Chapter 020: White Bone Ice Sculpture (Asking for Recommendation Votes)
Mo Xian ignored Lu Yan, but said to Fang Shan, "You don't have to answer him, just follow me!"
After Fang Shan sighed, he followed Mo Xian's pace and continued to move forward.
On the edge of the cliff, after Lu Yan didn't hear the voices of Mo Xian and the others, he began to show a puzzled look, "Is it dead?"
"Brother Lu, do you want someone to come over and have a look?" someone proposed, and Lu Yan immediately looked at the person who proposed, "Or, you go over and have a look?"
The man immediately shook his head in fright, "Well, just wait!"
Lu Yan had no choice but to continue to stare at the gap opposite, and the sky soon completely darkened.
Mo Xian in the crack had already brought Fang Shan to a pile of ruins.
I saw that there were collapsed stone pillars everywhere, and these stone pillars were covered with moss, and in some places they were cracked, as if they would be crushed by the mountain above their heads at any time.
"This stone pillar is quite supportable. Mo Xian muttered when he saw this, and Fang Shan exclaimed, "This is the site of the Thousand Xuan Sect?"
After Mo Xian nodded, he continued to look for the place where the thick water aura came from.
When Fang Shan saw that Mo Xian was about to enter the ruins hall, he immediately worried, "Uncle Mo, will it collapse?"
"It's going to collapse, it's going to collapse early, and it won't collapse until we come, right?" Mo Xian said, looking at the stone pillars and other buildings.
Fang Shan felt that it made sense, so he cautiously followed Mo Xian, but Mo Xian was curious about what this Lu Yan was afraid of, why he didn't dare to come in by himself.
Walking into the hall, what followed was a pile of white bones in front of him, and Fang Shan was startled, "There are so many white bones!"
"This, it can't be dead for hundreds of years!"
"Uncle Mo, what do you mean?"
Mo Xian looked at the past one by one and found that these white bones would only be dead for a few years at most, so he said suspiciously, "It seems that many people have been here." β
Not only that, Mo Xian also saw potholes everywhere, and on the surrounding walls, there were traces of people chiseling in some places, as if he was looking for something.
Fang Shan was a little timid, so he stammered, "It can't really be the revenant soul of the Thousand Xuan Sect!"
"Revenant?"
"Yes, there are rumors in the Cloud Sea Demon Mountain that there are many dead souls here, all of whom died back then. β
When Mo Xian heard this, he couldn't help laughing, "You also believe such a naΓ―ve rumor?"
"Uncle Mo, don't believe it, there were many people who wanted to come here to steal treasures, but many of them died!" Fang Shan said with a good expression.
"It's so dangerous, then you're still here?" Mo Xian looked Fang Shan up and down, and Fang Shan said embarrassedly, "I thought this grass was on the mountain, who knew it was in it, and it was so deep!"
Mo Xian couldn't help but sigh secretly after hearing this, "You have been used as a gun!"
"What is it when a gun?" Fang Shan looked confused, but Mo Xian didn't explain much, but said, "Follow me!"
"En!" Fang Shan naturally didn't dare to run around, so he followed Mo Xian here, and Mo Xian used the pupil technique to walk in front of a rock.
Mo Xian carefully moved the rock away, while Fang Shan watched nervously until a purple light shone out from the crack on the edge of the rock.
That Fang Shan said excitedly, "Look, there is purple light." β
Mo Xian guessed that this purple heart grass was in it, so he completely removed the half-human tall rock, and then a small hole appeared.
Through this small hole, Mo Xian could see that there were many flowers with purple light and leaves with aqua blue light.
After Fang Shan saw the true face of this grass, he immediately pointed at them and smiled, "Uncle Mo, look, it's a lot!"
"Let's go, let's go in!" Mo Xian squatted down first, and then moved in little by little, and Fang Shan did the same.
Then Mo Xian saw that there was a small side hall inside, and the top of the side hall had already been pierced through a big hole.
Through this fist-sized hole, you can also see the light of the stars outside, as if you are sitting in a well and watching the sky.
"Uncle Mo, let's pick it up quickly. Fang Shan felt that the surroundings were gloomy, and he suddenly became afraid.
"Yes. Mo Xian was enchanted, and Fang Shan hurriedly picked some, as for Mo Xian, he also picked some.
But at this time, there was a sound of wind around him, and Fang Shan immediately trembled, "Uncle Mo, this!"
Such an evil sect?
Mo Xian became curious, and at this moment, suddenly a thick smoke came out from the cracks in the side hall.
Fang Shan's eyes widened, and the next moment, he was like he was drunk, staggering, and finally said before he fell, "Yes, it's poisonous!"
Why are you okay? Mo Xian was secretly frightened, and at this time, the smoke became bigger and bigger, and all of a sudden there was white fog everywhere, just like the fog in the early morning.
Mo Xian knew that there must be danger, so he hurriedly collected some grass, then got this mountain out of the hole, and then carried him and ran out of this hall.
After coming to the outside of the main hall, Mo Xian ran out, but at this time, the way back was gone, only a faint white mist and a staircase extending underground.
I saw that the staircase still emitted a faint blue light.
"I didn't come here, how can I go back, there are more steps?" Mo Xian felt too weird.
But now there is no way out, Mo Xian can only cautiously walk down this staircase.
The staircase was very long, as if it were several floors, but fortunately, the blue light flashed around the stairs, making it easy for Mo Xian to walk down.
But the further down it goes, the colder it gets, like stepping into an ice cellar.
In the face of these cold weather, Mo Xian could only go down and see what the situation was.
About a quarter of an hour later, Mo Xian walked to the end, and there were frozen white bones everywhere in front of him, as if the white bones were frozen by something, and they also exuded cold.
Mo Xian, who saw this situation for the first time, was inevitably a little surprised.
But what shocked Mo Xian the most was a wall behind these ice sculptures, and the wall was glowing with blue light, and at the same time, some words were carved on it.
Mo Xian walked over curiously, only to see that this wall seemed to be written by someone before he died.
After Mo Xian scanned them one by one, he knew that this was written by Qian Xuan, the leader of the Qianxuan Sect, and the content was written that because he was refining the weapon, he refined the best heaven-level magic weapon, which attracted the eyes of the people of the Immortal Sect.
There are people from the immortal sect who even brought people to the door to rob them, and Qian Xuan was unwilling, and took the loose cultivators to fight with them, but the result was naturally outnumbered and lost one by one.
In the end, this Qianxuan also activated some formations of the Qianxuan Sect and "sealed" the secret land of the Qianxuan Sect so that outsiders could not find it.
But it is said that the formation will be weakened over time.
"Could it be that because the formation was weakened, he stumbled in by mistake?" Mo Xianhu was suspicious.
Not only that, Mo Xian also saw that this Qianxuan had left an alchemy here.
This alchemy is in a groove in this wall, and someone is destined to take it.
Mo Xian glanced at it, and sure enough, there was a groove under it, and there was a book.
Mo Xian was very excited at first, thinking that if he got the alchemy technique, he would be able to refine the magic weapon in his hand in the future.
But just as he was about to get closer, he suddenly stopped his steps and frowned, "Such a good alchemy technique, no one has taken it?"
Mo Xian always felt weird at this moment, so he put Fang Shan down, and then looked at those ice sculptures.
"This should have turned into white bones before it was frozen, right?"
Mo Xian felt that these white bone ice sculptures were even more problematic.