The long flag, under the blowing of the strong wind, kept moving, a huge red character flying in the air, red like blood, it seems that every word is going to fly out of the banner, the red color makes people feel extremely depressed, other book friends look at it normally:. Gu Yan drove the Jinyun Disc and followed Zhancheng unhurriedly, while Duan Yingsleeve and her subordinates quickly swept past the altar, Zhancheng stood in the middle of the altar, he raised the short staff in his hand, and struck three times lightly towards the long banner again.

The short wooden staff hit the cloth long flag, but it made a "bang" sound like the symphony of gold and iron, Gu Yan felt like a sound of tapping the door knocker, and the three blows of Zhancheng seemed to be knocking on an ancient gate.

Duan Yingsleeve was already standing on the side of the altar at this time, her face was solemn, she looked a little nervous, staring at the altar in front of her tightly, and her eyes were not wrong.

The fluttering long flag, after being struck three times by Zhancheng, suddenly stopped, all the words froze, and then it made a strange sound like a whimper, and suddenly silently cracked to the left and right, and behind the altar, a door was revealed.

Duan Yingsleeve and Zhancheng rushed forward quickly, all of his subordinates followed behind them, only Gu Yan took a step back, she keenly saw that when Zhancheng rushed in with his men, Lu Xuanji, who had been following him and never left him, deliberately stayed, he took out a small flag from his arms, and kept waving towards the long banner that had been split in half, and kept holding talismans in his hands. And the crimson words on the long banner began to slowly float down from the cloth, and then attached to the flag in Lu Xuanji's hand one by one.

Everyone rushed through the door. Except for Gu Yan, no one saw his action. All these actions were probably only completed within a few breaths, and then Lu Xuanji put away the flag and quickly chased after it. Gu Yan's footsteps stopped, and he hung on Zuihou not far away.

This passage was the one she and Xia Ruoqiu had walked through when they came to the main hall, but it looked a little different. on the walls around it. Every other step, a lantern is lit, emitting a faint light. A little bit of dim light swayed in the breeze. There are murals carved on the walls, which seem to be scenes of war, some are blue-faced and fanged devils, some are spirit beasts with wings and flying to the sky, and sometimes you will see those Taoists wearing strange clothes, and they can destroy the world with a gesture, and other book friends can see it normally:. Gu Yan couldn't help but wonder in a reverie, could this be the battle between immortals and demons in ancient times, which changed the world and changed the world?

In antiquity. Those immortals with ** power, and demon beasts that can survive for 10,000 years, coexist peacefully with the monks in the same shijie. But there were several immortal and demon wars in a row, and those immortals fought with demon beasts. and because of the battle for Taoism, they fought with each other, which eventually led to the collapse of the entire shijie, and later they used ** force to extract the essence of the entire shijie and become the high spiritual sky fairy world, and left this mortal world to ordinary monks. That was a long time ago, I didn't know what happened hundreds of thousands of years ago, and with the decline of the immortal cultivation world now, these things are rarely mentioned. The secrets of antiquity are even more unknown.

If this is really the tomb of the Qingdi in ancient times, then it is not strange that there are some murals engraved with the imprints of that era, but Gu Yan has a faint suspicion, just because the style of this ancient tomb and the arrangement of the formation are too similar to the style of the current immortal cultivation world, not like the ethereal immortal gods in ancient times, she made up her mind to wait and see, just followed behind, silent. Of course, there are benefits to be taken, but she understands the essence of the word "quit greed", as a loose cultivator without background and support, greed is enough to bury her life.

And Xia Ruoqiu's attitude was diametrically opposed to her, after seeing the murals on the wall, her breathing involuntarily became short, as a senior disciple of the Danding faction, she naturally saw the classics hidden in the faction, and there were also sporadic records about the ancient period, the murals here, all of them are consistent with those records, she really believes now, this is the tomb of the Qingdi in ancient times, so what is buried in it is not from the ancient immortals?

You must know that in ancient times, every magic weapon refined by those immortals could be included in the flow of immortal weapons, and in the current cangwu, there are only a few immortal monks who can have an immortal weapon in their hands. Even if this mausoleum has been excavated by others, then at least there will be something handed down, and the immortal weapons used by the Qing Emperor must not be ordinary. Xia Ruoqiu's face had a joy that could not be concealed, and she was even thinking about how to explain to her master when she went back. This time, I just couldn't get in the way, and I felt that if I didn't come here for a trip, and it would be difficult to go back and explain to that weird-tempered uncle, how could I get such a big opportunity?

Everyone silently walked a pillar of incense in the corridor, and the lights in front of them gradually became brighter, but Gu Yan had a strange feeling, it seemed that the time was much longer than the first time he walked on the corridor. That time, it took me less than a pillar of incense to reach the exit, but now the time has exceeded that time, and there is still no end in sight.

Gu Yan looked at the everlasting lamp on the wall out of the corner of his eye, the appearance seemed to be very similar to the seven-star lamp in front of the tomb gate, every dozen steps, there would be an oil urn, and there was a thick layer of lamps in it, and the wick was immersed in it. Gu Yan sniffed with his nose, turned his eyes, and looked at the team in front of him.

In this long procession, Duan Yingsleeve walked in front with people, in the middle was Zhancheng, protected by his subordinates left and right in the middle, Lu Xuanji had already caught up at this time, walking on the tail of the team, not far from him was Xia Ruoqiu, she was moving forward at this time, while looking at the surrounding murals excitedly, as if she had found something terrible. And Gu Yan was six or seven steps behind her in Zuihou.

Gu Yan's eyes rolled, and he quietly slowed down his steps, embellished on the side of the team, and slowly got dozens of steps away from the nearest Xia Ruoqiu. Those people just kept burying their heads forward, and they didn't notice that Gu Yan was already lagging behind.

She looked ahead with vigilant eyes, and then slowly took out the vermilion mirror from her arms, the dim mirror emitted a dim light against the background of the oil lamp, and it was not noticed, Gu Yan gently swiped on the mirror, and one by one the runes were quickly printed by her, and then a very strange pattern appeared on the mirror. Slowly, her eyes lit up.

Gu Yan carefully looked at the direction that Duan Yingsleeve was taking, revealing a thoughtful look, her fingers seemed to be gently calculating something, at this time everyone had already come to a fork in the road, Duan Yingsleeve turned to the left, and the people behind followed her, Gu Yan, who was dragging Zuihou, arrived at that bend, she suddenly flashed, and then quietly disappeared behind the crowd.

Just when Gu Yan was gone, the longbow on Duan Ying's sleeve suddenly sounded silently, and she made a "zheng" sound, her brows suddenly furrowed, she glanced back with the corner of her eye, and suddenly stopped.

As soon as she stopped, Zhancheng also stopped, and the subordinates behind him were all brushing zhanzhu, as if they were a person. Zhan Cheng said coldly: "Princess Duan, why did you stop? ”

Duan Yingsleeve looked at the cane in Zhancheng's hand, and the Missing Moon Wutong was turned into a short staff that was only a few feet long, and seemed to be holding it in his hand without care. Duan Yingsleeve showed a smile, "The tomb gate is not far away, but before that, I want to borrow something from Brother Zhan first." ”

Zhan Cheng was stunned and said, "What is it?" ”

Duan Yingsleeve smiled and said, "It's the moonless sycamore in your hand!" The word zuihou burst out of her mouth, and suddenly she twisted her lips and whistled, and let out an extremely sharp whistle, a penetrating sound that seemed to pierce every stone wall, making everyone's ear chakras buzz. Then Duan Yingsleeve's palms struck each other, and his body suddenly retreated backwards.

Her movements were extremely fast, like lightning, and Mo Rigen, Zhu Yan's subordinates seemed to have formed a natural formation, and they rushed straight to the stone wall behind them, and the wall that looked extremely hard turned into paper paste in an instant, and they easily passed through the wall. Then the lights in the entire corridor went out at the same time!

Zhan Cheng waved the short staff in his hand, and almost at the same time as the light went out, he had already broken off and shouted: "Don't move!" All the men behind him stopped at his drink, and one of them had already lit a fire.

In the dim light of the fire, they were surprised to see that there were patches of hard stone walls in front of them, and there was no exit in sight, Duan Yingsleeve led them to a dead end, and the wall they had passed through was closed again at this time. Lu Xuanji said in a low voice: "Young Master, are we trapped in the Luo Shen Array?" ”

Zhan Cheng shook his head, "This shouldn't be a change in the Roselle Great Array. He shook the short staff in his hand, "The Lack of Moon Sycamore is the root of the Luo Shen Great Array, and it is also the key to open the tomb door, she is planning to take the Lack of Moon Sycamore in my hand, and she just wants to swallow it alone." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly looked back, "Where are those two women?" ”

Lu Xuanji also looked back at this time, and was stunned to find that Gu Yan and Xia Ruoqiu, who had fallen on Zuihou's face, had actually lost their traces at the same time! (To be continued)