The two of them continued to walk forward.

The warrior monk said: "In this tunnel, not only can you not touch the patterns on the wall, but you must not make loud noises, nor can you use too powerful martial arts methods, otherwise it will trigger the formation patterns on the wall. Once the formation patterns of the entire tunnel are all triggered, you and I will definitely die. ”

Zhao Peng was reluctant to say more.

The warrior monk smiled slightly, as if he wanted to express his apologies with this smile, but he didn't know if Zhao Peng could feel it.

Zhao Peng only thought in his heart: "The wild goose flew away from Zhaojia Mountain, the speed is extremely fast, this place is thousands of miles away from the Hanging Bell City where the Zhao family is located, and it belongs to the Origin City among the ten major cities of the Qingyun Empire. Around the city, there are majestic mountains and rivers, and the terrain is extremely steep, rich in all kinds of mysterious beast cubs and alchemy medicinal materials...... The Founding City is also a famous city, because I have never heard of such an underground tunnel deep in the forests around the Founding City, and I have never seen a similar record in the many books and classics of the Zhao family, the Hai family, and the refining family......

While I was thinking about it, there was already a fork in the road ahead.

The tunnel has come to an end, and there are three stairs in front of it, which extend in three directions.

The warrior monk led Zhao Peng into one of the stairs, only walked more than 100 meters, and encountered another fork in the road. After this fork in the road, there is another fork in the road......

The cycle went on and on, and it took nine forks in the road to come to the door of a dimly lit temple.

A small bronze bell about half a foot high hangs on the side of the door.

Next to the bronze bell, there is a bell and drum platform, with a small golden hammer, resting on the bell and drum platform.

The warrior monk picked up the small hammer, recited the mantra silently, and waved his hand towards the small bronze bell.

Airplanes!

The bell rings.

Circles of pale golden ripples spread outward from the bronze bell.

Wherever the ripples passed, the dim hall gradually brightened.

The bell rang melodiously until a few breaths had passed, and then faded away.

At this moment, the dim hall in front of him was already bright and bright, like the day under the rising sun, and the light in the line of sight was dazzling and delicate.

The two of them approached the main hall one after the other.

The warrior monk stopped first, and bowed several times in a row towards the four walls of the main hall.

Zhao Peng didn't know why, he didn't follow the warrior monk to bow, but narrowed his eyes slightly, and waited until his gaze adapted to the strong and stimulating light in the main hall before carefully looking at the surrounding walls.

Mysterious lines are carved on the wall.

Zhao Peng operated the Xuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, attached to his eyes, and took a closer look, but found that the lines were combined, which was a picture scroll.

On the wall of the temple gate when I came, there was a vast world painted, with ancient trees towering to the sky, mountains steep, without a trace of human population, and there was a rolling wind blowing to make those big trees that dozens of people can hug swaying and staggering......

With Zhao Peng's gaze, the picture scroll in front of him seemed to come to life!

It's as if ......

It's like a movie screen!

Zhao Peng was shocked and thought, "This painting ...... This picture actually seems to be real, is this also the method of people in the martial arts? It is so mysterious and weird, it is simply unheard of and unseen. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Peng suddenly felt that the mural in front of him gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it at all.

The main hall is boxy, there are four walls, in addition to the palace door under the wall where Zhao Peng and the warrior monk came in, there are also palace doors under the other three walls, but next to the three palace gates, there are no bronze bells, and there are no bells and drum platforms, some are just a drum, a golden bowl, and a silver gong.

After the warrior monk finished worshipping, he got up and was about to walk towards the gate of the palace with the silver gong, but found that Zhao Peng was standing still, so he stopped and asked, "Let's go." This hall stops here day and night, and it won't walk or run, and if you want to see it, there will be opportunities in the future, and we have other things to do tonight, so we don't have to stay here for long. ”

Zhao Peng pointed to the countless towering ancient trees and rugged mountains in the painting, and asked tentatively: "Why do I have a sense of familiarity with this mural?"

The warrior monk said, "You think you've seen this mural?"

"I just think that the style in this painting seems quite familiar. ”

Zhao Peng said casually, then shook his head, pointed to the other mural, and said: "And in this painting, these branches are smooth, and only some green leaves grow in the treetops, I seem to have a little impression......

"Let's go!"

The warrior monk glanced at the surrounding murals, as if he did not want to linger.

Zhao Peng suddenly became suspicious in his heart and asked: "A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the seniors just now, could it be that the seniors recognized this mural and knew the origin of this mural?"

The warrior monk turned around and walked to the door of the temple with the silver gong, without looking back, and said, "You feel that there is something familiar with the wind in the painting, called the wind of desire. As for the ancient trees with smooth trunks and only leaves in the treetops, they are called children of slaughter. ”

Zhao Peng followed the footsteps of the warrior monk and asked, "Is this wind of desire and the son of killing very famous?"

When he asked this, Zhao Peng thought in his heart: "Could it be that I have really seen this wind of desire and the son of killing, if it is not so, why does the warrior monk have a sense of déjà vu in my heart when he says these two names?"

The warrior monk walked to the temple gate and waved the gong mallet in a very strange gesture, knocking the silver gong lightly.

A bright light shone out from the silver gong, illuminating the door transparently.

Zhao Peng looked at it intently. I saw that there was nothing outside the door, but a bottomless abyss. If you are a little careless and fall down, there is nowhere to borrow strength in the air, even if Zhao Peng urges the peach talisman to improve his strength to the grandmaster, he will eventually fall and fall into a blur of flesh and blood......

Thundered!

With a dull thunderous sound sounded.

A series of water jets and fountains rushed straight up from under the abyss to the outside of the temple gate.

Immediately, the fountain made a clattering sound, and it instantly solidified, converging into a white and crystal cold road, extending to the end of the sight.

The warrior monk walked on the ice path first, saying as he went, "The names of these two things. In addition to the lineage of Tang warrior monks in the eastern part of my country, which is passed down orally and passed down from generation to generation, no one in the world of martial arts can be said to know. ”

The more the warrior monk said, the more incomprehensible things Zhao Peng had in his heart.

The more I asked, the more I didn't understand.

Zhao Peng took a deep breath, stared at the back of the warrior monk, hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "The world doesn't know these two names, why do I have a sense of familiarity." ”

The warrior monk suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at Zhao Peng.

Around the two of them is an unfathomable abyss.

Zhao Peng saw that the warrior monk looked back at him without warning, and his mind suddenly tightened, and he couldn't help but become vigilant, but he heard the warrior monk say: "Because you are a disciple of the Zhao family!"

Children of the Zhao family?

But the children of the Zhao family have never heard of these things!

After the monk finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Senior, senior, go slowly!"

Zhao Peng strode up and asked, "It's okay if you don't talk and only say half of it, how can you say that you are also my father's old friend, how can you say that you are also my elder, it's okay for you to tease me like this?"

The warrior monk only didn't hear Zhao Peng's words, his footsteps did not stop at all, but became faster and faster, striding forward, as if there were clouds flickering under his feet, and he did not touch the ground, and went more than ten or twenty meters. Zhao Peng had to use the heaven-level martial arts arrow and run wildly to barely keep up with him.

When chasing people, Zhao Peng kept asking.

This kind of behavior is completely different from Zhao Peng's previous way of doing things.

He has never spoken much, even if he talks to the people of the Zhao family, he usually makes things clear in just a few words, and only in front of Luo'er will he say a few more words very gently. As for the people who are enemies of him, Zhao Peng doesn't speculate for more than half a sentence, and many times he fights directly......

But tonight in front of this warrior monk, Zhao Peng said a lot.

It's just because the warrior monk is too mysterious.

Based on Zhao Peng's impression of the warrior monk, this warrior monk seems to be less talkative than Zhao Peng! Zhao Peng just wants to take the opportunity of talking to the warrior monk to knock on the side, hoping to make the details of this Tang warrior monk clearer.

However, now, although there are more and more words of this Tang Dynasty warrior monk, and he can even talk at length with Zhao Peng, introducing how dangerous the ancient formation patterns in the tunnel are, but for the information that Zhao Peng wants to know, this warrior monk actually doesn't mention it!

In this regard, Zhao Peng had nothing to do.

If the two are friends or enemies, and the strength of the warrior monk is not as good as Zhao Peng, Zhao Peng will definitely fight, fight first, and then after the fight, force the warrior monk to say what he knows, word for word.

It's a pity that the warrior monk is not Zhao Peng's enemy.

As early as the time in the Datang Black Market, the warrior monk suddenly appeared in the inn, standing in Zhao Peng's room unconsciously, the warrior monk said that he was Zhao Lie's old man, and without saying a word, he gave a peach talisman to Zhao Peng, saying that it was a meeting gift. What is the relationship between this warrior monk and Zhao Lie, Zhao Peng still doesn't know, but Zhao Peng has already admired the power of that peach talisman. With the power of this peach talisman, he can improve the martial arts momentum of a realm, and Zhao Peng can increase his strength when he fights with others, killing many martial arts masters.

The Peach Talisman can be said to be the most useful treasure in Zhao Peng's hands, and in terms of his current martial arts strength, the Peach Talisman is even more effective than the cyan Heavenly Fire and the Ice Seed Lotus Seed.

This peach talisman alone means that the warrior monk is not an enemy.

In terms of strength, Zhao Peng is not the opponent of this Tang Dynasty monk.

At the beginning, in the Datang Black Market, Zhao Peng had just entered the Xuanmen, and he only felt that the strength of the warrior monk was profound, at least he was also a master above the Xuanshi. Now that Zhao Peng has cultivated to the realm of Xuanshi, when he goes to figure out the strength of the Tang Dynasty warrior monks, he feels that the Tang Dynasty warrior monks are unfathomable, and he doesn't know how terrifying it is compared to the cross-border masters such as the Hengjian Slave and the Cloaked Man. The martial arts momentum exuded from time to time on the Tang Dynasty warrior monk is simply as majestic as a mountain, unfathomable!

Unable to ask more about the warrior monk, Zhao Peng could only speculate over and over again with doubts: "The wind of desire, the son of killing, I really seem to be familiar, it seems that I have seen it somewhere, and even have a real sense of being there!