Once Upon A Time, There Was A Spirit Sword Mountain

Early in the morning of 2nd day, Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang found the Great Elder of the tribe and directly asked for it.

“curse seal!?”

Great Elder was having breakfast in the tent-a plate of light vegetable soup. Hearing the two people’s request, he drank the vegetable soup into his nose on the spot.

“How did you know the existence of curse seal?”

For this desert tribe, curse seal can be regarded as an absolute secret, but it is their only hope now. It is highly confidential, but it turns out to be heard from an outsider who has only been here for a day!

Wang Lu said with a smile: “Joke, let the professional adventurer travel in your city for a full day, do you still expect any privacy left?”

Ouyang Shang persuaded on the side: “Junior Apprentice Brother Wang Lu, your statement is a bit perverted.”

“Senior Apprentice Brother Ouyang, your statement seems to say that I am not perverted.”< /p>

“…”

Great Elder stared at Wang Lu earnestly, after a long time, he sighed: “Since you already know, that’s all. But you need us to provide curse Seal, observe the demon up close? I can’t accept this request.”

Wang Lu said: “Afraid to take risks and be involved in us? Then why let us in?”

Great Elder was silent, obviously having difficulty making a decision in his heart.

Invite these outsiders to come in. Of course, he is prepared to take risks, but… it only took a day to progress to the point of confronting the invisible demon, which really exceeded his expectations.

It’s a pity that Wang Lu doesn’t plan to give him a buffer of time.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to provide a curse seal. It’s the same if we run naked. According to my understanding, the invisible demon is not sensitive to creatures other than Demon Race. Two thousand years in the desert. A lot of outside visitors have been welcomed, and they are free to come and go, and even close to the desert oasis will not easily cause curses. We only need to be careful not to trigger the desert poison by then. Then this is goodbye~”

Wang Lu turned around and left, but how could Great Elder make him leave like this? Not to mention that the two of them are the only ray of hope that the Great Elder has seen for so many years… Even if they don’t care about their life or death, if they provoke the devil and cause its curse to erupt, the entire tribe will be the victim!

“…you want a curse seal? Yes, but at least one day preparation time is required.”

“Will it take that long? Half a day is not enough?”

“…”

Seeing Great Elder’s gloomy complexion gradually darkened, Wang Lu realized that he had probably stepped on the opponent’s bottom line.

“Well, then we will see you tomorrow.”

——

2nd day, still in the Great Elder tent, Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang again I visited, but at this time there were two more people in the tent besides Great Elder. They were two wrinkled faces, Life Aura’s insignificant Elderly, age…should be around fifty, belonging to the elders of the tribe.

Great Elder’s complexion looked more gloomy than last time. After seeing the arrival of Wang Lu, Snorted said: “Then get ready to start.”

Then, I saw Great The two people beside Elder suddenly pulled out their knives, and the cold light flickered.

Wang Lu was shocked, this thing Great Elder prepared for one day? The smashing cup is the number one, and the five hundred swordsmen ambush behind? The question is…Is the two weak old men in front of me worthy of being a swordsman?

It is true that there is no shortage of geniuses in this tribe. In terms of realm alone, there are 20-30 people above the Gold Core level among a thousand people. But in terms of actual battle strength…Wang Lu alone is enough to slaughter this city more than ten times. Violent confrontation is simply unattainable!

But next moment, I saw the two old man’s blades turned and slashed directly to their necks, and the way they used their force was very curious, and they cut off their entire heads with a single knife!

Looks at two springs of blood rising into the sky, Wang Lu frowned and asked Ouyang Shang: “…Is this a head-down technique?”

“…I think You must have misunderstood, the head-down technique is not to lower your own head!”

But Ouyang Shang can’t figure out what the other party is thinking. He cuts off his head as soon as he meets. I am afraid there is no such curious meeting ceremony below. But soon he understood the other party’s intentions.

Demon Race Great Elder has a gloomy complexion and spread his arms to gather strength. The blood spring rising up into the sky is dragged by invisible power into countless streams, and in midair draws complex graphics.

“…Is this a curse seal?”

Seeing this scene, even the dull people can realize the truth. It turns out that the curse seal of Demon Race was drawn with human head blood as the materials. No wonder Great Elder looked awkward when he asked for the curse seal, and his face was also very unsightly at this time.

The Great Elder manipulated the blood of the human head in the air with its subtle magical power to outline incomparably complex and exquisite patterns, and then groaned, the blood map flashed 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 them.

After drawing the curse seal, Great Elder looked very tired: “Next, do what you should do.”

“I thought it was sex. “

“…”

——

After putting on the curse seal, the two of them didn’t at all feel any difference from the previous ones, using various methods Trying to analyze the secret of curse seal, I can only feel a weak and mysterious force condensed in the curse seal. When it is analyzed in detail, it is a bit like garbled code-no practical significance.

Why can Demon Race avoid the perception of the invisible demon through such a garbled QR code printed on the wrist? I can’t understand it 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 tentatively accept this setting first.

In short, after accepting the curse seal, the two are ready to go to the habitat of the invisible demon-in the middle of the city, a majestic and majestic temple. The tribal blood sacrifice and other ceremony are all held in the temple.

This shrine made of pure white rocks is very eye-catching in the city full of tents and mats. It is a crane in a flock of chickens. It’s hard to imagine the people here are squeezed to the point where they can pool resources to build this temple. The influence of the invisible demon in this city is also evident. At the same time, it is easy for people to think about how much these Demon Races are afraid of the invisible demon to waste resources in building temples.

But when I approached, the stone murals surrounding the outer wall of the temple clearly recorded the spirit of Demon Race unyielding indomitable resistance. Each mural recorded a tribal compatriot who died in the struggle. , Even insignificant ordinary people. Over the past two thousand years, these murals have been densely packed and thousands of them have been accumulated.

Perhaps when building this magnificent temple, Demon Race realized that it would be a protracted, even endless struggle, so it left plenty of space to record those brave martyrs. It is a pity that two thousand years have passed, and the outer walls of the magnificent hall are finally running out, and the invisible demon is still so powerful that there is no hope of liberation.

Open the door of the hall, inside the door is cold and cheerless, only a few priests with pale faces, after seeing Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang, they nodded indifferently, and then opened the door to the deeper stone gate.

Along the passage behind the stone gate all the way down, the air all around has changed from scorching heat to cold, and the passage under the feet spirals all the way down. After walking about several hundred meters, the passage A door appeared at the end.

There are rune curse seals drawn by blood all over the door. The blood is still flowing slowly under the drive of mysterious power, reflecting the torch light on both sides of the passage. The blood imprint on the door is much stronger than the curse seal on the wrists of Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu, and the effect is simple and clear-to prevent all unauthorized people from entering after entering Sect and avoid angering the devil.

Behind the door is the altar where the blood sacrifice ceremony of the Desert Demon Race is held. It is also the closest place to the demon body in the entire oasis city. Every once in a while, the High Priest of the tribe will host blood sacrifice here, gathering the older and weaker members of the tribe to sacrifice to the devil. Of course, sometimes the devil will also ask for some sacrifices by name, but the scope of the request is completely random. Sometimes it is the high-ranking Elder of the tribe, and sometimes it is an ordinary mortal. At this time, the tribe will be accompanied by life and death.

In the time other than blood sacrifice, this door will basically not open, and the power of these Demon Races is also impossible to brute force blood imprint, so it is usually safe. But this safety lock is not so absolute for people outside the oasis. A few days ago, after Feng Yin and the others cracked the blood imprint on the door, they sneaked into and caught a glimpse of the blood sacrifice. Misunderstood that the desert Demon Race has the ability to control sandstorms.

A door lock that even Feng Yin can crack is with no difficulty for Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu. Ouyang Shang didn’t even touch the blood imprint, just reached out and pressed it on Wang Lu’s shoulder, next At the moment, the two of them appeared behind the door-he used the brilliant earth escaping technique.

Behind the door is an empty space, and a huge blood-stained altar is placed in the center of the circular space. The two of them walked to the front of the altar, then closed their breaths and concentrated, further converging and suppressing the magical power fluctuations throughout their bodies, and even their breathing stopped, and their body temperature dropped, like a dead thing.

The next thing to do is the feat that Demon Race has not tried for two thousand years. Even with the protection of the curse seal, you have to be careful.

The two opened the altar.

Heavy and huge rocks rise directly from the ground like straws in the hands of the two Gold Core Daoist Masters. The process was quiet and silent. All the fallen rubble was wrapped and melted by Ouyang Shang with a soft and subtle force. Under the altar was a bottomless pit.

According to the legend of Demon Race, under the cave is the body of the demon, but apart from the first brave two thousand years ago, no one can witness his posture with his own eyes. After the first group of brave men rushed into the cave, no one was able to escape. At that time, Demon Race was not as weak as it is today.

When the entrance of the cave was exposed, Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu only felt assaults the senses, and they could not help raising their vigilance to the extreme. Wang Lu even wandered Formless Sword Qi around to ensure their immunity from myriad poisons. ……

But next moment, the tight nerve broke with a bang.

“Oh, these two Little Brats who have never seen it~”

The sound that rang in my ears made the two Gold Core Daoist Masters who are used to seeing the wind and waves feel at the same time. Great earthquake.