The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

After walking through the long and terrifying corridor, there is a right-angled turn at the end. After turning the dark corner, there is still a dark and terrifying corridor.

But just at the right-angle bend, between the two skeleton specimens, stood a bright red door.

The gate style is simple and simple, with various patterns carved on it, and the blood-like color is also very eye-catching.

"Go in and see?"

Murong Chuan frowned and suggested, Shui Jianji nodded indifferently, and then Murong Chuan quietly opened the door.

They didn't intend to let this place go. After wandering around the hall for so long, they came across two doors, and the other places seemed to be sealed.

Neither Murong Chuan nor Shui Jianji could understand what method Lu Bai used to divide the palace into an independent whole.

Murong Chuan gently pushed the door, but it was easily pushed open, and the interior of the room was revealed before his eyes.

The house is made of bluestone, with no windows and no light around it. The roof is engraved with a Huaguang magic circle, and Huaguang beads are embedded in the magic circle to provide light for the house.

There are also three long tables in the room, on which some utensils and things resembling spirit beast bones are randomly piled up.

Under the feet is the bluestone ground, with dirty blood stains on it, which has long been dry and weathered.

There are also some blood stains, which seem to have been poured on recently, and the color is very bright.

The room was dimly lit, and there was something faintly on the long table, but it was impossible to see clearly without getting close.

The two walked forward slowly, and when they saw the first long table, Shui Jianji's pretty face suddenly turned pale, and the gastric juices kept pouring out, wanting to come out.

Even Murong Chuan, after going through the baptism in the lobby and corridors, was still terrified and disgusted by his eyes.

The long table was very long, and four corpses were placed from top to bottom. The first was leather, the second was flesh and blood, the third was internal organs, and the fourth was bones.

If the four corpses were put together, it would be a complete spirit beast corpse.

"This spirit beast is more than three meters long, similar to an ancient ape but with a lion's head. At the end of the majestic ape's upper limbs, there are also a pair of eagle claws.

At the end of the thick and round lower limbs are a pair of giant elephant hooves.Half of the tail is exposed under the body, which is the tail of a crocodile. "

Murong Chuan is now learning and selling, using the trivial knowledge learned from Shang Yuyao to analyze the main characteristics of spirit beasts one by one.

But at the end of the analysis, he realized that this did not belong to any kind of spirit beast he knew.

"What the hell is this? It's just a stew of spirit beasts?"

Murong Chuan complained angrily, wishing he could overturn the long table.

This is too bullying. Putting together a mess of spirit beasts, he doesn't know what kind of spirit beast it is.

Afterwards, the two looked at the other two long tables, each of which contained four corpses, in the same style as the first long table.

The spirit beasts are also very similar. Although the types are completely different, they are all patchwork, which makes Murong Chuan inexplicably angry.

He thinks that he has achieved a little success in his studies, so he can brag in front of others.

He didn't expect to find out that the difficulty of the question turned out to be hell level when he just had a chance, which made him not angry.

"The blood hasn't coagulated yet, and the incision on the corpse is also very fresh, it should be done not long ago.

Perhaps someone in this hall came earlier than us, or there may be someone else living in the temple. "

Shui Jianji went straight to the point, not talking about spirit beasts at all.

That thing is disgusting to death, without a deep knowledge of beast control, it can't solve the mystery, so it's better to divert the target than to waste time.

"Who would that be?"

Murong Chuan was full of doubts, and secretly prayed in his heart, praying that the person was Shang Yuyao.

If it is Shang Yuyao, then she still has a chance to survive, if she stays in the realm of virtuality and reality, then she is really dead.

"No matter who it is, he left here, keep looking."

Shui Jianji ordered lightly, turned around and left the horrible and disgusting hut, and continued walking in the deep and terrifying corridor.

After turning a right-angled bend, there are no longer bones placed on both sides, but flesh and blood specimens and internal organs.

Shui Jianji was not interested in investigating, but after Murong Chuan got used to it, the more she watched, the more interesting she became, and the observation became more careful.

He couldn't tell what kind of spirit beast it was in life through its internal organs, but he observed the surrounding buildings very carefully.

The corridor was originally very dark, and because he didn't observe carefully before, Murong Chuan subconsciously thought that the walls were flat.

When he paid close attention, he found that the wall was uneven, with very strange horizontal and vertical patterns.

Those patterns vary in length and thickness, but they generally belong to the same type of pattern, and Murong Chuan can also feel an inexplicable sense of unity.

It seems that those patterns are a whole, but the size and length are different.

"Hey, have you noticed that the patterns on the wall are very charming, as if they fit some kind of axiom?"

The more Murong Chuan watched, the more interesting he became, so he talked to Shui Jianji, hoping to get some advice.

Murong Chuan's foundation is too weak, he has only traveled through the world for three years, and he still has a lot of knowledge to learn.

The cultivation system has indeed helped a lot, but a lot of knowledge needs to be accumulated in order to learn and use it.

Although the force-feeding infusion of the cultivation system seems extremely powerful, it also has serious disadvantages.

Just like Jishui Jianji, when she focused on the wall, she already knew what it was, but Chu Hao was at a loss.

Obviously the basic knowledge has been instilled, but without the corresponding experience and experience, he can't remember what it is at all.

"You haven't killed anyone, have you?"

Shui Jianji said that he left and right and cared about others, Murong Chuan had something to ask for, so he could only reply: "Don't underestimate people, I have killed three people."

Murong Chuan looked proud. For those educated in the rule of law and civilization, killing three people without permission can be counted as a murderer.

"No wonder you can't see that there are too few lives in your hands."

Shui Jianji explained indifferently, but no matter how it sounded like contempt, Murong Chuan was furious.

"Hey, a monk is not a murderer, it's okay to kill people for fun, isn't that the behavior of a devil?

About my age, don't tell me you killed countless people.If there are too many people killed, there will be psychological shadows, which is not conducive to the growth of young people. "

Shui Jianji glanced sideways at Murong Chuan's displeased thoughts, and said disdainfully, "Which famous monk doesn't have blood on his hands.

Enmity, treasure hunting, and looting pills, which one does not set off a bloodbath.Do you know how many people died before the secret realm opened?
If you go against the sky, you must do things against the sky.A lot of resources are needed to practice all the way, to advance through hardships, to become emperor and become a saint.

All monks need resources, and only by stretching out their blood-stained hands to grab them can they become immortals, but not the reincarnation of dead bones.

The supreme emperor of all realms, the quasi-emperor who fought in the bloody battle of the emperor's road, the god king who can sing and cry, and the magnificent emperor.

Looking back all the way, which one is behind is not the dry mountain of bones. "

Shui Jianji described the cruel and bloody scene in an indifferent and cold tone, which made Murong Chuan's thoughts sink.

Looking back on his journey, although he didn't kill a few people, more than one and a half people died indirectly at his hands.

If you want to gain benefits, you must have blood on your hands.

I don't want to dirty my heart or my hands, there are only two choices.Either the hermit lived alone, or he died under the knife of others.

"Oh? No, don't just talk nonsense, what are those patterns?"