Chapter 35 Rebirth Avenue

After hearing this, Lin Qinglong only felt a cold feeling coming towards him, so he asked, "Three days later, will I die?" He paused for a moment and asked, "How do you know?"

"Because I am you, and I am from the last reincarnation." The prophet's old voice said quietly, "I broke through the way of heaven, the world, Shura, beasts, hungry ghosts, and hell, and returned to this reincarnation, but the timing was not right. I came early. Now it's the twilight year, but fortunately, I finally waited for you!"

Lin Qinglong was slightly stunned.

In the depths of the dark and silent temple, Lin Qinglong and the prophet did not speak, only the burning flames made a crackling sound from time to time.

After a long time, Lin Qinglong asked hesitantly, "Since you have been here for a long time, why don't you come to me?" And what about waiting in this mysterious altar?

The prophet was silent for a moment and said lightly, "Although this altar is dark, it has a nine-fold ancient boundary prohibition. If I leave this altar, it is easy to be found by Bai Mujue and the Black Mountain, because Bai Mujue holds a stronger 'wure' than you. There is everything in heaven and earth, and only this altar is Bai Mu. It's a place that can't be reached, so this is the safest place.

When Lin Qinglong heard the words, he meditated for a moment, considered the sentence, and said, "Who are Bai Mujue and Montenegro? How can they master this 'wrong' skill?"

The prophet turned his head gently, sighed in his heart, and said, "Let's continue to look at this mural. The mural will tell you everything you want to know."

The prophet led Lin Qinglong to walk slowly along the huge stone wall, walked about dozens of steps, and stopped.

Lin Qinglong looked at the stone wall, but it was empty, mottled and old, only dust and cobwebs. Where is the shadow of the mural?

"Prophet..."

Lin Qinglong still didn't know how to call the person in front of him, who claimed to be from the last reincarnation, so he had to call him the word "prophet", but he didn't know whether it was appropriate or not.

"There is nothing here."

The continuation of murals seems to have stopped abruptly after the painting that first entered the Baiyan clan just now. As for the "future" mentioned by the prophet, even the shadow could not be seen.

"Can't you see it?"

In the eyes of the prophet, it is clearly full of ancient murals showing the future, but Lin Qinglong can't see it at all.

"It seems that at this time, my ghost eyes have not yet reached the level of 'sky eyes'. I can only look at the 'past' and can't see the 'future'." The prophet smiled and seemed to disapprove it at all. He said to Lin Qinglong, "Come to my secret room. I have another way to let you see what is about to happen. By the way, you can give Meier to the wizard here now. They will help you take good care of her."

After saying that, the prophet clapped his hands gently. With a sudden, a miserable blue flame suddenly rolled up. In the flame, two thin and old wizards came out. The two said nothing. They hugged Su Meier on Lin Qinglong's back and nodded slightly to Lin Qinglong, as if to say, "Don't worry, we will take good care of this. A girl."

Although he didn't say a word, Lin Qinglong felt a sense of trust and intimacy. He nodded and said, "Then I'm sorry to bother you."

A miserable blue flame burned around the two wizards again. When the fireworks were extinguished, the two disappeared quietly.

There was a little doubt on Lin Qinglong's face. The magic power used by the two wizards just now is a kind of escape method, and Lin Qinglong himself is also well ardent about the way of ghost escape. Although he is a cautious person, he can't help asking at this moment: "Are the two wizards of the Baiyan clan also Qimen Dunjia? What kind of escape method is used?

The old prophet nodded slightly and said slowly, "The Baiyan people are a people who believe in gods. It is said that a thousand years ago, the gods taught a method of escape to the Baiyan people, called Shen Dun, and later generations also included this method of escape into the Qimen Dunjia." He paused, moved his feet slowly, and said, "Xiao Linzi, come with me."

After saying that, he led Lin Qinglong to the darker "secret room" in the altar.

Gradually, there are no torches around, and it's dark, and you can't see your fingers.

However, both Lin Qinglong and the prophet have yin and yang eyes that can be "night vision", so they are unrestrained and their feet are light. Lin Qinglong noticed at this moment that although the prophet's cultivation is extremely unfathomable, his body is indeed weak, and every time is old.

Lin Qinglong muttered, do I have an old day?

Seeing that the two of them were speechless, Lin Qinglong's atmosphere was a little embarrassed. He sneaked in the dark with an old man who was exactly like him. Anyway, it made people a little uncomfortable. So Lin Qinglong said, "Since the two wizards' escapes just now was given by the gods, it must be above the ghost escape. Let's talk about it. Is there anything strange about it?"

The prophet said lightly, "It's better to escape." Then he stopped talking.

After listening to "It's not as good as ghost escape", Lin Qinglong raised his eyebrows slightly and thought for a moment. He thought that there must be some unknown wonderful things about ghost escape. Mr. Ji also said that ghost escape is a kind of escape method that can be practiced, and no one knows what it will be cultivated in the end. Since the prophet said so, it seems that he must have mastered a stronger ghost escape. When Lin Qinglong was about to ask in detail, he suddenly heard the old prophet shout in a low voice: "It's here."

As soon as the words fell, the prophet gently grabbed a protrusion on the stone wall and slowly pulled it. He only heard a loud noise from Kerala. The stone wall in front of him gradually shook, like a huge stone slab, slowly pulling up.

A moment later, a secret room appeared in front of them.

There is only one room in this secret room, which is extremely empty, square, simple and unpretentious. The wall is hung with the skins and bones that the Baiyan people like.

This secret room is buried deep in the ground and has been vacant for decades. It has not been cleaned for many years. The wall on the ground is covered with thick dust, but there is no trace of corruption. Lin Qinglong exhaled, and the fragrance of flowers and trees in his nose is really incredible.

There is a strange thing in the middle of the secret room. It is more than half a meter high, a radius of ten feet, and a hexagonal, like a strange well, but it is not a well. It's just like the mouth of an ancient well, but the "well" has no depth. The prophet went to the "well" and whispered, "This is one of the magic weapons of the Baiyan clan. It is a rare ancient god in the world, but it can only be used in the altar of the Baiyan people. It is called the 'Rebirth Avenue', which can help users see the past and the future. It must be said that the gods are very caring for the Baiyan people. However, in the past hundred years, there has been no strong wizard in the Baiyan people. Now in the Baiyan people, Only I can promote this 'Rebirth Avenue'. This 'Rebirth Avenue' can help you see what will happen three days later. Only when you understand all this will you understand my painstaking efforts.

Lin Qinglong looked at this simple and unpretentious "well". There was no strangeness, and he could not feel the fluctuation of energy. Is this the so-called artifact?

Lin Qinglong asked, "What should I do next?"

"You can sit cross-legged in the well and meditate. I'll leave the rest to you."

Lin Qinglong followed his words, stepped into it, and crossed his knees. "Is that all right?"

The prophet nodded slightly and raised his left hand. A mass of dead air quickly condensed, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped. Even Lin Qinglong couldn't help shivering.

"Dead?"

Lin Qinglong's thick eyebrows raised unnaturally.

However, the death in the prophet's hand is different from that of Lin Qinglong, although if Lin Qinglong is willing to do his best, he can make the death thick and dark. However, the prophet's death is completely different. Although his death is extremely cold, there is no trace of evil and anger. Instead, there is a trace of cold comfort, full of wisdom and reason.

The dead air blooming in his hand, like ink, slowly flowing in mid-air, gradually surrounding Lin Qinglong.

Lin Qinglong only felt that every pore was very smooth all over his body, and his whole body was cold, as if he jumped into the river to take a bath in the hot summer when he was a child.

What's more amazing is that since the practice of "wrong", the anger and evil spirit condensed in Lin Qinglong Dantian have disappeared, which made Lin Qinglong, who had been careful to control the anger, finally breathe a sigh of relief. Now, he is completely relaxed.

The dead air is still like ink, but the surrounding scene has gradually changed in Lin Qinglong's ghost eyes.

Baiyan nationality, in front of the cottage.

Through the permeation of ink, Lin Qinglong saw himself, with his legs crossed, standing in front of the small forest, slowly condensing a ball of death in his hand.

During the day, he stood opposite him, holding a broad knife in his hand, frowning and clenching his teeth.

Lin Qinglong in the ink can't help but move his heart. This scene is the last pair in the mural.

He even heard himself say coldly not far away, "You are too weak!"

He knew that this was for the daytime.