The first abseiling, Ling Feng was very unfamiliar, stumbling during the descent, but fortunately, at this time, his martial arts had become a little accomplished, and he was gradually familiar with the control of his body, and finally descended to the bottom of the cliff without danger. The rope is naturally left on the cliff, which may be a safe passage for them to return.

The two men alternated in skirmish formations to cover the advance. Zhou Zihan was holding an assault rifle, exploring the road in front of him, Ling Feng was holding a gun in his right hand, and he was holding a military stab in his left hand and following closely. Ling Feng did not have professional military training, and many tactical actions were not in place, but he followed behind Zhou Zihan, carefully observed Zhou Zihan's movements, and deliberately imitated them.

There was silence all around, save for the rustle of their steps on the gravel.

The two of them slowly touched the stone wall in the middle.

Zhou Zihan stretched out his left hand and clenched his fist, and Ling Feng quickly stopped and was on guard.

Along the way, no trace of any creatures was found. Zhou Zihan looked down at the detection radar on his wrist, and there was no other creature in the radar range except for the red dots that showed him and Ling Feng.

& Wind, you take pictures of all the murals on the stone wall, and I'll look around. Zhou Zihan and Pang Ba were besieged by that unknown creature in the mountain, Pang Ba climbed the rock with his bare hands to cover Zhou Zihan, and the two were separated under the cliff, but now there are no clues under the cliff, which makes Zhou Zihan very uneasy.

Ling Feng let out an "oh", stuffed the pistol into the pistol, turned on the flashlight and began to observe the murals on the stone wall.

The murals on the stone walls look a little mottled, but the colors are still bright, and I don't know how long it has passed.

It is a continuous narrative mural. The few paintings in front of Ling Feng were estimated to be in the middle of the range, depicting humans in ancient costumes fighting some monsters, which was very common in many religious texts.

Ling Feng slowly walked forward, looking for the source of the mural.

Turning the stone wall, there is a stone gate in front of you, it is pitch black inside without any light source, and there is no reflection when the flashlight shines into it, obviously the passage behind the stone gate is very deep. There were several cracks in the stone wall in front of him, and the murals on the stone wall were scratched beyond recognition. There are several huge rocks under the stone wall, which apparently fell from the mountain and destroyed the murals.

The deep passage made Ling Feng very uneasy, he didn't bother to study the murals, he directly took out his camera and took pictures one by one in order, anyway, he didn't have any research on archaeology, these murals should be handed over to professionals to identify.

&Wind, come here. Zhou Zihan's call came from the headset.

The communicator has long been unable to receive signals from the outside, but there is still no problem with the point-to-point connection between the two, and I have to say that the equipment of the G9 is still very advanced.

Ling Feng sped up his photo, almost completely ignoring the contents of the mural, but a mural still made him stop.

In the mural, a human hero wearing heavy armor leads the human warriors into a siege of monsters and is fighting bloodily. The monsters are so dense that you can barely see the edges. A monster is flapping its short wings on its back, leaping high, and separating the head of a human warrior with one claw, and the monster's hideous face, swift posture, and ferocious movements are vividly portrayed with a few simple strokes.

Ling Feng felt that the monster in this mural was very similar to the unidentified creature described in Zhou Zihan's mouth. If this is the case, then the murals here are not just exaggerated descriptions used by the ancients, but may be close to the reality of the time, and may even reveal the origin of the monsters.

At the corner of the stone wall is a large bronze stupa about four meters high, with seven floors, surrounded by eighteen small prayer wheels. The stupa had broken in two, and the top of the pagoda was tilted to the side, overpowering four or five prayer wheels. Zhou Zihan did not see precious antiquities such as stupas and prayer wheels, but only carefully groped around the pagoda.

Ling Feng rushed here after photographing all the murals, and saw that Zhou Zihan was looking down to search, so he picked up a prayer wheel and took a closer look.

The prayer wheel is heavy in hand, the whole is a gray brown, and the surface is engraved with Tibetan mantras with silver thunder patterns, and the appearance is extremely simple, which is obviously an extremely delicate magic weapon. There was a knock out mark on the prayer wheel, showing a dazzling yellow, and he felt that the prayer wheel in his hand was probably made of pure gold.

Ling Feng was very excited, but when he looked up, he found that Zhou Zihan had disappeared behind the pagoda.

For a moment, fear filled his heart. He called in Maili, only a rustle came from the headset, and he looked down at the detection radar on his wrist, and the light point representing Zhou Zihan had disappeared without a trace.

He extinguished the flashlight, stuffed the prayer wheel into his backpack, and pulled out the 56th Army Thorn to be on full alert.

There was silence in the night vision goggles, and no trace of Zhou Zihan was found.

To be honest, before coming here, Ling Feng was just an ordinary person who didn't worry about food and clothing, he had neither undergone special training, nor experienced the moment of life and death, in this strange and dangerous environment, he couldn't get any help, at this time he had to force himself to calm down, analyze the current situation, and clarify the direction of the next step.

Ling Feng suppressed his thoughts, silently operated his internal strength, and after a short time, his internal strength spread all over his body, even if he was attacked by a surprise attack at this time, he was somewhat sure that he would hold on for a while. Suddenly, he felt a vague suction coming from his backpack, which he would almost not have felt at all if it weren't for the internal energy.

He reached out and fumbled in his backpack, and as soon as he touched the prayer wheel that he had put into his hand, he clearly felt the suction. Almost instinctively, he used his power in the palm of his hand. Suddenly, a great suction force came out of the prayer wheel, and he didn't have time to resist at all, and his whole body power poured out of his left hand like the flooding of the Yellow River and entered the prayer wheel.

The original color of the prayer wheel was black, but since absorbing the power, it gradually showed a dark bright yellow, and the more the power gushed out, the more dazzling the color became, and in the end, it was extremely bright gold.

Of course, Ling Feng understood that if his power was exhausted, he would be paralyzed at best, and he would die of exhaustion. He tried his best to gather his strength, but his power did not heed the call and poured out of his body, which he had never encountered before, and he was at a loss for a moment. He didn't want to sit still, so he could only use his internal strength to resist the great suction coming from the prayer wheel. He was tempted to throw the prayer wheel in the ground, but it was firmly attached to his hand and could not be shaken off several times in a row.

Gradually, the true qi in his body was about to be exhausted, and he was very unwilling, frantically operating his internal breath, concentrating the last internal energy and inputting it into the prayer wheel. Although he practiced internal kung fu for a short time, but the entry was extraordinary, at this time he concentrated his whole body strength in a desperate gamble, the momentum was extremely pressing, and a pure internal strength torrent poured into the prayer wheel, even if both were defeated, he also vowed to burst the prayer wheel.

After all the internal strength left his body, he fell to the ground with a sour body, and the color of the prayer wheel in his hand became more and more brilliant. The suction from the prayer wheel disappeared with the disappearance of his internal force, and at this time he vaguely understood that it was the internal force that he triggered that caused the suction of the prayer wheel, and maybe he would not end up as promised if he didn't run his internal strength.

It's just that it seems too late to regret at this point.

Ling Feng lay on the ground, no longer had the slightest strength in his body, and looked at the prayer wheel in his hand and let out a long sigh. At first, he wanted to lose it but couldn't throw it away, but now he can lose it but doesn't have the strength to lose it, he really doesn't understand that such a simple magic weapon can have such an evil function.

The vitality in his body was slowly passing, he lay quietly, without thinking about anything, and in the last wait, he actually entered the ethereal realm.

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