"That's weird!

If these stones can be moved out, they can be used as weapons, and even those peak Dao weapons can be crushed, even if it is Ma Fei's Taixuan Sword mortal, I am afraid that this stone will not be able to be smashed. ”

It was the first time Ling Xiao had seen such a strange thing.

He realized that the stones were treasures.

It's a pity that it can't be smashed, broken, or taken away at all.

After struggling for a while, Ling Xiao gave up.

There was such a big commotion just now, and there was not the slightest sound coming from the white jade gate and the white jade road twenty or thirty meters away, and it was basically certain that there would be no living creatures inside.

Coming to the white jade gate, Ling Xiao stopped slightly.

This stone door is very rough, only the door frame, no façade, is made of stalactites, built in a very simple and casual way, full of primitive rough beauty, the door frame can just accommodate a person to enter, if a little fat, will feel a little stuck.

Behind the door is a corridor that can only accommodate one person.

Ling Xiao observed carefully.

He couldn't be sure how long the stone gate had been around.

It is as if it has come out of the vicissitudes of ancient times, quietly waiting here for thousands of years.

Apart from the mottled rock textures, there is not the slightest trace of artificiality.

"The stone gate is made of stalactites, and it costs at least thirty or forty stalactites to spend on the entire stone gate, and the bottom of these stalactites exposed outside is as smooth as a mirror, and it is clear that it is a trace of cutting down with a supreme weapon, but what kind of power can cut off this stalactite?"

Ling Xiao rubbed against the stone gate, and his heart was extremely shocked.

He had seen the hardness of stalactites for a long time.

Even if it is an imitation of the Taixuan Sword in Ma Fei's hand, at most, it can leave a shallow mark on this stalactite, but it is impossible to cut it off.

Entering the White Jade Gate, Ling Xiao entered the White Jade Yong Road.

"This white jade Yongdao, it is all made of stalactites stacked and inlaid, these oval mirror-like things, should be the root of stalactites, by people with supreme power, Qi root cut down, the root outward, piled up into this Yongdao. ”

Ling Xiao walked in the white jade road and observed carefully.

On the wall of the road, a stalactite mirror the size of a person's face reflects the brilliance, and the jade color is bright, as if hundreds of rounds of jade plates and bright moons appear on the wall, weird and beautiful.

Ling Xiao reached out and stroked the wall.

A faint warm sensation came into the palm of the hand.

It's like touching a woman's skin.

I walked along such a beautiful white jade road for about a few hundred meters, and finally came to the end.

"This white jade Yongdao, I'm afraid that it used thousands of stalactites, what kind of person is it, who has such a terrifying power and magical power, and cut down so many white jade stalactites in one go. ”

The more shocked Ling Xiao became.

At this time, he came to the end of the corridor.

A spacious and neat stone chamber came into view.

The wall of the stone room is smooth, square, about more than 40 square meters, on the opposite wall, there is an ancient painting, about one meter wide and two meters long, but there is a portrait on it, the painting is a green shirt fluttering, standing on the top of the lonely peak, holding a simple sword woman, slim figure, bright lines, at a glance is a peerless female fairy-like feeling.

The only regret is that the face of the woman in this painting is blurred and has no facial features.

I don't know if I didn't paint it, or if someone later wore off my facial features.

Ling Xiao didn't look closely at the woman in the painting.

Because his heart was beating wildly in the next moment.

Because he saw that under this ancient painting, on a white jade bed, a person was lying on his back, his head was snow-white, his hands were folded on his lower abdomen, his feet were together, lying quietly, as if he was asleep.

"Anyone?"

Ling Xiao swallowed.

Could it be that he is the master of this stone room?

Being able to live in such an environment, and being able to cut down so many incomparably hard white jade stalactites, cast the white jade stone gate and the white jade Yongdao, and open up this stone room, how terrible will be the strength of such a person!

Could it be that he is an immortal?

Ling Xiao was nervous.

He stood with bated breath for a moment.

But I saw that the white man on the stone bed still did not move at all.

"No, if this person was still alive, he would have heard such a big commotion outside before, and he wouldn't have fallen asleep so quietly, could it be-"

Ling Xiao's heart moved.

The so-called artist is bold, at this time, instead of retreating, he slowly approached the past.

The closer you go, the more you can see the white man on the stone bed.

But unfortunately, the white man's face, for some reason, was covered with a white handkerchief, so I couldn't see what he really looked like.

And on the white handkerchief, with extremely delicate embroidery, embroidered a line of egrets in the sky, on the water below, there is a pair of mandarin ducks are snuggling up to each other and flowing downstream, a sweet and happy taste overflowing.

This white man was wearing a strange and ancient robe, which had some similarities with the standard robes of the disciples of the Taixian Sect, but if you looked closely, it was completely different.

"Senpai!"

Ling Xiao tried to open his mouth tentatively.

But before the words fell, the figure on the bed underwent an extremely strange change.

Maybe it was because Ling Xiao opened his mouth to speak, bringing a gust of wind, and the mandarin duck Jinpa, which covered the face of the white-haired mysterious person, moved slightly and lifted a corner.

Because of this, Ling Xiao vaguely saw the face of this mysterious white-haired person.

At this moment, his heart was shocked.

"Mother?"

Ling Xiao couldn't help but exclaim.

It was as if he had been devoured by thunder, and his whole body was almost shocked to faint.

What did he see?

The face under the mandarin duck brocade was almost exactly the same as his mother in the Hongwu Continent, and at the moment when the brocade was slightly lifted, Ling Xiao really thought that he had seen his mother, not only her appearance, but even the mole at the corner of her mouth, and that kind of expression and temperament, which was almost exactly the same as when her mother was asleep.

How is this possible?

Ling Xiao felt like he had seen a ghost.

Mother is in the Hongwu Continent, and she is alive and well, how can she appear here?

Almost at such a moment of stunnedness, a faint glimmer of light flashed.

The white-haired figure of the suspected mother, who was lying on the white jade bed, suddenly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye in an instant, and the originally smooth muscles and skin suddenly collapsed like a dry sand sculpture, and the color became dull, and finally turned into patches of blue and gray!

The whole process is extremely weird.

The white-haired mysterious man seemed to suddenly melt into the air, leaving behind a faint pile of blue ash.

By the time Ling Xiao reacted, everything had already settled.

He rushed over in shock, grabbed the mandarin duck Jinpa who had fallen to the bed, and could no longer stop it from happening, watching this mysterious man who looked very much like his mother turn into ashes, and could no longer be sure of anything.

What the hell is going on?

Why did this white-haired man suddenly turn to ashes when he was lying on the white jade bed?

What is certain is that this white-haired mysterious man, a long, long time ago, has passed away, and perhaps for some reason, the body is very well preserved.

It was precisely because of Ling Xiao's arrival that there was a certain change in this stone chamber, so it finally turned into a puddle of blue and gray.

It's just, why is she so similar to her mother?

One thought after another, in Ling Xiao's mind, exploded like firecrackers, and it was impossible to contain it at all.

Ling Xiao felt that what he had seen and heard today was extremely weird, and he couldn't understand it at all with normal logic.

"Maybe this white-haired mysterious person is just a little similar to his mother, or from a certain point of view, he is very similar to his mother, and there is nothing to do with the two!"

Ling Xiao only tried to convince himself.