Doomsday Rise - #1921 - Chapter 1917: Killing 4 Parties (Part 2)

It is a good thing for Liu Wei’an to have such a good helper. Talisman masters are hard to find, and formation masters are even rarer. Now there is one around him. With a little guidance, he can be a big help. Originally, the three Liu Wei’an was able to set up the formation in just two hours. Because he had to teach Qing Xu, Liu Wei’an spent more than two hours, but he thought it was worth it.

The formation was relatively crude, but it worked. Liu Wei’an looked at the time and saw that it was already late at night. Looking at Nie Pohu and others, they were all watching eagerly, neither of them sleeping.

They have all seen the power of formations and know that at critical moments, formations can really save lives. It is not always the best. Once the formations need to be used, it will definitely be extremely troublesome. No matter who signs up, Don’t dare to neglect.

“Okay.” Liu Wei’an also knows that it is not too late to do anything. The night is long and there are many dreams. Although it is said that in two hours, at three or four o’clock in the morning, people are most sleepy, but they can come to Phoenix Valley. Everyone is an expert, and a weak person cannot cross thousands of kilometers of desert. For an expert, the slightest disturbance can wake him up. Deep sleep does not exist in a place like this.

You might feel relieved at home, but this is Phoenix Valley and there are enemies everywhere. Who dares to sleep to death? Most people sleep with one eye closed, always alert to danger.

“What needs to be done, Miss Feng?” Nie Pohu looked at Feng Yiqing.

“We need the Feng Family’s Wind Song Heart Technique.” Feng Yiqing walked forward for more than ten feet, stopped, looked solemn, and made strange handprints. His left hand was like a phoenix nodding, and his right hand was like a roc spreading its wings, and his hands were clasped together. Together, the postures are indescribably strange, exuding an indescribable mysterious power.

“Mami, Meng, Mum, Mum, Ayijie…” A series of obscure spells came out of Feng Yiqing’s mouth. It was difficult to listen to the voice, but Feng Yiqing’s singing was very fluent, and he said it in a singing way. What comes out has a wonderful rhythm, weird, but superior.

“I never expected that Miss Feng could know such a lost spell. The Feng family deserves to be called the Feng family.” Fu Jian Hed sighed.

“Do you know Miss Fu?” Yuan Xiaoyuan was surprised. Although the inheritance of “Shen Sword Palace” is shorter than that of the Feng family, it is not much shorter. “Shen Sword Palace” does not master the spells, but the ancient spells can be learned by its disciples. He had dabbled in spells at that time. There were more than a dozen spells in his mind, but none of them matched Feng Yiqing’s chant. He didn’t expect Fu Jianhe to know them.

“I heard it once.” After Fu Jian Hed said that, he stopped talking, as if he remembered something from the past.

“Open!” Everyone understood these two words. Feng Yiqing pointed his finger towards the ground, and a wisp of finger wind shot out. The ground changed, and a downward passage silently opened, and a The spiraling downward rock steps, dim light shines through, and there are lights below.

“Okay.” Feng Yiqing looked at Liu Wei’an. Liu Wei’an floated down, Feng Yiqing followed behind. Nie Pohu and others did not need to be ordered, and immediately dispersed around to be on guard.

Before coming down, Liu Wei’an also thought about the situation below, thinking it was a basement or something like that. Then there were many books, and there were ancient books on the four walls.

However, after coming down, he realized that he was still too young. There was a palace underground. The lights were not bright, but they were enough to see every corner. It was a circular palace, as big as half a football field. The lower three floors are hollow in the middle and connected by circular corridors. Standing on any floor, you can see the other two floors. The palace is a wooden structure.

Liu Wei’an was immersed in the great work of the Feng family. Feng Yiqing said before that this bookstore is only one of the three bookstores of the Feng family. It is only open to the direct lineage of the Feng family. There are two others and one Only the elders are eligible to enter. The last one is exclusive to the clan leader and ancestors. Others who want to enter must have the consent of the clan leader.

The ancient books in this bookstore are among the most basic and least precious. Of course, to outsiders, this bookstore is a priceless treasure.

“Someone has been here!” Feng Yiqing glanced across the palace, and suddenly her pretty face changed.

“What?” Liu Wei’an was startled and looked at her.

Feng Yiqing suddenly made a strange gesture and uttered a spell: “Come!” There was a wave of waves in the spiral corridor leading to the second floor, which was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and the cold murderous intent flashed away. Liu Wei’an was secretly frightened. He didn’t even notice that there was a killing array hidden inside. A big family is a big family and there are too many methods.

On the third floor, Feng Yiqing sealed another killing array. The two of them arrived at the third floor safely. Feng Yiqing pointed to some empty spaces on the bookshelf and said, “The shelves here were originally full.”

“The formation has not been damaged. It should have been taken by your own family.” Liu Wei’an said.

“The books in the bookstore can only be read in the bookstore. It is forbidden to take them out of the bookstore -” Feng Yiqing suddenly realized something. Liu Wei’an didn’t mean to take them out at ordinary times, but to take them away at the last moment. At the last moment, This is when the Feng family’s life and death are at stake.

“Taking the book away instead of destroying it means you have either made preparations in advance, or you are sure to leave.” Liu Wei’an said. Feng Yiqing’s frowned brows suddenly raised, and her eyes cast a look of surprise. She came to the last bookshelf. Beside the bookshelf was a smooth wall, a bit like the space left vacant by insufficient bookshelves. Feng Yiqing bit into it. With his fingers, he squeezed out blood and smeared it on it. Suddenly, a line of words appeared on the smooth stone wall.

“Descendants of the Feng family, if they cannot protect the books safely, burn them on the spot. Don’t let them fall into the hands of people with evil intentions. If you don’t get them, don’t take revenge. Remember, never–“

The handwriting was sloppy, and the second word “keep in mind” was only written with the word “cut”, but “note” was not written. It was obvious that the situation was very critical at that time and there was no time. The calligraphy skills of the person who wrote the calligraphy are quite good. Liu Wei’an’s calligraphy is average, but his eyesight is still good.

Feng Yiqing stared at herself on the wall with wide eyes, her face changing again and again. The font stayed for more than ten breaths, quickly dimmed, and finally disappeared. At this moment, the sound of Hunjiang Niu sounded from above. loud shouts.

“You bastards, get out of here!”

Then there was the sound of fierce fighting. Yuan Xiaoyuan’s sword pierced the air, which was thrilling. The sound of Nie Pohu’s arrow rubbing against the air was masked by the sound of Fu Jianhu’s flute. When the enemy found out, the sharp arrow had already Passing through the temple, he fell down without a groan. Two maids, Qing Rong and Qing Xu, joined the battle. The number of enemies was very large.

The expressions of Liu Wei’an and Feng Yiqing changed. They no longer cared about trying to figure out the meaning on the wall. They both acted at the same time and loaded the ancient books into the space ring as quickly as possible. Feng Yiqing had been well-dressed and well-fed since she was a child. The maid needs to prepare all the items she needs to carry. She does not have a space ring, only a purse, about 10 cubic meters in size. The space ring she is using now was given to her by Liu Wei’an.

When going out, it is very necessary to have a space ring. The Feng family is located in the middle of the desert. No matter which direction you go, you have to cross thousands of kilometers of yellow sand desert. If there is no space ring to carry supplies, even the top experts cannot carry it. High temperatures during the day, low temperatures at night, food, medicine, etc. , this is no joke, if you are careless, you will lose your life.

Ancient books generally refers to. In fact, there are not many paper classics in the bookstore, only one-tenth of them. The others are bamboo books, parchment scrolls, silk books, dominoes, stone tablets, shells, etc., different The choice of carriers to inherit information is different in different eras, which is related to technological changes.

Carriers such as shells and stone tablets are very inconvenient to view and move. It’s not that the Feng family has never thought of transcribing them again and replacing them with the most commonly used books as carriers. However, even if the ancestors transcribed them themselves, they could not write the original text. Some artistic conceptions have to be given up in the end.

In ancient times, those who could leave books were all powerful. Each stroke of a powerful person had a personal spiritual imprint. These imprints are equivalent to annotations. If you cannot see the spiritual imprint of the original author, it will be difficult to understand the text correctly. The meaning is specious, even pretentious.

This is why ancient classics are so precious, because there will only be fewer and fewer, and most of the ones that remain in the world are incomplete and orphan copies.

The bookstore looks huge, but in fact, there are not many books. Some stone tablets are as big as a desktop, but there are only a dozen words on them.

This is especially true for shells. Hundreds of shells add up to less than 500 characters. Yes, there are only characters. In that era, writing had not yet been formed.

The fighting on the ground became more and more intense, with more and more masters coming from all directions, and a guy with a sharp voice was shouting.

“Come on, everyone, come here. We found an underground palace here. There must be good things!”

This person didn’t even come down. He just said that there was a palace. It was probably nonsense to attract more people. But he didn’t expect that the words came true. Nie Pohu and others were under great pressure. Suddenly, Qingrong let out a cry of pain, and Feng Yi Qing’s eyes showed anxiety.

“You stay here and put away the remaining classics. I’ll go out and meet these people for a while.” Before Liu Wei’an finished speaking, he had disappeared.

When they came to the ground, Liu Wei’an understood why Yuan Xiaoyuan and others couldn’t withstand it despite their strength. There were more than a hundred experts besieging them, including several old guys who were over a hundred years old. It can be seen that Yuan Xiaoyuan is not afraid after coming from the Divine Sword Palace. It can be seen that these people have murderous intentions.

“Great Judgment Fist!”

The wind of the fist was like thunder, shaking the surrounding areas. The strong man who fought with Hunjiang Niu without losing the punch reacted very quickly and even blocked Liu Wei’an’s punch that was almost a sneak attack.

boom–

The strong man’s body exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist.

“Ask the heart!”

The thin man who quietly approached Qingxu trembled, and all his strength drained away like a tide. He looked down and saw despair in his eyes. There was a finger hole in his heart, and he slowly fell down with blood gushing out.

A flash of light flashed in Liu Wei’an’s eyes. Among the three old guys who besieged Yuan Xiaoyuan, the short and fat man in a blue robe looked like a rich man in the village. This man burst out with a shrill scream. His orifices were bleeding, he staggered back three or four steps, and sat down on the ground, the breath of life fading away like a tide.

“The Sword of Annihilation!”

A ripple so thin that it was almost imperceptible flashed away. Hundreds of meters away, the archer aiming at Luotuo Xiangzi trembled. The fire of life was extinguished in an instant. An arrow that lost its accuracy hit a man in a green skirt. The force of the arrow was extremely fierce. It penetrated the woman’s back and penetrated her chest, tearing a hole as big as the mouth of a cup. The woman let out a shrill cry of pain.

“Soul Soul!”

There was a momentary pause in the void, and in the flash of lightning, Liu Wei’an took out his bow and arrow and shot twenty-eight arrows in a row, killing twenty-eight masters and shocking all the enemies.