A weak ponder rang in the endless darkness, and then something moved in the darkness, and a black figure crawled up...
However, the figure had not yet stood up, but fell down with a "bang" sound, accompanied by a weak breathing, so that this person could be determined to be a wounded person.
"Where is this? Is the cage of sin like this, endless darkness?" Lan Feng muttered to himself from the darkness.
With his gray words, his heart also became darker. He was struggling with something inside, and suddenly he remembered many beautiful things.
In this dark cage, thinking about the beauty of the past quietly, Lan Feng couldn't help but smile sweetly, but soon he was lost again.
This is an instinctive fear of an unknown world. Lan Feng didn't know what was ahead. How terrible the cage of sin was said by Meng Yao and other women. It was obvious that it would not be as simple as darkness.
After a moment of quiet contemplation, Lan Feng's mood gradually received a little comfort. He took out a spirit stone in the storage bag, urging the spiritual power to activate the spirit stone, illuminating a faint light.
With the firefly fireflies, Lan Feng walked step by step along the endless darkness. He did not use his mind to recover his wounded body, so he couldn't wait to see what it looked like.
Perhaps before entering the cage of sin, Taoist Qingyi secretly healed his wounds, and his body could continue to recover without the need for mental exercises.
There are all kinds of strange things in the dark world, as if there is nothing, and it seems that there is nothing, and it exists according to the surname Xin, and it appears flash by flash, like a dream.
These completely aroused Lan Feng's desire for knowledge, and he wanted to immediately find out what the entire crime cage was.
One day later, Lan Feng came to a small cave with three big words "Shangqing Palace" marked on the door of the mansion, "Shangqing Palace".
The Shangqing Hall is extremely luxuriously decorated with some murals engraved on the walls, and the murals are vividly displayed, like a real person. Lan Feng stood in front of the murals and pondered them carefully with the help of a faint light of inspiration. He felt that the murals had a great mystery that implied them.
Lan Feng stood in front of a woman's painting. The woman looked very beautiful, with her hair slightly messy but not affecting her beauty. Instead, she was a little messy and beautiful. Her jade hand held her arms and hugged her very much like a sleeping beauty.
Lan Feng looked carefully and felt that the beauty in her sleeping beauty was smiling at her, and she smiled sweetly. Then Lan Feng seemed to see the beauty in her sleeping beauty breaking out of the wall and pounce on her.
This scared Lanfeng. He deliberately avoided it, but it was too late. He found that he could not move. He opened his mouth and wanted to call something, but he couldn't make a sound.
Lan Feng struggled hard, and he felt extremely painful, and he had difficulty breathing. There seemed to be an invisible pair of hands tightly tying him, his body was soft and weak, and he couldn't stand up.
Suddenly, Lanfeng felt that the sky was dark. In the dark night, he was in a broken house. The house was desolate and the illusion of a gust of wind. He tried hard to open his eyes wide, and he saw a beautiful face in his eyes. The beautiful face was very close to him, and the bridge of his small nose touched his nose.
岚风觉得美人儿鼻尖很冷,冷冰冰的,岚风本能要的躲开,美人儿却恋上了他的鼻梁似的,揍上去.
Lan Feng felt very uncomfortable, and his inner thoughts became angry. He stared at the beauty with hatred. He suddenly kissed him, looking like a manly feeling that I would not suffer any loss anyway.
When Lan Feng did this, the beauty did not dare to touch him, so she hurriedly avoided it. The beauty stared at Lan Feng's eyes, and saw Lan Feng's devilish bloody eyes at this time, and a trace of fear appeared on the beauty's face.
Lan Feng thought for a moment, but she didn't understand why, but the beauty was afraid of herself, so Lan Feng was not afraid, or she was born to not know what to write about fear.
The beauty wandered around him and refused to leave. Lan Feng smiled badly, raised his eyebrows and blinked his eyes, looking at her, looking like he wanted to embrace the beauty in his arms. Suddenly, Lan Feng rushed up. In fact, Lan Feng wanted to kill her. He knew very well where this place was, a prison for crime.
Of course, Lan Feng couldn't pounce on him, he couldn't move, but the beauty was scared away. As soon as the beauty left, Lan Feng recovered. He sweated coldly on his back and was scared.
When one side recovered, Lan Feng hurriedly retreated from the cave. He felt that there was something terrible about this cave, which was very dangerous and was not what he had to deal with at this time.
After retreating, Lan Feng searched for a corner and recovered. He was a little anxious to recover his wounded body. In this dark world, he always felt a pair of round eyes staring at him through the endless darkness.
Lan Feng had an instinctive disgust towards this feeling, shouting, as if he wanted to pull out these dead eyes and smash them, but he couldn't find them, it was just a feeling.
In this messy state of mind, Lan Feng forced himself to calm down. After a few hours, Lan Feng finally calmed down and entered a state of dustlessness and no thoughts.
"Ao...hiss..."
Lan Feng had the healing seeds left by the Taoist Qingyi. One of the parties used the mental method to move the healing seeds, but the medicinal power of the healing seeds melted, slowly moistening the veins all over his body. After a moment, the dragon shadow appeared on his body, singing in a low and deep manner.
Two days later, Lan Feng, who had been sitting cross-legged, frowned and opened his eyes. At this time, through the faint light of inspiration, he could see that he was very energetic and his injuries were completely healed.
At this point, Lan Feng couldn't help but secretly thank the seeds of healing left by Taoist Qingyi for himself, and he recovered in such a short time.
After recovering from his injured body, Lan Feng turned his attention to the wild fist left by the Taoist Qingyi. The wild fist is divided into three styles and three fists, the Honghuang Fist, the wild fist and the wild fist.
According to the words left by Taoist Qingyi, the wild fist originally had five styles and five fists, representing the meaning of the five states in China and the four ancient wastelands outside Zhongzhou.
However, the only thing that is truly recorded is the four styles and four punches, because the fifth style is composed of the first four styles, and the so-called unity is the realm of the great success of the wild fist.
It is said that the fourth style of the Waste Fist was lost in the ancient times. No one has truly achieved the great success of the Waste Fist and reached the level of the five fists being unified.
Therefore, these three styles of the Blade Fist are not a powerful spiritual skill in Zhongzhou, but because it was too terrible in ancient times, the Beiming Heavenly Lord beat the pink fist and killed the powerful demon king.
Every warrior has a little bit of cleverness to obtain such a terrible Huangquan, so everyone treasures the three styles of Huangquan. Although they cannot do anything, they may be able to cultivate into the divine skill by some coincidence.
Taoist Qingyi passed this Huangquan to Lanfeng, but he valued that he was a descendant of Beiming Tianjun, and he might have the meaning of the fourth method of Huangquan.
Lan Feng stood quietly in the faint light of spirit. He evolved the three styles of Huangquan in his sea of consciousness. Lan Feng evolved according to the three styles of Huangquan. At first, he felt that it was difficult and could not be understood.
But suddenly, he became energetic again. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this wild fist seemed familiar, which was very similar to the Tong's Arm Divine Fist left by Sister Yuncai, and the same feeling came from the same source.
After thinking about this, Lan Feng evolved the three styles of Huangquan like the magic fist of the arm. Sure enough, Lan realized the Huangquan. The three fists in the sea of consciousness, the wild and the wild and the wild are rising from the sky, and the wild and vast.
"Boom..."
Lan Feng's momentum, which had been falling in the darkness, suddenly changed. He clenched his big hand into a fist, stretched out and hit him three times. The three auras of the wild fist came out and flew out everywhere, shaking the entire dark world, as if he was about to collapse.
After the darkness calmed down, Lan Feng's eyes opened in a blink of an eye, and a smile appeared on his face, "It is worthy of being the divine skill of the ancient times. Even if there are only three styles, it is also extremely terrifying."
After recovering his wounded body and practicing the three styles of the Waste Fist, Lan Feng walked towards the endless darkness, but he deliberately avoided Shangqing Cave.
The Shangqing Cave Palace had a cold and dangerous smell, confronting the sleeping beauty. Lanfeng felt like he was wandering in the gate of hell and then stepped back. After a moment of fear, Lanfeng was unwilling to step into it again.
Three days later, Lan Feng was not allowed to come to the gate of Shangqing Cave again, because the dark world was not very big. In just three days, he walked around. There was nothing worth studying, or where to go through the darkness.
Now there is only Shangqing Cave, which must be the exit. Lan Feng does not think that the Crime Cage is just such a palm-sized place, and there is no danger.
It was necessary to figure out these murals. Lan Feng took a deep breath, gave himself courage, and then walked into the cave.
Lan Feng stood in front of a mural. The mural was a dragon head, horse body, dragon scales, ox tail, and qilin. The unicorn is in the Jiuzhou Continent and is deeply loved by the masses and symbolizes auspicious meaning. Of course, warriors have never believed in these things. In their eyes, the unicorn is just a powerful monster.
Lin Lin is in the same body and is entangled in the clouds. To be honest, this is related to Qilin's natural magic. The clouds are fog, and the clouds are clouds and clouds move, as if they are ashes or smoke, which is actually an illusion.
Illusion is also a kind of Taoist art. It can be guided by magic weapons, or it can be used to ** this art. Illusion has insufficient attack power, mainly because of its charming eyeballs, which are similar to invisible talismans, but the illusion is much more mysterious.
The unicorn stands on the clouds and mists, hanging on the wall of the hall.
Lan Feng pondered carefully and saw that there were many patterns engraved around the unicorn. The patterns were engraved very deeply. The brush style was strong and powerful. The dragon and the phoenix danced. Looking from a distance, the patterns were like flying phoenixes and dragons, which were mysterious and difficult to understand, but they were beautiful and attractive.
Lan Feng was completely attracted by these marks. He seemed to have seen something or was thinking about something, and his brows frowned slightly. Suddenly, Lan Feng stretched out his hand and touched a mark where it was engraved into a circle. "Bang bang" the palace wall suddenly shook and calmed down.
What's going on? Lan Feng was startled and retreated slightly. (To be continued.)