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Chapter 21 The three-in-one tomb
The unlucky guy who picked Wu Xingxue was the first "immortal envoy" Zhao Qinglai he looked for.
Zhao Qinglai's fingernails in his sleeves are long and sharp like a knife's blade, and he can easily draw a gully when it falls on a stone wall.
He picked Wu Xingxue because the other party looked dignified, thin, and defenseless. The son-in-law didn't even wrap a thick towel to keep out the wind, he hugged the hand warmer with his neck open.
He was about to swipe lightly on that neck, blood spurting out...
With no effort, it's all set!
Zhao Qinglai licked his teeth, and aimed at the side of the neck, and his hand was a—
Clang!
When the voice sounded, Zhao Qinglai didn't react.
The dead are always slower to react. When he realized it was the sound of a long scabbard—
The hand he had drawn towards Wu Xingxue's neck was gone.
With Zhang Kuang’s sword intent, thousands of sharp edges like the unavoidable cold wind in the middle of winter swept across Zhao Qinglai’s body.
His tight thick jacket was torn apart, and the strength to support his body was lost.
Zhao Qinglai's eyes suddenly burst, and he raised his eyes suddenly.
Wu Xingxue had disappeared, and there was another person standing in front of him at this time. Seeing that man was extremely tall, the long sword hit the ground neither lightly nor heavy, he looked down at him while holding the hilt, and said coldly, "Come on."
...
Can't come.
Zhao Qinglai collapsed to the ground in an instant, and the roar changed from hoarse to sharp, like a whistle, resounding through the entire tomb "cave", with a strong sense of unwillingness.
Not only Zhao Qinglai.
Those who pounced on the three Immortal Sect disciples were also cut into pieces by the flying sword intent.
The Immortal Sect disciple stabbed straight with his sword, but it stabbed in the air. Watching the man whose ferocity had soared just a moment ago suddenly collapsed and fell into the pile of rags.
When he was "called" to the Valley of Compassion, he was already cut to pieces, with deep grievances and suffocation, and he was supposed to be a ferocious creature that everyone feared.
But when he rolled to the ground, his body was pale and stiff, covered with scars. The skull turned several times, his eyes were red, and he tried his best to stare...
Everyone couldn't bear to see it.
After all, they were all living people.
The young disciples of the Immortal Sect were still young, and their expressions were the most obvious. They took a few steps back with a pale face. They didn't move with their swords, and they didn't move. Finally, Xiao Fuxuan looked at Xiao Fuxuan at a loss.
Doctor Wusheng is the elder of the fourth hall of the Hua family, and he has seen many similar scenes, but he has not retreated. His doctor was originally "nature", and he still couldn't bear to look at it. Also consciously looked at Xiao Fuxuan.
There are not many rumors about the immortal in the world, because the people who deal with him are the most evil and evil people. He doesn't care about good or bad, he doesn't hear anyone's prayers, and he never shelters anything.
There are few portraits of him, and there are not many statues of gods. Most of them are standing in places like Jiamingzhiye that ordinary people dare not go to.
Others, such as the immortals of Lingtai, have portraits and statues with smiles, and the spring breeze blows the world.
Only him, no matter which god statue, no matter how it looks like, will always have a cold expression without a trace of smile.
It is no wonder that the people do not like to provide for him at home. Because at first glance, the gathering, separation and reunion of ordinary people, the joys and sorrows of life and death, did not make any waves in his eyes.
Just like at this moment, he lowered his eyes, his eyes fell from the long slits, swept over the stumps and skulls on the ground, and swept over those eyes that were unwilling to rest, but there was still no emotion on his face.
After he scanned it, he raised his thin eyelids.
Zhao Qinglai's screams became extremely shrill, and echoed in the "cave" of the tomb, leaving a slightly sad ending.
Xiao Fuxuan turned a deaf ear to the final sound, he gathered his sword intent and put it back into the sheath.
At that moment, almost everyone in the tomb "cave" felt uncomfortable.
It's not about likes and dislikes, it's the kind of discomfort that is too sharp and sharp.
Just like a sword that has slaughtered many things, even if it is washed with blood, wrapped in a jade shell, and lined with the cool and lonely moon, it is still a murderous soldier that no one dares to touch.
Only Wu Xingxue felt different.
Because his fingers were against Xiao Fuxuan's back, when Zhao Qinglai collapsed to the ground and his limbs and skull rolled around, he clearly felt Xiao Fuxuan turned slightly on his side.
It was a very small movement, and Xiaolian Wu Xingxue couldn't react immediately.
It wasn't until his vision of looking at the stump was cut off that he couldn't see the restless eyes, and he realized that Xiao Fuxuan was blocking him, preventing him from seeing those on the ground.
in strangeness.
A demon who kills without blinking, someone blocks his eyes.
After being blocked, Wu Xingxue slowly realized that he really didn't want to see those things.
Perhaps it was Quedu's big dream that changed his mind. When he saw the stumps, he felt uncomfortable, just like he couldn't bear the blood on his hands after killing the genitals.
Wu Xingxue was silent for a moment, then moved against Xiao Fuxuan's finger.
"Xiao Fuxuan."
"Yeah." Xiao Fuxuan replied in a low voice.
Wu Xingxue leaned forward and was about to speak, but saw that Xiao Fuxuan did not wait for the text and turned over.
At that moment, he was a little closer, and his breath almost fell in front of his nose.
Wu Xingxue pursed his lips and stood up after a while.
Xiao Fuxuan said in a low voice, "What's it called?"
Wu Xingxue: "It's nothing, I'll forget it."
Xiao Fuxuan raised a glance, and a sharp pleat was pressed at the end of the thin eye.
Wu Xingxue looked at him and said softly, "Then... Thank you Shangxian?"
"..."
Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu felt like they were going to die after hearing a thank you.
The stumps that collapsed on the ground did not calm down, they were constantly struggling, scratching with sharp fingers, making creaking noises, as if they wanted to piece together and stand up.
The Xianmen disciple heard Han's hair stand upright, rubbed his neck, and rummaged through his body.
"Where's the Qiankun bag? Senior brother, did you bring it? How about some, some..."
Gao E and Zhao Qinglai's eyes were still rolling, looking at the crowd, their mouths opened and closed as if they had something to say. In front of some eyes, a few young disciples were talking about "evil creatures".
"All of them are put into the bag? Can't just leave it alone, or put on a talisman?"
"How can I post it? I don't have many characters!"
The woodcutter still had the whole thing in sight before, so it was enough to put up a talisman to prevent him from causing trouble. The eyes are a mess, and there are limbs everywhere. Even if you want to stick a talisman, you don't know which one to stick.
The little disciple finally turned over the Qiankun bag, and was about to squat, but one of the severed hands grabbed it violently.
"what!!!"
As soon as he jumped up, he drew his sword to get the broken hand away. But I heard a hoarse voice: "Please, please, little master..."
The little disciple wanted to cry without tears, and almost begged to her: "What are you begging for, you go first, let go first."
The sharp nails pierced into his flesh and clenched it extremely tightly: "Please, little master, can't be here, can't be here, there are really two daughters, really..."
The hoarse voice began to whimper.
Listen, everyone recognized that it was Gao E who was talking.
"If you can't be there, you have to find someone to take your place. Those who want to go home..."
"Going home, going home."
She turned around in a state of confusion, her other hand crawling fast on the ground, grabbing a person's ankle as close as possible.
It wasn't any Xianmen disciple who was caught by her, it was Ning Huaishan.
"Hey you—" Yi Wusheng wanted to stop him.
Ning Huaishan's face has been pulled, and there is a flash of fierceness in his expression.
After all, he is the sound of the night city, and he has "touched" the corpse in the sea of corpses, and has no "sex" like the little disciples of Xianmen.
Seeing him squatting with his elbows on his knees, "licking" his fangs, his smile was more terrifying than a murderer: "You're really begging the wrong person, aunty, don't look thin, it's easy to handle, You have a bad temper, if you dare to tear your ankle a little bit,—"
"Please, please, little brother, those two little girls are still waiting. She is very young."
"The man is gone. If she's not there, she won't be alive."
"Shidao, she can't live, she's really too young, I beg you..."
Gao E grabbed his ankle and said.
Doctor Wusheng stepped over and wanted to insert his hand, but saw that Gao E's pointed nails had pierced Ning Huaishan's ankle, and blood was flowing along his protruding bones.
His fingers were already curved, and the blue veins were clearly visible through the pale skin.
He clearly gathered his energy, but he didn't crush the broken hand.
For some reason, he stopped halfway and listened to Gao E's words.
"Just two children, she is life, please."
"What's the use of begging, ma'am?" Ning Huaishan said suddenly, still in a provocative tone, "You are already dead, and you can't go home anymore. Those two of you are also destined to live. You are like that. I've seen, I've seen a lot more—"
He said softly, "Is it useful for someone who my mother asked for in the first place? No."
Doctor Wusheng just heard the sentence and was stunned.
Ning Huaishan squatted, no one could see his expression, his claws-like fingers and the top of his hair.
Doctor Wusheng suddenly remembered that when he saw a little devil decades ago, he was thirteen or fourteen years old, as thin as firewood, and he seemed to have died with a single move.
At that time, he thought to himself: Which family's child has gone astray.
After decades, Xiao Mo is not so thin, but he is still thin. When squatting, there was a group, obviously full of killing intent, but it didn't land.
Perhaps Gao E reminded him of the beginning of the wrong way.
"It's useful, it's useful, there's a way..." Gao E cried relentlessly.
"Heh, what's the way? There's a way for you to break it into pieces? Look at those god statues that you worship all day long. Now that you're crying like this, which goddess will take care of you?" Ning Huaishan said, "You just choose it now, then Teach you a truth, either find a way to live or die, don't beg, don't cry, admit-"
The word "life" was missing, and he was kicked from behind.
It's not heavy, it's just not heavy that annoys him!
Ning Huaishan returned with murderous intent, seeing the face of his city lord.
Ning Huaishan: "..."
What's wrong!
"Too much talk, long-winded. I haven't seen you move for a long time, get up." Wu Xingxue pulled him with his foot.
Ning Huaishan: "..."
"Can't get up, she's leaning on her feet." Ning Huaishan's words were a bit wronged, and he moved away, with his feet still supported for his family's city master to see.
Wu Xingxue looked at the sharp severed hand: "You just said it was useful, it shouldn't be plain and "chaotic", listen, what's the way?"
Gao E immediately shouted: "Find someone to replace it! Just replace it!"
She was almost overjoyed, and her voice was broken: "If you want someone to replace it, you can go back."
Wu Xingxue: "Oh, so sure? Did someone tell you a way?"
The few Immortal Sect disciples were stunned and said yes. Not everyone knows the life talisman. Ordinary people are trapped in the formation and become evil creatures. Most of them are following their original "nature" - they are hungry, so they find something to eat.
Even if the consciousness wants to find a ghost, it should be wandering in the valley, waiting for some unlucky people to come.
A few are special. He knows how to disguise, knows how to find people in Gu, and even knows that Gongxiang can cover up the corpse aura, so that people will not notice that he has changed.
It's not like the instinct of the murderer, but it seems that someone has mentioned it.
Gao E: "Yes! Yes, some..."
Her reaction is not as fast as a living person, and she always repeats a few words.
Everyone immediately said: "Who?"
Gao E said softly: "The gods, the gods told them."
immortal?
Wu Xingxue remembered that Xiao Fuxuan said that Xianyou had many immortals who did not end well. Like Yun Hai, the statues of those immortals were later erected in it, like a huge immortal tomb.
So Gao E's answer is not surprising.
Others didn't listen to Xiao Fuxuan's words, but they were still puzzled: "How did the immortal tell you, and how did you know that he is an immortal? Have you met?"
"No, it's not." Gao E said, "It's a dream, and a fairy gave it to a dream."
The stumps on the ground were obedient and moved in a riotous manner. Zhao Qinglai echoed him and said, "Yes, yes, it's a dream."
He talked a lot, and everyone knew about it—
Several people were summoned to the Valley of Compassion, as if they were sleepwalking.
When everything happened, he didn't know, thought he was having a bizarre dream.
In the dream, he was in a fairy temple, sitting cross-legged on the altars on both sides of the fairy temple, holding an incense burner in his hand, just like a real fairy envoy.
He followed the other immortals to recite the scriptures, and suddenly saw a tall shadow walk in across the threshold, and said to him: A few mortal ties are not broken, the obstacles are unclear, and for the time being, they will not be immortals. have to trouble him to invite someone else.
When his replacement comes, he will be able to go home.
When he woke up, he found himself enclosed in a statue of a virgin.
The panic at that moment is unforgettable.
"What does the immortal look like?" Doctor Wusheng said.
Second, Gao E couldn't speak at all, as if he had been silenced and restrained.
The more the ban, the more curious people are.
He didn't come for a reason, so he gave up and said, "Then did he ever say, what kind of replacement did he ask you to look for?"
Because of common sense, it is simple for a few people to find someone to replace them, and to find a few widows, old and young in the outskirts. He also echoed what the immortal said, "The fate of the dust is broken", why bother to take the risk to go to Xianmen?
"I said, he said that everything in the temple is ready, but there is a lack of immortal energy in the south, east, and northwest."
He expected that the immortal energy should refer to the people in the immortal gate. He was a few ordinary people, and he didn't dare to find a big disciple or some powerful person. After thinking about it, the easiest thing was the kind of young disciple who had just started.
Speaking of which, his luck was not bad. Most of the people who had come to Xianmen went to Xianmen for help, and he was not abrupt.
Second, Canglang Northern Territory has collapsed, and most of the powerful people from the nearby Immortal Sect have not returned, or have just returned, and they can't care. Only let him catch three little disciples.
The Immortal Sect disciple wondered: "Isn't that one less?"
Gao E hesitated and said, "How many are you able to deceive? If you can't, then... just look for opportunities later."
"..."
The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, and his face turned green.
Doctor Wusheng's expression was also a bit complicated. He glanced at Wu Xingxue, looked at Zhao Qinglai, and said, "Then why did you choose him... Why did you choose Cheng Gongzi?"
It was said that they were looking for someone with immortal energy. Apart from the three little disciples, there were at least two who could be picked. One is Xiao Fuxuan, and the other is Yi Wusheng himself.
Even if Xiao Fuxuan is not easy to approach at first sight, isn't it still him, he has a little remnant soul left, and if he really fights, maybe he can't compare to the three little disciples.
That Zhao Qinglai also had a unique vision, but he skipped over him and picked the most devilish one.
Yi Wusheng originally sighed casually, but Zhao Qinglai grumbled and replied, "Among those with immortal energy, he seems to be the best to deal with."
Doctor Wusheng: "..."
In what people? ? ?
At that moment, Yi Wusheng felt that he was either deaf or Zhao Qing was blind.
When Gao E said something, everyone gradually became clear.
No wonder there are enough 33 "boys" and "virgins" statues, but the tomb "cave" looks quiet and doesn't look like a formation. It turned out that it was because of the wrong people, and there were still four immortals in the south, east, and northwest.
"So, is that life talisman really useful? Can it revive the idol?" The little disciple of Xianmen looked at Yi Wusheng, "otherwise, what is the immortal doing seriously?"
"..." Even Yi Wusheng couldn't answer.
"It's useless." Xiao Fuxuan's voice suddenly sounded.
Wu Xingxue turned to look at him, and saw the life talisman posted on the statue of the virgin child between his fingers, and said, "The talisman is rare among the people, but it is everywhere in the immortal capital."
The implication is obvious, which immortal from Xiandu resurrected himself with something?
"Isn't that because some folks don't understand, what did they do?" The little disciple guessed.
Xiao Fuxuan moved his lips, but he didn't make a sound. The younger disciple shook it repeatedly, denying it himself: "No, no, no, no ignorant folks come to the Valley of Compassion to plant a 'chaos' in the evil sect, are you crazy?"
"Why is the life talisman sticking?"
"Yeah, the talisman fell off with a gentle lift, and the statues of virgins and virgins were also broken several times..."
He grunted.
After saying it was broken, Wu Xingxue saw Xiao Fuxuan frown slightly, and used the tip of his sword to flick the broken pottery on the ground.
Wu Xingxue followed, and saw that the virgin statue pretending to be Gao E was full of scratches and bloodstains.
He stared at the bloodstain for a while, and suddenly realized something was wrong.
After Gao E turned fierce, those fingernails were as sharp as knives, almost cutting iron like mud, and falling on the stone walls were all ravines, but they couldn't catch the pottery statue of a boy and a virgin? Caught a mess inside?
Besides, these civil affairs are also recent events. The statues of the virgins seem to be some years old, maybe the same time as the statues in the tomb "cave".
What were the statues of virgins placed in the tomb "cave" before the common people put on the talisman?
Xiao Fuxuan suddenly picked up the tip of his sword, and the fragments fell into his hands.
Wu Xingxue took a look and saw that there were blood marks crisscrossed on the fragments, and there seemed to be a small mark, because it was completely destroyed, it could not be seen at all.
"Yes?" Wu Xingxue said.
"I can't see clearly." Xiao Fuxuan paused and said, "Mostly it's for printing."
"For printing?" Wu Xingxue had never heard of it before, "What's the use?"
Xiao Fuxuan: "Collect incense for offering."
Wu Xingxue smiled: "Shangxian, do you understand?"
Xiao Fuxuan: "..."
He may seldom explain the details to people in detail, and Wu Xingxue smiled and said silently: "In the past, there were all immortals in the immortals, in order to receive the incense offerings from various immortal temples in the world, he left a memorial on the statue of the god. ."
Wu Xingxue remembered what he said about Yun Hao before, and in the end it was because there was no incense that he was abolished from the immortal position and returned to the human world.
"Well, to all the gods, incense offerings are like food to the common people. Can't live without it?" Wu Xingxue said.
Xiao Fuxuan corrected: "Almost everything."
Wu Xingxue: "Are there any exceptions?"
Xiao Fuxuan: "Yes."
Wu Xingxue: "For example?"
Xiao Fuxuan: "..."
Wu Xingxue made a soft "ah" sound, but he understood. He was summoned to become an immortal, and he did not belong to the twelve immortals of Lingtai. The master is in charge of punishment and pardon, and it has nothing to do with the people of the world. Exceptions are normal.
He didn't have much, and said, "What is the purpose of leaving the offering seal on the statue of the virgin and the virgin? The tomb's 'cave' is submerged in the ground, and no one comes to worship, so whose incense will be collected?"
Wu Xingxue said, suddenly thinking of the ever-bright lantern that was quietly burning on the stone wall, and suddenly felt that the person who opened a tomb "cave" and put the statue of a boy and a girl didn't really want to collect incense, just like an ever-bright lantern, A silent companion.
Gao E's tattered clothes still had several bundles of undamaged tribute incense, Wu Xingxue bent down and smoked three sticks, took an oil lamp on the stone wall and lit it, twisting the incense stick and burning it beside the broken pottery. a child.
I saw that the thin curling smoke suddenly dissipated in a certain direction.
"What's wrong with the smoke?" The Xianmen disciple looked over, reached out and beckoned, "There is no wind in the cave now."
"Could it be pointing?"
Everyone looked at each other and immediately followed Qing Yan.
He passed through countless holes along the way, and found nearly twenty statues of virgins and virgins, each of which was opened, and there were corpses of tragic deaths. It has scratched and struggled in it, so the bloodstains in the pottery statue are intertwined and messed up.
Xiao Fuxuan picked a piece of each, and the bloodstains on the pieces were the offering seals that were scratched.
After I don't know how long it took, Yi Wusheng mumbled, "I'm afraid I've already walked through the Valley of Great Compassion...?"
Before he finished speaking, he followed Qing Yan to turn a fork in the road and entered a huge round room, and Yi Wusheng was suddenly speechless——
Because the round room was filled with tall statues of gods.
The discussion of the few Immortal Sect disciples came to an abrupt end, and they gasped.
He has entered the ordinary fairy temple, and the statues inside are not that high. There are also statues of gods at the entrances of some towns and the entrances of Jindu, but they are very high, but there are not many.
Most of them were carved on wooden pillars and stone pillars, and it was the first time he saw the scenes of decent giant statues.
The lingering sense of oppression made him silent, and he didn't even dare to look at it.
He still couldn't help looking at it.
"These statues are the same as the one outside the tomb's cave... I don't know any of them." The disciple of Xianmen was shocked, "I have never seen so many strange statues gathered together."
"Senior, what about you? Do you know me?"
Yi Wusheng shook his head. He raised his face and swept his eyes one by one. After a long time, he said, "I don't know each other."
As soon as Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu entered the place, they felt that they could spit him out for three lifetimes.
His face turned pale, and his throat rolled, but he heard his own city lord whisper: "You want to vomit too?"
Ning Huaishan pressed her lips together, swallowing the feeling of turning the river into the sea, and said after a while, "Shouldn't I vomit?"
Fang Chu leaned over Ning Huai's shoulders and bent over. After holding it for a long time, my eyes turned green, and I turned to Wu Xingxue: "The city owner... I thought about it before, why don't you react to the idol at all?"
He wanted to vomit, fearing that he would be disrespectful to the city lord, so he quickly buried it on Ning Huai's shoulder.
Ning Huaishan warned: "You have to dare to vomit, and you will never stop with you. Seriously."
Wu Xingxue's face was frank: "I don't know why there is no response."
Ning Huaishan looked at him with a green face, and said "oh" for a long time, and said yes, the city owner doesn't remember anything, and he probably forgot why he knew why, vomit—
"Hold".
The two of them couldn't do it, they waved their hands and rolled back.
Liu Wu Xingxue was puzzled.
He was puzzled by Xiao Fuxuan: "You said earlier that there is not only Yun Hao an immortal who can't die in a good way, presumably all the statues?"
Xiao Fuxuan was looking at the statues.
There was no unexpected "color" on his face, but he swept over everything without landing. It was as if... he knew who was there, but he was still looking for something.
After reading everything, he narrowed his eyes and replied calmly, "Well, both."
That's weird.
Wu Xingxue murmured in his heart - if they were all beaten back to the world like Yun Hao, the people carved by the gods would not be immortals long ago.
Neither immortal, forgotten by the world. Then these stone statues shouldn't have any influence on Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu.
After all, when he saw the statue of Yun Hai before, he didn't react much.
He was about to speak when a young disciple exclaimed, "There are characters on the altar."
Wu Xingxue looked down, and the altars on the feet of the statues were indeed engraved.
"Sang Feng, the palm of your hand can't move the mountain."
"Or song, palm Xuechi."
"Meng Gu, Zhang Jingguan."
...
Wu Xingxue passed through the statues and swept the words on the altar. There are taboos of every immortal on it, as well as the place where he once ruled.
For a moment, he stopped in the group portrait, and felt that the immortals who did not end well seemed not so unfamiliar.
It's as if... he once saw some faces chatting and laughing, but he never saw them again.
"There's a seal on the back!" someone shouted.
Wu Xingxue was stunned and looked over. There are marks on the backs of the two statues near him, and their positions are symmetrical to the taboos and palms in front. Wu Xingxue bent over and scanned it with an oil lamp, and found that the mark corresponded to that in the statue of a boy and a virgin.
"It's really worshipping some gods." Wu Xingxue whispered to himself, and he counted one, and found that there were no more or less, and there happened to be thirty-three statues, which were all the same as the number of the statues of the boy and the virgin.
It's like the person who built the immortal tomb in the beginning hoped that even if he was not an immortal, he would still be accompanied by someone and not be lonely and lonely.
But thinking about it like this, the people who were summoned by the order couldn't make sense.
Why did he stuff himself into the statue of a boy and a virgin, and why was the seal inside it torn? It's as if... those offerings didn't have a calming effect, but instead made something agitated and annoyed.
There are not many oil lamps in the round room, and the deeper you go, the darker it becomes.
Wu Xingxue looked vaguely, the statues of the gods were exhausted, and there seemed to be something. The outline is hidden in the shadows, very blurred, and a cornice can be seen.
pavilion?
Yaotai?
He consciously thought about what Xiandu might have, the former residence of those immortals. After all, the same is true of folk cemeteries, and some things like houses are built in the tomb.
Wu Xingxue held the oil lamp and walked towards it, wanting to take a look.
As a result, as soon as he lifted his foot, he was grabbed by the wrist and pulled back.
"Don't go forward."
Xiao Fuxuan pressed his shoulder, and a low voice sounded in his ear.
"how?"
"There is an array."
"Array?"
"Well." Xiao Fuxuan said, "I just saw that the thirty-three statues are not standing randomly, but are arranged in a formation."
When his voice fell, screams and exclamations rang out in the round room: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"
The voice was hoarse and shrill, there were men and women, and it was Gao E's voice.
Wu Xingxue took a closer look and saw that the stumps and the broken arms seemed to be attracted by something, and quickly crawled towards the darkness in front of them, and then struggled and screamed. The bloody smell dissipated for a while.
Wu Xingxue could almost see blood droplets splashing straight over.
His wrist was grabbed, and he had to squint. However, he felt light on his shoulders, and Xiao Fuxuan's slender hand was placed in front of the tip of his nose with an inch apart, resisting the splattered blood.
Xiao Fuxuan withdrew his hand, coldly shook off the blood beads, and threw an oil lamp into the darkness.
In an instant, an open fire burned in the dark "boom", the fire was white and blue, and it could reach the top.
Gao E was scalded by the fire, and screamed to wake up, Susu retreated, and did not burrow into the darkness.
Ignoring Sven, Doctor Wusheng loudly overcame his shriek, "What are you running to there!"
"sound."
"I heard the voice of the gods."
Gao E said.
That "immortal" who asked him to dream and said that the east, west, and northwest still lack a little fairy energy?
Wu Xingxue squinted and looked through the bright blue flame. When the fire slowly faded, he finally saw what was in the darkness——
It was a pavilion carved out of cold stone.
The fairy temple that is very used for worship, like someone's residence, has a couch, a screen, a stone fence and a flying corridor, just like a certain Yao palace in Xiandu. Word.
The prophecy can't be read clearly, there is a plaque on the Yao Palace, and there should be characters on the plaque, but it was chiseled for some reason. There was a corner of the plaque left, and the rest fell to the ground, and the word "wind" could be vaguely seen.
...Sit in the spring breeze?
"Sit in the spring breeze."
When those three words flashed in Wu Xingxue's mind, Xiao Fuxuan also spoke so deeply that he couldn't tell who was first.
"Where is it?" Wu Xingxue quietly looked at the high platform and the cornice.
Xiao Fuxuan was silent for a long time and said, "Abolish Xiantai."
Wu Xingxue gave a soft "Oh".
Presumably those deposed gods once stood on the high platform full of prophecies. How could a place that was a waste of immortals take the word "sitting in the spring breeze", it really... flatly failed the spring breeze.
Abandoned Xiantai is being cultivated in it, which means that it is obvious, and it is used to warn someone at first sight.
Wu Xingxue thought that there were thirty-three gods in the round room, and in comparison, it seemed that the solitary image of Yunhe was out of place.
Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu reacted greatly to the thirty-three statues, and they felt uncomfortable. Presumably, some of the statues had some immortal power, which should have been formed by the statues of boys and girls for a long time.
The two of them did not respond to the image of Yun Hai, indicating that Yun Hai was truly immortal.
From this point of view, it is self-evident who Abandoned Sendai is warning.
Wu Xingxue remembered what Xiao Fuxuan said, that Yun Hai was swallowed by the demon and died in the Valley of Compassion. Attracting Huaxin with his sword, he slaughtered all the demons in the Valley of Compassion. Later, he built a cemetery and offered the statue of Yunhao, and later offered other gods.
He had wondered a bit before, since the master and the apprentice are deeply in love, and since they want to worship the dead lover, why is the tomb "cave" sinking in the ground, so that mortals are not allowed to approach?
Now that I think about it... I'm afraid it's not a simple offering.
The flame of that bright blue "color" is always burning, like a barrier, between the crowd and the abandoned Immortal Terrace.
In the light of the fire, that Abandoned Immortal Terrace was like a tomb, pressing down on the contents of the tomb.
Judging from the smashed plaque, the grave had been moved.
The fire was too bright, and the bright and flickering light was reflected on the thirty-three huge statues, and reflected in his half-drooping eyes. At first glance, it seemed that the light in his eyes had moved.
"Senior brother... why do you think that god statue is looking at us?"
"Did you think too much? The statue seems to be more sideways than before."
"It's lit by fire."
The feet of the thirty-three statues, there seems to be a faint light appearing between the slate and ravines, like cloth's formation faintly flowing.
"Xiao Fuxuan." Wu Xingxue said sideways: "You said that some gods are like a formation, what does the formation do?"
Xiao Fuxuan looked at the faint light crisscrossing the ground and said, "Suppress the demons, or suppress the remnant souls."
He was silent for a moment and said, "It will never see the sun."