It didn't take long for Chang Ling to finally fall firmly to the ground.

The huge impact caused her to roll on the ground several times, and after barely stabilizing her figure, she still couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood spurting out.

Falling defenselessly from such a high altitude, Rao is still not lightly injured because she has strong physical fitness and wears soft armor on her fitness.

What about the other monks who followed her.

Chang Ling's face changed, and when he turned around, he saw those people falling down one by one like dumplings.

She didn't dare to rush forward to pick up people, she still had an accurate estimate of her ability.

However, the situation of those monks was even better than Chang Ling, and on the Tianxuan Continent, the number of defensive type magic weapons was much higher than that of attack type magic weapons.

These people come from famous families, and everyone has a few pieces in them.

Chang Ling, who only had a piece of soft armor, became the person who could not bear such injuries.

But fortunately, her internal organs and meridians were not damaged, and such injuries were not a big problem for her, and it should not be long before she healed.

The monks who had fallen quickly gathered together and carefully surveyed their surroundings.

Everything around was pitch black, and the monks couldn't use their divine senses to investigate, but luckily, many of them had bought the kind of aura that was specially lit like Chang Ling.

A faint light spread outward along them.

The three walls in front of them were filled with brightly colored murals.

Chang Ling raised her eyes and took a look, and for a while felt that the patterns on it were gorgeous and complicated, and wanted to see carefully what was painted on it, but she only felt that it was dark in front of her, and the monk next to her pinched her arm hard, and she barely came back to her senses.

"Be careful. Several monks spoke.

This mural made them almost hit, but they had seen a mural with similar effect in books, and they were a little wary, and it was also a blessing.

Chang Ling lowered his head and didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at the murals around him, and the rest of the monks did the same, they looked at each other and smiled, this kind of sympathy undoubtedly brought their relationship a little closer.

"This mural is painted with special pigments, and the patterns are carefully arranged, which has the effect of soul dementoring, and now we can't use our divine sense to probe the situation in this room in front of us, so it is better to deal with the previous injuries here first, and then explore after we have recovered. One of the monks suggested.

Everyone nodded, and they each chose a suitable position, sat down cross-legged, and began to pranayama.

Chang Ling quickly closed his eyes, but instead of entering a state of meditation, the black mist in the sea began to surge again.

Just glanced at the mural, and it actually caused damage to Chang Ling's soul!

Chang Ling took a deep breath and began to fight against all kinds of roaring voices and all kinds of illusions.

............

I don't know how long it took, Chang Ling struggled out of the illusion, opened his eyes suddenly, and before he could calm down, he found a hand stretched out behind a monk meditating with his back to the wall.

It sticks straight out of the wall and is about to hit the man's shoulder.

Chang Ling got up violently and ran towards the man, slapping the hand with a slap.

"Bang" in the empty room kept thinking.

Chang Ling took a few steps back from the pain in her palm, and the palm of her hand just now was already charred black, and the sound of corroded skin and flesh and pain came out little by little.

The monk in front of Chang Ling stood up in shock, hurriedly thanked Chang Ling, and then everyone stepped forward to look at Chang Ling's background.

Not like Venom.

The corrosion soon stopped, and the medical cultivator smeared Chang Ling's hands with green liquid, and a cool feeling made her whole mind sober up a lot.

Everyone stood in the middle, back to back, observing the situation in all directions.

"What just happened?" asked the monk.

"I opened my eyes by chance, and I saw an arm sticking out of the wall, about to touch the body of the fellow Daoist. Chang Ling said with a serious face.

They didn't dare to look up at the wall, and could only occasionally barely glance at the wall, not knowing which direction the next attack would come from.

Everyone gathered around the center, and as time passed, everyone's minds were still tense, but nothing unusual happened.

Everyone's hearts were still in their throats, and no one had the heart to meditate and breathe anymore.

"Why don't we go ahead and see how we get out of here?" a voice suggested.

No one objected.

The unknown is sometimes the most terrifying, and since entering this tomb, too many dangers have already made them nervous, and it is not a way to go on like this.

After such a long period of exploration, the monks were able to conclude that this tomb is not a dead cave, and if they walked forward, they might find another exit.

Maybe you'll get something out of it.

The crowd was still standing together with their backs to each other, moving forward little by little.

"Have you noticed that the mural next to it is moving? Chang Ling accidentally spied on the mural a few times, and said with some horror.

The rest of the monks naturally discovered this anomaly, and they were still wondering if they were too nervous before, but when Chang Ling said this, everyone's pace couldn't help but slow down a little.

Suddenly, a majestic voice came from nowhere: "It's been a long time since I've seen the little ones." ”

"Who?" Everyone barely glanced around, but they didn't find anything.

"Didn't you come in just for the old man? The voice rang out again, and it continued to linger in everyone's ears from all directions.

"You, are you a powerful senior of the Mystic Law Realm?" a monk asked tentatively.

There was a long answer.

Although there were still doubts and nervousness in everyone's hearts, the joy still spread unconsciously.

Maybe they are the lucky ones who are destined to meet the owner of the tomb so easily, so the next thing is to accept the inheritance of the Almighty?

Chang Ling did not relax at all, she endured the injury of her divine soul, and forcibly looked around for a long time, but she still did not find any figures and other people's breath.

When she was in Lingzhou, she had entered the secret realm of the corpse of the Star Track, and knew that there would be remnant souls or remnant spirits left in the corpses or 'inheritance' left by the predecessors, and she was in charge of this area, guarding and assessing the monks who came in. It will not dissipate until a suitable successor is found.

Of course, there is also this voice that is the remnant soul of this tomb, but Chang Ling never thought that he could be so lucky.

"First of all, it's a pleasure to see you here, it's been many years since a monk has managed to break into here, this room used to be the place where I practiced many years ago, and these murals were painted by my own hands, and they are very effective in honing the monk's spirit. The voice rang out once.

There seemed to be a special magic in his voice, which made everyone want to raise their eyes to see what these murals really looked like.

Chang Ling was the more sober among them, and she quickly lowered her head after a glance, but she realized that the black mist in the sea had started a new round of shouting, and the power of this mural had increased by a few points compared to before.

She didn't forget to reach out and drag the people around her, they were all in a trance for a long time before they came back to their senses, but the vigilance in their eyes was mostly missing.

They had indeed heard of this method of honing their divine sense, but now there were not many people using it on the mainland, because there were not many risks and pains in the process of cultivation, and not everyone had the perseverance to persist in this kind of cultivation at all times.

He is a powerful man.

Being able to constantly break through the realm and go far on the difficult immortal path is really something special.

"I've seen all of your previous performances above, and they're all outstanding, but it's not enough to receive my inheritance. ”

"I was proficient in talismans during my lifetime, and you have not shown the relevant abilities and talents beforehand, and I cannot judge who among you will choose to inherit my mantle. ”

"My remnant soul has been staying here for a long time, as the tomb continues to be exposed to the outside world, presumably this wisp of my consciousness will not exist for a long time, before it dissipates, I really don't want to see the avenue I once pursued dissipated like this, I hope that some of you can inherit it and pass it on. ”

The tone of these words was unusually low and hoarse, and the sadness in them rushed to the face.

Everyone was inevitably wrapped in the thick sadness in it, and one after another firmly promised: "But according to the orders of our predecessors, it is also a great honor for us to be able to inherit the mantle of our predecessors." ”

"Okay, good, it's really a hero out of a teenager! Seeing you young people, I, I don't have any regrets about dissipating. ”

"Then I'll test you next, I'll show you the pattern of a talisman in a while, you need to draw that pattern on the wall, all these years, my things that could have been used to draw talismans have long since dried up and rotted, in order to ensure fairness, you will each use your own blood to draw the handle. This is not only a test of your understanding and application of the talisman, but also a test of the strength of your divine soul, after all, you have to resist the interference of the mural. ”

"Whoever finishes drawing this talisman first will inherit my mantle, and several spiritual treasures in this tomb will also belong to you, and the others are also destined to me, but there are some gadgets that can be given to you, and you will not be allowed to go back empty-handed." ”

The gadgets of the Mystic Law Realm cultivators are also extremely rare talisman formation magic weapons for them.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the air was a little more eager.

Although none of them are specialized in the talisman, they are also slightly involved in the talisman in their daily practice, and it should not be difficult to carefully observe and draw it according to it.

This is the realization and inheritance of the practice of a monk in the Mystic Law Realm.

The more Chang Ling thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, even if they were lucky enough to come to this remnant soul all of a sudden, in the end, this assessment, was it too simple?

Star Rail as a monk of the Yuan Infant Realm, every level in his corpse secret realm is a little careless will die, if this last level is to draw a talisman, the worst result is just that the power of the soul is exhausted and faints, as long as you don't draw it wrong, you won't even have the power to fight back.

While Chang Ling was still thinking, a golden pattern appeared in mid-air.

It did seem quite complicated, and for a while, Chang Ling was also a little involuntarily attracted by this pattern.

She had never learned anything about how to draw talismans, and she had looked at them for a long time, but she couldn't even find where to pick up the pen.

Anyway, she never thought that she would be able to obtain the inheritance of the Mystic Law Realm cultivator, and it was already a rare experience to come to this tomb to experience it, so she simply didn't want to put pen to paper.

She closed her eyes and first calmed the black fog in the sea of knowledge.

And her eyes closed like this, in the eyes of others, she naturally became a confident contemplation.

A sense of urgency ensued, and others picked up their pace.

Unexpectedly, Chang Ling, such a physical cultivator, was still good at the way of talismans.

Soon, a monk took a few steps forward and came to the wall, he didn't dare to open his eyes to look at the mural, so he traced the pattern of the talisman in his mind, he simply closed his eyes, bit his fingertips, and the blood seeped into the wall in front of him.

The deep and magnificent lines are revealed little by little.

As time passed, more and more people came to the wall.

In fact, this pattern is also extremely complex and profound in the talisman, and it is all up to luck for this group of people to draw it.

Even then, you have to give it a go.

Among them, there are still some who are lucky.

The man's whole mind was tense, drawing little by little according to the way he remembered, he was good at arranging formations, he was quite sensitive to the sense of direction, and his hands would not tremble.

Such a complex and deep pattern is completely drawn.

Before he could celebrate his victory, he suddenly felt the blood pouring uncontrollably towards the wall in front of him.

At the same time, the monks who were still drawing the talismans were not spared.

A strong suction force came, and if it weren't for the fact that they couldn't feel the pain of their own blood loss if it weren't for the blood on the wall in front of them getting thicker and thicker.

It doesn't seem to feel like the blood is running dry.

Chang Ling, who had his eyes closed, suddenly felt the smell of blood in the air a little thicker, but when he opened his eyes suddenly, he suddenly found that the walls in front of him were about to turn blood.

The figures drawn on it are also becoming more and more vivid.