The blood spirit was obviously stunned, and then began to struggle violently. Long Xiangtian didn't want to give him a chance to fight back, so he used both arms to exert force, and with a light shout, he pulled up the sturdy blood spirit, and then suddenly threw it backwards. The blood spirit flew towards the sea of fire in mid-air with its fangs and claws bared.
Long Xiangtian was extremely strong, so throwing a blood spirit was a piece of cake for him. The blood spirit fell directly into the spreading sea of fire after being thrown by Long Xiangtian. As soon as it entered, it suddenly jumped up, howling strangely.
"Come in!" Long Xiangtian hurriedly called out to the stunned people. After hearing this, they came to their senses and hurried to the door. Long Xiangtian was afraid of any accidents, so he climbed the door frame and jumped out to cover everyone's retreat. During this time, the blood spirits roared and rushed towards the stone door, but were kicked back by Long Xiangtian. When the last person entered the stone door, Long Xiangtian quickly took out the key and jumped in before the stone door closed. At this time, the sea of fire was less than half a meter away from the stone door, and Long Xiangtian's back was burning.
After three unsuccessful attacks, the Blood Spirit collapsed in the sea of fire. His legs were burned off, and in the end, all that could be heard was his constant wailing and angry roars until he fell into silence.
The little child Xue Ling in Yunniang's arms finally calmed down after the other party stopped roaring. However, his little hands still grabbed Yunniang's collar and refused to let go. His head was buried in Yunniang's arms, not even daring to show his head.
Long Xiangtian looked around and found it was very quiet and safe. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Nulimu also looked like he had survived a disaster. He sat on the ground gasping for breath. A lot of oxygen had been consumed outside just now, and everyone was feeling a little uncomfortable.
Long Xiangtian calmed himself down, and while he was looking around with the lighting equipment, he was thinking about the next way out. The space here was very large, with two staircases on each side that led to unknown places, one going up, one going down, it was dark and there was no sound. Long Xiangtian walked up with the lighting equipment and looked inside, but he couldn't see the end. In the middle of the space was a huge mural. Perhaps it was too long, and the oil paint on it was a little mottled, but it could still be vaguely seen that this was the scene when King Sipan ascended the throne. One of the scenes caught Long Xiangtian's attention.
There are two stairs painted in the upper left corner and the lower right corner of the mural. The one in the upper left corner leads to heaven, and standing on the stairs is a holy twelve-winged angel. The one in the lower right corner leads to hell, and standing on the stairs is a strange man with a red body and three eyes on his head.
Long Xiangtian's eyes moved, and he thought of the strange skull. Could it be that the three-eyed man depicted in the mural? Long Xiangtian set his sights on the stairs again. Going up was heaven, going down was hell, and in the middle was King Sipan himself.
A light bulb suddenly lit up in Long Xiangtian's mind. He shone the light to one side, where there were stairs leading upwards. Then he turned to the other side, where there were stairs leading downwards.
Could it be that this mural is a hint? Long Xiangtian suddenly became excited. If his guess was correct, then the two steps represented the road to hell and the road to heaven respectively, and the place where he was now was most likely the place where King Sipan was, which was the main tomb chamber of the entire tomb!
Thinking of this, Long Xiangtian could no longer suppress his inner excitement and began to tell Yunniang and Nulimu about his guess.
The three of them looked at each other, and Yunniang and Nulimu also came to the mural and took a closer look, and immediately had the same idea as Long Xiangtian. So everyone stopped talking, except for Yunniang who had to take care of the little blood spirit, and only one of the mercenaries had lost his ability to move, so the rest of them began to look for clues in this space.
Previously, Long Xiangtian was worried that the oil and fire outside the door would spread here. Now, nearly half an hour has passed and there is still no movement. It seems that he has completely escaped from the crisis.
Long Xiangtian can now concentrate on looking for clues about King Xipan.
Although the space here is large, there are no other decorations except the murals in front of them. After searching for a whole circle, they did not find any useful clues. Later, they even searched every corner, but still could not find any clues about King Sipan.
This is strange... Long Xiangtian frowned and pondered, and his eyes could not help but focus on the mural in front of him again, hoping to find more clues on it. However, although the mural is large, the content on it can be seen at a glance. In addition, due to the limitations of the time, the characters and Beijing depicted are far less vivid and exquisite than they are now, and can only be described in an abstract way. In addition to the angels, King Sipan, and the three-eyed monster, there are only a group of pilgrims and a few scattered decorations.
The more Long Xiangtian looked, the more strange it seemed, because he always felt that there seemed to be something wrong here. Suddenly, Long Xiangtian fixed his eyes on King Siphan. For some reason, the depiction of King Siphan in the mural was much more delicate than that of the angel and the three-eyed monster. Long Xiangtian could even feel a kind of pressure from him, as if he was born to be a king just standing there.
King Siphan on the mural had his hands spread out on both sides, accepting the worship from the people. When Long Xiangtian put the people and King Siphan in the same sight, Long Xiangtian's head buzzed, and King Siphan's aura suddenly increased several times. Long Xiangtian, who had never practiced spiritual power, was immediately shocked by this pressure and took several steps back.
However, although Long Xiangtian suffered such harm, he grasped the key and continued to look at the mural regardless. As he stepped back a little bit, Long Xiangtian finally put the entire mural in his field of vision, and his attention was all focused on King Sipan.
Just when Long Xiangtian took the angel and the three-eyed monster into his sight, King Xipan in Long Xiangtian's eyes seemed to come alive, with a look that looked down on all living beings and the aura of a king descending. Even angels and demons could not help but come down to the world to make a pilgrimage. For a moment, Long Xiangtian felt that the only way to describe King Xipan was to use "the only one in the world".
At the same time, the feeling of the sky falling down pressed heavily on Long Xiangtian's shoulders. Long Xiangtian's heart felt like it was being hit hard by a drumstick, shaking violently. His legs even trembled under such heavy pressure, and he couldn't help but kneel down on the ground.
“Hah…” Long Xiangtian yelled, and all the muscles in his body began to tremble. Seeing Long Xiangtian like this, everyone was horrified and ran towards him, but when they were still seven or eight meters away from Long Xiangtian, everyone was bounced back by a magical force without exception.
"Brother Xiaoliu, what happened?" Nuli, who was knocked to the ground, stared blankly at Long Xiangtian. Everything happening before his eyes was beyond his understanding.
Yunniang also looked at Long Xiangtian with a worried look on her face. She didn't know what was wrong with Long Xiangtian. He didn't look like he was possessed, but Long Xiangtian's expression was so painful and struggling.
At this moment, Long Xiangtian felt that the whole sky was pressing down on him. Even if he tried his best, he could clearly feel his body bending down little by little. Long Xiangtian also understood the significance of the mural at this moment. This should be what King Siphan left for future generations, hoping to leave behind his most glorious moments after his death. Although he didn't know what secret technique was used in the mural, this kind of pressure was indeed not something that ordinary people could bear. Ordinary people would probably kneel down when they saw King Siphan himself, not to mention that Long Xiangtian had the entire painting in his field of vision.