Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1265 Moving Mountains

As Lao Liu retrieved the red thread and copper coins, he stared intently at the stone door before him, muttering, "This shouldn't be happening..."

He reached out and touched the stone door. "Although it seems like we're being lured into a trap, given the way the Zhenling Division operates, there should be at least three deadly traps in the Yin Fire Path. But we haven't encountered the slightest danger along the way."

"If I remember correctly, when I sneaked in before, pushing open this stone door led to the main burial chamber."

"The source of the yin energy you are looking for is deep within the underground palace of the main burial chamber."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat, and the blood in his chest instantly boiled.

But looking at the unusually calm stone gate in front of him, and recalling Lao Liu's words, his unease grew stronger.

This went too smoothly for the sake of it, like a meticulously woven net waiting for them to step into it willingly.

"...What do we do now?"

Jiang Xiaochuan stared at the dark stone door in front of him, secretly circulating his spiritual energy, preparing to deal with any unexpected events at any time.

"Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back! Push it away!"

The sixth man had a serious expression, but a sliver of hope lingered in his heart.

The Zhenling Division has been gone for hundreds of years. Even if there are any descendants alive, they may not be able to master all the techniques of their ancestors.

Maybe it's just a facade, a bluff to scare away intruders.

He touched the talisman in his pocket, which gave him a little more confidence.

Hearing Lao Liu's words, Jiang Xiaochuan did not hesitate. He aimed his right hand at the stone door from a distance, and spiritual energy condensed into an invisible pushing force, slowly pushing it forward.

Seeing this, Lao Liu quickly shrank behind Jiang Xiaochuan, almost his entire body hiding in his shadow, only revealing a pair of round eyes, staring intently at the stone gate.

"Woo!"

The stone door made a strange sound under the force of spiritual energy, and then slowly opened a crack.

Just as the gap widened to allow one person to pass through, a strange and powerful suction suddenly surged from behind the door!

The howling wind instantly enveloped the two of them.

"not good!"

Caught off guard, Jiang Xiaochuan felt a brute force pulling him forward, his spiritual energy thrown into chaos, leaving him no chance to resist.

The sixth brother beside him exclaimed in surprise. His fat body, like a ball being blown by the wind, was pulled by the suction force and staggered towards the stone gate.

"It's a Wind Gathering Formation!"

Jiang Xiaochuan forcibly stabilized his body in mid-air, and was surprised to find that the formation was placed at the entrance, specifically designed to create strong winds to sweep people inside!

The power of the wind-gathering formation far exceeded expectations; the wind was sharp as a knife, and even scratching the skin caused a dull ache.

Judging from the exquisite nature of this formation alone, the person who set it up must have a profound understanding of formations and is by no means an ordinary person.

After a brief stalemate, the two were pulled by the suction force and instantly rushed into the stone gate.

Almost the instant they were sucked in, the stone door behind them slammed shut with a loud clang, completely cutting off their escape route.

Steadying himself, Jiang Xiaochuan squinted and looked over, his face instantly darkening.

The scene before them was completely different from the main burial chamber that Lao Liu had described.

There was no coffin, no burial goods, just an ordinary stone chamber with smooth, mirror-like walls and a three-legged bronze platform standing in the center.

"This...this isn't the main burial chamber!"

The sixth brother's eyes widened, his fat face filled with horror. "It's teleportation! They used a kind of illusion technique similar to the Mountain Moving Sect to disguise an insignificant stone chamber as the main tomb chamber!"

He never expected that not only were the descendants of the Zhenling Division not wiped out, but their methods were also so sophisticated.

The smooth journey ahead was not because the other side was not proficient in mechanisms, but because they were deliberately lured into lowering their guard and stepping into a trap that had been laid in advance!

"Oh shit!"

The sixth brother slapped himself hard, his face full of frustration. "I thought they were just mediocre, but they're actually more troublesome than the Mausoleum Guard of our ancestors!"

Before he finished speaking, the stone chamber suddenly lit up.

Several bronze lamps embedded in the wall suddenly ignited, their flames an eerie dark green.

As soon as it appeared, it shot out from the lamp and crashed into the central three-legged bronze platform, instantly bursting into raging flames!

Instead of shooting upwards, the fire rolled and spread along the table, rushing towards the two of them with incredible speed.

"Yin Fire!!"

The sixth brother's expression changed drastically, but he didn't panic. He immediately pulled out a piece of silk as thin as gauze from the inner layer of his armor.

With a flick of his wrist, the silk ribbons unfurled in the air, forming a black curtain half a person's height.

"Come to me!"

The sixth brother roared, "This Xuan Shui Silk has been soaked in the water of a thousand-year-old cold pool, and can temporarily isolate the Yin Fire!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eerie fire collided with the darkness, producing a piercing "sizzling" sound, and white steam instantly filled the air.

The once smooth silk began to get slightly hot, and the edges even turned black.

The sixth brother gritted his teeth, his hands constantly forming hand seals, drawing upon the remaining chill within the Xuan Shui Silk to desperately resist the impact of the Yin Fire, managing to create a brief standoff with it.

But the yin fire seemed endless, continuously gushing out from the grooves of the bronze platform, growing ever more abundant and intense.

Dark green flames gradually formed tongues of fire, constantly licking at the Xuan Shui Silk.

"I can't hold on any longer!!"

The sixth brother roared, and the Xuan Shui Ling began to tremble violently, as if it might break at any moment.

Just then, the eerie flames on the bronze platform suddenly contracted violently.

Then, with a loud "boom," it exploded!

Countless fist-sized fireballs scattered like a meteor shower, carrying a terrifying aura that could scorch the soul, and slammed towards the two of them.

The sixth brother's pupils shrank sharply, and he hurriedly used the Xuan Shui Ling to block in front of him, but there were too many fireballs to block them at all.

A fireball the size of a fist burst through the steam and headed straight for his face.

At this critical moment, Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly raised his hand.

The fireball that was about to hit Lao Liu was pulled by an invisible rope, its trajectory was changed, and it flew past Lao Liu's ear!

Not only that, the Yin Fire that was frantically surging on the water curtain in front of Lao Liu was also drawn over.

Dozens of dark green fireballs arced through the air, converging on Jiang Xiaochuan.

Instantly, the pressure on the Xuan Shui Ling disappeared, and Lao Liu felt a sense of lightness throughout his body.

He blinked blankly, staring at the eerie green "fire ring" around Jiang Xiaochuan that had been forcibly frozen in place and was slowly rotating. He was completely stunned.

Two or three seconds passed before the dazed feeling of escaping death was replaced by an overwhelming sense of "grievance" and anger.

"The one surnamed Jiang!!"

The sixth brother jumped up suddenly, ignoring the fact that the Xuan Shui Ling was almost ruined, and pointed at Jiang Xiaochuan, cursing loudly:

"Fuck your grandpa! Why didn't you know this trick sooner?! Stop playing the low-key game! I almost got burned to a crisp just now..."

At this moment, Jiang Xiaochuan had no time to pay attention to Lao Liu's rant.

All his attention was focused on the eerie green flame just a step away.