Xuan Ji had already heard the shouts of killing coming from outside the cave, and the gravel on the surrounding rock walls was shaken and fell straight down.
Sheng Lingyuan pressed his temples hard: "If it were you, what are you going to do?"
He didn't open his eyes when he spoke, as if he was asking Xuanji, or someone in the void who refused to show up but kept watching them.
Xuan Ji looked towards the entrance of the cave. In Sheng Lingyuan's memory, this cave was not the later Witchman Tomb, nor was it buried underground.
The faint light reflected from the hole made his face half-dark, revealing the clear and smooth traces of bones under the flesh, creating a stone-like texture, which suddenly didn't look like a body of flesh and blood.
"Nothing to do." Xuan Ji shrugged and said indifferently, "Your Majesty, I am different from you. You received an elite education from feudal emperors. As for me, I went to a public elementary school when I was a child and went to a 'utilitarian university' when I grew up. The biggest goal of the stage is to buy a house and a car, and strive to be an egoist with five stresses and four beauties. If you can still respect the old and love the young, then you are basically a quality model. Why should I have to start from kindergarten because of an inexplicable prophecy? Fighting, taking such a big responsibility? Why should my father be the head of the clan, so I have to take over his class at the age of junior high school graduation? To be fair, this father was not appointed by me voluntarily."
The ancient and modern values collided, and Sheng Lingyuan was stunned for a moment by his "rebel" individualism, and then asked slowly: "Oh, really, then why are you getting involved in these things now?"
Before Xuan Ji could answer, footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the cave. He heard someone yell something in heart-piercing wizard tongue.
Sheng Lingyuan's head hurt even more, and with a low moan, he pressed his forehead against the cold rock wall.
Xuan Ji: "What did he say?"
Sheng Lingyuan replied inaudibly: "The altar...has been opened, the elderly and children go in first."
"altar?"
"It's a forbidden place for the shaman clan," Sheng Lingyuan's voice was about to be drowned out by the noisy voices and footsteps, "Things that the patriarchs and the great saints found dangerous, the spells that don't correspond to the cure, the ancient secrets... are all sealed here , There are seals in the altar that are much more complicated than the Dongchuan barrier. Among them are their mountain gods. They think that the mountain god is like a mother, who can properly keep people's evil thoughts and tolerate everything about their people."
There was another shrill cry from the entrance of the cave. This time, without an interpreter, Xuan Ji could guess that the man was urging the people to flee into the altar. Then, his cry ended in a scream, and the smell of blood poured in. The roar of the monster seemed to be close at hand, and the women and children in the peach blossom garden panicked.
A child of the Witch Race fell down at Xuan Ji's feet. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, and passed his hand over the child's shoulder, only to realize that he was just a bystander thousands of years later.
Xuan Ji raised her head: "Dongchuan is besieged, and the barrier is broken again. The witches can't stand it, so they want to retreat to a place to hide? Wait..."
"Wait for me." Sheng Lingyuan whispered.
Because every time when A Luojin conflicted with others, no matter how angry Sheng Lingyuan was, in the end, he still couldn't bear to argue with him and helped him smooth things over.
Over time, he took it for granted.
As long as you survive, Lingyuan will come.
As long as Lingyuan came, the human race who turned against him would withdraw, and he would be free to take care of those monster beasts who took advantage of the fire.
Lingyuan is like the mountain god on the altar, it is his belief.
"Wait for me to save him."
Aluojin led the warriors of the witch tribe, and desperately bought time for the tribe to escape into the altar. The peaceful Dongchuan was ignited by the flames of war, and the flames swept across the mountains and plains. The starry sky... was swallowed by the fire together.
"Patriarch, be careful!"
Hearing the sound, Aluojin, who was broken, rolled off the horse without looking back. A giant python chased after him, opened its bloody mouth as big as half a cave, and rushed towards Aluojin's face with a foul wind. Jin's horse was bitten off from the waist and belly, and the horse's internal organs flowed all over the floor, but the two front hooves were still rushing forward.
Aluojin bit his index finger, quickly drew a strange symbol in mid-air, and pushed forward suddenly, the bloody mantra collided with the head of the big snake, and the big snake and Aluojin bounced away at the same time.
The big snake leaned back and broke a thick tree. Aluojin flew sideways into the entrance of the cave. The witch who was waiting there immediately activated the mechanism, and the entrance of the cave sank with a roar.
"Quick! Quick! Close the mountain gate!"
Only then did Xuan Ji know that the "Witchman's Tomb" was not buried in the ground due to the movement of the earth's crust, it was a mechanism that could be sealed from the inside!
The big snake bumped into the rock unwillingly, and the sound of smashing against the wall was terrifying. Several witches rushed up to help Aluojin who was exhausted: "Patriarch, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time!"
Aluojin: "The tribe..."
"More than 40,000 people are here." One of his guards said, bent down to pick him up, and ran inside.
One after another, the stone gates fell behind them, and the shouts of killing outside could not be heard, and the surviving witch tribe looked at each other in blank dismay.
The core of the altar—that is, the cave where Aluojin’s coffin was later placed—should not be trespassed. The clansmen rest in the outer cave, crying softly or comforting each other.
A Luojin breathed a sigh of relief, and came to the entrance of the cave alone. The entrance of the cave was sealed by the kind of "bleeding" small white flowers, and only a little sparkle of water could be seen in the gaps between the flower vines.
Aluojin's knees softened and he knelt down.
He was at a loss, regretted it, vaguely felt that he had done something wrong, and didn't know how to get to this step.
His father was killed, and the Great Sage was also old, so he went away the next year without leaving a single word to guide him, because he had already abandoned the legacy of his ancestors and embarked on a path full of thorns.
"That's the 'flower of life and death'," Sheng Lingyuan said. "The water pool symbolizes the mother. The witch people believe that they were born here, and they will return here after death to be protected and rest in peace."
"It doesn't seem to work." Xuan Ji thought of A Luojin, who couldn't be nailed by a dozen coffins, and clicked his tongue. He moved to the hole, looked in through the gap between the flower vines for a while, and asked, "Is there anything here?" Are there many forbidden spells? Can they be used?"
"He didn't dare when he was cornered, that's blasphemy." Sheng Lingyuan said, "Besides, the more lethal many secret arts are, the greater the price to pay. The old patriarch left too hastily, and the spells of the witch clan A Luojin knows a lot of things, and he is afraid of self-defeating."
He's self-defeating too many things.
"Indeed," Xuan Ji looked up and looked around, "but I don't think it's a problem to hide here for a day or two—did you get delayed by something on the way, didn't you make it?"
"No... I didn't delay," Sheng Lingyuan was silent for a long time, "I came just in time."
The Dongchuan warriors who had been besieged for three days and three nights were exhausted. After a brief rest, except for a few night watchmen, the rest were wounded and lying in a mess, unconscious. Even Aluojin curled up next to the altar to sleep. caught.
The mountain god was by his side, and the faint light of the flowers of life and death shone on him. He probably felt safe and slept like a baby.
Xuan Ji saw the night watchmen getting more and more sleepy, and then he smelled a sweet fragrance, very light, and when it passed the tip of his nose, it was like the spring scenery leaked by the breeze in the garden a hundred meters away.
Xuan Ji pinched her nose and asked in shock: "No, wait a minute, is there a 'leading party' in the witch tribe?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several night watchmen faltering for a while, before they all fell down. Afterwards, a bodyguard close to Aluojin opened his sleepless eyes and stood up slowly. Xuan Ji met his lifeless eyes and suddenly realized: "Wait a minute, he is not a traitor—the old patriarch was said to be a traitor earlier." Killed by a messenger disguised as a human skin puppet, then this... "
"That's right." Sheng Lingyuan said "um", "Dan Li is such a thoughtful person, how could he let something out of his control
The "human skin puppet" walked to Aluojin's side quietly, and looked down at the ignorant young patriarch. There seemed to be another soul behind his inorganic eyes.
Then he bent over Alozin.
Xuan Ji: "..."
If this was a horror movie, he should have turned on the "out of the corner of his eye" mode.
But unexpectedly, the human skin puppet just pulled up a cloak, gently covered Aluojin's body, and brushed away the dreadlocks on his face, acting like a gentle father.
Feeling the warmth, Aluojin got tired of being in the cloak, and muttered something in the witch-human language.
The human skin puppet carefully stepped over his lap and walked towards the altar. He took out a fire pocket from his bosom, flicked his finger on it, and the fire pocket caught fire, but the fire looked very strange, it was not an ordinary flame color, it was almost bright red, like the setting sun that was about to fall to the ground, It is clearly a warm color, but it is cool.
The flower vines sealing the altar seemed to have encountered a natural enemy. As soon as the flames approached, they retreated quickly, and soon there was an entrance that could allow one person to pass through. The whole picture of the altar is exposed—the water pool is quiet, and the stone platform seals large and small earthen jars and writing leaves.
At this time, Aluojin may have sensed the light, and opened his sleepy eyes in a daze. He was stunned for a moment, and looked in shock at his brother who had been with him day and night: "What are you doing?"
The human skin puppet looked back at him, smiled, bent down, and threw the fire into the pool. Not only was the fire not afraid of water, it also set the pool on fire like gasoline!
Aluojin jumped up, but before he caught the man who set the fire, the man's skin quickly shriveled, sticking to the bone, and inside was a wooden puppet doll.
Alozin was stunned.
For a while, his family letter, the old patriarch who was murdered, and the personal bodyguard who was transferred without anyone noticing... everything seemed to be connected into a thread, vaguely pointing to a truth.
With a loud cry, Aluojin threw himself into the altar.
But it was too late.
Those who betray the teachings of their ancestors will no longer be blessed by the mountain god. The gods will perish together with the clay sculptures, or, what people believe in is a delusion.
Lies finally floated up, and the water was burning.
The earthen pots sealed on the altar burst one by one, and the evil spirits released by the floating black images ran rampant in the altar. Aluojin had no choice but to block the hole with his own body in desperation, and turned his head to face the stunned The clansman shouted: "Go! Leave the altar! Go!"
The forbidden curses driven by the vicious flames smelled the smell of flesh and blood, and rushed towards him greedily. Aluojin's voice suddenly changed—his body was torn apart by one forbidden curse, and spellbound by the next. From then on, the flower of life and death turned from white to red again, and blood flowed all over his body. He was torn back and forth by different poisonous curses, but within a moment, he was no longer human.
After the initial shock, the witches fled out crying, and the closed mountain gates opened one by one, and the altar floated to the ground again, but soon, the person who rushed to the front retreated with a scream—the entrance of the cave was on fire!
It was a powerful demon fire, which turned into pure white. The first witch-human warrior who stepped forward gritted his teeth and tried to rush out of the fire, but as soon as he touched the fire, it immediately turned to ashes. Tongues of fire quickly rolled towards the cave again, burning everything at sight, and even the stone cave entrance seemed to melt into it.
The panicked witches quickly sank the altar into the ground again.
At this time, Aluojin, who was blocking the entrance of the altar, had gone back and forth between "torn apart" and "re-sewn together" countless times, and the torture was not over yet, blood flowed out from his feet and condensed on the ground In a small sunken pit, a sesame seed-sized butterfly larva floated on the blood. It grew up rapidly and spread its wings—different from the butterfly in the mirror, the blood-stained butterfly flew up after leaving the human body. There was a red light like the evil fire on the altar.
Fly towards the crowd!
"Don't you want to know what those different human-faced butterflies are?" Xuan Ji felt Sheng Lingyuan's voice sounded far away, "Here, it's an inexhaustible evil curse."
Xuan Ji's eyes suddenly brightened, shaking him almost to tears. It took him a while to realize that he was outside the cave. The entire Dongchuan was surrounded by pale demon fire. Someone yelled something and was about to rush in.
Xuan Ji turned around following the sound, and saw a large group of people hurriedly holding down the young Sheng Lingyuan.
He was actually only a day late... a night.
"This fire has been burning for seven days and seven nights," Xuan Ji heard Sheng Lingyuan beside him say, "No one can put it out, do you know why?"
Suddenly, a layer of coolness appeared on Xuan Ji's back.
Before he could answer, the scene collapsed again, and the two of them were forced to follow the stumbling young emperor into the altar.
This place has been completely burned, like a huge oven, with the smell of burnt meat everywhere, the people inside should have been cooked long ago, but those people who were burnt to the bone and flesh are standing one by one!
Talking and laughing like nothing happened, just like Sheng Lingyuan's memory, the hilltop square after dusk.
Aluojin, who was intact, was at the door of the altar at the end of the cave. Through the crowd, he looked towards him inexplicably. He seemed to be laughing, but also seemed to be mocking. When he tilted his head, his head fell to the ground.
Aluojin sighed, and waved to his own head, the boy's male and female indistinguishable head rolled back, he picked it up and held it in his arms.
The head opened its mouth, and the voice echoed in the cave, calling: "Lingyuan."
The young Human Sovereign went crazy, he flung off his followers, and was about to catch up with him when he was suddenly stopped by a voice.
"Stop!" the visitor said, "Do you want to be like the people inside?"
That was Dan Li's voice, Xuan Ji turned her head suddenly, and saw a man coming out, wrapped in a long robe, with a mask on his face.
For a moment, Xuan Ji's mind was full of cause and effect.