Mu Han turned to the antechamber and looked at the wall where the words appeared.

The words that appeared on the wall should be the door sealing formation that Demon Moon said. Strangely, these characters are all ancient Terran characters.

If you look closely, it looks like a poem. The floating text rippled slightly. It seems that in every word, there is a deep meaning, if you look at a word, I am afraid that within a moment, you will be dizzy.

Mu Han threw Lori aside, and no longer cared about the tomb robbers, and walked towards the words. Lori saw that he didn't look at her anymore, so she quickly got up and ran over to Bora and them. They didn't come any closer, they just stood there looking at Mu Han, not knowing what they were talking about.

He slowly approached the floating words, as if he had an innate attraction. When he was only a foot away from those words, Mu Han subconsciously touched those words with his hands, and suddenly, his vision changed, and he had come to another place, to be exact, it should be an illusion, an illusion created by this closed door formation.

And the words that were originally floating on the wall fell one after another, and each word became a lot larger, forming a stream of water in front of the wall. Bora and the others were surprised when they saw the change, "Let's go too." Ah Feng mentioned.

Bora didn't speak, not knowing what she was thinking. Carlo also said, "Let's follow suit, we can't go directly to the inner room." ”

Bora looked at them before nodding, "Okay, be careful." As he spoke, he looked at Lori again, "You don't have a weapon now, follow last." Lori nodded.

The few of them cautiously approached, and when they were still a few feet away from those words, a huge suction force suddenly came, sucking them into the formation together, as for what they encountered, only they knew.

Mu Han looked at the light around him, evolving different pictures, various life manners, and various moods and thoughts. The beautiful softness releases the bright comfort, and those quiet reverie sometimes make people laugh, it seems to be the shyness of the happy face, and the free and easy of the red dust!

If the sound can interpret the beauty, then what you see at the moment will be shocking, I thought that it was just simple and the truth, but I didn't know that what I couldn't see deep in it was the real value.

Those nothingness already existed, as if the clouds and smoke had changed the times.

When the prosperous floating world is like dust, those who are there and those who are not will be history.

Flowers can be in full bloom and delicate, or they can bloom in spring, those looking at each other and yearning, like the wind, and like a dream.

Even if history has passed, the footprints that have been confirmed will still exist, and what is retained is not the past, but the persistent emotion.

It seems to be at a loss because of the pain, and it seems to see because of the pain.

That's the footprint of red dust, and it's also the meaning we have!

That's the meaning of these images. Mu Han took a step forward and walked forward, slowly these pictures disappeared, and a bridge appeared, a bridge with no other end in sight, the smoke was hazy, and the white marble stone carving dragon and phoenix at the head of the bridge were lifelike. The bridge deck, which is more than three feet wide, is like a mirror, reflecting his figure, looking at the past, as if he is alone in the mirror, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Mu Han took a few steps forward, looking at his own embarrassment on the bridge deck, fortunately, the injury was not serious. Distracted for a moment, he found that a few words appeared around him at some point, 'Twilight is quiet, Yiren dreams alone', the eight words are like a dream, flying around him at will.

Mu Han looked at the first word, 'twilight', three points of cyan and six points of orange, and a little golden light reflected the rainbow. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the red dust and danced what he felt, each one was different, but it was a story:

The twilight and evening wind are adjacent, and the people sleeping on the shore of Lingshui Lake are sleeping, and the dark passage of the secluded forest is fluorescent, and the fragrance is silent and fragrant without a trace.

Yi Chu delicately pulls the bead curtain, people look at the autumn water and the water is easy to cold; alone in the red dust to recall the past, dream back to the former pilgrimage to the Holy Spirit Xuan.

After a quarter of an hour, he stopped dancing the sword, closed his eyes and felt the previous scene, those images seemed to exist, but they were sealed in those words, and with the sword dance, each word was opened, releasing the meaning of the original existence.

After waiting for a while, he retracted his thoughts and looked at it again, but the eight words were very different from before, each word was followed by a line of small words, and the first word slowly flew towards the bridge railing and was printed on it. The fluorescence flashed, and this section of the bridge inexplicably had some indescribable aura, and the smoke around this section of the bridge dissipated.

Surprised, he walked forward, walked for a distance of more than ten zhang, and eight words appeared around him: 'Thousands of years of red dust, a lifetime of falling city'

Seeing this, Mu Han already had a lot of confidence in his heart, believing that as long as all these words were danced, then this sealing formation should be broken. Thinking of this, he took the red dust in his right hand, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, his figure was illusory, and then he danced:

Qiannian Jun'an is fragrant, and the number of people in the world has not been rounded;

A kiss of fragrant flowers and fall, who is at peace in the spring and autumn of the world; listen to the beautiful woman's ballad, the city love fan del unparalleled feast.

A quarter of an hour later, the same feeling, the same scene, he looked at those flying words, his mood also changed, it seemed that he had more feelings, and suddenly felt that there was something hidden in these poems, there should be not only hidden secret poems, but also something else in them, otherwise he would not have changed his mood like that when he danced the sword.

In order to find out the reason for the slightest change, Mu Han stopped and continued to walk forward.

After walking a distance of more than ten zhang, Mu Han looked at the twelve words flying around him, 'Who has cried for me, who has been flashy for me', thought for a moment, waved the red dust and danced:

Who looks at the heaven and the earth, the sun and the moon are the same, has seen the spring and autumn free life; for the infatuated and delusional boy, I ask the sky with red dust; tears are sprinkled on the cold of Qingzhou Spring, and the flowers in the next life bloom to dream!

Who loves the flowers of today, has stepped on the past Wancai Mountain; for the king to accompany the stars and moons, I take the Yiren Magpie Bridge; the floating clouds reflect the purple mang, and the colorful beings are long!

In this way, he: every time he walked a distance, he would encounter a few or a dozen words, and with the sword dance, he would find those hidden verses, which were also printed on the bridge one after another, and the smoke also dispersed a lot.

"I ride the wind and cliff clouds, my mind is in the twilight, the spirit is clear and the water is dead, the road is flying in the dust to find yesterday, the bright light is long, the moon is hazy and intoxicating my heart, and the shy kiss is raised;

The flowers dance in the pond and the lotus reflects the universe; the night falls under the starry flower hedge, and the rapids of Wangchuan paint the leaf pattern; the dew and the cold autumn call the morning glow, and there is no confidant to get close; Ning Lan Pavilion flies two feathers outside, and the letter is in the south to look at the royal gate; to make the words of each other do not have the right to speak, and the autumn fights the cold winter night and does not sleep; the wind is dashing and kills the sky, and the residual candle sways the coffin on the snow;

Ye opera floats scattered flowers and kiss stones, and the bridge is whispered by the wind; the dry spring silk leaves are sprouting, and the hustle and bustle is shocking to the world; the ancient rumors spread that the void is in the sky, and the mountains are plunged for thousands of miles; the tomb of the ice palace of Ye Wu Tianyu, and the seven catastrophes of the snow are in the Phantom Moon Lake;

I have a wandering prodigal heart, and I look forward to returning to my hometown in the countryside; I am thin and pity my crazy road, and I am dressed up in red makeup only for you; Dai'e is disgusted with Honghefang, and her cheeks are like clouds; her face is shining and looking into the distance, living alone in the stars and moon and guarding the red dust; she sits and watches the passing water in the east of Gaocheng, and the boat pans the Qingjiang River and sings back;

The leisurely world is leisurely, the melodious years are full of gray hair, the ripples are rippling with water lilies, the ripples are soft and floating stamens, the photocopy of yesterday's three feet old, the smell of the door is drunk, the thoughts of the world are sometimes exhausted, the strings play the bitter song and drink the sorrow; the light hymn is not sounded, and the song is sounding and the sky is looking forward to the return!"

Unconsciously, two hours have passed, Mu Han is already tired, the bridge has finally come to an end, he looked back, the bridge is now clear, there is no trace of clouds. The whole bridge also emits misty fluorescence, like a jade carving.

And he has a lot of insights on martial arts and swordsmanship, it turns out that there is a trace of sword intent hidden in every sentence, which seems to be very little, but it is extremely proud, and every time he walks a distance, he saves a trace, so he walks like this, but he can see most of this sword intent clearly, but it seems to be separated by something, he can only look at it like that, but he can't touch it, and it seems that something is missing.

Probably because his understanding is not enough, Mu Han shook his head and didn't think about it anymore, and continued to walk forward. However, he did not step out of this sealed door formation, and in the distance ahead, there seemed to be a huge palace, sitting on this endless vast field.

It didn't take long for Mu Han to stop outside this huge palace, he looked up at this ancient palace, and felt inexplicable, as if he was about to come here, and this palace was also waiting for him to come and open it.