Chapter 478 Eyes on the Door

According to the goat,

Until now,

No one has found Sanhuang well yet.

And no one had ever gained anything amazing in Blessed Land.

After all!

Sanhuang well, as the mythical place where the yellow emperor ascended by the dragon, was too extraordinary.

There was no way to win it in a short time.

Fang Zheng was getting more and more surprised as he made his way.

The mountain was like a wasteland.

Abandoned land.

From time to time, the bronze ruins of the buildings, without exception, were already covered in bronze rust spots, filled with the desolation of the years.

Even the land in the mountains was dark red.

An endless dark red.

It was as glaring and conspicuous as the crimson moon above her head.

In this broken mountain, there seemed to have been a great change. All the earth seemed to have been soaked in blood, blood, cold and hard, coupled with the bronze ruins of the building, and everywhere was desolate and dead.

This place is completely wasteland.

Standing in this world, everything is covered by the dead dark red dried blood, which can not help but make people feel a layer of cold shadow, and uncomfortable.

It was as if there were two pairs of eyes of the dead at his feet, lying under the blood-colored wasteland, staring at you coldly and mercilessly.

It gave an ominous feeling.

Suddenly!

Fang Zheng found traces of ancient carvings on a bronze relic that looked like a door in the ruins of a bronze building by the roadside.

The ancient characters looked much more complicated than pictographs. They should be ancient ancestors from a long time ago. They left behind a special font or character. They had existed for many years and were carved as if they were a person's eyes.

However, the bronze artifacts were so badly damaged that only half of the eyes were left and the rest of the symbols were already blurry.

Fang Zheng thought, who would carve an eye on the door?

Does it mean to be vigilant, to guard against something outside the door? Or did the ancients use it to ward off evil spirits, similar to hanging a gossip mirror on a door?

Even when Fang Zheng asked the goat, the goat could not explain why.

The shang and zhou dynasties... Even the ancient people of earlier times, were too long ago. History had already erased everything, and the impression of the shang and zhou dynasties was now left with only a list of deities...

"Silly sheep, do you know what this half eye means?" At this moment, Fang Zheng, whose face was still bruised, spoke vaguely.

He thought the goat would know something.

The goats were not much better either. Their eyes and mouths were swollen like buns that had been stung by wasps. They also mumbled, "Maybe they felt something peeping outside the door, so they carved an eye on the door to ward off evil spirits."

The goat only blurted out one sentence.

But Fang Zheng's intuition told him that this stupid sheep must have hidden something from him, and that the other party must know some secrets that he did not know.

Otherwise, Mr. Fu wouldn't have borrowed this goat specifically.

"Silly sheep, this is Broken mountain again. Purgatory is sealed under the ground of the city. There is a vast expanse of blood-stained soil. It is also the bronze ruins. It is carved on the bronze door with an eye that seems to ward off evil or guard against something outside the door. This Blessed Land is becoming more and more evil."

"You said that the ancient people who built these bronze buildings in Blessed Land knew something in advance and were always afraid of something outside the door, so they carved an eye outside the door?"

"But in the end, these ancient people were still unable to escape from the things outside the door, even the mountains were broken, and blood flowed through every inch of Broken mountain?"

Fang Zheng rubbed his chin as he pondered and continued, "This is Blessed Land, a sacred place for taoist cultivation. These ancient ancestors who failed to escape the disaster and even Blessed Land fell, could they be a whole taoist sect and be exterminated?"

"So the question is, what is outside the door that even the entire daoist sect is afraid of and ultimately failed to escape?"

Fang Zheng's heart was heavy.

He could not help but think of the cold peeping sensation that the blood-colored earth beneath his feet gave him when he first entered the mountain.

As if he could see the change in Fang Zheng's state of mind, the goat threw a white eye at him, "Sheep herding boy, don't you think so much doesn't hurt your head?"

"I don't want to think about that either. The spirit recovery has never ended before the first round. There's really nothing to worry about."

"It's not our turn to worry about the first round of spiritual recovery if we can blow up Blessed Land."

...

When one man and one sheep arrived at the place where the world war had just happened, they found that the war was over.

The closer they got to the place, the thinner the fog became.

There seemed to be a rule of heaven and earth, which made the area different from other places, and the fog was much thinner than other places.

The front gradually became empty, appearing incomparably desolate and distant, as well as desolate and desolate.

Because it was an abandoned world! One after another, the collapsed palaces and temples were now all but ruins.

Fang Zheng could not help but slow down.

It was desolate, filled with rubble and broken buildings.

The once majestic palaces, the magnificent palaces, the heavenly palaces and the high pavilions were all destroyed, forming a high and low pile of broken rocks.

And that was just what he saw.

In the depths of the mist, even more massive ruins seemed to be connected to the sky and the earth, all the way to a distant and boundless place.

In the past, it was supposed to be a mountain of palaces and palaces, magnificent and magnificent, can imagine how brilliant and prosperous it was back then, but now only the desolate scene after the vicissitudes of the sea.

Standing in front of such a huge ruins, people could not help but feel their own smallness and the short life.

I don't know who was so funny, hanging a circle of corpses on the broken wall outside the ruins.

When Fang Zheng arrived at the huge ruins, he finally began to see scattered figures along the way.

These people were still talking about the war from time to time. Fang Zheng actually heard the news about the multi-personality girl from lei yin temple again.

Because just now, such a huge battle momentum, it was actually this dangerous and unpredictable multi-personality girl, spread out in the depths of the ruins.

"Sheep herding boy, if that little girl is really here, with your close relationship with that little girl, it seems that it won't take long. Even if you don't go to her, she will definitely come to Sheep herding boy for you." The goat began to gloat.

At this time, one person and one sheep, their face had been swollen, they were originally a ghost, and one had a miraculous healing effect of true qi, so the injury recovered quickly.

"Silly sheep, you said this is Dragon beard spring?"

"Where's the spring?"

How did Fang Zheng feel that the goat was playing with him on purpose?

Dragon beard spring, at least there must be a spring!

But it was more convincing to say that it was a city, a palace, a mountain gate than to say that it was a spring...

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