Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 57 In the Dark
Just like Yin Shiyu would never have thought that a casual cultivator with low cultivation level would actually possess more than one fire thunderbolt.
Wang Chen did not expect that behind the huge stone gate of the mausoleum, there was a wide and neat corridor like a cave.
The stone wall was very cold, and I had no idea how thick the rock was. It was completely different from the buildings I had seen outside.
No one knew where this passage led to, and it was pitch black ahead. Even if Wang Chen tried his best to look, he could only see things about ten feet in front of him. Apart from that, it was thick darkness that even his spiritual sense could not penetrate.
In the darkness, there seemed to be a cold wind blowing. Although it was not strong, it was chilling and biting.
This feeling of not being able to see clearly what is in front, behind, left and right will quickly make people lose their sense of security, and Wang Chen frowned.
The cold wind here was strange. With his fifth-level Qi Condensation cultivation, he would not feel cold even without clothes in the snow and ice with his true energy protecting his body. However, this cold wind seemed to penetrate his clothes directly and penetrated his body with the true energy, just like...
"It feels like something is blowing at me." Wang Chen thought provocatively.
I walked in the dark for a while.
The dim light of the Qinggang Sword was projected onto the wall of the cave, and Wang Chen discovered out of the corner of his eye that the wall had suddenly changed. There seemed to be lines appearing on the smooth blue-black stone. Wang Chen moved closer, and the Qinggang Sword floated over silently, illuminating his face and the bluestone.
Looking closely in the dim green light of the Qinggang Sword, the simple patterns on the wall reveal a huge mural, drawn with just a few strokes, with the strokes like scratches, yet very vivid.
The mural shows several hideous-looking monsters surrounding a man. Compared with those monsters, the man looks very small, and he seems unaware that he is in danger and is walking.
"It's a bit weird." Wang Chen frowned. The mural looked eerie and spooky. Although it matched the darkness of the tunnel, it was totally inconsistent with his first impression of this mausoleum.
Although the map clearly stated that this was a mausoleum, even the dignitaries in the mortal kingdom often built their tombs like luxurious palaces and gardens. Moreover, the magnificent buildings that I had just glanced at from the steps of the square were breathtaking.
Logically speaking, this so-called mausoleum should be full of fairy spirit.
After all, which ancient cultivator who had achieved great success in cultivation would make the place where he died eerie and haunted?
He walked forward a few more steps and looked up at the stone wall. He saw that the tiny figure on the second mural had fallen to the ground, and several monsters with green faces and fangs surrounded him.
"It's actually a narrative mural?" Wang Chen unconsciously moved closer. According to his limited knowledge of archaeology, some tombs often use murals to narrate the life stories of the tomb owner.
Perhaps I can get information about the tomb from these murals, and thus have a better chance of obtaining this implicit inheritance.
While thinking, Wang Chen walked forward.
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Huge stone pillars stand in this underground square, and the fluorite on top still casts a soft light.
It was like a witness to a fierce fight that took place not long ago.
The hard and smooth marble was shattered by the horrific explosion caused by the fire thunderbolt, and the remaining terrible true fire melted it into a large semicircular pit.
Densely packed with stone holes are scattered all around, like a wonder of rootless water dripping through the rocks over the years.
A charred human figure lay quietly beside the pit, its body twisted irregularly.
The white light was bright and shining, and in the boundless silence, a black shadow descended from the void like lightning.
"Bang!" Black fog suddenly burst out.
It turned into several streams of black smoke and penetrated into Yin Shiyu's body.
In an instant, Yin Shiyu's body suddenly jumped up and his eyes suddenly opened.
A boundless and gloomy gaze was moving around, and an extreme expression of half sadness and half anger appeared on his charred and broken face.
"No matter who it is, I will torture his soul for ten thousand years!"
He stood up slowly, and after using hundreds of years of cultivation, the leader of the Jiyin Sect finally calmed down the anger in his heart, but he only felt a chill in his body.
Yin Shiyu's clothes were all destroyed.
He wanted to take out the clothes to cover his body from the ring, but found that everything in the ring had been taken away.
Ji Yin's eyes were filled with disbelief, and then he erupted with uncontrollable anger. Even his charred and bloodless face had several bloody cracks, and blood slowly flowed out, which was extremely terrifying.
This physical body simply cannot withstand the power of his spirit.
After panting violently for a while, the leader of the Jiyin Sect finally calmed down, but his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water was about to drip out.
The charred fingers formed handprints, and several burnt muscles that had lost their toughness broke, making a sound that made one's teeth ache.
But the extremely Yin-powerful art of casting souls could even control the remains of ancient cultivators, let alone the newly deceased Yin Shiyu?
"Crack..." The tendons kept breaking and blood was oozing out, but he seemed unaware and kept practicing some magic techniques.
Suddenly, with Ji Yin's body as the center, black mist suddenly condensed, two bright red claws suddenly stretched out from the black mist, and then a ferocious ghost head with three eyes and dense fangs emerged from the black mist...
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Sometimes some bad feelings inexplicably arise in people's hearts.
It's called a premonition.
This feeling often doesn't come true, but when it does, it brings disaster.
Wang Chen felt that he had a bad premonition.
He looked at the mural very carefully, even though it was very scary and weird.
The third mural was bloody and cruel. The characters in the mural were slaughtered by ghosts, their heads and bodies were cut in half, and their limbs were gone. It was unknown what the entire mural was painted with, and it was all red, like blood splattered, which made the ghosts look vivid and extremely terrifying.
The blood-red color that hit him in the face made Wang Chen feel even more gloomy.
A gust of cold wind blew from behind him. Wang Chen subconsciously looked back, but there was endless darkness in his eyes.
The tunnel was too empty and pitch dark. He looked back and saw nothing but darkness.
However, when he turned around, he suddenly felt something in the darkness blowing a breath at him.
It is said that every person has three flames, one on the top of the head and the other two on the shoulders. This is the so-called "Samadhi Fire". The old people often warn that when walking on the road at night, no matter what sound you hear, as long as you don't look back, your fire will not go out. The demons and ghosts are afraid of your "Samadhi Fire" and cannot get close to you. If you can't resist their temptation and look back, the demons will blow out one of the flames on your body every time you turn your head. When all three flames are blown out, they can do whatever they want to you.
In secret, Wang Chen suddenly felt that some legends were not necessarily absurd lies.
