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Chapter 95 The Handwriting on the Ground

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    In a line of words, the resentment was soaring, and Qin Yang's eyes were sour, and he quickly moved away.

    Looking at other places, there are traces of fingernail scratches everywhere on the wall, and in some places, some things that look like dry flesh can be seen, as if there was a monster inside, scratching the stone wall frantically, trying to break the stone wall  Leaving here, even if it is bloody and bloody.

    Qin Yang had a guess in his heart, no wonder the restrictions here are all the simplest traps, and they are actually for trapping the things inside.

    And in all likelihood, the tomb owner wants to trap himself.

    The corpse is gone, only some fragments that have not been turned into fly ash are faintly visible in the thick dust on the ground. The entire tomb is extremely simple and can be seen through at a glance.

    Qin Yang sighed secretly in his heart. Sure enough, after the death of the owner of this tomb, he also turned into an ominous soul, dragging his dead body and walking around the world.

    The structure of this tomb is simple, and the ceremonial guards are also simple. He must not have been a very strong person during his lifetime. It is estimated that he is almost the same as the dead ghost next to him. It stands to reason that he cannot be turned into an ominous ghost.

    But he is just like a dead ghost, unable to rest in peace after death, and he seems to know something in advance, knowing the changes that will occur after his death, so he trapped himself in the tomb with a trap, until he became mad to the point of losing his mind, completely  Ashes to ashes.

    What exactly does that line mean

    Besides this line of characters, other words carved on the stone wall with fingers, but for some reason, they are all extremely scribbled and incomplete, and it is impossible to identify what they are. Only those few words are so strong that they contain ideas  The "joke" seems to be newly engraved.

    Qin Yang observed carefully for a long time, after a little hesitation, he still took out a jade slip, and copied all the chaotic inscriptions on the stone wall, no matter what they were, and recorded them in the jade slip.

    After confirming that there was nothing missing, Qin Yang turned and walked out.

    Just turning around, Qin Yang glanced at the ground covered with thick dust, Qin Yang's eyes were fixed, he squatted down, stretched out his hand to push away the thick dust on the ground, and suddenly saw that the ground was also engraved with a lot of words  .

    These words look more normal, the brushwork is rigid, the iron is painted with silver hooks, and the murderous aura gushes out from the words. Just after reading these words a few more times, Qin Yang feels that the murderous intent in his mind is boiling, and everything he sees in his eyes,  They were slowly covered with a layer of blood red.

    In my mind, there seemed to be a voice that was extremely crazy and cold to the extreme, sending out bursts of deafening, soul-shaking roars.

    "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

    This voice seems to be an echo, constantly bouncing back and forth in the mind and gathering, every breath, there will be a peak, the purest killing intent, getting stronger and stronger.

    Qin Yang's eyes were red, his face was ferocious, and his eyes were full of murderous intent, almost only madness remained.

    Just at this moment, Qin Yang stretched out a hand tremblingly, holding the blood lama tightly in his palm, pouring his true essence into it frantically.

    "Om"

    A ray of blood-colored halo floated and opened from the blood lama. The vast and misty, like the muttering voice of the Buddha, came through the void, turned into bloody light, and diffused layer upon layer.

    Among the blood lamas, the back of a Buddha wearing a tall hat became clearer and clearer. Even through the back, one could vaguely see that the Buddha put his hands on his chest and kept singing. Slowly, the Sanskrit sound came from the blood light.  It leaked out and turned into pale golden runes, lingering around Qin Yang's body.

    Gradually, Qin Yang's complexion gradually became peaceful, his burning true energy became calm, and the killing intent and blood in his eyes also gradually disappeared.

    After a stick of incense, Qin Yang let out a sigh of relief.

    "This place is indeed dangerous everywhere. Even a seemingly harmless place may hide murderous intentions."

    Looking at the ground again at this moment, the dust covering the ground has long been dispersed by the eruption. There are densely written writings on the ground. Large and large paragraphs should be the epitaph of the tomb owner. The opening chapter is about the tomb owner's life.

    After only a few sentences, all the remaining words were still the original words, but there was a strange killing intent covering them. After falling into Qin Yang's eyes, Qin Yang actually gave birth to a kind of words.  A strange feeling that I don't know.

    The further back, the stronger this feeling, especially in the last few lines, the very messy handwriting, the more intense the killing intent covering it, this strange feeling of not being able to read, immediately climbed to the extreme.

    After a glance, I don't even remember a single bit.

      Qin Yang couldn't help being shocked, what are these words?  Could it be some profound classic that should not be passed on lightly?

    After a short while, Qin Yang shook his head and denied it. It was mainly because of the layer of killing intent covering it that he had such a strange feeling.

    Then, using the jade slips to record, I can't remember it, how to record it?  Using the most stupid method, paper rubbing, the moment the rubbing is applied, the paper turns into powder.

    All kinds of methods have been used, but it is impossible to record anything, let alone interpret it.

    Qin Yang has a feeling that the last few lines definitely contain a huge secret, and it may be the secret discovered by the tomb owner before his consciousness disappeared.

    Urging the blood lama to use the blood light scattered by the blood lama to continuously impact the killing intent covered on the surface of these writings on the ground.

    The moment the blood light washed away like a big river, all the killing intent on it was slowly washed away, and all the handwriting was seen, shattered and completely disappeared without a trace.

    Qin Yang remained silent. He had guessed before that the killing intent would collapse, and the handwriting would also crumble.

    Now it seems that it is so

    It's just that at the moment when the killing intent collapsed, there were still a few words. At the moment when it collapsed, I understood the meaning and kept it in my heart.

    Holy sect, ominous, joke, broken, lie.

    These words are not together, and when the words between them were broken, they could not understand the meaning, nor could they remember it in their hearts, only leaving regrets.

    Qin Yang took out the jade slips, fearing that he would forget these words, so he wrote them down and put them in the storage bag.

    Walking out of the tomb, Qin Yang looked into the depths of the magic stone's ancestral tomb, and suddenly had a new understanding of the magic stone's ancestral tomb.

    It's no wonder that the Sacred Stone Sect itself has no deep taboo about the ancestral tomb.

    It's no wonder that the male and female duo of dogs dare not come by themselves. They are strong, but under the traction of Qi, it may cause greater changes.

    If they cause changes and awaken the ominous souls of the dead, nine out of ten may be Wu Yu and other terrifying existences. At that time, they will not even have a chance to resist, and they will die in an instant.

    However, since one's realm is low, entering here, the chances of survival are greater.

    Following the path marked on the map, he rushed forward, seeing those tombs with strange smells and extremely quiet tombs, Qin Yang walked around them, but those who were full of vigor, obviously ominous and strange, were suppressed in the tombs  The place is safer

    Here the probability of the dead turning into an ominous soul is really too high.

    Three days later, he had only advanced thirty miles. When he arrived here, Qin Yang stopped and looked ahead with serious eyes.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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