Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 64: Sorry to bother you
I don’t know if it’s because it was buried underground, but even after countless years, this palace-like mausoleum does not show any signs of wear and weathering.
The exquisite stone carvings of unknown exotic animals and the colorful paint that perfectly decorates the buildings still look like new.
As soon as my palm touched , I could feel that this door, which looked like a wooden door, was actually made of smooth stones and was carefully polished. It was cold and heavy.
Even if the "Wang" formula had some truth to it, Wang Chen was not prepared to continue with the "Wen" formula.
For a high-level independent cultivator who has reached the sixth level of Qi Condensation, does he still need to seek the consent of anyone for such a legitimate act as letting the inheritance hidden deep in the mausoleum see the light of day?
It’s all about progress anyway, so why waste so much words? Aren’t you ashamed?
So when Wang Chen pushed open the door of the mausoleum, he did not hesitate much.
The stone door was heavy, but it opened silently, and a dark and cold atmosphere came towards us.
Before he had time to take a look at the scene in front of him, the two stone doors slammed shut silently as if pulled by an external force.
Darkness instantly engulfed him.
The sparks jumped slightly, and then a roiling and burning fireball condensed in Wang Chen's hand, with a faint Tai Chi pattern rotating in it.
This basic spell, the Fireball Technique, which had already taken shape, emitted a temperature far exceeding that of mortal flames under the support of the sixth level of Qi Condensation. With his palm as the center, the light of the fireball radiated out, illuminating the entire space.
This place looks like an antechamber, and the most eye-catching thing is a large, bright red chair in front, with countless painful faces embossed on it.
The two rows in the hall were filled with paper dolls, which were made to look lifelike, but the lips of both men and women were as red as blood, and they had strange smiles on their faces. Because of the direction, Wang Chen felt that the lifeless eyes painted on the paper dolls' faces were staring at him, trying to see this uninvited guest clearly.
"Dong... Dong..." It seemed like someone was coming from somewhere.
"call."
Wang Chen was looking for the source of the sound, but the true fire condensed by the magic formula in his hand suddenly went out, as if it had been blown out by something.
At the moment when the fire went from extremely bright to extinguished, he saw a strange and distorted figure appear in front of the bright red chair.
His long hair hung down, covering his face, but he was wearing a bright red robe. The blood-like color seemed to remain on his retina even after everything had disappeared into darkness.
Her walking posture was very strange, as if her feet could not bend and could only move stiffly from side to side, so with every step, her body shook violently from side to side, making a heavy sound. The most bizarre thing was that she was wearing a pair of black embroidered shoes on her feet, which were shiny black!
"Ghost Blows Out the Light?"
Among the legends about tomb raiding, there is indeed the saying of ghost blowing out the light. The predecessors of tomb raiding often warned their descendants that if they encountered a ghost blowing out the light, they must leave the tomb immediately, otherwise their lives would be in danger.
But according to the legend, what the ghost blows out is the candle. How can it be so exaggerated as to blow out the real fire?
"Do you really think I was scared?" Wang Chen snorted coldly.
The magic spells were activated simultaneously, and six burning fireballs condensed in the air almost at the same time, as if six suns suddenly rose in the dark sky.
The warmth dispelled the coldness here, leaving nothing to hide for all the weirdness. The bright lights were enough to extinguish all fears.
The footsteps stopped immediately.
Wang Chen stared at the glaring red in front of him, as if he wanted to see the ghostly eyes through the loose hair covering the face.
Click...
Click...
Amidst the teeth-grinding sound, the head slowly turned 180 degrees, and a face with wide-open eyes, paleness, but a strange smile appeared before one's eyes.
She was actually walking with her own head on her back.
As the magic spell was uttered, a fireball flew out with a bang, and blazing flames streaked through the air. The next moment, a terrible explosion , and the Taoist true fire would purify all evil spirits.
"Hee hee hee."
A strange laugh was heard.
Phew.
The six menacing fireballs were extinguished at the same time, and the hall fell into darkness again.
"excuse me."
Wang Chen decisively turned around and pushed the door.
Instantly, she extinguished six fireballs containing Taoist true fire like blowing out candles. This kind of strange magical power and the level of Taoism of this female ghost were far beyond what she could handle at the moment.
As he turned around, footsteps suddenly appeared behind him.
A spark flashed in the palm of Wang Chen's hand, and as if he was prepared, a ball of true fire exploded beside him, sparks flying everywhere.
With the help of the light of the flame, his body suddenly spun, and the Qinggang sword that he had already held in his hand turned into a green arc of light and slashed out suddenly.
The moment he turned around, his pupils reflected the strange face, and in an instant, only darkness remained.
Countless sparks went out at the same time, and the crescent-like sword light also came to an abrupt end at the same time, submerged in the endless darkness.
Wang Chen felt uncomfortable with the feeling of swinging the sword with all his strength but suddenly stopping. However, what was even more uncomfortable was that he felt like he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't move at all.
It was as if being embraced by countless invisible hands without leaving an inch of space. It was a cold, all-penetrating energy, very much like an extremely yin soul lock.
The ancestral energy is still flowing, and it can still flow. Wang Chen is not prepared to sit and wait for death. For these ghosts that look gloomy and terrifying, many times as long as you are not afraid, you can seek a chance of survival.
Just then, a cool breeze blew by.
He suddenly felt his arm getting cold, as if a cold hand was tightly grasping his arm. Then he heard the sound of wind and his whole body was flying up as if riding on clouds.
This hand seemed to have some kind of magical power, and his body instantly regained the ability to move.
Wang Chen raised his head in disbelief. In front of him was a white gauze dress as white as snow, a pleated skirt dancing lightly, and misty black hair.
A female ghost in white clothes was pulling him, flying to an unknown place, just like a sudden dawn.
Until the hazy golden light outlined the shape of a door, I walked through the door and felt the solid ground under my feet.
He then realized that he had come to an extremely spacious room. It was flat and had no furnishings. It looked more like a square hollow pillar.
However, in the middle of the room, there was a coffin hanging, suspended in the air by four chains as thick as arms, and it was covered with copper rust.
"Bronze coffin, cellar tomb, don't go near if you don't know the truth." He didn't take it to heart at all. The two lines of words in front of the tomb inexplicably emerged in Wang Chen's mind.
Then his eyes were attracted by a golden sword right in front of the coffin.
Unlike ordinary flying swords, this sword is broad and heavy, with Sanskrit written all over the sword body. It emits a faint golden light, and between the flowing light patterns, there can actually be the sound of Sanskrit chanting.
The golden light that filled the entire tomb came from this sword.
"Six Paths Sword, a supreme sword with the ability to subdue demons. There are nine of them, each containing a sword technique passed down. Chance strength: great."
"Inheritance..." Wang Chen was inexplicably stunned.
Risking his life to hunt down Yin Shiyu,
Knowing that there is a high probability of death or even no chance of survival, he still chooses to enter this spooky mausoleum.
Isn’t it just for these two words?
The graceful figure in front of me slowly turned around, with a delicate oval face, black hair and white skirt, cool and graceful.
"Young man, please draw your sword and defeat the demon."
Her pretty face is as beautiful as orchid, and her voice is as clear and cool as a bird's song.
Hearing this, Wang Chen's whole body trembled and his pupils suddenly contracted.
