"Magic move!"
Chen Yulou softly spat out two words from his lips.
In an instant, the wind circulated under the robe, and in the mist-filled night sky in front of him, invisible stairs condensed one after another.
Climb up the steps with your hands behind your back.
Indescribably free and easy.
In just a moment, the others stopped on the stone ball.
A total of seven steel cables made of twisted iron wires passed through it and twisted into one. Looking above the head, the golden light in the eyes broke through the darkness.
The end of the cable.
Sure enough, it is connected to Shimen.
Hu——
Seeing this, how could Chen Yulou still not understand? He let out a breath and turned his eyes to the stone ball in front of him.
There is an obvious dark grid on the sphere shaped like a giant pupil.
Reach down and press lightly.
There was only a click sound, and the secret grid sank, falling right into the center of the stone ball, blocking the seven iron locks.
In an instant, the water formation that was still running stopped suddenly.
The crunching sound of twisting has also disappeared.
Head of the head.
Under the cliff.
As time passes by.
The solemn atmosphere began to spread.
In particular, the Partridge Whistle and the others walked back and forth on the stone bridge, bending down from time to time to look into the depths of the underground river.
It’s just...
The river is turbulent, shaped like an abyss, coupled with a thick layer of fog.
Even Yang Fang, who was born with night eyes, could not clearly see the situation underwater.
Not to mention other people.
"What's going on? Why hasn't Shopkeeper Chen come back?"
"Is something going to happen?"
Several people lowered their voices and looked at each other with uneasiness in their eyes.
Hearing this, Partridge Whistle, who was leaning on the bridge pier and scanning the bottom, could not help but frown. Since Pingshan, he thought he had a complete understanding of Chen Yulou.
Being docile and courteous like a good deer in front of others, he is as calm and prudent as a snake when encountering difficulties. However, when facing enemies, he is always able to eradicate the weeds and is more ruthless than a jackal. His talent for cultivation is unparalleled.
The methods are numerous and unfathomable.
Treat others and do things with integrity.
Never do anything you are not sure about.
Since you took the initiative to enter the water, you naturally have 100% confidence.
What's more, the snake mother is dead, and he really can't think of anything else in this ancient city that can threaten Chen Yulou's existence.
"What are you muttering about?"
"How can you and I guess what Brother Chen is capable of?"
Glancing at a few people, Partridge Whistle said solemnly.
“But...”
“Nothing but.”
Yang Fang scratched his head. He wanted to say that he really couldn't do it. He was very good at water and also had night eyes. He could go into the water to meet Shopkeeper Chen and take care of each other. It was better than waiting so anxiously.
But the sentence is not finished yet.
I was interrupted by the partridge whistle.
"Wait a little longer."
"Calculate the time, it should be soon..."
It seemed that his tone was a little too heavy.
Partridge Whistle added another sentence.
Why didn't he understand what Yang Fang meant.
It’s just that the water is obscure and dangerous, and it’s difficult to distinguish the dangers. In addition, he has a reckless personality, so entering the water rashly can cause accidents.
Boom——
This sentence is like an unwarranted omen.
Before the words "brief" could be finished, a thunder-like rumble suddenly sounded in the dark night.
Everyone’s expressions changed, and they subconsciously turned around to follow the sound.
In the wind lanterns.
The stone door that was integrated into the cliff suddenly opened slowly inward.
It was as if a pair of invisible hands were pulling the door shut.
“The door is open?!”
“It belongs to the shopkeeper.”
“It’s unmistakable, it must be shopkeeper Chen.”
Seeing two The tightly fitting door leaves receded to both sides, revealing a gap large enough to accommodate carriages passing in and out. Everyone was relieved of their previous gloom and worries.
With a dull loud bang.
The stone gate hit the cliff and stopped.
Dust and stone chips fell like rain.
The wind lanterns in the hands of everyone, as well as the light from the torches stuck in the surrounding cliffs, penetrated the gaps and squeezed the floating darkness inward little by little.
No matter outside the door or at the stone bridge in the distance.
at this moment.
Everyone subconsciously widened their eyes and stared at the door, not even breathing too loudly, as if they were afraid of disturbing something.
This ancient underground stone door holds too many secrets.
Now the veil is finally revealed.
How could they hold back their curiosity?
It’s just...
When the flickering fire light disperses the darkness behind the door.
A tall, slender figure with a calm expression slowly walked out.
"The boss...the boss?"
"Why is this from the shopkeeper?"
"Didn't he go under the bridge? Why did he appear behind the stone gate?"
The moment I saw Chen Yulou.
Everyone’s pupils froze in unison, and their faces were full of disbelief.
Kunlun didn't even come back to his senses.
Looking at Chen Yulou behind the door, he subconsciously lowered his head and looked under the stone bridge.
"Yuan Hong?"
Pulling Yuan Hong aside, Kunlun frowned and looked at him.
The latter looked helpless.
He spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me. If I knew better, I wouldn't wait here."
"Why, you don't recognize me after going to the underground river?"
Step out from the shadows.
Looking at everyone’s reactions that were either surprised or shocked.
Chen Yulou couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
Listening to the gentle laughter, everyone finally came back to their senses. The mountain call resounded around them, causing the dust in the gaps in the cliff to fall.
“The leader is always mighty!”
"The mountain master is mighty!"
In their understanding, the Xieling faction has always been a big shovel and a big hoe. If the stone gate blocks the road, it will break down the door. If it blocks the big tree, it will open the mountain and level the hills.
As usual.
Don’t worry about the copper lock on his mother’s stone door.
Drill a few caves, fill them with gunpowder fuses, and blast them. Why is there such a need for so much trouble?
But Xiling is still a sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.
Who is willing to admit that he is on the same path as those gangsters and green forest thieves?
Just use brute force?
Now that the descendants of both Mojin and Xiling sects are here, they feel honored to see the shopkeeper opening the stone door easily with one person.
“Quick.”
"Go and have a look."
The group of people on the stone bridge did not dare to delay any longer and quickly walked towards the stone gate.
After walking only a few steps, the old foreigner seemed to notice something and subconsciously looked back at Oona, who was a few steps behind.
"Miss Oona, what are you thinking about? I'm leaving."
"Oh...here he comes."
Oona nodded.
From the moment she passed through the underground tunnel, or to be precise, from the time she left the underground lake, everything was extremely unfamiliar to her.
Even though she was here one step ahead of everyone else.
But the mystery and unknown fills my mind.
His gaze, slightly obscured by his long hair, crossed the crowd and landed on the figure at the stone gate, his eyes filled with wonder.
Think back on this journey.
No matter what the situation is, it never seems to be difficult for him.
She finally understood why everyone had an almost blind trust in him.
Compared to himself, he seemed to be revisiting his old place.
Such a giant underground door, even Atta, who possesses many shamanic skills, may not be able to open it in such a short period of time.
Not to mention.
Do you have the courage to face the unknown?
"The shopkeeper..."
As the group approached, Kunlun spoke subconsciously.
What he cared about was never the Queen's Palace or some ghost cave.
"I'm fine."
Aware of the urgency in his tone, Chen Yulou just shook his head. Hearing this, Kunlun's anxious heart finally fell back into his stomach, and he handed over the Dragon Scale Sword in his hand.
Chen Yulou took it casually and carried it behind him.
A pair of eyes swept over everyone, seeming to be able to penetrate their thoughts, and he took the initiative to explain.
"The ancients dug a waterfall underground and used the power of the water to set up mechanisms. The iron locks connected the stone gates. As long as the mechanism was pressed to expand, the formation would naturally stop."
He said it simply.
But everyone knows that it is absolutely difficult to achieve it.
Not to mention whether they can find the underground river and successfully enter the formation, how many people can find the eye of the formation and break the formation that has been maintained for thousands of years in such a short period of time?
"Then shopkeeper Chen, who is behind the door?"
The old foreigner was still thinking about the ghost cave.
But when I looked up now, the fog behind the door was thick, like ink flowing, and I couldn't see anything clearly.
“I don’t know either.”
“I have to go down and have a look.”
Chen Yulou shook his head.
He just came up purely by taking a shortcut, and the moment the door opened, he just landed.
I really don’t have time to go down and find out.
Even if you have a rough route in mind.
"Then what are you waiting for? With such momentum, even if it is not the spiritual palace of the exquisite queen, it is at least the Dragon Tower Palace."
Yang Fang is eager to give it a try.
Upon seeing this, Chen Yulou immediately waved his hand.
"Since Brother Yang Fang wants to take the lead, then you come."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fang's eyes lit up instantly, burning like fire, and he could not hide his surprise.
“Seriously?”
Along the way, I hardly had many opportunities to take action.
But since entering Chenjiazhuang, not only food, clothing, housing and transportation, but also a few casual training instructions from Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle, are things that even a lot of money can't buy in the world.
Not to mention.
The hard-earned Qixing Hengqigong practice.
I just took a bite.
Shopkeeper Chen arranged for Kunlun to teach him personally.
If he didn't do something for such a great favor, Yang Fang would be really ashamed and would have no shame to continue to stay.
"Then, Shopkeeper Chen, I'm going!"
Seeing that he was afraid that he would regret it, Chen Yulou couldn't help but smile.
“What’s the hurry?”
“Let the old foreigner be with you, and we can take care of each other.”
"Yes, Shopkeeper Chen."
Before Yang Fang could say anything, the old foreigner agreed directly, thus blocking his way out.
Mentioned a wind lantern.
Holding a mirror umbrella.
Go past Yang Fang and go straight through the stone gate.
He wanted to know more than anyone what was hidden in the darkness behind this door.
No other.
After entering Shuangheishan, the ancient city is exquisite.
The deeper you go deeper into the ground.
The signs of the red spot on the back of his neck becoming even more alarming.
Last night while sleeping in the camp outside the city, he was even awakened by the palpitating feeling in the middle of the night. He opened his clothes and took a look in the mirror. The originally blurry mark looked like a ghost's eye.
Wriggling slightly under the skin.
It seems like it will come out at any time.
He is not afraid of death, parents, elders, tribesmen. He has seen too many people die because of it. What he is more afraid of than death is dying with endless regrets.
After many hardships.
I finally waited until today.
If he couldn't enter that ghost cave to take a look, even if he died, he wouldn't be able to rest in peace.
What's more, they have already obtained the Muchen Beads predicted by the prophet.
Maybe...
After today.
There is no such damn curse in the world.
"Hey, wait for me, kid."
Seeing the old foreigner walk out a few meters away in the blink of an eye, Yang Fang couldn't help but look anxious as he reacted. He didn't dare to hesitate, and casually walked away from the side. The waiter borrowed a wind lantern and hurried after him.
Step through the stone gate in one step.
Moist mist comes from the pavement.
Yang Fang didn't have time to think too much when he saw the figure of the old foreigner holding the lantern stopped.
Wait until he catches up.
It was then discovered that under the cliff behind the stone gate, there was an extremely steep slope, extending outwards endlessly, and the black mist seemed to be able to be scooped up with one hand.
The light of the wind lantern can only illuminate a few meters at most.
Further forward, the light is completely swallowed up.
"Yang Fang, come and take a look, can you find anything?"
Hearing the footsteps behind him, the old foreigner took the initiative to step aside and pointed to the depths of the ramp and asked.
Seeing his serious expression, Yang Fang did not dare to joke around and quickly looked down.
A clear light seemed to emerge from a pair of night eyes.
But he has not yet practiced entry, and he has not specially cultivated the Dharma Eyes and Spiritual Eyes like Chen Yulou. He can only see six or seven meters away at most.
Further forward, the sight is filled with mist floating like catkins.
“We have to go down.”
Yang Fang shook his head.
Seeing this, the old foreigner said directly, "Then you wait here, I will go down and take a look."
After saying that, he walked down the ramp with the lamp in hand.
This scene shocked Yang Fang. After all, he was also the heir to the world of gold. Although he was not as good as his master Jin Abacus, he had been traveling in the world for many years.
The situation under the tomb is clear.
This kind of narrow and narrow tunnel is the easiest place to bury hidden arrows.
He broke into it rashly.
It is simply a dead end.
On weekdays, he always felt that the old foreigner was young but full of life, almost in the same mold as his senior brother.
I didn’t expect him to be so reckless right now.
Grabbing him by the shoulders, Yang Fang frowned and cursed in a low voice.
“No, are you fucking crazy?”
“If there is an ambush, ghost slaves, quicksand above the head, and snakes hidden in the secret, how many things do you think you can handle? ”
Hearing this, the old foreigner did not waver, but opened his umbrella with a bang.
“That won’t work either!”
Yang Fang followed closely with a lantern and raised his hand to strike the magic whip.
"I'll give you the rear, otherwise if something happens to you, I won't be able to explain to Yang Kuishou."
"That's okay."
The old foreigner, who knew his character well, knew that he could not persuade him.
With someone at the rear, the danger will indeed be reduced a lot, so I just agreed.
The two of them went one behind the other.
The wind lamp reflected two solemn and cautious faces.
Compared to the previous stone palace, the air here was more humid, and the mist hit us head-on, soon staining the hair tips and face towel with a layer of light water droplets.
The slope under your feet is slippery and you may fall if you are not careful.
We walked all the way for more than half a quarter of an hour.
The ramp finally came to an end.
But the imaginary ghost cave, underworld palace, and dragon tower palace did not appear.
Below you is a wide platform, surrounded by cliffs. There is no way to go forward.
"Is there such a thing behind the door?"
"Are you kidding me?"
Yang Fang looked around with the lamp. He was in disbelief at first, and then couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
"No, Yang Fang, come on, look this way."
The other side.
The old foreigner squatted by the platform, using his mirror umbrella to try his best to push the lantern out of the cliff ahead. The light flickered, and countless figures were clearly reflected in the darkness.
Everyone stood there with blank expressions, motionless.
“It’s not a stone figurine ghost slave, right?”
Yang Fang subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the whip, only to find that the runes on the four-sided steel whip were extinguished and there was no movement.
While he hesitated.
The old foreigner was extremely decisive. With a flick of his wrist, the wind lantern hooked on the mirror umbrella made a bang and fell straight into the depths of the cliff.
See this situation.
Yang Fang did not dare to speak anymore. He leaned forward and his eyes followed the wind lantern that was blown by the wind and seemed to be extinguished at any time.
First, as far as the eye can see, hundreds of giant-eyed stone figures are reflected.
It was too late to recover.
The wind lantern seemed to hit the cliff and stone wall, and broke into countless pieces with a bang, and at the moment the light and fire went out.
Deep in the night.
A huge coffin and countless gold and silver flashed past. (End of this chapter)