Chapter 2 The Labyrinth

Chapter 2 Spiritual Labyrinth

Yan Bikong frowned: "Why?"

"There are undeads at night. There are ghosts, and many people have died." Coro shrugged.

"Let's go." Su Yong stood up, raised his right hand, and lifted up the fat giant businessman in the Western Regions. He shook his feet and walked out more than ten meters. Then he shook his hand and threw him firmly into the huge open iron wings of the eagle horse.

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Before the eagle horse came down, Yan Bikong frowned: "There is something below."

This is another direction far from the west entrance of the Sea of Death. Although there are some grass and thorns on the ground, there are still many yellow sands due to the influence of the Ulansha Sea.

It's just that in the withered yellow turf and sand, you can still see the road formed by hunchback horses. The road is close to the desert, but it does not enter the sand sea, but it is a little ambiguous.

On this desolate road, the light of the stars cast coldly, shining on the gray-white shadows that appear on the road from time to time.

"What is that?" Morama stared at it for a long time and turned her head to Yan Bikong.

Yan Bikong shook his head: "I don't know much about the desert. I'm afraid only the dead king of the sand sea knows what those are."

At this time, Lou Lan quietly stabbed Su Yong in the back: "Do you believe in the undead?"

Thinking of the Haishen Mausoleum accidentally found at the west gate of the clay city, and heard the cry of Hai Feisi, Su Yong was silent for a long time before nodding: "I believe it."

But he quickly patted Morama and Yan Bikong on the shoulder and smiled, "But the god-level kings of the desert have defeated them. Why are you afraid of these undead?"

Yan Bikong was silent for a while before saying, "The thunder chrysalis was not defeated by us. If you hadn't come in time, the ending might have been completely different. If Su Yong hadn't made the last blow at the critical moment of life and death because of watching the battle, the whole result would have been completely the opposite.

Su Yong seemed to have some understanding. He turned around slightly and gently pulled the bleeding knife in the moonlight. Sure enough, he saw the handwriting on it: "The sixth type of blood knife: twist."

He didn't understand the meaning of the two words for a while, but he was still relieved after learning about it. After all, he found the direction.

However, just as he was about to return the knife to the sheath, the words suddenly twisted and turned into another paragraph: "The seventh type of blood knife: twists and turns."

Huh? He almost screamed in surprise. Why did two tips run out at the same time? It seems that the thunder chrysalis, the king of the sand sea, is at least equivalent to the power of many spirit beasts, even... mythical beasts?

Isn't it a mythical beast that is the same level as the god-level strong as Yan Bikong and Morama?

Although he was meditating, he still noticed the process of twisting the sixth formula. The distortion of a few words seemed to have changed into every knife change in his mind... Holding the knife handle, he quietly recovered.

The illusion is just a process of quantitative change. Fast and slow, big and small, cold and hot... but it is still in the same category. But the distortion has made a change.

For example, if you cut to the east, it is actually to the west. It is not because the speed of the speed makes people have an illusion, but because of the distortion and the qualitative change. Just like these words suddenly become other words, and the meaning is completely different.

It seems to be a knife type, but in fact it is not a knife?

In Su Yong's meditation, the sea god Morama said to him, "They are different from my sister. They are different from all the spiritual warriors who have been promoted from martial arts, because they have no vitality."

It is because there is no life, it is the undead, not the creature.

Although the gray shadows below are active, they seem to be very unstable. Some disappeared quickly, just like the moonlight blocked by clouds in an instant.

Su Yong heard Zi Yi snorted behind him and couldn't help looking at her with a wry smile.

How can gods and immortals be natural opposites? He was puzzled. Different ways don't work together, but there is no need to fight for life or death.

If it weren't for her own relationship, Morama might have pinched her to death, so that she might not be against Haifeisi in the future.

But strangely, it seems that Yan Bikong does not have the hostility of Morama to her.

Maybe Bikong is really not a human or a martial artist, but evolved from the ice spirit? Su Yong squinted at the blue sky, which was no different from ordinary people at this moment, and secretly guessed in his heart.

"It's over there." The giant businessman Koro pointed to a place in this cold road. There was a place like a big sand dune and a cliff, and many caves were exposed on it. There are many undead wandering in those caves. They didn't say anything. They seemed to be extremely lonely.

There are many broken porcelain bowls and broken jars scattered outside the cave, making a crisp sound in the night wind.

"There are many intact porcelains in the cave. We used to go in and look for some when we passed by during the day and sold them at a high price." Koro said tremblingly.

"Go down and have a look." Su Yong looked at Yan Bikong, and Yan Bikong nodded. So he patted the back of the eagle horse.

The huge eagle horse swept down from the sky and blocked a large area of moonlight and starlight, which also caused the undead to panic. They didn't make a sound, but rushed into those caves in a hurry and disappeared clean in an instant.

These undead seem to be quite timid and can't see any ability. Su Yong jumped off the eagle horse and looked at Koro doubtfully.

Koro quickly waved his hand and said, "They are not usually like this. One time we passed here late, and they also caught the two people in the back of our team. The next day, we came to look for it, leaving only a pile of white bones."

It seems that we still need to be careful. Su Yong only left the eagle horse outside, and let Tuo Fuhua and Lou Lanmo follow Yan Bikong and Morama in the middle. After breaking his purple clothes, he walked into one of the caves together.

"It's right here." Koro looked around and saw that there were no undead, and he also had some confidence in his team. Now he walked close to Morama and walked forward.

When you enter this cave, you can see the bleak moonlight shining at the entrance of the cave. There is a pile of scattered white bones. I don't know when it has turned gray and black.

Lou Lan couldn't help leaning on Su Yong.

Although she is a heroine, she is also a woman after all. At this moment, Su Yong took her hand and felt that her palms were a little wet. She couldn't help holding it gently to show encouragement.

An undead peeking in the shadow was sucked under Yan Bikong's big hand, which scared Koro.

The undead's staring eyes were frightened, but he couldn't speak. He just struggled desperately in Yan Bi's empty hand, like a poor rabbit.

"Can't talk?" Yan Bikong frowned and looked at the mouth of the dead, with a chill in his eyes: "Do you understand?"

The undead looked confused.

Yan Bi's empty-handed force, and the undead showed a painful look, but he was still confused and did not nod.

Yan Bikong sighed, let go of his palms, and watched him flee inexplicably in panic.

"Immortal, immortal." Koro exclaimed, and his eyes looking at Yan Bikong were full of reverence. At this time, he was also much calmer and dared to walk ahead first, which was a little arrogant.

Corot walked to the edge of the shadow and stopped. In front of his finger, there was a dark hole with some ceramic fragments on the edge of the hole.

"There are a lot of intact porcelain hidden in it."

When Koro was about to get into the cat's waist, Yan Bikong suddenly shouted, "Wait."

Su Yong turned around and saw that Yan Bikong and Morama's faces became solemn by the faint light.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

Yan Bikong did not answer him, but just glanced at Morama. Morama nodded slowly.

"It turns out that there is another one here." Morama was silent for a long time before she said in a low voice. He walked to the mouth of the cave and suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it gently on the wall of the cave, and the dust poured down.

Then he waved to Su Yong: "Come and see."

A strange text appeared on the wall of the cave, like a natural formation, or like a holy hand carved. Su Yong looked at it for a long time and gently stroked it with his trembling hand to confirm that it was similar to the stone pillar in Hongtu City.

"In those years, the formation was not only to make people remember the characteristics of Baihua Mountain, but also because it was a strange place and an entrance that we never knew." Morama said, "That symbol is not what we engraved. It existed early in the morning. In those years, we also noticed that there were strange things there, so we deliberately arranged the array there to prevent something from popping out one day, hoping that the power caused by the array could scare them off.

Su Yong and Serum Feng and others have been to the pillar by the sea, and Hai Feisi has told him.

Yan Bikong also sighed, "There is also such a place in Black Snow Prefecture."

The purple clothes picked up a piece of ceramic on the ground and looked at it for a long time. Suddenly, he whispered, "You don't have to go in. These porcelain pieces are not the same era that merchants passed by and put on hold here. They belong to the same era as those found in the deep caves in Kyoto.

Are our ancestors of China hiding in the heart of the earth still being watched by some fierce beast? Su Yong looked at the dark hole, and his face was as pale as paper.