Above my head, the sky was from bright to dark, and from dark to bright. I don’t know how long it took, but it was covered by the heavy night.

The turbulent lake water began to slow down.

With a "slam", Feng Zhaoyuan's hands and feet were slashing, and his wet head was drilled out of the water again.

The two sides of the shore are surrounded by monsters, with one and two faint lights shining in the dark. The rocks are steep and dangerous, and it is difficult to climb to the shore. At present, Feng Zhaoyuan can only follow the flow and find opportunities to get ashore.

The river turned a corner and rushed into a narrow canyon like a sword. It continued to rush down the terrain, and became more rapid again.

The torrent was sobbing, and no one was seen around. Feng Zhaohara remembered Zhongzi and Zun General, and was worried secretly. When he was rushed into the torrent, he had no time to worry about others. In the crisis, he could only form a secret snow crane technique to form an unbreakable barrier and protect himself.

At the critical moment of life and death, what I instinctively thought of is myself. Does this mean that at that moment, he had betrayed friendship and love?

Or is it that the selfless and lonely is the origin of life?

Feng Zhaohara felt confused for a moment.

Above the canyon, a dark and narrow sky makes people feel deeply lonely.

"I, a thousand years ago and you are thinking about the same problem in your heart."

The sound of the thousand-year-old white fox suddenly rang out, revealing infinite sadness.

Deep in my memory, on that night a thousand years ago, the blood stained the Taoist robe, staring at my boy in despair and pain, as if a needle was stabbed into the heart of the white fox.

Unscrupulous!

Pursuing the Way of Heaven!

With a "boom", the water exploded around, hitting the rocks, causing terrifying waves. The river water rushed down like a wild horse that had lost its reins. A huge whirlpool appeared in front of it, as if it was a huge mouth that devoured everything.

Feng Zhaoyuan secretly called out, so he formed a handprint of the Snow Crane Secret Technique to form a barrier. At the same time, he slapped the water with all his strength, trying to leap up with force and avoid the vortex.

"Bang", the water splashed, and the wind Zhaoyuan jumped up. The vortex roared and rotated two meters below his feet, and suddenly a strange suction force emerged, like a giant palm stretching out, pulling him down.

The thousand-year-old white fox screamed strangely. The power of the vortex is so strange that it is really contrary to common sense to be able to break through the barrier.

"Bang", Feng Zhaoyuan fell down again, the lake water flooded his mouth and nose, and was swept into a whirlpool.

A faint snow crane flew around Feng Zhaoyuan, resisting the external force of stirring in the vortex. In the blink of an eye, the vortex turned sharply, and Feng Zhaoyuan looked like a gyro, sinking downward uncontrollably along the vortex.

A dark hole appeared below and swallowed him suddenly.

The cave is gloomy and quiet, from top to bottom, and it seems to be a vertical corridor. On the surface of the cave wall, countless small tubes extend out, similar to a certain kind of sponge body material, soft and sticky, sometimes stretching and sometimes shrinking. The water flow at the entrance of the cave is between them stretching and shrinking, forming a swirling vortex.

The Thousand-year-old White Fox said in surprise: "So it's these guys who did it!"

The suction force suddenly increased. Rather than saying that Feng Zhaoyuan fell all the way, it was better to say that it was the strange pull of these small tubes, which forced him to sink. The wind whistled in his ears, the vertical corridor began to bend, and the water flow gradually became less and the water flow was gradually sparse. In the end, the lake water completely disappeared and the corridor was already very dry.

With a "bang", Feng Zhaoyuan fell to the ground and the suction force suddenly disappeared.

Above the head, countless small tubes were still squirming. In front of it, there was a long tunnel that extended horizontally and could not see the end at a glance.

The entrance to the tunnel is neatly square, and the stone walls around it are all made of thick rocks, with obvious artificial traces.

Feng Zhaohara walked forward in surprise.

After walking for about a few thousand meters, I suddenly realized that the tunnel had dozens of forked intersections, like a huge maze crisscrossing. In front of each fork intersection, there was an exquisite rock door hole blocking the way. The stone door was carved with strange patterns, colorful colors and simple lines, like traces of civilization left over from prehistoric.

“It’s so amazing.”

Feng Zhaohara stretched out her hand, stroked the pattern on the stone door, and murmured: "I didn't expect that there was an underground palace here."

The thousand-year-old demon fox suddenly shook, and Feng Zhaoyuan's fingers moved along the pattern, as if they had seen it somewhere.

“What exactly are these patterns?”

Feng Zhaoyuan stared at the stone gate with interest: "It is neither a creature nor a linguistic character."

"Hera!"

The thousand-year-old white fox suddenly shouted.

Feng Zhaoyuan was slightly stunned, and then a bright color burst out from his eyes, understanding the meaning of the Thousand-year-old white fox.

In the doll world, the strange patterns drawn by Hera during attack. When I think about it carefully, they are actually quite surprisingly similar to the patterns on the stone gate!

Is this just a coincidence?

Feng Zhaoyuan stretched out his hand excitedly, compared the pattern on the stone door, and quickly drew a figure in the air.

There was no movement around, and time did not slow down or stop, and the strange effect of Hera when he drew out the pattern was completely impossible.

The thousand-year-old white fox "giggled" and let out a sarcastic laugh.

Feng Zhaohara shrugged: "Old monster, don't make sounds like hen laying eggs, okay?"

“SHIT!”

The Thousand-year-old White Fox cursed: "Don't say I'm not qualified to laugh at you, but I've seen the mystery of these patterns."

Feng Zhaoyuan was excited and smiled and said with a smile: "Ginger is still so hot, old monster, what tricks did you see?"

The thousand-year-old white fox said slowly: "In the ancient Chinese civilization, there is a military civilization that has been passed down for thousands of years, called the formation."

After a while of silence, the thousand-year-old white fox chanted faintly: "Tai Chi gives birth to two yin, two yin gives birth to four yin, and four yin gives birth to eight trigrams. The two yin formations, four yin formations, and eight trigram formations, can essentially be understood as mysterious patterns. These formations have profound power and contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth."

Feng Zhaoyuan stared at the stone gate and thought for a moment: "What you mean is that the essence of the formation is a pattern. The patterns on the stone gate are actually the same as the formation, and are the carriers of some mysterious power. As long as you master the secrets, you can exert your power."

"Damn! Silly brat, don't understand it so quickly every time! How can I show my superman monster IQ!"

The thousand-year-old white fox sighed in depression.

Feng Zhaoyuan fell into deep thought.

The location of this underground tunnel should be under the Andes Mountains that run through South America. If everything here was built artificially, the builder must have some mysterious relationship with Hera.

"They will avenge me."

Feng Zhaoyuan seemed to see Hera opening her mouth and looking ferocious.

A hint of chill climbed up his back. Even though he had already stepped into the secret path, how much chance of winning would he have when facing a master of Hera's level?

We still need to keep getting stronger!

Feng Zhaoyuan calmed down and silently remembered the patterns on the stone door.

Thirty-six stone doors, the patterns carved on each door are completely different.

On the stone door on the far right is a pattern similar to Chinese gossip, but the details are slightly different. Two diagonal lines cross the gossip, and an eye is engraved at the intersection.

On the stone door adjacent to it, there is a round figure engraved with pentagrams inside, and the surrounding area is accompanied by quaint patterns, which is somewhat like a magic circle in Western magic novels.

Seeing this, Feng Zhaoyuan felt aroused in his heart. Isn’t the ancient magic also a kind of secret technique?

The patterns on these stone gates seem to contain the formations of the East and the West, but there are slight differences.

Ten minutes later, there were thirty-six wonderful patterns on all the stone doors, which had already been engraved in his heart.

As long as he goes back and studies it slowly, one day he will hold the key to unlock the mysterious power.

With a "bang", the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from behind.

Feng Zhaoyuan looked back and saw Zaza sitting in the distance grinning, looking around blankly.

Judging from this, he also drifted with the waves and was sucked into here by the vortex.

"Hello."

Feng Zhaoyuan smiled slightly, and the friendship between the two in the past flashed in his eyes like the warm sunshine.

"You, are you?"

Seeing Feng Zhaoyuan suddenly appearing, Zhaza was shocked and wanted to support her to get up, but a biting pain came from her left leg.

"Your leg is injured?"

Feng Zhaoyuan walked over with concern, Zhaza stood up alertly, and his fists were naturally clenched.

Feng Zhaoyuan smiled: "I have no malice, believe me."

Zaza's eyes were still full of alert: "Is your master here?"

"Of course not, my experience is the same as yours."

Feng Zhaoyuan pointed above and thought to himself that in the direction of the water flow, if no accidents occur, all those who are involved in Binghong will come here sooner or later.

Even, maybe someone arrives before themselves.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhaohara's eyes immediately swept around. Sure enough, a few dark water stains were found on the ground. Because the tunnel was very dark, if it weren't for Feng Zhaohara's eyesight, it would be impossible to detect them at all.

Maybe Baekson and Zun General have arrived.

Feng Zhaoyuan couldn't help but feel excited and said to Zhaza: "This seems to be a very mysterious place. I want to go in and take a look. If you don't mind, I can carry you on my back."

"You want to carry me?"

Zaza stared at Feng Zhaoyuan silently, and on that strange face, he was full of concern and sincerity, and he felt an indescribable familiarity.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Zhaza struggled to get up, and the pain in his left leg made him collapse to the ground again.

Feng Zhaoyuan smiled bitterly, walked forward without saying a word, forcibly carrying Zhaza. He did not intend to reveal his identity, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to both parties.

"Thank you."
To be continued...