Once Upon A Time, There Was A Spirit Sword Mountain Chapter 500: : Cave Story

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In the early morning of the next day, Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang found the tribal elders and asked directly.

"Spellmark!?"

The elder elder was having breakfast in the tent-a plate of light vegetable soup. When he heard the request of the two, he drank the soup into his nose on the spot.

"How do you know the existence of the curse mark?"

For this desert tribe, the mantra can be regarded as an absolute secret, but that is the only kind of fire they hope today, highly confidential, but the result is heard from a foreigner who has only come for a day!

Wang Lu smiled and said: "Joke, let professional adventurers turn around in your city for a full day, what else do you expect * can't you get?"

Ouyang Shang persuaded him: "Sister Wang Lu, your statement is somewhat abnormal."

"Brother Ouyang, you seem to be saying that I am not perverted."

"..."

The elder stared at Wang Lu seriously, and after a long time, he sighed: "Since you already know it, that's all. It's just that you need us to provide the seal of the mantra to observe the demon up close? I can't accept this request."

Wang Lu said: "Afraid of taking risks and being involved in us? Why did you let us in?"

The elder elder murmured, obviously it was difficult to make a decision.

Inviting these outsiders to come in, he is of course prepared to take risks, but ... it only took a day to progress to the point of facing the invisible demons, which really exceeded his expectations.

Unfortunately, Wang Lu did not intend to give him any buffer time.

"It does n’t matter if you do n’t want to provide a curse seal, we ’re going to be streaking as well. According to my understanding, the invisible demons are not sensitive to creatures other than the demons. A lot of people have also ushered in the desert for two thousand years. Outside visitors, freedom of entry and exit, and even close to desert oasis will not easily cause curses. We will only need to be careful not to trigger sand poisoning at that time. Then this will leave ~ "

After Wang Lu turns, he will leave, but how can the elders let him go like this? Not to mention that the two of them are the only rays of hope that the elders have seen for many years ... Even if they do n’t care about their life or death, in case they provoke the devil and curse it out, the entire tribe will be the victim!

"... You want a mantra? Yes, but at least give me one day to prepare."

"Does it take so long? Half a day is not enough?"

"..."

Seeing that the elder's somber complexion gradually began to darken, Wang Lu realized that he might have stepped on the other party's bottom line.

"Okay, let's see you tomorrow."

——

The next day, still in the tent of the big elders, Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang visited again, but this time there were two more people besides the big elders in this tent. There were two wrinkles on the face and the breath of life was undetectable. Old man, old age ... should be around fifty, and belong to the elders of the tribe.

Big Elder ’s face is more gloomy than last time. After seeing Wang Lu and his arrival, he snorted and said, "So get ready to start."

Then the two elders by the side of the elder suddenly pulled out their knives, and the cold light flashed.

Wang Lu was shocked. This elder is preparing for a day, is this kind of thing prepared? Five hundred swordsmen ambush behind the cup? The question is ... Are these two old men who can't help but be worthy of the sword?

It is true that there is no shortage of genius in this tribe. In terms of realm alone, among the 1,000 people, there are 20-30 people above the level of Jindan. But in terms of actual combat power ... Wang Lu alone is enough to kill the city more than ten times, and the violence is simply stupid!

But at the next moment, I saw that the two old men's blades turned around and cut directly to their necks, and the way of exerting force was very curious. The whole head was cut off with a knife!

Looking at the two blood springs rising from the sky, Wang Lu frowned and asked Ouyang Shang: "... Is it head drop surgery?"

"... I think you must have misunderstood, head-down surgery is not to lower your head!"

However, Ouyang Shang was not sure what the other party was thinking, and cut off his head as soon as he saw him. I'm afraid there is no such surprise meeting in the world. But soon he understood the intention of the other party.

The elders of the Demon Race have a gloomy face, spread their arms to gather power, and the blood spring rising from the sky is dragged into innumerable thin streams by invisible power, and a complex figure is drawn in the air.

"... This is a mantra?"

Seeing this scene, even the dull people can realize the truth. It turned out that the magic seal of the Demon Race was drawn with human head blood as the material. It is no wonder that when the curse seal was previously asked for, the face of the big elder was now difficult to look at, and his face was also very unsightly.

The elder elder controls the blood of the human head in the air with exquisite mana to draw out extremely complex and delicate patterns, and then groaned, the blood figure flickered a few times in the air and disappeared. Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu each felt their wrists warm, and a miniature figure was printed on it.

After drawing the mantra, the elder looks very tired: "Next, do what you should do."

"I thought it was ****."

"..."

——

After wearing the spell seal, the two did not feel any different from the previous ones. They tried to resolve the secret of the spell seal in a variety of ways, and they could only feel a weak and mysterious force condensed in the spell seal. The specific analysis is somewhat garbled-it has no practical meaning.

Exactly why the demon can avoid the perception of the invisible demon through such a garbled QR code printed on the wrist, and it ca n’t be understood anyway. But considering that the body of the invisible demon is still unknown, perhaps his way of perception is completely beyond common sense, so he had to accept this setting first.

In short, after accepting the mantra, the two are ready to go to the invisible demon's habitat-in the middle of the city, a magnificent and magnificent temple. Ceremonies such as blood sacrifices of tribes are held in the shrine.

This shrine made of white rocks is particularly eye-catching in the city of tent straw mats everywhere. It's hard to imagine the extent to which the people here are conserving food to get the resources to build this temple. The influence of the invisible demons in this city is also evident. At the same time, it is also easy for people to imagine: how terrified these demons really are that invisible demons, so they will waste resources to build the temple.

But as we approached, the stone murals surrounding the outer wall of the temple clearly recorded the unyielding spirit of the demon clan. Each mural recorded a tribal compatriot who died due to the struggle, even if it was only insignificant during his lifetime normal people. Over the past two thousand years, such murals have been densely accumulated in thousands.

Perhaps when building this magnificent palace, the Demon Clan realized that it would be a protracted struggle, even without an end, so they left enough space to record those brave martyr. It is a pity that after two thousand years, the outer wall of the magnificent hall is finally running out, and the invisible demons are still so arrogant that people can't see the hope of relief.

Pushing open the door of the hall, the door was cold and clear, and there were only a few pale-looking priests. After seeing Wang Lu and Ouyang Merchants, they nodded indifferently, and then opened the stone door leading deeper.

Along the passage behind the stone gate all the way down, the surrounding air changed from scorching to cold, the passage under the foot spiraled down all the way, and after walking for hundreds of meters, a door appeared at the end of the passage .

The door is filled with rune spells drawn by blood. The blood is still flowing slowly, driven by the mysterious power, and reflects the torch light on both sides of the passage. The blood mark on the door is much stronger than the curse marks on the wrists of Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu, and the effect is simple and clear-to prevent all unauthorized people from entering the door and avoid angering the demon.

Behind the door is the altar where the desert demons hold the blood sacrifice ceremony, and it is also the place closest to the demon body in the entire oasis city. Every once in a while, the tribe's high priest will preside over the blood sacrifice and gather the elderly and weakened people of the tribe to sacrifice to the devil. Of course, sometimes the devil also asks for some sacrifices, but the scope of the request is completely random. Sometimes it is the elders with high weight in the tribe, and sometimes ordinary mortals. At this time, the tribe will be separated from life to death.

The door will not be opened during the time other than the blood sacrifice, and it is impossible to violently crack the blood mark with the power of these demons, so it is usually safe. But this security lock is not so absolute for people outside the oasis. A few days ago, Feng Yin and others cracked the blood mark on the door and sneaked into the blood sacrifice. Misunderstood that the Desert Demon has the ability to control sandstorms.

The door lock that even Fengyin can crack is even easier for Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu. Ouyang Shang does n’t even touch the blood mark, but just reaches out and presses on Wang Lu ’s shoulder. Behind the door-he used extremely clever earth escape techniques.

A huge empty, blood-stained altar is placed in the center of the circular space. The two walked up to the altar, then closed their minds, further converging and suppressing the fluctuations of their mana, and even stopped breathing, and their body temperature dropped like a dead object.

The next thing to do is a feat that the Demon Race has n’t tried for two thousand years, even if it is protected by a curse mark, it has to be careful.

The two opened the altar.

Heavy heavy stones, like straw, were raised directly from the hands of two Jindan real people. The process was quiet and silent. All the fallen rubble was wrapped and melted by Ouyang Merchant with soft and delicate strength. Below the altar was a bottomless pothole.

According to the legend of the Demon Race, below the cave is the body of the devil, except that no one can witness his posture except the first batch of brave men two thousand years ago. After the first batch of brave men rushed into the cave, no one could escape. At that time, the Demon Race was not as weak as it is today.

When the hole was exposed, Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu only felt a gust of wind, and could not help raising their vigilance to the extreme. Wang Lu even walked around the body with a swordless gas to ensure that he would not be poisoned ...

But at the next moment, the tense nerve slammed.

"Yo, two little guys I have n’t seen ~"

The sudden sound in his ears caused the two Jin Dan who were accustomed to the wind and the waves to feel the tremor at the same time.