Zhu Xiaoyao raised her eyebrows, and her eyes shone with a strange light: "Only hot spring water can make moss grow. Moss does not exist in the extremely harsh wilderness."
Behind the rock wall is a hot spring. If you cut through the rock wall rashly, it will inevitably lead to a raging undercurrent. Since the hot spring is man-made, there must be a passage in and out.
The two focused their attention on the rock paintings again, standing and lying down to analyze the rock paintings from different angles.
This is a very mentally demanding thing. The two of them observed it all night, but still found nothing.
Suddenly there was a slight noise above their heads. The two looked at each other, performed the Gecko Wall Walking Skill, and pressed their bodies against the rock wall.
A figure seemed to be shaking at the entrance of the cave. Although the appearance was short-lived, the smooth head still allowed the two to recognize each other.
Dawa, the cunning fox-like Dawa was still at the entrance of the cave. The two looked at each other and used the sound transmission method to have a simple conversation.
"Brother Qiang, Dawa must want to see if we are dead."
"You're right, we'd better make him give up."
The two of them held their breaths and made no sound. Time passed quietly until the sound of footsteps trampling on broken snow was heard above their heads.
The sound gradually faded away until it finally dissipated. The two of them fell from the bottom of the rock wall to the ground, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, the sky was already bright, and the strong sunlight from the snowy field came in from the entrance of the cave and shone on the rock wall.
The white Tara holding a golden vase in the center undergoes strange changes under the sunlight.
An eye suddenly appeared in the center of the golden level. This eye was drawn vividly and exuded an aura of agility.
Fang Wenqiang stretched out his hand and touched a protruding button in the center of his eye. His arm focused on his skills, and he only heard a "squeaking" sound, and a crack opened in the center of the rock wall.
The dull sound seemed to come through a long time tunnel, and the ancient and distant sound made people's hearts tremble.
The rock wall slowly opened, and a tunnel appeared in front of the two of them.
"Hoo! Hoo!" Flames suddenly burst into flames in the dark corridor, and the lights illuminated the corridor in all its splendor.
Both sides of the corridor are covered with exquisite golden murals, which are even more brilliant under the lights. Strolling along, feeling the magnificent art, the two of them felt as if they were walking in the world's top art palace.
Not to mention anything else, these exquisite murals alone are enough to shock the world. They are treasures left over from the mysterious country on the snow-covered plateau thousands of years ago.
At the end of the corridor is a circular stone room.
The stone chamber is 200 square meters, with three sculptures at the end.
On both sides are warriors carved from luxurious sandalwood, lifelike. Even after a thousand years, the heroic aura between their brows is still compelling.
In the center of the warriors is a tall king. He is sitting on the throne, his eyes lowered, as if he is deep in thought.
This king caught the attention of the two people. The king's hair, bones, and muscles were all fundamentally different from the wooden warriors. He didn't look like a zombie, but more like a sleeping person.
Zhu Xiaoyao stretched out his hand and touched the warrior next to the king.
"Bang!" The warrior suddenly exploded, and countless poisonous fires spurted out from its body.
The distance was so close that Zhu Xiaoyao had no time to dodge. She kicked her heels violently and her whole body fell flat and flew backwards.
At the critical moment, Fang Wenqiang's adaptability saved Zhu Xiaoyao. He spun his body and smashed out his military backpack, blocking most of the poisonous smoke. With a sharp sweep of his foot, he kicked the wooden warrior away and hit the opposite wall.
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"Hiss!", the sound cut through the air like a hacksaw, seeming to tear the entire space apart.
The body of a warrior on the right exploded, and dozens of blue steel needles flew out of his body, shooting at Fang Wenqiang.
After many battles, rigorous training once again played a role at a critical moment.
Fang Wenqiang stood up with a leap, drew his sword with his backhand, and the dense knife net knocked down most of the hidden weapons. Zhu Xiaoyao got up slowly, and rushed forward with her sword, knocking the rest of the hidden weapons away.
Before the two of them could catch their breath, a mighty murderous aura overwhelmed the sky, like Mount Tai weighing on top of them.
The sleeping king in the center suddenly opened his eyes and punched the two of them.
Dust was flying, Gang Qi was stirring, and the entire secret room was shaking violently.
This punching force was really terrifying, and the two of them had never seen such a terrifying attack in their lives.
With one punch, Fang Wenqiang's steel knife was knocked off with just one punch. Zhu Xiaoyao became unsteady, staggered twice and fell to the ground.
The king stood up slowly, his eyes as bright as a blazing torch.
Zhu Xiaoyao and Fang Wenqiang were shocked. Who would have thought that in this dark underground, a zombie-like silent Goba would attack them. This was simply more terrifying than a thriller.
It completely goes against the common sense of human physiology. How did this king-like man spend his dark years?
"Who are you?" This Goba man actually spoke. His deep voice shocked the two of them.
According to ancient legend, some secret techniques can retain part of the energy of a corpse, giving the corpse some abilities similar to those of a living person. Can the Goba man in front of him speak? This is simply a miraculous skill. Is he a human or a semi-human being?
A living corpse?
Fang Wenqiang is known as the Phoenix of Hell. He has experienced countless cruel battles. Every time he returns from hell, he will be stronger than before. He quickly calmed down, looked at the Goba man steadily and asked: "Are you again?
who?"
The Goba man's expression became confused, and he murmured to himself: "Who am I? Who am I?"
Suddenly, the Goba man looked up to the sky and laughed: "Haha, I remembered, I am Tsering Nyima, the king of the Goba people, and I have been here for a long time."
"How could you be here?" Fang Wenqiang asked.
"Of course it's to wait." Tsering Nyima glanced at the two of them, his eyes were majestic with a bit of arrogance, and his hand slowly stretched out: "Bring it here!"
"What to take?" Both of them were confused.
Tsering Nyima smiled coldly: "It seems that you are not the ones I want to wait for. Since I can't get the key to the forbidden area, I have no choice but to send you away."
The last word "go" was like the ringing of a yellow bell, and Tsering Nyima was like a galloping horse, rushing towards Fang Wenqiang.
Fang Wenqiang snatched it away deftly, and Tsering Nyima picked up the iron sword in the hand of the wooden warrior and swiped it towards Fang Wenqiang's abdomen.
Zhu Xiaoyao rushed forward with all his might and slashed down with the Tang knife in his hand.
The gold and iron burst out with a roar, and the entire stone room was shaking. Under the huge earthquake, Zhu Xiaoyao's tiger's mouth burst open, bleeding continued, and his whole body was knocked to the ground by the invisible force.
Tsering Nyima was unyielding when he gained the upper hand. He charged forward again and stepped on Zhu Xiaoyao with his big foot.
"Ah---" Fang Wenqiang roared in mid-air, and the three-edged military thorn stabbed Tsering Nyima's Jade Pillow Point.
Tsering Nyima squatted down, turned around and punched.
This punch was powerful and heavy, like thunder, so fast that people couldn't parry it.
The fist hit Fang Wenqiang's arm, making a dull sound, and Fang Wenqiang's body flew upside down involuntarily.
Tsering Nyima turned around and kicked out, attacking Fang Wenqiang's lower body.
Fang Wenqiang remained calm in the face of danger, turned his military spear upside down, and stabbed Tsering Nyima on the sole of his foot.
Tsering Nyima's iron sword struck out, and the two collided head-on again. At the critical moment of life and death, both of them used their full strength.
"Bang!" Fang Wenqiang's military spike struck Tsering Nyima's wrist, causing the opponent's iron sword to fall to the ground.
In this attack, Fang Wenqiang's victory was due to his skill, but Tsering Nyima's power was astonishing, and the military thorn in Fang Wenqiang's hand was still shaken and fell off.
The atmosphere became solemn, and Tsering Nyima glanced sideways at the iron sword behind him, seeming to consider whether to pick up the weapon.
This man is born with divine power and must be stopped.
Fang Wenqiang suddenly rushed towards Tsering Nyima, and he and the opponent started a fist fight.
The shadows of fists were everywhere, and the dull sound was heart-stopping. The two men's attacks were too fast. Zhu Xiaoyao on the side was holding a Tang sword and didn't know how to start.
"Bang!" Fang Wenqiang kicked Tsering Nyima in the abdomen. The strong Tsering Nyima only retreated slightly, but it gave Zhu Xiaoyao a chance to sneak attack.
The Tang sword is like a sky-shattering rainbow, drawing an incomparably bright light in the sky.
This is a deadly knife, with the determination and strength to never return.
Tsering Nyima still had some strength left, so Zhu Xiaoyao shouldn’t have made this move.
Fang Wenqiang remembered something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body rolled on the spot.
Tsering Nyima's hands suddenly shot out, and a dark golden light shone on his palms, directly holding Zhu Xiaoyao's Tang Dao in his hand.
With an earth-shattering roar, Tsering Nyima suddenly turned around in the air and launched a series of kicks. The target was Zhu Xiaoyao's chest.