jdhmnovel Chapter 199 Meeting
Chapter 199 Meeting
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Shao Shuang'er and Yaxun fell into the cave under the throne hand in hand.
At the critical moment, Shao Shuang'er was pushed from behind by a mysterious man, making Lin Du mistakenly believe that she was going to seize the opportunity and jump into the cave. Under the pressure of Lin Du's offensive, she had no choice but to slap Lin Du who was chasing her, and then jumped into the mysterious cave with Yaxun.
At this time, they still didn't know what horrific thing had happened above - Lindu suddenly went crazy, and used a highly lethal golden talisman in the closed underground palace, wanting to drag everyone to death together, and this suddenly appearing hole seemed to be the only escape route for everyone present.
Shao Shuang'er said loudly to Yaxun: "Hold on to me! I'm going to try to fly the sword!" She tried to circulate her spiritual power, but was surprised to find that the circulation of spiritual power in her body became sluggish and almost completely unable to be mobilized, let alone flying the sword.
Yaxun also tried to use her spiritual power to fly, but it was equally useless. She said angrily: "There is a forbidden spiritual formation here! We have fallen into a trap!"
"What should we do now?" Shao Shuang'er felt the horrible feeling of weightlessness and said in a panic, "What on earth is down there? Will we be smashed into pieces..."
Before she could finish her words, she fell face down on the hard ground. The soreness and pain that began from her nose and spread throughout her body swept through Shao Shuang'er's body like a tide. Although a cultivator's body was countless times better than that of a mortal, and she was not hurt anywhere after falling from such a high place, such a tragic collision still made her see stars for a moment. She could only crawl on the ground with difficulty, unable to get up.
Yaxun, whose spiritual beast is a cat, was fine. She had already prepared to buffer the force when she was about to approach the ground. She held her head with both hands, curled up her body, adjusted her posture in the air, and landed on her back. The moment she touched the ground, she rolled forward to weaken most of the force. Relying on her well-trained body, she got up immediately after falling to the ground without any injury.
"No way, Shao Shuang'er, you Qi cultivators can't even roll over. Once you encounter a place where you can't use spiritual power, you are completely blind. You are really useless." Yaxun laughed at Shao Shuang'er while walking over to help her up. Her cat's eyes that glowed in the dark quickly adapted to the darkness and accurately found Shao Shuang'er's position.
Shao Shuang'er relied on Yaxun's support and finally calmed down. She fell face down on the ground, tears welling up in pain. She rubbed her nose and said in a muffled voice: "Let's go quickly. I'm afraid that guy will catch up with us."
"Who is that? He looks like a madman," Yaxun thought of Lindu's appearance and said with contempt, "I wanted to beat him up when he was complaining. I hate scholars the most!"
Shao Shuang'er blinked and finally calmed down. She squinted and looked around. She did not have Yaxun's animal eyes and could only barely make out that there were walls around her. She took out a night pearl from her storage ring. The moment the night pearl was taken out, their surroundings were illuminated by green light, making them look even more eerie and terrifying.
"Night Pearl?" There are many mineral resources in the Shiwan Mountains. Yaxun recognized the Night Pearl at a glance. She teased, "Isn't it said that all of you in the Canglan Sword Sect are poor? You are quite rich!"
Shao Shuang'er shook her head, raised the Night Pearl and observed the surroundings, and replied: "I just have some extra money at home in the imperial capital. The person who just broke the throne was Lin Du from the Sky Dome Sect. It is said that he is highly appreciated by Tianxuan Yuanjun and intends to make him the next sect leader."
"Tianxuan? She has been in charge for more than a hundred years. Is she willing to give up her position?" Yaxun whispered, "Besides, I think he has a violent temper and is brave but not wise. How can such a person be the leader of Tianqiong Sect?"
Shao Shuang'er and Yaxun walked forward. She observed the murals on the wall and answered casually, "No, I heard that he was a gentle and kind gentleman. Tianxuan Yuanjun didn't like his gentle personality."
Yaxun recalled Lin Du's crazy face and felt that he had nothing to do with the words "gentle as jade". Just when she wanted to continue teasing him, Shao Shuang'er's trembling voice stopped her.
"Yaxun, come here and take a look! What is this?"
Yaxun looked in the direction of the sound, and in the bright green light, she saw the horrific murals covering the walls. Just one look at them made her feel cold all over. She couldn't help but take a step back, but ended up bumping into the wall on the other side. She slowly turned around and saw a rotten head with its eyes open smiling at her.
"Ugh!" Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, Yaxun quickly pulled out two bone blades from her calves, looked over there vigilantly, ready to attack at any time.
After taking a step back, she realized that it was just a mural, but it was painted so realistically that she mistakenly thought it was real.
She and Shao Shuang'er stood back to back, both surrounded by murals full of killing and blood. For a moment, they could hardly breathe.
Shao Shuang'er's body was trembling as she stared at the head on the top of the pile of bones. She saw that it was a tragic battlefield. The leaden sky was shrouded in crimson purple smoke, bones were exposed in the wild, and human skins were peeled off and hung high on flags, showing off the power of the victor.
She clearly saw several large characters written in blood on the skin: Fu! Tian! Jun!
At this moment, she seemed to have come to a bloody battlefield ten thousand years ago, surrounded by heavily armored Futian Army monks in a military formation. Looking around, she saw grim spears, the red tassels of the spears were still stained with the monks' blood. They pressed on her step by step, and soon, the next "military merit" would be her head...
When people are frightened, they will not scream but stand there motionless - commonly known as being petrified.
Although these two young monks had some skills, they had never witnessed true cruelty. In the corridor of the tomb, they caught a glimpse of a corner of the vast history through the murals. Just this glimpse made them unforgettable.
It was Yaxun who lowered her head first. She held Shao Shuang'er's trembling hand and whispered, "Don't look. Let's keep going forward and find where the exit is."
"Hmm, hmm..." Shao Shuang'er was instantly awakened from the residual heat of the battlefield when Yaxun touched her. She quickly lowered her head and didn't want to look anymore. She held Yaxun's hand tightly, held the night pearl high, and walked forward without looking away.
The Futian Army seemed to have a tradition of cutting off the heads of their enemies. In the mural that Yaxun saw, the armored soldiers of the Futian Army stood in front of a Jingguan built with heads, with their hands on their hips, showing off their military exploits. However, she was deeply attracted by those heads whose eyes were still open. There were men and women, young and old, among them. From the jade-studded hair crowns and pearl buns on their heads, it could be seen that they all seemed to be monks.
The two young monks lowered their heads and walked quickly in the tomb of the God of Killing Emperor Bei Wu who lived ten thousand years ago, as if they were coming to pay homage to the great mortal emperor who was sleeping in the tomb.
In the faint light of the night pearl, the ancient wronged souls hidden in the murals howled at the young monks. Twisted, violent and vicious murderous intent meandered down from the murals, trying to wrap around their ankles, but the long river of time separated the two, so close yet so far apart that the backward souls who had long since died could only withdraw their hands in disappointment and return to their own era.
The ancient emperor who does not belong to this era is at the end of the corridor, in a cold coffin, silently waiting for the moment when the world wakes him up.
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"In the 31st year of Emperor Wu's reign, the emperor passed away and the curses of the world returned. The corpses of immortals appeared in the mountains of humans, the blood of demons and the sea of ghosts." - "The Chronicle of Emperor Wu of Bei"