Although the walls are hollow, the hidden tunnels cannot be found. Qing Chong patted Guanfeng and the others on the cheek, waiting for them to wake up slowly. "What's going on?" said Guanfeng, who covered his forehead, his head clearly still in pain. "You have just been bewitched by the spices in the paintings in the temple frescoes, and you have completely entered a state of madness. Qing Chong covered his mouth, hiding a few hints of his smile, maybe he had just beaten a few people heavily for some reason. "As a last resort, I had to stun everyone. Receiving the cold eyes of Xiangyu and the others, Qing Chong hurriedly turned around and pretended to be busy looking for a way out. "What do you think is the exit to this room?"

Xiangyu put down her fierce gaze and looked around the room. I saw a large round table with some clay figures, which seemed to be in line with the legend of Nuwa's creation of people. Xiangyu stood up, walked to the table, and picked up the clay figurine to take a closer look. The clay figurines are realistic and delicate. Look at the twelve deep pits on that table, and I don't know what they do. Xiangyu counted the portraits again, and there were also twelve people. "Qingchong, come and see, the twelve clay figures here mean that they will be put into the twelve deep pits. Qing Chong and the others all gathered around, and after a period of silence, the clay figure was put into the deep pit.

One of the walls of the room slowly opened, but the room was pitch black and couldn't tell what was inside.

Qing Chong and the others were curious, and a huge iron ball rushed from that room to everyone. The iron ball is already close in front of you, there is no way to avoid it, and you see that everyone has no way to escape. The floor in front of Qing Chong was shattered into wood slag under the huge pressure of the iron ball, and the iron ball got stuck in the place where the floor had fallen. The cuckoo patted his chest and couldn't help but let out a few long breaths.

The iron ball is not smooth, the lines are complicated, and the god Nuwa sits in the middle of it, and there are twelve figures around it, and I can't understand what this depiction is. The cuckoo couldn't help but tilt his whole body to the top of the iron ball. She only hoped that she could find some legends about this Nuwa token, so that she could exchange it for Guansong as soon as possible, and pass the twenty-four formations as soon as possible, and go to the mountains of Yunju.

After the iron ball was supported by the cuckoo's hand, the wooden planks on the floor could no longer hold the weight of the iron ball. The cuckoo followed the iron ball down from the room. Could it be that there is really an underground palace in this Nuwa Temple? Qing Chong gritted his teeth and jumped off from it, but Xiangyu was a little more cautious. She flicked the hook and hooked the beam in the room, but the man pulled the whip and climbed down, and the crown peak went down with it.

Fortunately, the dungeon is not too deep, and the iron ball rolls down into a round pit, and the size is just right, as if it is a natural setting for this iron ball. However, the cuckoo fell not lightly, Qingchong was immortal, and after Xiangyu and Guanfeng reached the ground, Xiangyu also withdrew the whip and tied it around his waist.

The temple was built in a deep pit, but this underground palace should be the first floor. There are courtyards all around the underground palace, and the slope of the courtyard is connected to the flowers and trees outside, as if the scenery of this Nuwa Mountain can enter the eyes of the people in this underground palace. It's just that when I just went up the steps, I was blocked by the temple that was built in the shape of a book from heaven. The four of them walked out of the courtyard on the side of the underground palace and slowly climbed up, and they arrived at the top of this Nuwa Mountain. Look down from above.

The two armies of Murong Shu and Tuoba Hong were on both sides of the foot of Nuwa Mountain, undulating along the terrain and stretching for hundreds of miles.

One by one, the yurts were held at the foot of the mountain, and if a boulder was pushed down from the top of the mountain or the mountainside, even if it was an iron ball, many people would die on the spot. For some reason, a bloody thought appeared in Guanfeng's heart, and his intuition felt that no matter whether the token was in hand or not, I was afraid that a big battle was inevitable.

Naturally, the token will not be at the top of the mountain, but now it seems that it will only be in the dungeon.

In the dungeon, through a deep and narrow passage, you enter a palace-like place. A throne was on the highest point in the north, and there was nothing on it. A stone pillar stood in the middle of the palace, and a jewel emitted a faint blue light and hung halfway in the air. Shining on the walls on the four sides, the blue light was in the air, and on the walls, it was like a thin blue thread, intertwined into a web.

Qing Chong was about to light the lamppost on the wall, but Guanfeng stopped him. "I'm afraid it's a map. ”

"Yes, you see, this is the underground palace where we are, but this place should be on the mountainside, why is it red?" Guanfeng nodded to the red point in the network where the blue net on the wall was located, and he buttoned some with his fingernails, "It's red soil." It is deliberately marked here, and it must have a deep meaning. Nuwa Mountainside, north side. Guanfeng noted the location, and Qingchong then lit the candle.

The dungeon was suddenly brightly lit, but the orb disappeared.

Behind the throne, imposing murals are painted. On one side, a group of fragile and small humans are doiled to obtain some of the basic necessities of life. On the other side, there are some strange gods painted, a total of twelve, these twelve gods are not completely human, some tiger head human body, some ears pierce double snakes, some take the dragon into the air, can move mountains and seas, wave clouds and thunder and lightning, as if born with divine power, among them do not see the portrait of Nuwa Niangniang.

Looking at the murals on both sides of the throne, on the left is Nuwa injecting spirits from the tips of her fingers on people, and on the right side there are paintings of some people obtaining some incredible abilities from the gods on the murals through turtle shells and oracle bone inscriptions, which should be the legendary witchcraft of witch prayer.

Directly opposite the throne, two gods, one water and one fire, fought together, breaking the pillar of heaven, and human beings were like ants, floating in the long river. Nuwa Niangniang's eyes are kind, refining five-color stones, mending the sky and saving people. After seeing the rest of the world, I am afraid that people will not be happy, and I am happy to make wine for human beings, and from then on, the paradise of the world is a piece of joy. In the end, Nuwa Niangniang flew away!

"What does this have to do with tokens?" Guanfeng looked at the mural again, puzzled, and the contents of the painting were just myths and legends.

"But where have all these gods gone, and what kind of power have those people prayed for?" said the cuckoo weakly. "Naturally, after this flood, Nuwa Niangniang flew to the sky, and the throne here may have been placed to commemorate Niangniang, but the two gods broke into a catastrophe and never appeared in the world. Xiangyu replied geographically.

"What about the rest of the gods, the tortoise shells and oracle bones that were used for prayer. The cuckoo asked.

"The flood washed away, and it must have sunk to the bottom of the river, I don't know where it was. The other gods are probably Nuwa Niangniang, who is worried that mankind will suffer another disaster, and they will all be called back to the sky. Xiangyu has her own understanding and explanation.

When the cuckoo heard this, he suddenly didn't know what to say, and he felt that what he said was still very reasonable.

"Then, then, there may be hidden in the token the secrets of the magic of witchcraft, or the secret of the art of restraining witchcraft. Guanfeng reasoned, "But where is this token? The temple and the underground palace here are also of such size, as far as the eye can see, and there is no news of any token in the mezzanine." ”

"Could it be where the red dot is on the map? The cuckoo felt some itching on his face and hands, and scratched it unconsciously, knowing that the more he scratched, the more itchy it became, and several red spots and blisters suddenly appeared on his hands. Or, the itch can also be contagious, and other people see the cuckoo scratching their heads and hands, and they unconsciously feel itchy all over their bodies.

"Come out of this dungeon, this temple has incense, and now I'm afraid there is still a curse in the dungeon, you see, there are many small pimples on your faces and hands. Qing Chong didn't know the itching, but there were some red bumps on his body, but he didn't scratch it, so he was still small.

After the blisters on Guanfeng and the others were scratched, the pox water flowed through the place, and new acne grew. This can't be caught, but it's itchy and unbearable! Qing Chong saw it, he couldn't care about it, and after a few shots, the three of them were suddenly knocked unconscious. He pulled the cuckoo and Xiangyu to the bottom of the mural first, and then walked out of the temple and down the steps, ready to join the two thousand elite soldiers.

When the leader of the two thousand elite soldiers saw Guanfeng's appearance, he immediately retreated one after another, ignoring Guanfeng and Qingchong, and after retreating straight down the mountain for a distance, he looked at Guanfeng from a distance.

Qing Chong couldn't, for fear that these people would leave Guanfeng and ignore it, and he would have to go back to carry out the two cuckoos, so he had to coax those soldiers, "We have found the location of the token, which is halfway up the mountain." Who knows that this sentence is crooked, there has always been a folk proverb on the grassland where the sun does not set, "On the fairy platform on Nuwa Mountain, there are five rings shining on the full moon of Yaochi in front of the stage." "Although no one has seen this legendary vision, if it has anything to do with the token, it must be true.

The two leaders nodded, looking at Guanfeng from a distance, for fear that the token would fly out of their palms.

Qing Chong recited the cuckoo and Xiangyu again. "How do you get a token for a man with three unconscious people? If you want a token, you must first find a way to heal my friend's wounds. Qing Chong said fiercely, but his feet refused to move another step.

Seeing this, the two leaders turned their backs and said a few words. "These people, if they have Baicang disease, I'm afraid they won't get better. These anti-itching medicines given by the big leader were left by the Baicang people, and they should be able to last some time. It's better to give them sooner so you can get the token sooner. But the man did not dare to approach him, for fear that he would be infected. A bamboo tube was thrown over, and there was a strong mint smell mixed with a tea-scented ointment.

Qing Chong understood that this was a plaster for the treatment of his skin diseases, and seeing them avoiding from afar, he knew that this medicine was probably a symptom but not a cure, and it could stop itching, but it could not cure these chickenpox on his body. But there was no way now, Qing Chong gently applied ointment to Guanfeng and them.

Seeing them wake up, he made a look, "Let's go to the mountainside now to get the token." Guanfeng and the others came to their senses, "Oh," "Oh." After a few sounds, several people walked towards the mountainside to the north.

"Sure enough, it's the direction of the fairy tower. Convinced of their judgment, the two leaders of the soldiers looked at each other, and followed unhurriedly with their men.