Chapter 112 Mysterious Portrait
Liang Yan followed the others out of the secret passage and saw a room dozens of feet in size.
This room is empty and has no decorations. If there is any difference, there are many incomprehensible Dao patterns carved on the walls.
But now everyone's eyes are not on these Dao lines, because not far away, there are three figures with their backs to them, bowing their heads and kneeling on the ground.
At this moment, three living people actually appeared. This was something Yun Xuzi and the others could not have imagined.
Liang Yan was also horrified. He looked up and saw that what these three people were kneeling on was a portrait hanging on the opposite wall. There seemed to be an old man in the portrait, holding a long sword upside down in his right hand and holding his left hand behind his back.
No matter how hard Liang Yan looked, he couldn't clearly see the facial features of the person in the portrait.
This feeling is really weird, as if this person is clearly standing in front of you, but you can't see his face clearly, and even your memory is blurred afterwards.
Liang Yan shook his head and looked away from the portrait.
I saw an altar table under the portrait, with three sandalwood sticks curling up on it, and a candle at each end of the left and right, which was emitting a dim light. I thought that the little light I saw in the secret passage just now was right. It's from here.
It's just that these incense candles have been burning here for who knows how many years, and they still don't seem to be burned out at all. They are obviously not extraordinary objects.
Qin Yuan and other foundation-building monks also looked at the three people with their backs turned to them in surprise. For a moment, they didn't know how to speak, and they all stayed silent.
Only the smiling monk had a strange look on his face, his eyes fixed on the back of one of them, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Everyone was silent for a long time, but Li Zheng was the first to break the silence. He fisted the three people who had their backs to them. Regardless of whether they saw it or not, he said directly:
"Ahem Hey, we are the sect masters of the Six Sects of the State of Zhao. I am the sick scholar Li Zheng. I don’t know what the names of these three Taoist friends are, and when did they come here?”
As soon as these words came out, everyone was waiting attentively, secretly placing their hands near the storage ring, just waiting to see how the three people would react.
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the three people remained motionless, as if they had not heard anything. They still knelt on the ground and did not respond at all.
Seeing this, Li Zheng coughed again and said: "Friend Taoist, why do you have to pretend to be deaf and dumb? Since you have come here, you are trying to get the treasure here. Why don't we discuss it together and see how to get out of trouble? "Come out, as for the distribution of the treasures later, it can also be discussed."
After Li Zheng finished speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the little finger of the man on the right who seemed to move. He became alert and couldn't help but take two steps back. .
Then the three people kneeling on the ground stood up leisurely, and then turned around at the same time.
"Senior Brother Huizhi!"
"Fellow Daoist Xu!"
Two exclamations sounded in the crowd at the same time. The speakers were Smiling Monk and Yun Xuzi respectively.
"What? Could it be that the two fellow Taoists recognize the person in front of them?" Mrs. He frowned and asked coldly towards the two of them.
Yun Xuzi and the Smiling Monk looked at each other, both showing a hint of a wry smile. The Smiling Monk pointed to the big-eared monk on the right and spoke first:
"How could you not recognize it? The man on the right is my fellow monk, named Huizhi!"
"What? Why is he here!" Mrs. He looked in disbelief. , the others also looked at the smiling monk with puzzled faces.
“I don’t know about this monk, but Brother Huizhi is one of the first group of monks to enter this secret realm to explore.”
“Not bad!” Yun Xuzi He also said: "As far as I know, the man in the middle is named Xu, and he is me. An old friend of mine also participated in the exploration of this secret realm back then. But as everyone knows, all the people there were buried here, and only one person escaped and ascended to heaven. As for why he knelt here, I have no idea. .”
"No matter what twists and turns there are, I don't think these three people are necessarily the three people everyone knew before." Li Zheng, a sick scholar, suddenly interjected from the side.
After hearing what he said, everyone looked at the other side attentively.
I saw the three people standing there, their eyes dull. Seeing everyone talking, they not only did not react at all, but stood with their hands down, looking indifferent.
"Could it be that someone has taken away the soul? Or is it that someone has sealed the consciousness?" Madam Crane said with confusion on her face.
However, before she could say anything else, one of the three people suddenly stretched out his right index finger and pointed it towards the crowd.
Under this instruction, circles of ripples visible to the naked eye suddenly arose in mid-air, and at the same time, a heart-stopping pressure instantly descended on everyone. Above everyone, that suffocating finger seemed to appear, and it would land on their chest in the next second.
"Zhenren Jindan!"
I don't know who shouted first. Everyone looked at each other in shock, and they all saw a look of despair in each other's eyes.
At this time, the cultivation auras of the three people opposite have been revealed without reservation, and they are all golden elixir monks!
The next second everyone felt as if their chests had been hit hard, and they all flew backwards like kites that were out of line.
"Bang!"
Liang Yan's back hit the stone wall, he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his aura quickly weakened. He struggled to sit up, raised his eyes and looked around, and saw that the foundation-building monks were even worse than him. At this time, they were all lying on the ground, unable to even sit up.
"This is impossible! Senior Brother Huizhi was only at the peak of foundation building. How could he condense the golden elixir in just ten years!" The smiling monk lay on the ground with a look on his face. Said in disbelief.
"Yes, I'm afraid these people are no longer the fellow Taoists we knew before. They should be controlled by the magical powers left by the owner of this place. I think that back then, fellow Taoist Xu was only in the late stage of foundation building, but now he is like this Waiting for magical powers, it seems that the person buried here is of extraordinary strength." Yun Xuzi also said with a serious face.
In fact, not only Smiling Monk and Yun Xuzi, but also Liang Yan was filled with surprise.
You must know how rare Jindan Zhenren is, even Yixing Pavilion, a Confucian sect known as the number one in the Zhao Kingdom, can't have more than two hands. But three people appeared here at the same time. This power was the foundation of a sect outside and should not be taken lightly.
Just when everyone was on the ground exhausted, the monk named Xu in the middle withdrew his magical power and stood there without taking any action.
Everyone in the venue secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this. Just when they were running their exercises to repair the injuries in their bodies, the big-eared monk named Huizhi on the right moved again.
I saw him flicking his big sleeve, stretching out a white and jade-like palm inside, and a colorful vortex gathered in the palm of his hand.
Everyone saw the vision coming up again, and all of them had their hearts raised in their throats. However, they were injured by the monk named Xu before, and they are currently doing exercises to heal their injuries, and they cannot muster any spiritual power to deal with it. Immediate trouble.
I saw the colorful vortex spinning faster and faster, and suddenly a huge suction force emerged out of thin air. Everyone flew up from the ground, like leaves in the wind, spiraling towards the center of the vortex involuntarily.
Liang Yan was shocked, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the fate of being sucked away.
As everyone got closer and closer to the center of the vortex, their bodies quickly became smaller, and finally they all merged into the center of the vortex and condensed into a colorful ball of light.
At this time, the venue was empty, and there was no more foreign monk!
The big-eared monk held up the colorful ball in his hand with an expressionless expression, and seemed to look at it for a moment. Then he waved his right hand and saw that the colorful ball was divided into seven, turning into gold, green, blue, Streamers in seven colors: red, yellow, black, and white.
This seven-colored stream of light flickered in the air, and then instantly disappeared into the portrait on the wall behind it, completely disappearing
(End of this chapter)