Chapter Seventy-Eight: Linglong Immortal Palace
On the wilderness, a man and a sheep ran wildly.
This time, Ye Feilong and the other Flying Feather Guards didn't catch up again, no matter how powerful the five people were, the human-faced spider demon was definitely enough for them to drink a pot.
After rushing out for more than thirty miles in one go, Xia Qing and the white demon stopped, Xia Qing nibbled on a bun, and threw a piece of barbecue and a bottle of water to the white demon. The latter was very careful, did not touch the barbecue at all, did not even drink water, opened the lid and sniffed it before stepping aside and drinking the snow water that flowed down from the high mountains.
After resting for a while, the two continued on their way, and finally came to a cave at noon.
The entrance of the cave is not big, it seems to be just a natural grotto, walk in only to find that there is a cave inside, there are holes in the hole, there are strange stones and crystal stalactites everywhere, the sound of dripping water is endless. The groundwater pooled together to form a meandering stream, with fish and even unknown poisonous snakes in the water, and the air was filled with the fluctuations of ancient prohibitions, and a stone sculpture could be seen at intervals. These stone carvings include tigers, nine-headed dogs, and humanoid stone carvings, which appear to be the guards of the cave, but all of them have their heads cut off, without exception.
"Little fox, this is what you call the Linglong Immortal Palace, where is the mural?" Xia Qing became vigilant, feeling an indescribable danger, and at the same time, he didn't know if it was an illusion or something, and he faintly felt a sense of intimacy when he arrived here. But he can be sure that he has never been to this place.
The white demon led the way in front, quickly navigating through the rocks, and seemed to be very familiar with the terrain here, "It's almost there, just ahead." ”
Xia Qing silently followed behind, and slowly, the light became weaker and weaker. Xia Qing lit the torch and followed closely behind the white demon.
After continuing to walk for half an hour, the eyes suddenly opened up, and an ancient palace appeared in front of the two of them. Large and small palaces together, only afraid of no less than a thousand, there are corridors connected between the palaces, carved beams and painted buildings, there are many reliefs on the eaves, and there are even rockeries and fake waters, the air ripples with a rich heaven and earth vitality, just like a cultivation cave. But unfortunately, most of the palaces have collapsed and have long been abandoned. On the archway in front of the palace group, there are engraved four big characters of 'Linglong Fairy Palace', and the ghostly light is flashing.
Xia Qing was shocked, if it weren't for the white demon leading the way, he wouldn't have expected that there would be such an ancient ruin in the cave. Linglong Immortal Palace, is it possible, this was once a place for immortals to cultivate?
Xia Qing subconsciously walked forward, wanting to get closer and take a closer look, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly felt that he had touched something under his feet, and when he looked down, it was a translucent silk thread, and there were two gloomy stone statues standing nearby, one on the left and one on the right, each holding a large knife that was one person long.
"Be careful, if you trip over the silk thread, your head is about to move, there are such magic circles everywhere in the Linglong Immortal Palace! Follow me, remember, you must take care of the torch in your hand, and don't go to a place where the fire can't shine. The white demon was cautious, looked around frequently, seemed to be scrupling about something, and took Xia Qing step by step towards the archway.
Xia Qing was even more uneasy, "Little fox, why?
"Hehe, without light, it's a dead end. ”
The white demon sneered, continued to walk, and when he arrived in front of the archway, he raised his torch and saw a huge mural.
The painting depicts an unfathomable abyss, the fog fills the comic surface and is gray, and at first glance it seems to be nothing mysterious. But if you look closely, there are many strange rocks in the abyss, and you are afraid that they are no less than hundreds of millions of feet high, which makes people's legs feel weak; there is even wind in your ears, and you can hear the whirring sound of the cold wind blowing, it seems that you are not standing on the ground to observe the picture, but people are standing on the edge of the cliff in the painting; in the abyss, the laughter of the devil, the cry of the child and the wailing of the ghost are intertwined, and countless faces appear in the mist; these faces are still very familiar, father, old lady, Auntie, Shi Xuanxuan and the others were among them, some of them were expressionless, some of them were full of blood and wailing, and they stretched out their hands and danced as if they wanted to drag Xia Qing into the abyss. For a moment, Xia Qing was uneasy, his soul seemed to have floated out of his body, and he opened his mouth to call for help but couldn't make a sound.
"Boy, if you don't want to fall into the abyss of death, don't stare at it!" the white demon suddenly snapped.
At this time, Xia Qing came back to his senses with an exclamation, the person stood still in place, but his clothes were already soaked with cold sweat, "Little fox, what is this?"
"The abyss of death, according to legend, is the ultimate destination of all living souls! Don't stare at the abyss, look at the trick next to the mural, that's the recipe for the abyss!" the white demon prompted, and slowly retreated without showing a trace.
Xia Qing raised the torch, and sure enough, he found that there was a small word engraved next to the mural, and the beginning part was the abyss secret taught by the white demon, and then looked down, it was another exercise, Xia Qing unexpectedly found that it was actually the Haoqi Eternal Survival Recipe that he had cultivated since childhood, but it was more refined and complete, and there were some more key explanations. Maybe it's because of the age, some places are blurry, Xia Qing was about to wipe the dust on it to see clearly, the white demon shouted, "Don't move, kid, don't touch the wall if you don't want to die!"
In the darkness, there was a sudden laughter, the sound was cold and weird, making the two hearts in Xia Qing's body shake.
Xia Qing hurriedly stopped, feeling an indescribable power fluctuation in the air, somewhat similar to the aura of demons such as Yin Yue Night, but more than a hundred times thicker.
"The demonic aura is thicker, damn it!"
The white demon muttered, as if he had also heard a terrible laugh, there was deep fear in his eyes, and he retreated one after another, farther away from Xia Qing, and found a night pearl out of nowhere, "Boy, I have already given you the abyss recipe you want, now, tell me the complete Heavenly Demon Transformation Skill, hurry up!"
"Do you want to cultivate the Heavenly Demon Transformation Skill and break my aunt's seal to get out of trouble by yourself?" Xia Qing instantly understood the purpose of the white demon.
"Of course, why risk bringing you here?"
The white demon stared at Xia Qing and looked around frequently, as if he was even more nervous than Xia Qing, "Hurry up, I'll count three times, and immediately pass on the Heavenly Demon Transformation Skill to me! Otherwise, don't blame me for extinguishing your torch with a flying stone! When the time comes, you will have great ability, and you will also become a revenant under the claws of the Immortal Kingdom Shadow Demon!"
"Immortal Shadow Demon, are you talking about the guards of the Linglong Immortal Palace?" Xia Qing asked.
"Wrong, it's not a guard, it's a super big demon trapped here by the Ancient Immortal Kingdom, it's a demon god!Boy, say the Heavenly Demon Transformation Skill, quickly!Three, two......" The white demon urged, and before he finished speaking, a sneer came from the darkness again, and the wind was raging, and an invisible coercion spread to every corner of the palace complex.