Rise From Doomsday Chapter 1917: , Kill 4 parties (Part 2)

Having such a good helper is a good thing for Liu Wei'an. Talisman masters are hard to find, and formation masters are even rarer. Now there is one around him. With a little guidance, he can become a big help. , it could take three hours to set up the formation, but because he had to teach Qing Xu, Liu Wei'an spent more than two hours, but he thought it was worth it.

The formation is relatively crude, but it works. Liu Wei'an looked at the time and saw that it was already late at night. He looked at Nie Pohu and others, who were watching eagerly without sleeping.

They have all seen the power of formations and know that at critical moments, formations can really save lives. It is not the best to use them. Once they need to use formations, it must be extremely troublesome. No matter what they sign up for, No one dares to neglect.

"That's it." Liu Wei'an also knows that it's not too late to do anything. The night is long and there are many dreams. Although it is said that in two hours, that is, at three or four o'clock in the morning, people will be most sleepy, but he can come The people in the Phoenix Valley are all experts, and even the weak cannot cross thousands of kilometers of desert. For experts, the slightest disturbance can wake them up, and deep sleep does not exist in a place like this.

You might feel relieved at home, but this is Phoenix Valley, and there are enemies everywhere. Who dares to sleep to death? Most people sleep with one eye closed, always alert to danger.

"What do you need to do, Miss Feng?" Nie Pohu looked at Feng Yiqing.

"We need the Feng Family's Wind Song Heart Technique." Feng Yiqing walked forward for more than ten feet, stopped, looked solemn, and made strange handprints with his hands. His left hand seemed to be nodding like a phoenix, and his right hand was like a roc spreading its wings. The hands were put together in an indescribably strange posture, exuding an indescribable mysterious power.

"Mami Meng Mi Nong Mi A Yi Jie..." A series of obscure spells came from Feng Yiqing's mouth. It was difficult to listen to the voice, but Feng Yiqing's singing was very fluent, and she used singing The way it was said, there was a wonderful rhythm to it, weird, but above all.

"I really didn't expect that Miss Feng could know such a lost spell. The Feng family deserves to be called the Feng family." Fu Jianhu sighed.

"Do you know Miss Fu?" Yuan Xiaoyuan was surprised. Although the inheritance of "Shen Sword Palace" is shorter than that of the Feng family, it is not much shorter. "Shen Sword Palace" does not master the spells, but the ancient spells, the disciples The disciple also dabbled in the art when he was learning. There were more than a dozen spells in his mind, but none of them matched the ones that were sung by He Feng Yi Qing. He didn't expect Fu Jian Hed to know them.

"I heard it once." Fu Jianhu said and stopped talking, as if he remembered something from the past.

"Open!" Everyone understood these two words. Feng Yiqing's finger pointed towards the ground, a wisp of wind shot out, the ground changed, and a downward crack opened silently. The passage, a spiral downward rock step, dim light shines through, and there are lights below.

"That's it." Feng Yiqing looked at Liu Wei'an, Liu Wei'an floated down, Feng Yiqing followed behind, Nie Pohu and others did not need instructions, they immediately dispersed around and were on guard.

Before coming down, Liu Wei'an also thought about the situation below, thinking it was a basement or something like that, and there were many books, and there were ancient books on the four walls.

However, after coming down, he realized that he was still too young. There was a palace underground. The lights were not bright, but they were enough to see every corner. It was a circular palace, as big as half a football field. , there are three floors, upper, middle and lower. The middle is hollow and connected by a circular corridor. Standing on any floor, you can see the other two floors. The palace is a wooden structure.

Liu Wei'an was immersed in the great work of the Feng family. Feng Yiqing said before that this bookstore is only one of the three bookstores of the Feng family. It is only open to the direct lineage of the Feng family, and there are two more. Only the elders are eligible to enter, and the last one is exclusive to the clan leader and ancestors. Others who want to enter must have the consent of the clan leader.

The ancient books in this bookstore are among the most basic and least precious. Of course, to outsiders, this bookstore is a priceless treasure.

"Someone has been here!" Feng Yiqing glanced across the palace, and her pretty face suddenly changed.

"What?" Liu Wei'an was startled and looked at her.

Feng Yiqing suddenly made a strange gesture and said a spell: "Lin!" There was a wave of waves in the spiral corridor leading to the second floor, which was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and the cold murderous intent flashed away. Liu Wei'an was secretly frightened. He didn't even notice that there was a killing array hidden inside. A big family is a big family and there are too many methods.

On the third floor, Feng Yiqing sealed another killing array. The two of them arrived at the third floor safely. Feng Yiqing pointed to some empty spaces on the bookshelf and said: "The shelves here were originally full. ."

"The formation has not been damaged. It should have been taken by your own family." Liu Wei'an said.

"The books in the bookstore can only be read in the bookstore. It is forbidden to take them out of the bookstore-" Feng Yiqing suddenly realized something. Liu Wei'an didn't mean to take them out at ordinary times, but to take them away at the last moment. The last moment is when the Feng family's life and death hangs in the balance.

"Taking the book away instead of destroying it means you have either made preparations in advance or are confident about leaving." Liu Wei'an said. Feng Yiqing's frowned brows suddenly raised, and her eyes cast a look of surprise. She came to the last bookshelf. Beside the bookshelf was a smooth wall, a bit like the space left vacant by insufficient bookshelves. Feng Yiqing bit into it. With his fingers, he squeezed out blood and smeared it on it. Suddenly, a line of words appeared on the smooth stone wall.

"If the descendants of the Feng family cannot protect the books safely, burn them on the spot. Don't let them fall into the hands of people with evil intentions. If you don't get them, don't take revenge. Remember, never——"

The handwriting was sloppy, and the second word 'keep in mind' was only written with the word 'cut', but 'note' was not written. It was obvious that the situation was very critical at that time and there was no time. The calligraphy skills of the person who wrote the calligraphy are quite good. Liu Wei'an's calligraphy is average, but his eyesight is still good.

Feng Yiqing stared at herself on the wall with her eyes wide open, her face changing again and again. The font stayed for more than ten breaths, quickly dimmed, and finally disappeared. At this moment, there was a sound from above Hunjiang Niu’s loud shout.

"You bastards, get out of here!"

Then there was a fierce sound of fighting. Yuan Xiaoyuan's sword energy broke through the air, which was thrilling. The sound of Nie Pohu's arrows rubbing against the air was masked by the sound of Fu Jianhu's flute. When the enemy found out, The sharp arrow had already passed through the temple, and he fell down without a groan. Two maids, Qing Rong and Qing Xu, joined the battle. The number of enemies was very large.

The expressions of Liu Wei'an and Feng Yiqing changed. They no longer cared about trying to figure out the meaning on the wall. The two of them acted at the same time, loading the ancient books into the space ring as quickly as possible. Feng Yiqing grew up in fine clothes and fine food. , there is no need to carry anything with her, all matters are prepared by the maid. She does not have a space ring, only a purse, about 10 cubic meters in size. The space ring she is using now was given to her by Liu Wei'an.

It is very necessary to have a space ring when you go out. The Feng family is located in the middle of the desert. No matter which direction you go, you have to cross thousands of kilometers of yellow sand desert. If there is no space ring to carry supplies, even the top experts cannot carry it. High temperatures during the day, low temperatures at night, food, medicine, etc. , this is no joke, if you are careless, you will lose your life.

Ancient books generally refer to them. In fact, there are not many paper classics in the bookstore, only one tenth. The others are bamboo books, parchment scrolls, silk books, dominoes, stone tablets, shells, etc. In different eras, the carriers chosen to inherit information are different, which is related to technological changes.

Containers such as shells and stone tablets are very inconvenient to view and move. It’s not that the Feng family has never thought of transcribing them again and replacing them with the most commonly used books as the carrier. However, even if the ancestors transcribed them in person, they would still write The original artistic conception was not reflected, so I had to give up in the end.

In ancient times, those who could leave books were all powerful. Each stroke of a powerful person had a personal spiritual imprint. These imprints are equivalent to annotations. If you cannot see the spiritual imprint of the original author, it will be difficult to correct it. Those who understand the meaning of the words are specious and even arrogant.

This is why ancient classics are so precious, because there will only be fewer and fewer, and most of the ones that remain in the world are incomplete and orphan copies.

The bookstore looks huge, but in fact, there are not many books. Some stone tablets are as big as a desktop, but there are only a dozen words on them.

This is especially true for shells. Hundreds of shells add up to less than 500 characters. Yes, only characters. In that era, writing had not yet been formed.

The fighting on the ground became more and more intense, with more and more masters coming from all directions, and a guy with a sharp voice was shouting.

"Come on, everyone, come here, we found an underground palace here, there must be good things!"

This person didn't even come down. He just said that there was a palace. It was probably nonsense to attract more people. But he didn't expect that his words came true. Nie Pohu and others were under great pressure. Suddenly, Qingrong let out a cry of pain. Phew, Feng Yiqing's eyes showed anxiety.

"You stay here and put away the remaining classics. I'll go out and meet these people for a while. ~IndoMTL.com~ Before Liu Wei'an finished speaking, he was gone.

When they came to the ground, Liu Wei'an knew why Yuan Xiaoyuan and others couldn't withstand it even with their strength. There were more than a hundred experts besieging them, including several who were over a hundred years old. The old guy is not afraid even after seeing that Yuan Xiaoyuan comes from the Divine Sword Palace. It can be seen that these people have murderous intentions.

"Great Judgment Fist!"

The wind of the fist was like thunder, shaking the whole country. The strong man who fought with Hunjiang Niu without missing a punch reacted very quickly and actually blocked Liu Wei'an's punch that was almost a sneak attack.

Boom——

The strong man's body exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist.

"Ask your heart!"

The emaciated man who quietly approached Qingxu trembled, and all his strength drained away like a tide. He looked down and saw despair in his eyes. There was a finger hole in his heart, and he slowly fell down with blood gushing out.

Liu Wei'an's eyes flashed. Among the three old guys who besieged Yuan Xiaoyuan, the short and fat man in a blue robe looked like a rich man in the village. This man burst out with a shrill scream. With a cry, blood gushed out from all his orifices, he staggered back three or four steps, sat down on the ground, and the breath of life faded away like a tide.

"The Sword of Annihilation!"

A ripple that was so thin that it was almost imperceptible flashed away. Hundreds of meters away, the archer aiming at Luotuo Xiangzi trembled. The fire of life was extinguished in an instant. An arrow that lost its accuracy hit a man in a dress. The woman in the green skirt, the arrow was extremely powerful, shot from the woman's back, pierced through the chest, tore a hole the size of a cup, and the woman let out a shrill cry of pain.

"Soul Soul!"

There was a momentary pause in the void, and in the flash of lightning, Liu Wei'an took out his bow and arrow and shot twenty-eight arrows in a row, killing twenty-eight masters and shocking all the enemies.