Chapter 112

Mo Chen has no action for half a day. Just now he was pointing and pointing.

But he had a dignified look, and remained in the same position for a long time.

Wu Yunshen couldn't sustain himself after only a moment's watching. Two of the other disciples also saw something. But one of them was soon convulsed, one fell to the ground, and the other was empty eyed and full of nonsense. He looked as if he had been possessed by evil. The elder martial brother beside him exchanged his eyes and knocked him faintly.

Some people know that this kind of attack is dangerous to them. Some people came closer to see what happened to the legendary lost unique learning.

And the young man standing in front of the stone gate obviously knows more than them.

This is more convincing than their excellent swordsmanship or deep cultivation. Because it's a unique skill that they don't understand and can't learn at all. Even in the era when the array has not been lost, not everyone can learn this skill. Just as the cultivation of Taoism requires a bone, learning this skill also requires a natural understanding. Some people can't learn it even if they are dazzled. Some people can understand many of the mysteries by just looking at it without being taught.

Mo Chen almost did not notice the passage of time, all around the body also completely lost the sense of existence. In his eyes, those simple ink dots and black lines rotate and twinkle with each other, becoming more and more eye-catching, just like the bright moon hanging in the night sky.

There was silence around him, and heaven and earth were far away.

In such boundless darkness, Mo Chen suddenly moved in his heart.

I can't say that feeling, but Mo Chen suddenly turned his head and cast his sight to his side.

His side was empty.

But Mo Chen is in an instant feel, there is a person, standing on his side.

He was a man he knew so well that he would not be wary of.

He stayed there quietly, not for prying, not for plotting.

He was close and attached to him, and he was there with him.

Just a moment, Mo Chen lost this feeling. The dreariness, dampness and noise all around him again surrounded him. When he regained consciousness, he found that his legs were numb, his eyes were sour and his head was heavy, which made him feel hard to bear.

Wu Yunshen tried to reach out and hold him.

"Have a rest?"

There was also a bag with spring water.

Mo Chen drank two saliva, shook his head and said: "can't delay, while I still remember now, open the door now."

The array on the door is not unchangeable. Just like the stars in the sky, it changes according to the time and season. In another hour or two, it may be the time when the sun and the moon meet. Then the array on the door will move another eye. The calculation just now is useless, and we have to start all over again.

"Don't force it." What Wu Yunshen said was by no means polite.

He did not want Mo Chen to work hard for these two doors. In fact, there is another reason why the array is lost. Those who study this waste too much effort and energy, and few can get a good end. He didn't know where Mo Chen learned this skill, but it was better not to use it.

"No more." Mo Chen turned his head and asked him, "do you have the sword of the valley master?"

Wu Yunshen did not ask him what to do with the sword, so he untied the sword and handed it to him.

This sword is not sharp, but it is of great significance in the burial sword valley.

This is because it is the keepsake of the valley master of all ages and passed down with the position of the valley master.

Mo Chen pulls the sword out of its scabbard, looks at the stone gate in front of him seriously, and then stabs in cautiously and quickly.

At this time, everyone was at the end of their tether, lost their cultivation, and went through such a difficult journey. Mo Chen's sword was silent, and the blade didn't enter the stone gate for several inches. It didn't seem to be very hard.

This makes the onlookers have a little more speculation about his skill.

At this moment, they all guess Mo Chen's identity more or less.

Usually, the eldest son of the valley master, who has been separated for many years, suddenly appears. This is definitely a thunderbolt on the ground, which can shake the whole sword burial valley.

But now people don't have time to think that much.

The next valley master or something What's the point now? The spiritual pulse of the burial sword Valley has changed, and it has become a dead land. There are only about 200 people left in such a big clan. What's the point in fighting for the leader?

The most important thing now is to live.

The key to their survival is obviously in Mo Chen.

Mo Chen did not hesitate to pull out the sword to change a position to stab in. After stabbing four swords, he pulled out the sword, panted slightly. After calming down, he pointed the sword point at another stone gate.

Wu Yunshen didn't ask him why he had to take care of both doors. He just

I don't know why. I feel heartache for this child.

How did he grow up these years? How are you doing?How hard should he be to himself at ordinary times and how hard he has learned to be today?

Wu Yunshen felt a little distressed, but also faintly proud.

He stabbed three swords on the second door.

After pulling out the sword from the stone gate, Mo Chen also put his sword into the scabbard and put out his hand on the stone gate.

The two stone gates, which looked heavy and unshakable, opened backward like an ordinary wooden door, revealing the dark secret passage after going out, and a cool breeze was blowing in the face. Different from the damp in the mountain, the cool wind is dry and fresh, with a smell of grass.

The back of the two doors looks exactly the same.

Wu Yun was stunned for a moment.

According to the anecdotes he inherited from the valley master of the last generation, there is only one way to survive behind these two doors.

He thought that as soon as the door was opened, it would be clear which way to live.

I didn't expect that the two roads looked exactly the same.

The people behind didn't know so much. As soon as they saw the door open, they burst out a burst of cheers. Fortunately, the road was finally opened and they could escape from the heaven.

After hearing Wu Yunshen's words, the joy suddenly turned into a dead silence.

The gap between sadness and joy is too big to be accepted for a while.

Only one of the two doors? If you choose the right one, you can live. If you choose the wrong one, you will die?

Are you kidding? Isn't that a trick?

Isn't this the way of escape left by the founders for future generations? All the way along the way so hard, bumpy don't say, came to the end of the hand. Is this really the ancestor's legacy? Not from their enemies? Don't you want your descendants to live well? At this time, one more person will live, and those who stay may become the kindling of the revival of the clan.

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