Chapter 269 Take the cave away

There is a mysterious world with the same content of murals. There is a jade root hidden in the broken underground palace of the tomb forest, and this cave is composed of the air source of death. What is the connection between the two?

The "bridge map of ten thousand ghosts" is carved on the wall of the entrance. Countless ghosts are busy with each other. There are movers, stone masonators, supervisors, many but not messy, mixed and orderly. What kind of person can't help but make people sound, who has the ability to trend tens of thousands of souls to work hard?

Mian Xilong has once again restored its habitual indifference, but there is infinite shock and confusion hidden under this indifference. What is the mystery of the dark dwarfs looking for thousands of years of pictures?

He has already known the content of these pictures. There is no need to look more, no more stay. Wang Wujian moved to the wall on the other side. What surprised him was that he did not see the dazzling and dazzling "colorful picture" this time. Some of them were just penetrating darkness, and the breath of death on the wall became stronger and stronger. Heavy, the black fog covers the wall with a thick layer, which seems to cover the face of the "colorful picture".

"No, there should be two more pictures!" Wang Wujian glanced around the cave, but found no other murals. The key was that there was no more drawing.

Seeing Mian Xilong looking up, Wang Wujian noticed that there was a huge picture at the top of the cave. In the pattern, a bridge shrouded in black mist extends to the sky. The bridge is so high that it is so high that it is impossible to describe the pier. This bridge should have been a dazzling fairy bridge, but unfortunately the black breath of death is now covered.

There is a person standing on the back of the bridge. He is burly and arrogant. He is dressed in the clothes of ordinary people and holds a long sword in his hand. He is elegant without losing the wind of the king.

But it seems that he is just standing at the bridge and looking at the scenery. He doesn't mean to walk over. He also seems to be waiting for someone or something on the opposite side. There is no idea.

After looking up for most of the day, I still couldn't find a clue, which made my neck sore and weak. When he looked down at the sleeping dragon, he was closing his eyes and meditating, and the heavenly eyes above his head were also gloomy.

"A picture is missing!" Wang Wujian suddenly thought of the dementor map that almost made him crazy. Only that picture did not leave any image, but he carefully searched in this cave several times and never found it. The lack of this picture became the difference between the broken underground palace of the tomb forest and this cave of death.

"What the hell is this place?" Seeing that Mian Xilong opened his eyes and revealed a complex look of relief and doubt, Wang Wujian couldn't help asking. He believed that Mian Xilong couldn't wait to find the gas source and asked him to absorb all the gas of death. The starting point was not only to ask for spiritual wings, but also for other reasons.

"In the dark dwarf clan, there is an ancient legend: when someone can step on the path of dreams, it is the mysterious world. When someone can withstand the baptism of death, what I want to say is this cave of death, and that person will get the secret to heaven." Mian Xilong's face did not change, and he said solemnly.

"The way to heaven?" Wang Wujian looked up at the bridge extending to the clouds at the top of the cave and was stunned for a moment. "Will these pictures have anything to do with the overpass map?"

"Of course, the first picture tells the battle between the two masters on the land of China. A long time ago, the master of the land of China was a spiritual beast. Later, when human beings slowly grew, the two began an earth-shaking decisive battle. The end of the battle was that human beings were defeated, and The spirit beast has disappeared since then. Mian Xilong said sadly.

"Aren't you the king of spirit beasts? Don't you know where other spirit beasts have moved?" Wang Wujian asked curiously.

"Ha ha, I'm just a high-ranking one among the remaining spirit beasts. I have a false reputation. The real spirit beasts are far stronger than us, and we are at best weak people abandoned by the same kind!" Mian Xilong said with a bitter smile.

"Well, are you still weak? So, isn't the martial spirit as weak as an ant? Wang Wujian's eyes fell sharply. He couldn't believe what he heard. Human beings are so small?

Mian Xilong shook his head and did not answer directly. Instead, he turned his eyes to the "colorful map" shrouded in black fog, and then looked at the map of ten thousand ghosts building a bridge. He frowned and said, "It is said that it takes 600,000 dead souls to build the overpass. This picture truly records the spectacular scene when the overpass was built. I don't think it is a legend. Fake, what's the use of building an overpass..." Mian Xilong raised his head, his voice was extinguished, and he looked at the pattern at the top.

"Is it that the overpass is a bridge to another world?" Such an idea gushed out of Wang Wujian's mind, and the other side of the bridge must be unpredictable. Otherwise, the man at the head of the bridge would not dare to cross the thunder pool after building the overpass.

"It is the only place to go to the former holy continent." Mian Xilong's words were amazing, and Wang Wujian was shocked, and his face was full of surprise.

"After the decisive battle between human beings and beasts, several spiritual sources in the land of Shenzhou were destroyed, so the land of Shenzhou was no longer suitable for spirit beasts to survive, so they migrated to the former holy continent. This overpass was built by hundreds of thousands of undead people who died in battle, which must be the way to the former holy continent." Mian Xilong said unswervingly.

"Is this possible?" Wang Wujian can't believe it. He doesn't doubt that the spirit beast has the ability to migrate, but who has the ability to manipulate 600,000 dead souls to work for it? Is it the king of mankind?

"Well, my goal has been achieved. It's time for us to go out." Mian Xilong breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with relief. A strange smile hidden in the depths flashed in the corners of his eyes, as if he was hiding something. "The spiritual source is this cave. I'm afraid you can't take it away. I can give you some time to make up for it again."

Wang Wujian's mind was full of a series of confusion and novel insights. Suddenly, he heard it saying that he was going to leave, and there was a feeling of reluctance, as if there was some mysterious force in this seeping cave that attracted him, which made it difficult for him to give up.

"Can't you take it away? No, I must take it away." Wang Wujian pouted and glanced at the whole cave, generating an idea that he was afraid of.

Mian Xilong frowned slightly and waited.

"I'm going to take the whole cave away!" Wang Wujian's face was calm and said firmly. When he spoke, there was a trace of coolness on the soles of his feet. Mian Xilong stared at him in surprise and felt that he was attacked by the breath of death, so that he was dizzy and talking nonsense.

"Since the air source is with this cave, I will take this cave away together!" Wang Wujian reiterated and looked at Mian Xilong unswervingly.

Mian Xilong smiled and was silent, waiting for him to take away the whole cave. Is there a way to take everything?

"You go out first. I'm going to do something you can't think of." Wang Wujian smiled with a hundred times more confidently and issued an expulsion order. Mian Xilong laughed and walked out undisputedly, crawling lazily on the ground as a waiter.

Wang Wujian made a funny grimace for it, and then sat on the ground. His mind controlled the sky mirror hanging high above his head and protected his body. The new soul power in his body - the spirit of the spirit of the dead began to operate in a familiar way. A aftershock of energy emitted from his top door, accompanied by a rapidly changing light, the new martial soul. The soul light!

Adjusting the state of the martial soul, Wang Wujian began to communicate with Yugen, and the aura slowly gushed out. Before a moment, the jade root radiated the spirit of the spirit like a spring, and soon covered his body with a thick and holy white fog. Wang Wujian sat in it, like a born fairy, elegant and sacred. , real and ethereal.

After a while, Yugen completely escalated into a state of releasing energy, just like a huge hydropower station opening the sluice gate to release water. The spirit of Lingyu surged out of his body with a roaring sound like surging waves. The roar was endless, just like standing on a reef by the sea, and the sound of the waves shook the sky.

The suspended sky mirror above his head also produced a change, emitting a dazzling light. The blue lightning landed on the top of Wang Wujian's head with the sound of lightning. The lightning slowly swam around him at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then disappeared into the ground, which looked extremely magical.