Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 45: Thousand Machine Cultists
"Master, it's right here." Jiang Zichen led everyone to a place where a black wooden stick was inserted. "Brother Lin and I dug from here and found the stone hall below. Before we went back, we found a stick to mark this place."

Song Xian nodded. The sand here was obviously different from the surrounding area, and it was obvious that it had been renovated.

"Let me try." Zhong Wenyuan walked up to him, put his hands together, and clapped them down. There was a loud noise, and sand and dust flew up in the area of ​​several feet around, and a one-foot-deep pit appeared.

Zhong Wenyuan himself has earth-attributed spiritual roots, which, combined with his late-stage Qi Refining cultivation and the mid-level Earthquake Technique, has a significant effect.

He cast the earthquake spell several times in a row, and the sand in an area of ​​several feet in radius became deeper and deeper. It was already five or six feet deep, but it was still far from enough.

Seeing that he had been performing magic continuously and his spiritual energy was greatly depleted, and his complexion looked a little abnormal, Song Xian asked him to rest aside and conserve his energy.

Everyone took turns, using magic or combining magic tools, and worked for a long time, until they dug the sand several feet deep, and then they saw the stone buildings inside.

Standing on top and looking inside, it is a neat surface paved with pieces of stone. Due to the limited vision, people can only see a layer of stone wall exposed outside. As for what it looks like, it is not known for the time being.

Only by digging up the entire desert area of ​​hundreds of feet in radius can we get a glimpse of its full picture.

Everyone used their magic tools to cut off a piece of the stone. There was a loud thud and the stone fell directly down. Song Xian looked down and saw that the stone wall was hollow and dark under it, and he couldn't see clearly what was there.

He took a torch and threw it down the collapsed stone wall. The torch landed below and illuminated the surroundings. Everyone could then vaguely see that there seemed to be a temple inside the stone wall, because the ground around the torch was obviously made of blue stone bricks.

"Which of the brothers will go down and take a look to see what's going on inside?"

As soon as Song Xian finished speaking, Jiang Zichen couldn't wait and looked eager to try: "Master, I'll go."

"Let me go! Junior Brother Jiang's cultivation is too low. If there is any abnormal situation down there, it will be difficult for him to deal with it alone." Zhong Wenyuan said.

"Okay, then Senior Brother Zhong, go down and check it out. Be careful and safe."

Jiang Zichen curled his lips, seeming a little unhappy.

Zhong Wenyuan jumped down from the collapsed stone wall, picked up the torch thrown inside, looked around for a while, and walked forward.

Everyone was waiting for news up there. After a while, they saw him walk back and look up and shout to the people above, "Master, this is a large stone hall. I'm in a side room now. There's no danger here."

"Senior Brother Ning Yuan, Senior Brother Xu, the two of you stay outside, and the others, follow me down to take a look."

Song Xian made arrangements and then jumped down from the cave in the stone wall. Looking around, he saw that there were stone walls on all sides. It was indeed a side room with a space of only a dozen square meters.

There are some rotten and overturned wooden tables in the corners of the room.

Several people pushed open the stone door on the left and walked forward along the corridor for more than ten feet, coming to a spacious hall. Although it was dilapidated, some traces of carved beams and painted rafters could still be seen on the stone beams.

There was a pile of scattered and collapsed objects in the center of the hall.

"What is this?" Song Xian came to the pile of broken objects with a torch and asked with a frown.

"The general shape looks like a wolf or a leopard. The material should be some kind of metal or stone." Lin Zixiang said as he picked up a piece of broken body.

"Everyone, look around, maybe you'll find something."

Several people dispersed and went in different directions.

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"Master, look at these murals, they seem to be a coherent story." Zhong Yang's call came from the side. Song Xian walked over and took a look. He saw that the pictures on the left side of the hall were connected to each other. The plot of the picture continued from the previous one. It was obviously a complete story.

Starting from the first picture, the first picture is a towering hall with many men lined up in neat rows. In front of the hall, the three big characters "Qianji Sect" are eye-catching.

The second picture shows a man in a dim room, fiddling with something, with a lifelike giant wolf next to him.

The third picture shows two groups of people fighting each other. The two groups are clearly separated and wear different clothes. One group is the disciples of Qianji Sect, and the other group should be the invading enemy.

The main hall of the Thousand Machine Sect had collapsed, and one of the groups of people was surrounded by cows, wolves, tigers, and leopards. The fourth scene continued from the previous one, showing the Thousand Machine Sect disciples commanding their cows, wolves, tigers, and leopards to fight the enemy.

The fifth picture shows corpses everywhere. Disciples wearing Qianji Sect uniforms have fallen to the ground one after another, and blood is flowing like a river. It is obvious that they have been defeated.

In the sixth picture, a disciple of Qianji Sect burned some books in a dark room and escaped from Qianji Sect.

In the seventh picture, the disciple was robbed and killed by the enemy. In the picture, he was fighting against four people alone. All four people fell to the ground, and he also looked seriously injured.

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Several consecutive pictures on the stone wall clearly present the whole story to everyone.

Many years ago, somewhere unknown, there was a force called Qianji Sect, whose disciples used refining and controlling puppets as a means of combat.

One day, a hostile force broke into the Qianji Sect and massacred all the disciples of the Qianji Sect.

During the battle, one of the core disciples hid in the secret room of Qianji Sect, burned all the secrets inside, and escaped.

He was pursued by hostile forces on the way. After killing the pursuers, he was seriously injured and fled all the way to Bianxia Town.

Perhaps because his injuries were too severe, or perhaps because it was safe enough to arrive here, this man enslaved the nearby people to build a stone temple for him, which is this hall.

As to why the back was completely buried by the desert, the patterns on the stone wall did not provide an answer.

Just as several people were looking at the pictures, Jiang Zichen's shouting came from the other side.

"Master, come and see, there is a dead skeleton here."

Song Xian hurriedly walked towards the direction where he was, turned into a corridor, and came to a stone chamber, but saw a broken skeleton lying on the stone bed.

This should be the owner of the stone hall, the escaped disciple of Qianji Sect. This hall was built thousands of years ago, and this dry skeleton has not completely disintegrated. It can be seen that this person's cultivation is not weak, at least he is a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

In addition to the dry bones lying on the bed in the stone chamber, there are also two broken puppets, whose faces are still lifelike, and it can be seen that they are two human-shaped puppets.

"Hey! There is a mechanism here, and it seems there is a secret room." Zhong Wenyuan discovered a protruding stone under the stone bed.

He turned the stone, and there was a loud bang. The wall behind the stone bed opened automatically, revealing a secret room less than three square meters. Inside was an iron frame, on which were rolls of paper made from the skin of some monster. Even now, there was no damage or decay.

Song Xian took one of the books and opened it. The handwriting on it was clear. The first few big characters were "Secret Record of Puppet Making".

"It's a method of refining puppets. That's great. With this thing, we can also try to make puppets." Zhong Wenyuan looked excited.

Song Xian was also very surprised. He didn't expect to find such a treasure in this stone palace buried in the desert.

"There are also pills and talismans here." Jiang Zichen found some more relics. Several people went over to take a look, but found that the porcelain bottle was intact, but the pills stored inside had turned into powder, and the talismans had also decayed under the ravages of time and lost their effectiveness.

"Everyone, look around again, maybe you'll find something else."

Song Xian sent everyone away, took a quick look at all the paper scrolls made of monster skins, and then put them into the storage ring.

Everyone searched everywhere again, but found nothing except a few empty stone chambers.

The group then left the inner room and returned to the desert.

"Master, what is this?" Zhang Ningyuan and Xu Ning, who were guarding upstairs, saw several people coming out from below, each holding some puppet debris in their hands, and walked forward to ask in confusion.

"Don't ask anymore, let's go back to the mountain gate and fill this place up first."

After a busy period, everyone covered the huge pit with sand and dust, and returned to the sect together.

(End of this chapter)