Ink Di smiled when he heard this, but he didn't say anything, I'm afraid this kind of thing can't be achieved by luck alone. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Let's go!" Luo Shaobai dusted off his clothes, he had already spent a lot of time here, and they had to hurry.

The corridor is dim and dark, Luo Shaobai observes while walking, the walls on both sides should be made of a mixture of specific materials, and the brilliance of the night pearl inlaid on it is completely hidden, and the muddy glimmer barely shines on the ground, scattered and not very clear.

The corridor is very wide, enough for more than ten carriages to march in unison, and in the huge corridor, only the footsteps of the two can be heard. After about a few more incense sticks, Luo Shaobai, who was leading the way in front, suddenly stopped. To her left was a half-broken three-tailed arrow, the third time she had appeared, if she remembered correctly.

They have been hovering in place.

"Lord Luo League, something is wrong!" The ink droplets beside him also felt it, and they were just spinning in place back and forth.

"Well, this corridor should be a circle, but the corridor is too wide and deep to be ignored by us." Luo Shaobai thought about it and said, "Go again, this time pay attention to the Yongbi, if this road is a circle, there must be side doors on both sides." ”

After taking two steps, Luo Shaobai found that Modi did not follow, but stared at Yongbi with straight eyes, as if he had settled down.

Following his gaze, Luo Shaobai found that on one side of the Yongbi wall, there were huge pictures drawn by colored glaze, perhaps because of the age, some of them had already burst and could be seen clearly, but some of them were still relatively intact.

On a painting in front of him, a man in a strange suit was holding a jet-black axe in his right hand and a meniscus knife in his left hand, staring at the two of them upright. After this picture, there is a long and difficult text, the glyph is ancient, by no means all of modern times, the text is about seven or eight lines, and then it becomes a picture again, this time it is replaced by a handsome young man, also dressed in a strange costume, the land in front of it is passed by with a virtual pen, and the end of the land is a handsome young man, which is the same as the one who is the only one, the difference is that the periphery of this one is also painted with a dotted line, as if it appeared out of thin air.

"Escape, retreat!"

Luo Shaobai was looking at it vigorously, when she suddenly heard Mo Di pointing at the character she had just seen and shouted, only to see that he was covering his chest with one hand, his eyes were so hot that he seemed to melt the wall, and his body trembled with excitement.

"What's that?" Luo Shaobai asked, it seemed that he had a lot to do with their Momen.

Modi glanced at Luo Shaobai excitedly, "Lord Luo, I think I know where this is," Modi paused and said, "This is our Moling Gate-Moling." ”

Moling? Isn't that the place where the previous heads of the Momen were buried after their deaths? I have heard Ziyu talk about it before, that is the place where the soul of the head of the past dynasties returns after death, and it is the place where the important place of Momen is located, and there are countless secret passages in its internal organs, all of which have poured out the efforts of the heads of the past dynasties, not to mention that it is an outsider, even if it is the contemporary head of Momen, if there is no design ink map inside, it will be the same as nine deaths.

Luo Shaobai sighed lightly, Ziyu, Ziyu, I didn't expect to accidentally run to your Momen's nest, and I have been listening to you say how powerful this Moling is, even if it is this young master, I want to see if your crow's mouth is as effective as before.

The ink drops on the side were still excited, Luo Shaobai couldn't help but shake his head, although he didn't know what those characters were written exactly, but it was not difficult to guess from the eyes of the ink drops, it was nothing more than some unique secret techniques of the ink gate, it was good to see these, but the premise was to have a life to go out.

"Modi, that painting, but the founder of your Momen?" Luo Shaobai pointed to the man holding a giant axe on the first painting and asked, she felt a little strange before, other characters can form a small story together, only this one, monopolizing one side, and the body is more than twice as big as the others. Moreover, looking at what they are wearing, they don't look like people from the Central Plains, could it be that they are from the ancestors of the Momen Sect, from other regions?

"This," Mo Di steadied his mind and looked towards the portraits of Luo Shaobai's fingers, only looking at the words, these portraits were neglected by him, and after observing left and right for a while, Mo Di said uncertainly, "It should be the Momen Patriarch, I have heard the master say that the nine-headed unicorn beast on the arm is the symbol of their Momen Founding Ancestor, but these paintings are too old, and some of the unicorn heads on the giant's arm have also fallen, so they don't really look real." ”

When Luo Shaobai heard this, he saw that the wall had indeed fallen off a lot, revealing a large piece of wall skin inside, black and faintly with some lines.

"In this way, your ancestors are foreigners." She hadn't heard Ziyu say this.

After looking back and forth a few times, Modi looked a little puzzled and said, "This, Modi is not clear, and I have never heard the elders talk about this." ”

Luo Shaobai knew in his heart that if this matter was serious, he was afraid that it would also belong to the secret of the Momen, and it was normal for the disciples to not know.

"Let's go," Luo Shaobai said loudly, "follow me." ”

As the two of them moved forward, there were fewer and fewer character paintings on the wall, and instead of them, there were one formation diagram after another, Luo Shaobai was not proficient in these, but the ink droplets on the side were watched with relish along the way, and he did not forget to comment on the subtleties when encountered, if it were not for the environment, Luo Shaobai thought that he was here to enjoy the paintings.

After reading more than a dozen pictures in succession, the interest of the ink drops became more and more intense, and the words in his mouth kept reading, and his eyes stared at the formation diagram on the wall without blinking as if he was obsessed, and in the end, he ignored it, and rushed towards one of them, shouting in a strange voice: "No, no, no, the stars can't, can't be here!" ”

"Inkdrop, what are you doing!"

Luo Shaobai was looking for the entrance of the Yongdao all the way, and he didn't pay too much attention to the ink drops, just thinking that he was concentrating on the formation but never thought that there would be such a big fork. At this time, the ink droplets were clearly in a daze.

"Give me back!" Saying that, Luo Shaobai flew towards the ink drop, but he was still a step too late, only to see the ink drop run to one of the formation diagrams like crazy, and moved one of them lightly with a strange smile, "Die, die!" ”

Not good! Luo Shaobai was shocked in his heart, and at this moment, the road began to shake like an earthquake, and the ground behind him quickly sunken down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the surrounding stone particles flew sideways, sweeping towards them like a sandstorm.