Chinese comics: meticulously crafted from the goddess of Zhu Xian

The grey-robed old man glanced at him, smiled faintly, and said, "The Valley Master has given the order, so I have to come."

Lu Shun's face changed.

At this time, Li Xun and Yan Hong had also arrived and fell from the sky.

Li Xun walked up to Lu Shun, lowered his voice, and said softly: "Uncle Lu, it was the Valley Master who ordered me to invite Uncle Shangguan here."

Lu Shun snorted, his expression became even uglier, but he didn't say anything else and turned away.

The old man in gray didn't even look at him. He turned around and looked at the blood-spattered ground in the middle of the field, his face darkening.

At this time, all the fishmen gathered together, their eyes fell on the old man in gray. But at this moment, they seemed to recognize the old man in gray. Somehow, these fishmen who were fearless and brave were a little afraid of this ordinary old man in gray, and they did not dare to rush forward.

The grey-robed old man withdrew his gaze and asked in a deep voice, "Where is Sun Tu?"

Just as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man ran out from among the disciples of Fenxiang Valley. It was Sun Tu, who went with Lu Shun that night and knew the language of the barbarians.

He ran to the gray-robed old man, looked extremely respectful, and said, "Disciple is here."

The old man in gray looked at him and saw that he was covered in dust and dirt. It seemed that he must have suffered a lot in the fight just now because of his low level of Taoism. However, he was fortunately not dead, after all, there were not many people who could understand the barbarian language.

The old man in gray immediately said, "Come here and translate their words for me."

Sun Tu responded cautiously and stood aside. The gray-clothed old man looked towards the fishman and said loudly: "I am Shangguan Ce, come out and talk alone."

There was a stir among the fish people over there. It was obvious that they understood Shangguan Ce's words. Moreover, this name seemed to have a kind of magic to them, which was very extraordinary.

After a while, a tall fishman came out.

Shangguan Ce looked at him twice and said slowly: "Do you know me?"

The fishman hesitated for a moment and said, "Chijijijiji."

Sun Tu next to him immediately translated: "They know."

Chapter 2: Conflict

Shangguan Ce's expression remained unchanged as he said, "Why did you attack my valley? Are you taking advantage of the fact that there is no one in Fenxiang Valley?"

The fishman's face became angry, and he started to talk "chichichichi", his voice loud and angry.

Sun Tu translated as he listened: "He said: 'Our chief was killed when he met your people, and you said you couldn't find the murderer. It's obviously...it's obviously you who did it. Although we, the fishmen, are no match for you, we will fight to the death to avenge our chief!'"

Shangguan Ce frowned, and a trace of worry flashed across his eyes.

He is the top figure in Fenxiang Valley, with unfathomable Taoism skills. A hundred years ago, in a secret battle with the barbarians in southern Xinjiang, Shangguan Ce displayed his supernatural power and shocked the barbarians. From then on, his reputation spread far and wide among the sixty-three foreign tribes in southern Xinjiang.

This is the reason why Yun Yilan, the master of Fenxiang Valley, asked him, who had not been involved in worldly affairs for a long time, to come forward today.

Moreover, Shangguan Ce had lived in southern Xinjiang for a long time, and his understanding of the barbarians in the Ten Thousand Mountains was incomparable to others. He knew that this tribe of fishmen barbarians alone was cruel and ferocious, and the death of their leader was an unprecedented humiliation for them. It was really possible that they would kill the entire tribe here regardless of the consequences.

If it was just this one alien tribe, Shangguan Ce would naturally not take it seriously. However, the barbarians in southern Xinjiang were fighting each other on the surface, but the internal relationships were complicated. Moreover, a peerless figure had appeared in the past hundred years, which was even more extraordinary. If that person was alarmed, the plan that Fenxiang Valley had planned for a hundred years would be ruined.

As his mind was racing with thoughts, Li Xun, who was standing beside him, saw Shangguan Ce bowing his head in deep thought, and whispered to Sun Tu, "When I left just now, hadn't we already controlled the situation? The two sides were confronting each other, and the fishmen had no intention of fighting. Didn't we need our Valley Master to come out and speak? Why did they start fighting again?"

Sun Tu made a bitter face and smiled bitterly, "We were wondering too! Everything was fine at first. Although it was a little tense, neither side had any intention of continuing the fight. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden scream from the fishmen, and a fishman at the edge was killed somehow. As a result, the fishmen suddenly got angry and rushed up like crazy..."

Shangguan Ce listened to it and suddenly said in a deep voice:

"Did one of our people do this?"

Sun Tu was speechless for a moment, but Lü Shun next to him said coldly: "It was a mess at that time, who knew?"

Shangguan Ce's face turned cold, and he suddenly raised his voice and shouted to the disciples of Fenxiang Valley: "Did anyone kill the fishman during the confrontation just now?"

Everyone in Fenxiang Valley was silent. The disciples looked at each other, but for a long while no one came forward to admit it.

In the distance, there was a commotion among the fishmen, and they were obviously very angry.

Shangguan Ce frowned and suddenly said to the fishman standing in front: "I'll go check on that person's body."

After saying that, he walked straight over without waiting for the fishman to answer.

The fishman's face changed, but after seeing Shangguan Ce's expression, he finally turned around and took him to a corner of the crowd. He identified it and then pointed at a fishman corpse and said a few words.

At this time, Lu Shun, Li Xun, Sun Tu and others also followed Shangguan Ce and walked over.

Sun Tu whispered, "It is this fishman who died."

Shangguan Ce stood beside the corpse and looked at it carefully. His expression gradually became ugly. After a moment, he whispered to himself, "Amazing, amazing."

Li Xun stood behind him, also looking at the corpse, and couldn't help but frowning.

I saw that the fishman's corpse was still holding a big knife in his hand, but the head on his neck was gone. There was a fishman's head not far away, which seemed to be his.

The fishman was beheaded with a single clean blow.

Li Xun's eyes inadvertently fell on the neck, and he saw that the wound was extremely smooth, obviously it was killed by an extremely sharp weapon.

"Huh!" Suddenly, Lu Shun next to him called out softly, walked over, squatted down and took a closer look at the fishman's corpse.

Shangguan Ce frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lu Shun looked at it for a while, then slowly stood up. However, his face looked very ugly. He said in a deep voice, "This wound is exactly the same as the one left by the murderer when he sniped the fishman leader. The wound is smooth, and the muscles are not twisted at all. However, for some reason, the blood vessels deep inside are slightly purple."

Everyone was shocked and looked carefully, and it was just as Lu Shun said.

Shangguan Ce was shocked. He turned around suddenly, his eyes shining brightly, and said, "The murderer is right here!"

Shangguan Ce's eyes were as sharp as knives. The originally ordinary old man seemed to suddenly exude an irresistible edge all over his body.

He slowly looked at everyone around him, but no one dared to look him in the eye.

The field was suddenly silent, with only the night wind blowing from nowhere, rustling the tree branches.

.......

Xuanhuo Altar.

Although it was a wooden door, it still felt heavy to the touch. With Ling Yuan's force, the heavy and thick door on the Xuanhuo Altar made a muffled "creaking" sound and slowly pushed inwards.

A faint red light shone from the door, and the air around seemed to rise a few degrees, becoming extremely hot.

The old man named Shangguan has been guarding this hot place for nearly a hundred years. I really don’t know how he survives.

The Xuanhuo Altar did not look bright. Apart from a ray of red light coming from nowhere, it seemed mostly dark, which did not match the scorching heat around it.

Ling Yi stepped inside.

With another "creaky" sound, the wooden door closed gently.

Then he began to look around.

Just as I guessed when I saw the altar from the outside, there was indeed a huge hall inside, a space of five meters high. The whole hall was circular, and the walls were made of the same red rock as seen from the outside, without any carvings or decorations, and were plain and unadorned.

But against the backdrop of this huge space, there is an indescribable grandeur and majesty, which makes people feel that only this kind of plainness is the true highest realm of architecture.

Soon, Ling Yi discovered that the red light emanating from the entire hall originated from the center of the hall.

The closer you get to the center of the hall, the brighter the surroundings become. From afar, against the backdrop of the red light, it looks like a ball of blazing flame is burning in the hall.

Ling Yi stared at the "flame" as the red light shone gently and was reflected in his eyes.

At the same time, his eyes seemed to be dyed red, with a faint red flame burning.

Ling Yi took a step and slowly walked towards the "flame" in the center of the hall.

As we got closer to the "flame", the air around us became hotter.

At this moment, it is almost like being next to lava underground.

It was less than ten feet away from the center of the hall.

He suddenly stopped.

Ling Yi had taken his eyes away from the flames and was looking towards the ground.

A pattern suddenly appeared on the flat floor made of red stones.

Right under his feet, there were finger-thick marks on the stone, extending to both sides, but they looked crooked and not smooth at all.

One foot in front of him, there were also finger-thick marks carved on the hard red stone, forming a one-foot-sized pattern.

That's a god!

A god that had never been seen or heard of before.

The vigorous carvings extend slowly on the ground, and traces of time's wear and tear can be seen everywhere in the corners, showing how long these patterns have existed and revealing a hint of desolation.

The god has no hair on his head, but has slightly curved horns like a goat's horns. His face and features are similar to those of a human, but under his pair of eerie and hollow eye sockets, there are sharp fangs in his mouth.

The sculptor even carved a few tiny holes next to the fangs, which looked like dripping blood, adding a bit of ferocity and hideousness.

The body of this god is very different from that of a human. On its torso, which is as strong as a tiger or leopard, there are four arms, one holding a knife and the other holding a shield.

Of the remaining two hands, one was tightly grasping a human body twisted in pain, and that person seemed to be screaming to the sky;

The other hand was gently holding up an object that was still covered in blood. It turned out to be a human heart.

The originally ancient and desolate carvings here suddenly became angry and unrestrained. The force and the deep hatred in the heart seemed to burst out all at once.

Ling Yi could actually feel the madness so clearly and incredibly rising in this scar.

The gentle carving marks suddenly became fierce, cascading down from the torso, merging into the lower body of the ferocious god, and turning into a blazing flame.

The red light flickered and shone, and there seemed to be a hint of a sinister smile on the corner of the god's mouth, as if he was about to break out of the ground and be resurrected!

Almost unconsciously he identified the sculptor with the man who had built the altar.

I never thought there would be such a great master in the world, such a genius with extraordinary skills!

A picture carved out seems to have captured all the creations in the world!

The mark continued to extend on the ground. Ling Yi walked to the side involuntarily and gradually discovered the second statue, the third statue, and finally, after circling around the red flame in the center, he found a total of eight images of gods engraved on the ground.

No two are alike.

But Ling Yi was almost certain that the carvings on the ground were all evil gods.

In these images, humans are completely sacrificed to these gods, like food.

The whole hall was filled with a solemn and murderous atmosphere at this moment, as if with the discovery of these images, some evil creature seemed to be roaring in the dark.

And on the periphery of these ferocious images, there is a mark that wraps them all up, but it is not a complete circle. Sometimes it bends inward, and sometimes it rolls outward.

At this moment, he returned to the first ferocious god pattern and took a deep look at this ferocious god.

He raised his head and the burning "flame" appeared again in front of him.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound in his mind, as if something was surging.

Almost at the same time, the images of the ferocious gods around him suddenly seemed to come alive, swaying vaguely in front of his eyes.

Chapter 147: Strange Beast

Ling Yi calmed his mind and slowly walked towards the fire in the center.

The distance of ten feet was not very far, and they soon approached the red light source in the center of the hall.

He has discovered it now.

The eight stone carvings of gods that we just saw are all surrounding this light source, and the heads of the statues are all facing this direction.

At this time, the temperature around was already extremely hot. If an ordinary person were here, they would probably not even be able to breathe.

Looking towards the light source through the red light, something like a stone well, thin at the top and thick at the bottom, appeared in the center of the hall.

It is three feet high and only two feet in diameter. Like the stones on the ground, it is built with the same red rock.

But above the flat surface of the well, there is a white transparent stone as crystal clear as crystal.

It looks like a circle, but a closer look reveals that it is actually composed of countless facets of varying sizes, with dazzling light flowing and covering it.

The red light that continuously emitted from the well was refracted layer by layer after passing through this crystal-like strange stone, and it seemed as if there were traces of blood flowing through it.

These rays of light condensed into a ball of red light in the three feet space above the strange stone, which was exactly the burning flame that Ling Yi had seen from afar just now.

And the light source in the entire hall also comes from here.

Looking at this mysterious and magical sight, Ling Yi slowly approached the well, got close to the seemingly transparent and dazzling stone, and looked down.

A familiar scene came into his eyes.

The hot magma was surging and roaring below, like a raging ocean tide, constantly surging up and down, and the splashing magma hit the hard rock wall, making a hissing sound.