a cultivator, just follow your heart."
"Disciple, I remember." Apeng was still a little cautious.
Song Wan, who was like a koala, was finally put down by her master. "Master, this thing is so strange. It can actually rebound my power!"
Seeing her master walking up to the wall, her right hand gently attached to it without attacking. After a cup of tea, Song Wan became a little anxious and said, "Master~"
Seeing that the master ignored her and put down her right hand, Song Wan pouted a little depressedly. She heard the master whisper softly, "What a clever barrier, no wonder so many people died here."
"What? Dead man!" Song Wan's eyes widened when she heard this, as if to say, Master, you lied to me again. Song Wan, who was rolled over by the master, had a look on her face full of coquettishness, "What do you think the white stuff on the ground is? Is it?
The dead buried here in ancient times and the bone powder left behind after the corpses were weathered, how many people must have died here to have such a thick layer of bone powder?" Qing Shui sighed sadly.
"If you don't have the cultivation level of Immortal Lord or above, and you can't figure out the secret of this barrier, you will naturally be counterattacked. I'm afraid those who are attacked will not be able to get out of this cave."
"No wonder there was such a strong smell of decay when I first came in." Apeng said, but Songwan had already run to the side to support the wall and vomited.
After a while, Songwan, who had vomited enough, returned to Qingshui, "Master, you said you understood the mystery of this barrier? What is it?"
"To open this barrier, you need not only sufficient skill, but also... blood sacrifice." Qing Shui spoke loudly every word, and Song Wan felt as if her little heart skipped a few beats with those two words.
"Blood sacrifice?" Songwan covered her mouth with her chubby little hands, and was so surprised that she couldn't speak. Apeng was also shocked, "What kind of enchantment is this that actually requires blood sacrifice?" Qingshui looked at their surprise with satisfaction.
The expression then added, "Yes, but only the blood of the person who breaks the seal can be used."
"Ah, then let's not crack it. Master, let's go." Song Wan's eyes were full of worry.
"Don't you want to know what this seal is?" Qing Shui said with a smile on his face.
"I think so, but I have to use my own blood, so forget it," Song Wan said, dragging Qing Shui out.
Qing Shui's eyes flashed with tenderness, "You don't need much, just a few drops are enough. The higher the skill, the less blood is needed. I think Xuanzun and Tianzun should break it with force. No blood sacrifice is needed. The person who set up the barrier must be
At the beginning, his cultivation level was not higher than that of the Immortal Master, right?" Song Wan was relieved.
Song Wan and A Peng hid a little further away to avoid the remnants of the barrier breaking down from reaching them.
Qing Shui stretched out his left hand and lightly touched his wrist with the index finger of his right hand. A stream of light golden blood exuded a light fragrance and sweet taste. It slowly flowed out but was limited to the upper part of Qing Shui's left wrist. It did not flow. It was about the size of a wine cup.
Qing Shui waved his right hand lightly, and the pale golden blood floated in the palm of his right hand.
Ignoring her master's stop, Songwan ran up to Qing Shui, broke off Qing Shui's left hand, and saw that the wound on her left wrist had healed long ago without leaving even a trace of scar, so she turned around and left with relief.
After Songwan stood still, Qing Shui raised his right hand slightly, and the ball of blood floated in the air. Qing Shui pinched it with both hands, and the changes were rapid. The ball of blood slowly changed with the change of gestures. After Qing Shui gestured for a while, he looked again.
A complex golden talisman has appeared in front of him. "This is a talisman made out of thin air. Master is so powerful~"
Qing Shui gave a soft drink and pushed the talisman to the wall in front of him. A magical thing happened. The talisman did not collide with the wall, and there was no big explosion. Instead, it gently melted in. With the last stroke,
After integrating, Song Wan saw that Qing Shui's right hand had condensed the power of immortality, but the integration of the talisman and seal did not seem to have any effect.
Qing Shui quietly sensed it, and when the wall began to vibrate slightly, he slowly pushed out his right palm and patted it lightly on the wall. Then he quickly withdrew and retreated to Song Wan and A Peng. He waved his hand to protect the wall cloth, and there was a roar, as if the whole
The cave is shaking.
A burst of smoke and dust filled the air. When the smoke and dust almost dispersed, Qing Shui put away the protective wall and walked forward lightly. The wall had collapsed. What appeared in front of him was a deep tunnel. At the end of the tunnel was a pair of scarlet eyes, as if telling a story.
With endless hatred and sorrow.
A hoarse voice came, wow, Songwan didn't understand it anyway. When she was still confused, a thundering roar came, "Let me go, Hong Lian, you bastard, you can't defeat me and you plotted against me."
!”
Unprepared to be shocked by this spiritual consciousness, Songwan vomited blood and turned around to see Apeng crumbling.
Qing Shui frowned and pushed out with a wave of palm wind. A shocking roar and unwillingness came from the end of the tunnel, "Who are you? Who are you? You don't have the aura of that bastard Hong Lian in your body. Who are you? Why are you doing this?"
Come here!" It was still a voice transmitted from his mind, but there was an obvious vibrato in the voice.
"The devil who was sealed ten thousand years ago is still alive now?" Song Wan heard the master's murmur, and felt horrified. Thousands of years ago...
"Hahahaha, devil? I am a devil, but I am not, wuwuwuwu." The voice muttered to herself like a madman and began to sob, making Songwan couldn't help but cry. Qingshui frowned. Such a strong thought suddenly appeared.
It still has such a strong influence after ten thousand years. Qing Shui snorted and made the end of the tunnel completely silent. Even though it was powerful back then, it is just a paper tiger now.
Hearing a cold snort from the master, she finally woke up after seeing her off. Shui Lingling's big eyes were full of anger. She was still a young man, and she could only see the demonic energy surging at the end of the tunnel, and a pair of scarlet eyes staring at everyone.