Mo Chen hadn't moved for a long time. Just now he was pointing and gesturing with his fingers.
But his expression was dignified, and he kept the same posture for a long time without moving.
Wu Yunshen himself could not continue after watching it for a moment, and two of the other disciples also saw something, but one of them twitched quickly, and one fell to the ground, while the other stared blankly, talking nonsense, It looked like he was possessed by a demon. The senior fellow next to him exchanged glances, and simply knocked him unconscious.
Knowing that there is a formation on the door, some people backed away a little, for fear that this unpredictable danger would spread to themselves. There were also people who got closer, wanting to see what happened to the long-lost secret knowledge in the legend.
And the young man standing in front of the stone gate obviously knows a lot more than them.
This can convince them more than sublime swordsmanship or profound cultivation. Because this is a unique skill that they don't understand at all and can't learn. Even in the era when the formation method has not been lost, not everyone can learn this skill. Just like cultivating the Tao requires a root bone, learning this skill also requires a natural understanding. Some people can't learn it without looking at it, and some people can understand many of its mysteries without being taught.
Mo Chen hardly noticed the passage of time, and everything around him completely lost his sense of existence. In his eyes, those simple ink dots and black lines are intertwined 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 the sky and the earth were infinitely far away.
In such boundless darkness, Mo Chen's heart suddenly moved.
I can't describe that feeling, but... Mo Chen suddenly turned his head and cast his gaze to the side.
There was nothing beside him.
But Mo Chen felt in an instant that there was someone standing beside him.
He was someone he was very familiar with, and he would not be wary of him at all.
He stayed there quietly, not for spying, nor for plotting.
There is intimacy and attachment on his body, and he is just by his side to accompany him.
In just an instant, Mo Chen lost this feeling. The dullness, dampness, and hustle and bustle around him surrounded him again. When he came back to his senses, he realized that his legs were numb, his eyes were sore, and his head was so heavy that he felt it was unbearable.
Wu Yunshen tried to reach out and supported him.
"Will you take a break?"
Someone handed over a skin bag filled with spring water.
Mo Chen drank two sips of water, shook his head and said: "There is no delay, let me open the door now while I still remember."
The formation on the door is not static, just like the stars in the sky, it will change according to the time and season. In another hour or two, it may be the time when the sun and the moon meet again. At that time, the formation on the door will move another formation eye. The deduction just now is useless, and you have to start all over again.
"Don't force it." What Wu Yunshen said was definitely not polite.
He absolutely didn't want Mo Chen to devote himself to these two doors. There is actually another reason for the loss of the formation that others don't know much about. People who learn this are too exhausted, and few of them can die well. He didn't know where Mo Chen learned this skill, but if he can use it, it's better not to use it.
"No need." Mo Chen turned his head and asked him: "You have Gu Master's sword on you, right?"
Wu Yunshen untied the sword and handed it over without asking him what he wanted the sword for.
This sword is not sharp, but it is of great significance in the Burial Sword Valley.
Because this is the token of the valley owner of the past generations, and it has been passed down together with the position of the valley owner.
Mo Chen pulled the sword out of its sheath, looked seriously at the Shimen in front of him, and stabbed in cautiously and swiftly.
At this time, everyone was at the end of their strength, lost their cultivation base, and went through such a difficult journey. Mo Chen's sword was silent, and the sword's edge sank several inches into the stone gate. It didn't seem like a lot of effort.
This made the onlookers speculate a little more about his skill.
Right now, they more or less guessed Mo Chen's identity.
In normal times, the eldest son of the owner of the valley who had been lost for many years suddenly appeared. This is definitely a major event that can shake the entire Burial Sword Valley with a thunderclap on the ground.
But right now, everyone didn't have time to think so much.
What's the point of being the next valley owner... What's the point now? The spiritual veins in the Burial Sword Valley have changed, and it has become a dead place. What's the point of fighting over who is the leader when there are only two hundred people left in such a huge sect
The most important thing now is to survive.
And the key to their survival obviously lies in Mo Chen.
Without any hesitation, Mo Chen drew out his sword and changed another position to stab in. After stabbing four swords in a row, he pulled out the sword, panting slightly, and after gathering his mind, pointed the tip of the sword 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, but I feel sorry for this child.
How did he grow up all these years? is it going well
He has such abilities, how harsh should he be on himself, and how hard he should study hard to be what he is today
Wu Yunshen felt a little distressed, but also faintly proud.
On the second door he stabbed three swords.
After pulling out the sword from the stone gate, Mo Chen put the sword back into its sheath, stretched out his hand and lightly tapped it on the stone gate.
The two heavy and unshakable stone doors opened back like an ordinary wooden door, revealing the dark secret passage behind the door, and a ray of cool wind blowing in front of you. Different from the humidity that has always been in the mountainside, this ray of cool wind is dry and fresh, with a breath of green grass.
The heads behind the two doors look exactly the same.
Wu Yun was taken aback for a moment.
According to the anecdote he inherited from the previous generation of valley owners, only one of the roads behind these two doors is the way of life.
He thought that as soon as the door was opened, it would be clear which way was the way out.
Didn't expect the two roads to look exactly the same.
The people in the back didn't know so much. When they saw the door open, they burst into cheers of joy. They were glad that the road was finally opened and they could escape.
After hearing Wu Yunshen's words, this burst of joy suddenly turned into dead silence.
This gap between sadness and joy is too great for people to accept for a while.
Can only choose one of the two doors? If you choose the right one, you will live, if you choose the wrong one, you will die
What are you kidding? Isn't this a joke
Isn't this the way of escape left by the founding patriarch for future generations? Not to mention the hardships and ups and downs along the way, but at the end, such a skill actually came. Is this really left by the ancestor? Was it not left by their enemies? Does the patriarch not want his descendants to live a good life? At this time, one more life is one, and those who stay may become the fire seed for the revival of the sect. (to be continued)