People in Douluo, the mastermind behind the scenes

Chapter 134. The second level guard of the ground formation is actually...

After defeating a herd of fire bulls, a herd of ice wolves, and a herd of colorful horses in succession, the originally wide passage suddenly became narrow, and a magnificent golden hall came into everyone's sight.

"The first level of the miracle... is it that simple?" Long Aotian frowned, glanced in the direction of the group of casual cultivators behind him, and a dangerous expression unconsciously appeared on his face.

In the Soul Hunting Forest, the most dangerous existence is not the soul beasts that follow you everywhere, but... the soul masters who are also human beings. This is also true in the miracles. For a soul bone, fathers and sons can kill each other, and husbands and wives can turn against each other. The inheritance of the gods is enough to make people the enemy of the entire soul master world!

Just as Long Aotian was considering whether to send this group of wandering cultivators behind him to the Paradise, A Zi suddenly waved his hand and walked into the hall.

The moment the last soul master entered the hall, there was a loud "boom" and a huge iron gate fell from the sky, blocking their only way of retreat.

Although they were mentally prepared, Qin Xue and others were still at a loss when faced with a situation where they had no way to retreat.

Ah Zi, who had lived two lives, looked calm and indifferent. She did not pay any attention to these real children, but explored the hall alone.

The retreat route has been blocked, and within the range visible to the naked eye, they did not find any passages that could be passed through. In this magnificent hall, there should be... some mechanism hidden, right?

Ah Zi looked up and saw... on the ceiling which was more than four meters above the ground, there were more than a hundred murals carved. All the murals connected together seemed to be an... incomplete story?

"A long time ago, a hunter went up the mountain to chop wood. He encountered a snowstorm on the way. While hiding in a cave, he found a small basket woven with gold wire. Inside the basket was a baby girl."

"Perhaps out of sympathy for the little girl's plight, or perhaps because he was greedy for the golden basket, the hunter took the little girl home. Since he found her on a snowy night, he named her... Snow Girl."

The moment she heard the word "Snow Girl", Qin Xue suddenly pricked up her ears, subconsciously raised her head, and looked carefully at the mural above her head. She always felt that... the Snow Girl in the mural had an indescribable connection with her and her mother.

A Zi's voice did not stop because of Qin Xue's strangeness.

"Ever since the hunter picked up the Snow Girl, the whole village has had good weather and good harvests for five consecutive years. Every household has lived a prosperous life. For a time... the Snow Girl was regarded as a good omen."

"The good times didn't last long. War swept across the country. All the adult men in the village where the snow girl lived were drafted, even the little snow girl's adoptive father was no exception."

"Since that day, the lively and cheerful little Snow Girl has become a completely different person. She sits on a big rock at the entrance of the village every day, looking forward to her adoptive father's return. Even on her sixth birthday, when she awakened her Frost Sword martial spirit, her innate spirit power was still at level ten, but she didn't feel the slightest bit excited."

Seeing this, the expressions on everyone's faces became a little strange. The story on the mural... It was estimated that the year was before the birth of the Spirit Hall, or even longer. The spirits of that era did not need to be awakened after birth, but awakened by themselves on the day when they turned six years old, and even the spirit rings could condense by themselves.

In their understanding, the history of soul masters condensing soul rings on their own is less than 50 years. Although various inheritances are spread across the continent, to this day, people still need external forces to activate their martial souls.

Is the era going backwards? Or maybe the way of awakening martial spirits makes some people feel threatened, thus restricting the development of the mortal world.

"Emperor Sword·Bingji Wushuang!"

Accompanied by a cold female voice, everyone looked in the direction of the voice and found that... Qin Xue raised the Emperor Sword above her head and examined it carefully, as if comparing it with the Frost Sword on the mural?
The result is obvious. The similarity between the Frost Sword and the Emperor Sword is more than 80%. Could this be a coincidence? Everyone continued to look at the remaining murals. The story seemed a bit old-fashioned. Not only did the little snow girl not wait for her adoptive father to return, but her village was also confiscated by the court. All women were conscripted into the army, and the little snow girl hid in the cellar and escaped.

Twenty years later, Xiao Xuenu returned with great force and destroyed the two empires that participated in the war at that time and proclaimed herself emperor. In the sixth year of her reign, Xiao Xuenu suddenly disappeared and her disciple inherited the throne.

Some said that she died, murdered by her own apprentice, while others said that her cultivation had broken through the limits of this world and she had gone to a higher world.

The story ends here, leaving everyone confused and unable to figure out how this relates to their current situation.

At this moment, there was another earth-shaking feeling. A shadow of a woman with long silver-white hair and a face that was three or four points similar to Qin Xue fell from the sky. The moment she landed on the ground, the shadow instantly solidified. The Frost Sword in her hand pointed directly in the direction of everyone and said, "I am the second-level guard of the Earth Array. Only by defeating me can you get the key to open the third level!"

"Emperor Han Tian·Xue Wu Yao Yang!"

Along with a cold voice, a field of ice and snow quickly spread out with the silver-haired woman as the center, instantly filling the entire hall.

Seeing this scene, Qin Xue's eyes became more profound. Her father was right. The opening of this miracle was a conspiracy in order to bury many inheritors and open a back door for the Poseidon Pavilion.

There is a fierce tiger in front and the retreat route is blocked behind. This is not something a serious god can do.

Qin Xue didn't have time to think, she quickly changed into the standard snow girl outfit. She was wearing a dancer's skirt... and dancing gracefully on a balance bike in the snow.

"Your face is as delicate as a flower, your life is as fragile as a leaf. Your eyes are hurt by crying, and your heart is broken."

Along with a beautiful song, pink petals fell from the sky. Guided by the tip of the oil-paper umbrella in Qin Xue's hand, the petals gradually gathered together, like a sharp knife, piercing straight into the heart of the silver-haired woman.

"Emperor's Palm: Great Cold without Snow!"

A sneer flashed across the silver-haired woman's cold face. She slapped her right hand forward fiercely, and the sharp knife condensed from the petals instantly turned into a pool of powder.

"It's my turn, winter is coming!"

The silver-haired woman raised the Frost Sword in her hand high. With the guidance of the Frost Sword, ice cones fell from the sky and directly covered the entire hall, leaving no chance for the members of the Body Sect to escape.

At this moment, Ning Tian, ​​who had always had no sense of presence, suddenly walked out of the crowd, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower emitting colorful light flew out of his hand.

"Seven Treasures Glaze... Yu!"

(End of this chapter)