There must be a special spring water here, which can be used to quench swords, refine weapons, and so on. Yuan Cheng said and walked forward, and after walking a short distance, the smell was even stronger.

The small crack in front of it had shrunk and could not go any further, and there was a puddle of water under the stone wall here, with a faint blue light, lonely as a piece of consolidated ice. The stone walls around the spring are consolidated with fine light blue crystals, which reflect the sporadic blue light of the intersection under the illumination of the night pearl, and there is a dreamlike world within five or six meters of the surrounding area.

The blue spring under the stone wall is lonely like a gem, surrounded by light blue crystals, emitting an infinite cold smell, and it is beautiful in the light of the night pearl.

Wen Feng said: "What a beautiful spring!"

Yuan Cheng was overjoyed, "This is the 'Tianjing Spring', which is used to quench the weapon to make the weapon extremely sharp, and it is also a commonly used spiritual spring for annealing in the refining weapon, and the book notes that it is only available in the depths of Kunlun Mountain, and I didn't expect to encounter it here!"

"So the words on the stone door are true?"

Yuan Cheng looked a little excited, "It's true, Huiji Mountain is full of spiritual energy, and it is not exceptional that there is a spiritual spring underneath." It is said that after Yu ruled the water, he would celebrate the achievements of the conference in this area, so it was called Huiji Mountain. Later, he died and was buried here, could it be that the stone gate was his cave?"

Wen Feng was not too funny about this, and said lightly: "But it's futile if you can't get in, so let's find a way to close it first." ”

"There is no way out of this rift valley, can you fly up this cliff?"

"If my white silk is here, I can still try it, but I'm afraid it won't work now. ”

"Then let's go to Shimen to try it for a while, since there is a spiritual spring, let's explain that those words are true, and they must have been left by the ancients, and that is the only way we can get out. ”

The style of writing is not well-intentioned, and he bows his head slightly, and then follows Yuancheng in front of the stone gate. This time, the two of them checked together, including the surrounding concave or convex stones, and the stripe patterns on the door were pressed all over, but there was still no weather at all, no matter how you looked at it, it was the outline of the stone door that was naturally integrated with the stone wall.

Yuan Cheng insisted that he didn't believe in this evil, and recited his incantation to Shimen one after another, reciting it upright, reciting it backwards, disrupting the thought, and trying dozens of times to no avail. Wen Feng found a place to sit down, watching him keep trying, and he had to admire his perseverance and even stubbornness in his heart.

Yuancheng firmly believes that these nine pronunciations are spells to open the door, but I don't know what's wrong, the most likely thing is that it is very old, and the pronunciation of the ancient characters that He Jian taught to the style of writing has not been benchmarked. The use of spells, tone, tone, and speed all have severe requirements, and only a very small error is allowed, and if it exceeds the error range, there will be no result. It is precisely because of this that in later generations, spells and runes with divine powers are completely out of print.

He taught him the nine pronunciations of the literary style, based on the tones of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu, and each word has five sounds, which are matched with the other eight sounds, and the composition is four hundred and five changes, plus the speed of sound is different, and there is infinite capriciousness. But it is not complete and incoherent, it is like guessing the secret code, as usually people have to use death measures to each composition, and the rich thief will guess it in a moment. This is not only an accumulation of experience, but also a talent and a special sense of agility.

Although Yuan Cheng had no experience in the pronunciation of ancient characters, his familiarity with talismans and spells was equivalent to the instinct and agility of a thief for the secret code lock, so he still had the faith to try it out, groping for what he thought was the most marginal composition.

Half an hour later, following the solemn and eloquent recitation of the nine syllables with mysterious magic, the stone gate rumbled, the scars and moss scars shook, and the stone gate and the stone wall spread out and fell, shrinking to one side.

The two of them were taken aback, and then overjoyed, it was really worth it, these ancient cave spells thousands of years ago were really cracked by Yuancheng.

This stone gate is more than a meter thick, but it quickly retracts into it, and after the sinking dissipates, an arched rock cave is revealed, which is refreshing in the end, and at the same time there is a slight light emitted from the cave.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and walked towards the cave, which was a gentle and equal cave wall, a lot as clean as jade, and I don't know how it was made. What's even more remarkable is that there is light shining out of the inside, and it looks like daylight.

Although they knew that there were no people inside, the two of them still slowed down, as if they were afraid of waking up something. Walking through the passage seven or eight meters long, there was an extremely wide Zen and clear air in front of him, at least under the belly of the mountain in this twilight and vast land, it used to be extremely wide and clear.

This is a vigorous stone chamber close to the circle, about thirty meters in diameter, and about ten meters at the top of the highest place, like the arch of the sky, when a thin light shines down from the middle of it, shining on a multi-edged gentle white stone, the light scatters, so that all the stone chambers are bright and countable.

Under the light is a vigorous stone platform, the four corners are carved like a dragon's head, and the stone is painted with red, yellow, and Chu colors with a lot of strange stripes and strange beasts, like some kind of altar; there is an antique three-legged covered tripod on the stone platform, as if exuding some kind of spiritual power. There are also a lot of stone doors scattered around the hall, there are stripes and ancient characters on the doors; on the stone wall outside the rest of the hall, there are a lot of strange flowers and fruits such as Ganoderma lucidum, orchid grass, vermilion grass and so on, the local green is like jasper, the local red is like fire, the strange fragrance is active, just like a fairyland.

Yuan Cheng was most curious about the light here, and this place must be a few hundred meters underground! He looked up, and the pillar of light was thick and thin, and it was ridiculously high, up to a few hundred meters high. The bottom part is two or three meters thick, and the highest part is probably only the size of a bowl, and from the bottom it looks so small that only a small point remains, as if someone had pierced a hole from under the ground with a sharp cone four or five hundred meters long to let in light. You can't see the sky upwards, so it doesn't go straight to the top of the mountain, but the light somewhere is refracted and shines down.

According to normal weather, unless it is facing the sun, otherwise the light will not be able to shine so far through the small hole, and I don't know if this is a natural formation, or someone created it with divine power, which is really shocking.

In the hall, it is as if you have just been vacuumed with a vacuum cleaner, no, there should be an extraordinary force field here, and dust will not enter, including the passage you have just walked through.

Yuancheng muttered: "It's amazing, it's Penglai Wonderland, the cave of the gods, I don't know if it's Dayu's slush claws?"

Both of their eyes fell on the tripod, this tripod is made of a strong red material, like copper not copper, like stone not stone; there are many runes and several sets of patterns on the tripod, an emperor led his subjects to fight with the water demon, and some of them are digging soil in the mountains and draining the canal to release water.