Seeing the second mural, Lin Luoran couldn't help but be surprised.

It's still the same mountain, but what is depicted in the mural is a grand wedding in the cultivation world. In the open square that can accommodate thousands of people, a couple of newlyweds are holding hands and looking at each other, because they only draw their backs, they can't see the faces of the bride and groom, they can only look from behind, the groom is wearing a high crown, the robe on his body is similar to a Tang costume, and the bride is wearing a palace dress, what makes Lin Luoran suspicious is a bead hairpin in the bride's hair - although there are only a few strokes, Lin Luoran is 100% sure that it must be "Zhaoxue"!

The bride...... Is it a white fairy?

The white fairy was asleep at this time, and Lin Luoran carefully memorized the details of the mural in his mind and did not say anything.

Wen Guanjing may still be immersed in the prominent of Shu Mountain in the past, even if he sees Lin Luoran's expression different, he will not notice a small bead hairpin worn by the woman in the mural.

"What is this?" Lin Luoran pretended to be curious and asked.

Wen Guanjing stabilized his mind, carefully identified for a while, and looked at the wedding of the Xiuzhen realm where the guests were like clouds, the guests were dressed differently, both Buddhism and Taoism, and the strange costumes had their own merits, and they could probably identify that the groom was wearing a Tang costume, and the bride was also wearing a palace dress, but it was undoubtedly in his Shushan realm - there are still records in the descendants of this square that can accommodate thousands of people, but strangely, this unprecedented grand Xiuzhen world wedding, in the notes of several families in Shushan, did not mention half of it!

It shouldn't be...... He sorted out these words and made Lin Luoran even more confused.

The wedding that alarmed all sects and sects, but was not recorded, what is hidden in this? Could it have something to do with the fate of the white fairy now? Lin Luoran didn't know why, but he had this somewhat absurd idea in his heart.

Perhaps, in the underground palace, there is the truth she wants to know...... Lin Luoran glanced at the gate at the end, took a deep breath, and left his footsteps in front of the third mural.

Unlike the location of the first two murals, the third mural is in a different location, in the middle of the desert, there are many monks, all looking up at the sky.

The sky is a circle of colorful aperture, in addition to the monks looking up on the desert, there are many monks who have already flown into the aperture, some of their bodies are in most of it, and there are also those whose clothes have just been stained with the aperture.

Lin Luoran's fingers trembled slightly, "Senior brother, come and see." ”

"Huh?" Wen Guanjing carefully recognized it for a while, and the expression on his face changed, remembering a theory that was now commonly circulated in the cultivation realm about the sudden disappearance of the Yuanying Monk a thousand years ago.

Suddenly, a colorful divine light fell from the sky, and there was an oracle in the upper realm...... What did this "edict" say, the low-level monks naturally didn't know, but as soon as they "gave an edict", the Yuanying masters disappeared mysteriously.

According to the mural, was it taken away by this colorful circle of light? Wen Guanjing's heart was pounding, now the aura of the earth is not as good as day by day, and the cultivation is becoming more and more difficult, if you can find the mystery of the departure of the Yuanying monk, can you open another path of cultivation?

He looked at Lin Luoran, could it be that she also thought of this?

The two of them took a closer look at the murals, but the desert land was the same everywhere, and there were different terrains in the secret realm, and they didn't feel any different from the sand elsewhere after looking at it for a long time, and it was definitely impossible to find this place.

Lin Luoran was a little disappointed, and suddenly remembered that this was the third mural, looking at the length of this stone road, there are two more that can't be stopped, maybe there is still information later?

I quickly moved two steps in front of the fourth mural, but I was disappointed that the fourth mural turned out to be blank!

It's not the kind of blank space that hasn't been painted, but it's an inch deeper than the previous mark, the walls are neat and flat, and the murals here have been erased by people with magical powers......

What's drawn in the back?

Could it be that the secret of the sudden disappearance of the infant monk is in it?

Who erased it?

Lin Luoran and Wen Guanjing were naturally extremely disappointed, and after hesitating for a while, the two came to the stone gate, where two wood-carved Pixiu were carved on both sides of the stone gate, but they were not the same as the ordinary Pixiu Rui Beast, with two horns on their heads.

"Pixiu's main wealth, one corner is 'Tianlu', and the two corners are 'warding off evil spirits', here...... It's a mausoleum! Wen Guanjing muttered to himself at first, and suddenly raised his head and said to Lin Luoran.

The mausoleum is the tomb, Lin Luoran frowned, how did Wen Guanjing find something and found the tomb, she usually doesn't read books like "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", the tombs of those emperors and generals are all strange, this is obviously the tomb of the cultivator, and isn't it more dangerous?

Wen Guanjing also frowned, and then took out the parchment map again, and carefully checked the strange text on it, but it didn't say that this place was a mausoleum.

Compared with the mystery of the disappearance of the ancestors of Shushan and the Yuanying monk thousands of years ago, Wen Guanjing finally took the picture into his arms and chose the latter. Tentatively pushed the stone door, but a fire burst out for no reason, burning Wen Guanjing's sleeves, fortunately he reacted quickly and quickly tore off his sleeves, otherwise even his hands would be burned.

The cultivator has many methods, this is naturally not an ordinary fire, Wen Guanjing did not dare to try again easily, thought for a while, tried a few Shushan forbidden methods, the red light on the stone door flashed, and it actually opened slowly.

Wen Guanjing's weak sweat finally took it back, and because he was afraid that there would be danger, he walked in front by himself. Lin Luoran followed closely, and when the corners of his skirt were swinging, he always felt that the wood carvings on both sides of the stone gate had vivid eyes, not like a dead thing.

Lin Luoran guessed that the door must be a lifeless tomb, but he didn't expect that it was a circle below the ground, extremely clean, with a huge pool, in which lotus flowers were planted, either pink or white, and occasionally a few purple flowers were mixed in, which was even more indescribably enchanting and charming.

The fragrance of lotus lingering on the nose is very clear, and if everything in front of you is an illusion, it is too real.

Lin Luoran looked at it with a clear eye, the lotus is still the lotus, the pool is still the pool, looking at it from afar, there is a round platform in the middle of the pool, and there is a pearl the size of a sea bowl on the top of the room, illuminating the lotus pond underground palace that is enough to accommodate thousands of people.

On the round platform, looking from Lin Luoran's side, there was a crystal coffin with a transparent body, Lin Luoran only glanced at it, and almost entered the magic barrier.

Wen Guanjing also sensed that something was wrong with Lin Luoran, and when he was about to pull her, Lin Luoran's feet were fluttering lightly, and he actually lit lotus flowers under his feet, and wanted to go to the round platform.

"Senior Sister Lin!" Wen Guanjing shouted in surprise and chased after him.

Lin Luoran's cultivation was taller than him, but he came to the round platform in a moment, and the whole person seemed to be lowered his head, and went to the crystal coffin, hearing Wen Guanjing's shout, she turned around and took a look, and quickly looked at the crystal coffin, with a dull expression.

The crystal coffin is white and flawless, and the whole body is transparent under the illumination of the pearl light.

Looking through the lid of the coffin, a woman dressed in palace clothes was lying quietly in it, with her hair in a bun and clouds, her eyebrows like daisies, her lips were slightly red, her cheeks were full and ruddy, and a peony flower in her hair was also very fresh, and the whole person was gorgeous, and it seemed that she was just asleep......

"Senior Sister Lin, retreat!" Wen Guanjing finally caught up, ready to reach out to pull her away, Lin Luoran heard him shouting so loudly, a trace of clarity flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the person in the crystal coffin, frightened to death-

The eyes, the eyebrows, the lips, the faint arrogance, lying in the coffin, is clearly the white fairy!

Could this be the corpse of a white fairy?!

As soon as Lin Luoran's thought flashed, the eyes of the person in the coffin suddenly opened, and a ray of fine light suddenly burst out, and she disappeared into Lin Luoran's face in an instant......