Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Shrine
Wu Lu took out the map again and examined it carefully. The map is still the same as it was, and the terrain drawn on the map can vaguely be seen to be the terrain around here, and the most striking thing is the blood-red dot on the map.
Wu Lu stood there and looked through the map for a long time, but he didn't see anything famous.
After a moment, Wu Lu fell into deep thought.
Since the owner of the vault intentionally built this vault and deliberately left a map to find the vault, indicating that the person intended to leave his inheritance to future generations, then he must have left a clue to crack this formation.
It's just that the time I got this map was too short, and I didn't have a chance to look for relevant clues, and I don't have any information about this secret treasure at present. For a while, Wu Wu Lu was at a loss.
"Could it be that this map is the key to cracking the formation?" Wu Lu's eyes suddenly lit up.
Whether it is the blood needle of the remnant map, or the fusion of two remnant maps, or the blood needle suddenly turning into a dot after reaching the end point, it is obvious that this map is extraordinary.
So, Wu Lu carefully pasted the map towards the wall of white mist with both hands.
Just as the map was pasted on top of the white mist, a huge suction force suddenly appeared in the white mist, and before Wu Lu had time to react, he directly sucked the map in his hand into the white mist.
"This ....." Wu Lu looked at his empty hand and was stunned for a moment.
At this moment, when Wu Lu was still puzzled, the white mist began to change.
The white mist, which was originally silent, suddenly came from inside with a roaring sound, which kept resounding.
After a while, the white mist began to tumble like boiling water, as if something was turning over the river and the sea in the white mist, and it seemed that the white mist was about to come back to life.
Seeing this, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly retreated farther away. At the same time, Wu Wu Lu re-transformed into a ghost cut, observing the changes in the white mist with a vigilant face.
Along the way, Ghost Cut is no longer just a relic of that person, nor is it just a worthy weapon, but has become the most trusted partner of Wulu. Moreover, having a knife in his hand and a swordless Wulu are two completely different combat power.
At this moment, in the face of such a strange white fog and such a strange change, the solid touch of the ghost cut made Wu Lu feel a lot more relieved.
It wasn't long before even more striking changes emerged.
I saw that the white fog that had been churning began to vibrate regularly one after another. At this time, there were many green thunderbolts faintly flashing in the white mist.
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang.....
A series of deafening explosions followed from the thick white mist.
At the same time, an incomparably powerful wave of qi also rushed towards him. However, Wu Wu Lu had already been alert, and quickly retreated to a farther place after seeing the situation.
Soon after, the sound of the explosion suddenly stopped, and the strange white mist began to disperse, and in just a moment, the white fog, which had been like a visible wall, finally dispersed and disappeared.
The entire valley also began to become visible, revealing everything that had been shrouded in the white mist all along.
"The formation has been opened..... "Wu Lu was overjoyed.
In the deep valley, a huge stone gate hidden in the lush greenery appeared in the field of vision of the wild land.
Wu Lu's gaze swept over the stone door that looked extremely thick. At this moment, the surface of this huge stone gate was severely weathered, and the original engraved patterns on it were blurred.
The only thing that can be confirmed is that the stone gate was built many, many years ago, and it may even be in ancient times.
Without the protection of the White Mist Formation, this extremely thick stone gate was like a weak woman who had no power to resist at this moment, and with the gentle movement of the Wild Land Ghost Cut, the stone gate shattered to the ground.
It's no wonder that Wu Wu Lu didn't know if the owner of this ancient cave mansion had left any traps or prohibitions, so he could be violently demolished from afar, and Wu Wu Lu would definitely not risk his life at close range.
Everyone only has one life, so there is no room for temptation! The warnings of the customers of the small shop are still in their ears, and Wu Lu has always kept them in mind and has always done so.
Because, in the history of the Great Wilderness, there are too many stories of carelessly losing Jingzhou and capsizing in the gutter, resulting in the loss of life.
Wu Lu observed at the stone gate for a while, and after making sure that he had found no traps, he stepped into it.
As soon as I entered the stone gate, an oppressive feeling hit my face.
Although the owner of this cave mansion does not know how many years it has fallen, his powerful aura still seems to exist in this cave mansion, making the flow of the original energy in Su's body faintly sluggish.
"The master of this Ancient Cave Mansion was definitely a terrifying powerhouse in his lifetime, a residual aura still has such power even after the passage of endless years, I really don't know how terrifying that person will be in his heyday?"
Feeling this residual terrifying aura, Wu Lu couldn't help but let out an exclamation in his heart, and at the same time, he was even more looking forward to this trip to the Ancient Cave Mansion.
Wu Lu is not afraid that the master of this ancient cave mansion is strong, but he is afraid that he is not strong enough. Because the more powerful the owner of this cave mansion is, the more precious the inheritance he left behind.
It would be best if he could be as powerful as Emperor Wuzu, of course it was impossible, and Wu Lu knew it in his heart.
Since the birth of the human race, for hundreds of thousands of years now, Wu Zu is definitely the top existence among the group of people who are qualified to be ranked as the strongest in the human race.
As soon as he raised his eyes, a stone chamber hall about ten zhang in size appeared in front of him.
In addition to the entrance to the stone door, there are also two semicircular side doors on the stone wall, one on the left and one on the right.
On the smooth and flat stone wall, a fist-sized pearl of the night is inlaid every short distance, making the entire stone hall as bright as day.
As far as he could see, there was a small pool in the center of the stone hall, but now it had long since dried up, and it was empty, leaving nothing behind.
Not far from the back of the pool, facing the direction of the stone gate, there is a shrine on top of the stone table, and the statue of the god in the shrine is powerful and lifelike.
Wu Lu's pupils constricted suddenly, because the appearance of this god statue was too familiar to him, and it was a martial god worshiped by the desolate clan for generations.
"Could it be that this ancient cave mansion was left by the people of the desolate clan." With a suspicious expression, Wu Lu slowly approached the shrine.
At this time, in front of the shrine, there is an antique incense case, the surface of the incense case is full of dust, the original color of the incense case can no longer be seen, and there are still several incense candles left after burning out.
Seeing this, Wu Lu came to the shrine, clasped his hands together, and bowed his head to the shrine.
Although he was in a foreign secret realm, what remained unchanged was the heart of the desolate tribe, especially when the strange whirlpool in his original sea was restored that night, and he believed that the martial god of the desolate tribe was real.
Suddenly, the moment he bowed his head, Wu Lu found that a neat line of desolate characters was engraved on the stone table, which read, "The shrine is dedicated to the gods that the desolate people have believed in for generations, and those who are destined to need to bow three steps in front of the stone table three times and bow nine times in order to get the inheritance of this seat." ”
I think it was the owner of the Ancient Cave Mansion who deliberately left it.
So, without hesitation, Wu Lu took three steps back, immediately knelt on the ground, and bowed.
Just after Wu Wu and Lu San bowed nine times, they only heard a shrill and heavy "Titicaca" sound suddenly sounded in the stone hall.
When Wu Lu looked up, he was surprised that the stone table shrine in front of him was actually divided into two, and the smooth and seamless stone wall behind the shrine also separated from the middle and slowly retreated to both sides, revealing a new passage.
Wu Wu Lu looked at the newly appeared passage in a daze, and a faint white light was shining through the passage, and there was no end in sight.
This passage is the real place of inheritance, and the three knocks and nine bows just now are only afraid that the master of the cave house set up a mechanism to open the passage.
The owner of this cave obviously hopes that his inheritance will be obtained by the people of the Wild Clan, at least he is also a person who has a sense of awe for the martial gods of the Wild Clan and can understand the characters of the Wild Clan.
Because a person who does not respect the desolate clan, even if he can understand the words on the stone table, it is absolutely impossible for him to bow three times and bow nine times to the statue of the Martial God.
Wu Lu turned his head and glanced at the two semicircular side doors.
At this time, he suddenly had a very strong feeling that the two side doors led to a trap that was very likely to be lifeless, and it was the Infernal Hell carefully prepared by the master of the cave mansion.