Chapter 15 Strange Patterns

The one at the edge is the picture of "human and beast melee", in which tens of thousands of martial arts and all kinds of beasts are vividly depicted.

Although the picture is only one foot square, each creature has a different posture and can even distinguish the different expressions on their faces.

The most eye-catching group in the picture is the four corners of the southeast and northwest. There are several spirit beasts in each group that play a leading role. They are surrounded by hundreds of martial arts spirits with knives and guns.

"It's so elegant and powerful!" Wang Wujian looked at the spirit beast who was outnumbered and did not fall behind. He was extremely excited and stared for a long time. He felt more and more that the war was tense and fierce, as if he was in it and was a powerful helper for the spirit beasts.

From west to east, Wang Wujian almost obsessedly watched every spirit beast in the picture and remembered their majestic posture. Among them, there were several spirit beasts he had seen in the book, and now he was honored to further see their fighting.

Three feet away from the picture of "human and beast melee", there is another picture. There are countless ghosts carved on the pattern, but the number is large and not messy.

These ghosts can be divided into two batches. One group can be called a porter. Some floated from afar, holding some objects similar to stone in their arms, and some have just transported the objects back to the original way; others put these objects in the air to build, which seems to be building a bridge.

"You're not building an overpass, are you?" Wang Wujian suddenly came up with such an idea, and then walked to the next jade pattern.

Looking at it, several jade murals are the only one with color. I don't know whether the content of the picture is colorful or whether the jade becomes dazzling after special treatment. In short, this pattern can't see anything except dazzling, just like a fairy that can bloom.

The fourth picture inherits the style of "colorful picture". On the huge picture, there is a dazzling bridge extending to the sky. There is a man standing on the back of the bridge. He is burly and dressed as an ordinary people, but he holds a long sword in his hand, which is elegant and strong.

From his back, he did not intend to step on the bridge, but calmly stared at the other side of the bridge, and where is the other side? I'm afraid even the sculptor may not be able to answer this answer.

After looking up for most of the day, Wang Wujian realized that his neck was sore again. He rubbed the back of his neck with his back hand and curiously walked to the next picture. The scale was no more than other pictures, but the content was extremely fierce.

It is a magnificent battle map. A spirit beast should fight hundreds of martial arts alone. Looking at the weapons in their hands, you will know that they are not idle people. The power of the spirit beast can't be described in words.

Wang Wujian was extremely shocked. Since he was a child, he heard that a spirit beast could defeat more than a dozen strong men in the realm of the spiritual emperor. As of the first second he saw this picture, he still thought it was a rumor and an exaggeration, but the picture in front of him made him inexplicably change this idea.

He has never seen this spirit beast in the picture, not to mention that his tall man is far above human beings, but the two rows of claws exposed in its abdomen after standing up are amazing enough, just like a spider. Each of its claws is comparable to an artifact. It stabs the opponent back and forth, and a pair of wings behind it are also like sharp weapons. Keep clearing obstacles for yourself.

Wang Wujian was unconsciously obsessed with it. He seemed to see that the spirit beast was really shaking, and even facing his oblique head at him. His tough and deep eyes made Wang Wujian tremble all over.

A huge dark red net suddenly appeared around the spirit beast, blocking all the enemies out of the net, while it stared at Wang Wujian. Then, it had two rows of claws, and spitting out a trace of blood in its mouth and locked Wang Wujian's neck.

"Uh!" Wang Wujian made a low and painful sound in astonishment. His hands wanted to open the blood, but his arms seemed to weigh tens of millions of pounds. He couldn't lift it. He wanted to ask for help, but his voice suddenly hoarse. Although his lips squirmed, he could not make a sound.

"Xiao Wu, come back to your senses!" The martial arts technician suddenly fell in his ear and shouted loudly. His voice was integrated with a strong soul power, which instantly defeated the evil power that controlled the consciousness of Wang Wujian.

"Ah!" Wang Wujian covered his neck with his hands and shouted in surprise. A frightened look flashed in his eyes and he stared at Wang Gui in confusion.

"Don't look, it's a dementor." Wang Gui patted Wang Wujian on the shoulder and said.

"What is the dementor map?" Although Wang Wujian knew that the picture was extremely evil, he couldn't help peeking at it. The monster returned to its original appearance and was very like a king.

"An evil drawing method can draw strange pictures with ordinary tools. There are some murders in these pictures, which can make the person who reads the picture involuntarily go crazy, and even use it for it. The cultivation of the person who engraves this picture must not be weak." Wang Gui explained.

"Well! There is such a magical thing!" Wang Wujian glanced at the picture again in disbelief, and then walked away with lingering heart.

The last picture seems to have been damaged. The jade has cracked several cracks, and the dark stone layers can be seen in some places. As for what was originally carved on it, it is currently unrecognizable.

Wang Wujian glanced at the first few pictures and suddenly found that the ghost king was standing less than a foot behind him.

"Oh, my God!" Wang Wujian screamed in his heart and hurriedly dodged to one side. Fortunately, the ghost king did not mean to do it, but focused all his energy on the broken wall. Otherwise, Wang Wujian was more or less lucky.

"It must be inside!" The ghost king suddenly shouted a word, but seeing that he didn't speak, Huo Ran took a big step forward, raised a big knife with both hands, and cut the wall heavily.

Countless gravel splashed, and the lime was like smoke. After a loud noise, a huge hole appeared on the wall, and a soft light came from the hole.

The ghost king ignored the two kings and strode in as if no one was around.

"Do you still want to go in?" Wang Wujian asked the martial arts technician again.

Wang Gui said, "Yes, there is no other exit here. The earth ghost king is knowledgeable and profound. It's not like me who can compare with martial arts. Go in and have a look."

Wang Wujian was stunned when he heard the words. He didn't expect that the martial arts technician he had respected since childhood praised his enemy so much at this time, but there was no other way to follow him in three and two steps.

"Why is it here?" The first time Wang Wujian walked in, he saw the cold jade platform that made him unable to survive and die. "Isn't it destroyed?"

"It is reborn and healed under the action of jade root." Wang Gui replied in a low voice. At this moment, he tried his best to use the aura generated by the jade root, but his two bright eyes were watching every move of the ghost king.

Wang Wujian couldn't help running the martial soul and tried his best to absorb the refreshing and relaxed feeling brought by this aura. Every cell in the body became active because of the moisture of the aura. The soul power covering the blade was unprecedentedly strong, and the faint red light reflected his face.

In this way, the three people are still with each other, constantly melting the spirit of the cave.

"It turns out that there is really a saying that the jade root is restored!" After Wang Wujian silently used it for a long time, he suddenly thought, "If a martial arts spirit has a jade root, how domineering he will be!"