Zhu Lian's cultivation has reached the late stage of the camp, and flying in the air is no longer a problem. Bai Yunsheng and others still have to step on Zongyun to barely keep up.
After crossing countless plank roads and turning dozens of bends, several young people could no longer remember the east, west, north, and west. This intricate underground world was once again vividly and magnificently displayed in his eyes.
Without anyone to lead the way, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out even if I die.
Tomb of weapons.
The Tianji Gate is an absolutely forbidden area. Even the head of the Gongshu Family, Gongshu Wei, is not allowed to enter or leave at will.
Nowadays, this place only belongs to one person, the world's best weapon refining master, the "Weapon Demon" Gong Shu Kuang.
Stepping into the tomb of the tomb, the ground in front of you is filled with dark weapons. Swords, guns, swords, sticks, axes, whips, halberds and maces. One by one, they all stand lifelessly, giving people a sense of sorrow and sadness.
sense of oppression.
This is the cemetery of weapons.
Not far from the cemetery, there is a dark green stone door. The stone door is covered with dark gray moss and looks like it has not been opened for a long time.
Zhu Lian looked at these "dead" weapons and felt a sense of reverence from the bottom of his heart. He turned around and said, "That's it. I'm going back. If you want to leave, use the flamingo to send a message."
After saying that, he threw a red paper crane to Xiang Wujian and flew away.
Murong Chen walked to him and asked, "Brother Xiang, what should I do?"
"What else can I do? Just shout!"
After Bai Yunsheng finished speaking, he actually shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Senior Gongshu! Senior!"
"..."
The four Xiang Wujian were speechless again. Fortunately, there were only five of them here.
Xiang Wujian stretched out his hand and said, "Yunsheng, bring the things."
Bai Yunsheng stopped speaking, turned around without hesitation, and handed him the white scroll.
Mu Chengxue was slightly startled and recognized that it was something painted with blue dragon scales and red bird feathers.
Just listen to Xiang Wujian's loud voice: "Senior Gongshu, I have a painting here that I would like you to appreciate. I hope senior can show up and meet me!"
After saying that, he wrapped the scroll with his karma and threw it hard. The scroll flew past the weapons tomb and towards the stone gate. When he arrived at the stone gate, he paused for a moment. A golden light flashed through the door and the small scroll disappeared.
"Brother, will Senior Gongshu meet us?"
Bai Yunsheng's words were quite distressed.
Those were Vermillion Bird Feathers and Blue Dragon Scales! They were just thrown away, and I don’t know if they can come back.
Xiang Wujian said confidently: "Don't worry, I will definitely do it!"
"I hope so!"
Murong Chen then asked in confusion: "Bai Yunsheng, what is in that painting?"
Bai Yunsheng said "deeply": "It's my heart and blood!"
Sure enough, as Xiang Wujian expected, they only waited less than a quarter of an hour before a miracle happened. The dark green stone door that had been silent for two hundred years slowly opened, and a misty voice flew out of the cave:
"Come in."
Everyone couldn't wait to take steps forward, but as soon as they entered the weapons tomb, they suddenly felt the evil spirit rising.
Xiang Wujian and Yi Fengxiao walked through the Weapons Tomb on foot. These more than a hundred steps were like walking through an ancient battlefield.
From those gray weapons, there were bursts of fighting, the flash of swords and the shadow of swords, and the blood flowed like a river, which seemed to be in front of your eyes and in the horizon, rushing into your heart, shaking your limbs and bones. If you are not careful, these evil spirits may enter the mind and disrupt your mind.
Along the way, Murong Chen held on to Xiang Wujian's sleeves and swallowed the fragrance one by one.
In contrast, Mu Chengxue remained indifferent. She cast the spell to return to heaven for a moment, and a faint white light appeared on her snow-white dress, and the blood and fighting disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The one with the best demeanor among the five was Bai Yunsheng. He walked in a comfortable and natural manner, as if he was visiting his own back garden. He even touched the broken weapons and broken weapons that he liked, completely unaware of the dangers of this place.
.
"abnormal!"
Murong Chen spat in fear, Bai Yunsheng made a face at her and returned to Mu Chengxue.
There is a short passage behind the stone gate. After entering and turning two corners, a few people entered another world in a dark way. But at the second bend, just a bend away, the temperature suddenly became two extremes.
In an instant, the scalding heat hit the ground unexpectedly.
In front of me, the gray rocks were dotted with dark red spots, floating darkly, like a face full of scars, which made people unbearable to look at.
Hot magma gushes out from the cracks, and the golden heat slowly rises, illustrating the dark red wall not far away.
The golden magma flowed down from the wall, leaving golden cracks that covered the entire grotto. The rocks on the four walls were roasted red, like a group of overripe ducks, steaming "zizi".
Bai Yunsheng didn't care. During the two years of practicing in Qishafeng's Fire God Stream, he had adapted to the temperature of the Netherworld Fire. This high temperature was still far behind.
Xiang Wujian, Yi Fengxiao and Murong Chen had their karma circulate throughout their bodies and quickly adapted to it.
Only Mu Chengxue stumbled and almost fell.
Bai Yunsheng hurriedly stepped over and hugged her soft waist.
"Xue'er, what's wrong?"
Bai Yunsheng frowned, his eyes full of concern.
Mu Chengxue's face was as pale as paper, and she shook her head with difficulty, her bright eyebrows as cold as the moon furrowed, and she said weakly: "The fire here..."
These sickly words were only spoken in four weak words, and Bai Yunsheng's worried soul was instantly wiped away.
He hurriedly found the Jiuli Jade and put it in Mu Chengxue's hand. Wisps of red air flowed from Mu Chengxue's body into the jade. After a while, Mu Chengxue's withered and white face regained some vitality.
Bai Yunsheng held Mu Chengxue's waist, slowly helped her up, and said softly: "Are you feeling better?"
His gentle eyes were warmer than the melting sunshine.
Mu Chengxue's pretty face turned bright red, she nodded lightly and said nothing.
Bai Yunsheng's hand was still pressed tightly on her waist, like a hot and comfortable fire. Mu Chengxue suddenly felt something strange in her heart.
Bai Yunsheng came to his senses, a bit of embarrassment flashed in his eyes. Just now he truly felt the amazing elasticity of Mu Chengxue's soft and slender waist, and he lost his composure for a moment.
But his sweaty hands still held Mu Chengxue and did not let go, until Murong Chen came over, slapped Bai Yunsheng's hand away, and took Mu Chengxue's hand.
Bai Yunsheng was still immersed in the beauty of silence when he was suddenly interrupted and said angrily: "Hey! Sister Savage, are you seeking revenge?"
"goat!"
Murong Chen rolled his eyes, ignored him, and pulled Mu Chengxue, whose face was filled with neon lights, to the side.
It turns out that the snow on the icebergs will also bloom.
Only when the ice and snow bloomed, Bai Yunsheng would be in a trance, sighing secretly that all the colorful flowers he had seen in his life were nothing more than this.
Seeing that Mu Chengxue was fine, Xiang Wujian became excited again and said, "Let's go inside and have a look."
Bai Yunsheng just lost his mind and ran out alone. But after taking a few steps, he froze there, motionless. It was as if he suddenly fell into a glacier and was frozen into an ice sculpture.
He was literally frozen into an "ice sculpture".
Xiang Wujian and the four others followed and were instantly "frozen" in place.
Separated by a wall, there is a completely different world in front of you. If the outside is the ultimate of fire, then the inside is the ultimate of ice.
The ground is covered with hoarfrost, ice and snow reach into the sky, and the bone-chilling cold air roars in the spacious cave sky. Bundles of sharp crystals hang from the sky and the ground, illuminating the ice cave gleamingly.
Just after leaving the sea of fire, we entered the ice cave again.
Xiang Wujian, Yi Fengxiao and Murong Chen were shivering, their karma tightly guarding their hearts against the biting cold.
Only Bai Yunsheng and Mu Chengxue did not have these abnormalities. The Huitian Curse was originally a water-vein martial art, and Mu Chengxue could withstand the cold with just a little luck.
Bai Yunsheng, on the other hand, was even more unconscious. After being slightly shocked, he directly shook away the frost on his body, and he actually saw the severe cold as nothing with just his physical body.
After regaining their composure, the five people slowly went deep into the ice cave. Only then did Bai Yunsheng realize that there were weapons frozen in the ice cubes protruding diagonally from the ice surface, as if they were corpses lying in crystal coffins.
Remain as you were before death.
This is actually also a weapons tomb!
Bai Yunsheng looked around and was surprised to find that these weapons were all bowing in the same direction as if they were conscious.
That is the deepest part of the ice cave. Only by looking closely can you see a house covered in ice and snow.
Suddenly, a beam of golden light flew out of the igloo and hit several people.
There was a white scroll in the golden light. Bai Yunsheng jumped up high and grabbed the scroll with one hand.
Then, the voice coming from the igloo was tough and a little sick: "Take this thing back."
Xiang Wujian panicked all of a sudden. Now that Jindu has come in, he must not give up easily.
He didn't care about the coldness of his body, he knelt directly on the frosty ground, bowed his head and begged: "Senior Gongshu, junior Ganshan Xiang Wujian really have something important to ask of me!"
This sentence seemed to make the old man change his attention.