Chapter 58 Open the door to the dungeon

After the group climbed to the top of the peak, standing on the platform that they had looked at from afar, the ruins of the broken wall in the dense fog were now directly approached to the side, becoming real and clear, the traces of the fire were vividly visible, and each of the remnants of the ancient buildings was full of vicissitudes and desolation.

Wu Jiang re-stood in the place where he had lived for most of his life, although it had been burned down and dilapidated, but in his eyes he could still find traces of the past, everything was so clear, surrounded by mist, the ruins seemed to have re-transformed into an ancient Taoist temple, and the master, uncle and brother who accompanied him.

The yellow-haired man didn't let Wu Jiang continue to remember for long, and his rough voice interrupted Wu Jiang's memories, pulled him back to reality, and made him face the real everything.

The task still has to be completed, where is there time for you to slowly grind.

He didn't know that there were a few flower countries behind him, and there might be teams sent by other continents, and he didn't know that wasting one more minute would be dangerous, although the yellow-haired man felt that he was several times stronger than before after a stage of transformation, but he was not arrogant enough to think that he was invincible in the world.

The most terrible thing is not the enemy, but oneself.

Moreover, the yellow-haired man did not understand Wu Jiang's behavior, he single-handedly destroyed his own church (sect), burned the church (Taoist temple), killed the pope and guards (master, uncle), poisoned the priest (junior brother), swept the church's secret Bible (sect classics), and personally chose to destroy the church and cut off the future, and now he is back to "hypocrisy", which is simply unreasonable.

That's right, it's the word "hypocrisy", the yellow-haired man feels that the word invented by Huaguo is now used on Wu Jiang and describes his behavior at the moment is too appropriate, Huaguo is worthy of being an ancient civilization with thousands of years of cultural heritage and inheritance, but unfortunately there are many scum in later generations.

This phenomenon is probably a common disease and proverb that they also have in the Great Western Continent:

[The descendants of the rich are prone to fools who corrupt the family, and only an elegant inheritance can reduce such a situation. 】

The yellow-haired man spat and foamed disdainfully, and smashed his saliva with bad breath on the ground paved with a fairly intact bluestone slab.

Wu Jiang looked at the behavior of the yellow-haired man, his brows furrowed, his forehead had green tendons bursting out, his teeth were clenched, the hand behind his back was clenched into a fist, and the not long nails dug deep into the palm of his hand, and after a few seconds, bright red blood gathered on the edge of his palm, and then formed blood beads and dripped on the ground made of ancient bluestones.

As the blood beads dropped, after smashing open and breaking into several petals on the bluestone ground, a cyan but black light rose out from the center of the place where the blood beads fell, forming a circle of light and rapidly expanding, dispelling the fog on the entire mountaintop platform.

The sunlight that finally shone in fell on the ruins of the cliff at the top of the mountain and the bluestone platform, enveloping a group of people with strange thoughts, but they were shocked by the strange scenery and fell into a stupor.

After a long time, Wu Jiang let go of his fists, stretched his brows, calmed his face, and said to the others with a little ridicule in his eyes, and after suppressing the fury in his heart, he said to the others in an extraordinarily cold tone:

"Now according to the division of labor in pairs, with me as the center, clear out a circle with a radius of fifteen meters, and there must be no debris on it, it must be before noon. If you miss the opportunity and can't open the door, don't blame me for reporting it!"

After speaking, Wu Jiang glanced at the yellow-haired man fiercely, and then turned to leave, he still had his own things to do.

Not counting Wu Jiang in the team, there were exactly twelve people, divided into groups of two, just divided into six groups, and they freely matched into groups to start cleaning up the debris on the ground.

Wu Jiang came to the second half of the summit platform.

The whole mountain top overlooks, like a strange mountain peak has been cut off the top, and then presents a gourd-shaped section, the people of Daxizhou are currently cleaning up this "gourd" The larger one in the two spaces, close to the bottom of the gourd, and now Wujiang is facing the smaller one near the mouth of the gourd.

On this smaller platform, the "intact" building is preserved, and apart from the erosion of time, the three halls connected together show no obvious signs of destruction.

This is the place where the medicine king sent the Danjing Gate to worship the ancestors and ancestors, and in the past, on the day of the New Year's Festival, Wujiang would follow the master and support the uncle to come here to pay tribute to the incense.

Wu Jiang bowed respectfully at the waist of the gourd, then raised his legs and stepped forward, walked into the sect's place of worship, and then bowed deeply in front of the door in the middle of the three main halls.

Finally, he pushed open the thick, simple, carved door and walked in, bowing deeply for the third time in front of the numerous tablets and the wooden statues of the three kind old men in the main hall.

Wu Jiang, who bowed to the ground, maintained this posture for a long time, and it probably lasted for a stick of incense before he straightened up.

After looking up, there was a pool of "stagnant water" on the ground in front of the foot of Wujiang.

Wu Jiang, who raised his head straight, was full of guilt and grief, and tears meandered down his eyes, all the way to his chin, collecting and dripping on his beard, falling to the ground, and the "stagnant water" in front of his feet.

Wu Jiang, who had mixed thoughts, didn't grieve for long, he thought he was a villain, but he also thought that no matter what he did or how many mistakes he made, he was still a disciple of the Medicine King Sect and the Danjing Sect.

He did not lose the inheritance of his ancestors, but after his departure and research, he has developed even more.

The master's and uncle's wish to carry forward the Danjing Gate is also being realized. As long as his current plan can succeed, then the glorious day of the Danjing Sect will come soon, and it is expected to surpass the glory of the Ancestor Sect, be famous in the four continents, and reach the peak.

Wu Jiang, who had restrained his emotions, slowly untied the small burden on his back, took out the incense and candle offerings from it, and laid them down one by one, and then carried out a full set of worship rituals like the master in the past when he sacrificed to the ancestors.

When he finished his final kneeling, a hazy blue light flashed from the wooden statues of the ancestors of the three sects, and then spread softly but firmly, slowly enveloping the entire altar and enveloping all the tablets.

After completing this, the cyan light curtain did not stop, it continued to expand, and it was not until it was close to the place where Wu Jiang knelt and worshipped that the light curtain paused for a moment.

Wu Jiang, who was looking forward to it in his heart, looked at the cyan light curtain that stopped at his feet, and felt very aggrieved, just when he was disheartened and sad, the light curtain began to expand again, moving forward little by little, slowly enveloping him, integrating him into it, surrounding him warmly, and slowly dissolving the wisps of black gas forced out by the blue light on Wu Jiang's body, gradually melting and dissipating.

Shrouded in the cyan light curtain, Wu Jiang knocked down three more times, slammed the head on the stone slab, and hit the "stagnant water" splashing a colorless droplet, mixed with the blood that collapsed, and dyed the hem of his green shirt, dyeing the simple clothes with a beautiful color.

After three "real" rings, Wu Jiang stood up, bowed respectfully a few times, and after a firm glance at the ancestral wooden statue and the sacrificial tablet with eager eyes, he walked out of the main hall backwards and slowly closed the hall door.

The group of "alien" people in the distance were still busy cleaning up the ground, Wu Jiang looked up at the three halls that had been firmly covered by the cyan light curtain, and once again strengthened his confidence, turned around and walked towards them.

didn't care about his appearance, Wu Jiang's red eyes and bloodstained clothes with wet marks were very conspicuous, and there were tear stains under his eyes.

Wu Jiang, who got the expectations, untied part of his heart knot, and after getting a new life, he began to care a lot, but he also began to care a lot.

Glowing light shone out from the surface of his body, covering his whole body, the scars on his forehead and palms quickly disappeared, and even his somewhat embarrassed appearance became a little handsome under the fluorescent shroud.

Coming to the first half of the summit platform, Wu Jiang looked up and saw that the ground of the platform had been almost cleaned up, and not a lot of debris and gravel had been removed and cleaned.

Seeing that Wu Jiang was approaching after finishing his work, the yellow-haired man who was cleaning up the debris on the ground threw away a huge stone that was being cleaned up, and watched it fly out of the distance, smash the dense fog in the distance into a hole, and finally disappear, so he walked towards Wu Jiang with a smile on his face.

Wu Jiang ignored the provocative yellow-haired man, and calmly beckoned the "teammates" to gather, it was almost cleaned up, and it was time to make the next plan, and it was necessary to open the gate of the underground palace before noon, and it would take another day to wait after the hour.

When everyone gathered, Wu Jiang took out three small boxes carved from yellow jade from his backpack, and after opening them, each box contained a jade-like seed, which scorched in the sunlight and lined the faces of the people who paid attention with the color of leaves.

Then he took out a sundial from his backpack and a pair of special ink-colored glasses, which he used for a long time to measure, and finally marked three locations on the ground that had been cleaned up.

After calling the yellow-haired man and asking him to arrange for someone to drill holes with a thumb thickness and a depth of about 30 centimeters in these three marked locations, Wu Jiang dispersed far away from everyone.

After the crowd of people scattered and exposed several holes to direct sunlight, Wu Jiang came to the side of the drilled hole, raised his palm, and saw that the wound on his palm that had been punctured by his fingernails had all healed, and turned around to slash a dagger through his palm, and then held three small emerald green seeds in his hand, waiting for the change.

It wasn't until there was blood spilling and dripping from the palm of his hand, the seeds had changed, and the palm began to heat up slightly, that Wu Jiang, who had turned pale, slowly opened his palm, which had completely lost his blood, and handed the green blackened seeds covered with bloodshot to the yellow-haired man who had been following behind him.

Wu Jiang told the yellow-haired man to put the seeds into the holes one by one, and then took out a jade-colored bottle and told him to divide the liquid into three parts, and water them as soon as the seeds were planted.

Looking at Wu Jiang, who had obviously lost too much blood, the yellow-haired man was a little worried, afraid that he would not last until the end, so he hurriedly beckoned other people nearby to come over and help Wu Jiang to rest.

He had read the detailed plan submitted by Wu Jiang, and planting the seeds of "miwu" was only the first step in opening the gate, and then opening the underground palace. There are many steps ahead, and if Wu Jiang lies down or passes out, others don't know what to do next.

Even if there is a yellow-haired man with a full range of operation steps, the plan is a book, and he knows every one of the Huaguo characters on it, but after piecing it together, the yellow-haired man has no rut, just like he tried to learn the exercises of Huaguo before, except for the attached pictures, he doesn't understand anything else, and even the pictures are dizzy after reading too much, and now the exercises sent down are still thrown by him on the pillow as a prop for quick sleep.

Not to mention Wu Jiang, who was helped down to rest, the yellow-haired man carefully held a few green black and red-blooded "miwu" seeds, and threw them into the holes, and then estimated the amount and poured the brown liquid in the emerald green bottle in turn, looked back at Wu Jiang who was resting in the distance, and saw him nod slightly, so he took a big breath, wiped the sweat that suddenly appeared on his forehead, took a few steps back, and stood with others, waiting for new changes to appear.

After about five or six minutes, just as noon came, the sun was shining, and light was shining through the hole, the ground shook, and white light rose from under his feet, and then slowly turned green, narrowed the area, and finally shrunk into three emerald green balls of light centered on the three turnip seeds, and wrapped them.

Then the fog beyond the summit began to rotate around the mountain, and in an instant a hollow column of air formed.

The white mist swirls around the mountain to form a circular barrier, and the hollow interior stands the "Sacred Mountain", where the sun hangs high and casts sunlight directly on the platform at the top of the mountain.

Bathed in the sunshine, the people who watched the strange scene quickly felt that there were raindrops splashing, but when they looked up, they were clear in the sky and the scorching sun.

These "raindrops" fall on the body, disappear quickly, melt into the skin and penetrate into the body, offsetting the stuffiness, irritability and exhaustion that have just been brought about by fatigue in everyone's hearts, and the cool ironing of the whole body has been soothed to the bottom of the heart.

At this time, the three seeds of the turnip also changed, and some of the young shoots broke through the dark green shell, stretched out their arms, stretched their bodies, and thrived in the golden sunlight, green light, and bright raindrops, spitting joy and strengthening the stems, and finally twisted into a ball and intertwined, hanging high in the sky with branches and leaves, forming a dome, and absorbing all kinds of nourishment.

When the branches and white flower clusters bloom on the "dome", and the fragrance enters the nostrils of the people under the "tree", the dazzling green light gathers on the umbrella cover of the "dome", forming a light cluster like jade beads sliding down the branches of the "vine tree", burrowing headlong into the ground made of bluestone slabs, and then disappearing into the depths of the ground.

Soon, there was a new tremor on the top of the mountain, and before the people who were shocked by the continuous visions could come to their senses, a piece of bluestone floor suddenly collapsed on the waist of the "gourd" shape at the junction of the two platforms on the top of the mountain, and in the shaking and roaring, a large hole was revealed in the ground on the top of the mountain.

At the entrance of the cave, a huge stone staircase winds its way down to the bottom of the cave that is pitch black.

The gate of the dungeon...... On.