musicians of old

Chapter 308 Descending into the chariot! (4K [-]-in-[-])

"Has anyone noticed it before?" He Meng looked at the small door and frowned.

"No." "No attention."

"It's strange, I feel like I've just been in a trance for a while."

The investigators shook their heads.

Norma Gunn stepped forward and held the small wooden frame hanging from the door's raised eye decoration.

She saw a prayer full of intoxication and ecstasy, filled with a lot of repetitive content for no reason, and turned it over to see the text "Please reconfirm that the door is closed".

"Go in." After thinking for a while, she gave the order.

The investigators in front filed in, and Fan Ning was secretly a little surprised, why didn't he notice the movement of the "pigment ball" this time?

The last time, I actually turned back here twice, the first time the wall was covered with paint, and the second time I heard the noise and ran away, the paint fell off before I saw the door.

It is precisely because of the abnormal change of the paint, combined with a series of conjectures from previous investigations, that I have come to the conclusion that "the pollution of the fountain in the painting begins with vision".

This time, he saw the door directly.

However, innocuous.

As long as the door is there, there is a chance.

Still surrounded by the first seven and the second second, Fan Ning, relying on his much stronger spiritual sense than before, avoided the threshold, walls and obstacles and slowly stepped into the stone gate, and under the vision of darkness, he made a deliberate move. Be wary of looking around.

"What the hell is this place? Go in and turn directly?"

As soon as he entered, Salman's muttering came from Fanning's ear.

"Turn left? Turn left again? Turn left and back?"

"Isn't this going back to the room? Why is it such a long and curved road?"

"The pattern on the wall of this passage is so strange."

More and more investigators chatted endlessly while walking.

"Don't make a fuss." He Meng reminded in a low voice, "Do you still think that the things on the way to dream can conform to the logic of reality?"

Everyone was quiet for a while, and for a while, only the slight thud of leather shoes hitting the ground, and some kind of viscous tearing sound echoed in the passage when they lifted their feet.

While walking, Fan Ning felt that as the position gradually deepened, the figures of the two masters behind him became lighter and lighter.

Combined with the previous cognition, he thought about it a little and understood the reason.

The entire underground building is the intersection of world appearance and will. The lower the proportion of the world when you wake up, the more illogical and weird things in the transition astral layer and the will-shifting layer.

Those with higher inspiration can know and control dreams, and do things that are different from the physical laws of reality, such as floating or flying in the air, but only limited to the astral world, that is, ordinary lucid dreams. In Yiyong, things are still chaotic and weird. But his consciousness was even more dizzy, and it was difficult to control himself to fly.

Unless it is a master.

Fan Ning met He Meng and Gang in the United Dream Conference. These strong men who have been transformed by "Gnosis" can not only fly in ordinary lucid dreams, but also in Yiyong and even Huita. All the same.If the battle took place at the dream level that directly hits the spirit body, their strength may be stronger than in the waking world. This ability to act alone is a gap that is difficult for those who know.

This fact made Fanning even more worried.

Because right now everyone is in a transitional state of gradually drifting into dreams.

But obviously, these people don't know that this passage full of unknown things should close their eyes and walk.

Since nearly two months ago, Fan Ning has asked Qiong to refine a tube of visual sealing elixir every other week, just to deal with the situation in front of him.

If you keep your eyes closed all the time, it will inevitably arouse suspicion, then open your eyes as usual, but temporarily losing your vision is the best way.

He wanted to see what the gang would see next.

Although the eyes of the people around him are open, the unknown pollution may also affect him, but in this situation, it is a relatively minor problem.

Because, the best time for me to make a move may be here.

"My head hurts a little, did you hear any sound?" Suddenly, several investigators squatted down one after another, covering their heads.

"It's harsh." "Some kind of sharp dense sound." The voice of a female investigator was very uncomfortable.

"It's okay, just rest here for a while." He Meng frowned, he heard it too, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Fanning also crouched on the ground.

Could he be pretending? He really heard it too.

"It's really that sharp and high-pitched sound, exactly the same as what Sheeran and Joan described at the time. However, I have obviously never been affected by it. I haven't heard it since I was inspecting the art gallery on the day of the graduation ceremony. Why? Did I hear it this time too?"

"My state this time, is there anything different from last time?"

After a little relaxation, everyone continued to walk in.

Fanning gradually heard some strange movements.

"Hey hey..." At first, someone laughed nervously, but nothing happened afterwards, and the others didn't ask him why he was laughing.

Later, he felt the stench suddenly dissipate, followed by the smell of barbecued meat.

The sound of teeth tearing and gobbling came from the shoulder, as if an investigator was holding a string of charcoal kebabs to eat.

"Liberch, why do these wisps of paint stains look a bit like your face?" an investigator asked again.

"Chi--" "Chi--"

"I look like your face." The investigator called Li Burch held up the spray and wiped the few "tear stains" seeping from the cracks in the stone bricks until they were pale.

The time is almost here... The name of the mysterious painting flashed in Fanning's mind, and his state gradually became tense.

"Try not to look ahead, first solve the graffiti that is within reach." He Meng's sudden opening made Fan Ning's gradually tense nerves relax again.

Amidst the sound of "chi chi" spray, the abnormal movement temporarily came to an end.

So Fanning suddenly realized a problem.

It is true that the Special Patrol Office does not know that closing eyes can avoid pollution, but this operation seems to be another way for them?
The underground building of the Turner Art Museum seems to have some kind of "mirroring" or "entangled" wrong relationship with the weird art museum in the small town of Watznai. They have faded all the colors of this space, isn't it? Is it possible to enter the site of the Great Court School from "another way"?

If this is the case, perhaps the pollution here is also within the controllable range for them, and it can't do anything to them.

But the advantage is still in your own hands.

Because compared with the "closed eyes method", the "spray method" advances slower all the way.

Can't wait any longer, it's unrealistic to take advantage of other people's chances to expect perfection.

Fan Ning recalculated according to the changes on the spot, and made up his mind.

"Buzzing-"

When that weird sound came again, several investigators squatted down again, and the two comprehensionists guarding the back of the passage also frowned.

It's now!

Fan Ning didn't squat down, he pretended to be uncomfortable supporting the wall, and then he seemed to see some words on the side.

"The River of Silver Mirror——" he whispered the first sentence in Chinese in front of outsiders.

A few people glanced wherever he looked.

The attention is not on him, but mainly to see if there is any unpopular ancient language on the wall.

And this group of mysterious characters seems to have dug a hole in the embankment under great pressure.

The colors and lines of "The River of Silver Mirror" burst out in the dark vision, and then Fanning experienced an unprecedented strange feeling——

At first, he felt that he was sucked into the world of the painting, but the corresponding relationship between the two changed rapidly. He became bigger from a young age, and the painting became smaller from a big one. In the end, he seemed to "sit" inside the painting!
"How is this compared to a man who descends into a chariot? It is as if he were walking around a house, or climbing up and down a ladder, or making peace purely and freely. There is nothing hindering him. Only by reciting the hidden mysteries, ascending The imprint of the world, above the intertwined wonders, is so beautiful."

"Once the chariots of the High Court are commanded, the servants of the Throne are terrified, prostrate, tremble, and sing. Thus the beloved of the Radiance is rendered, exalted, lifted, to the ends of all earth and sky. "

Only with real practice can Fanning really understand what it feels like to be recorded in "The Ascension of the Chariot".

This is the invisible power at the level of a comprehender - "Chengyu Secret Art"!
"What are you doing!?" Although Fan Ning first evoked a defensive imprint, He Meng already felt an extremely terrifying invisible force gathering around him.

The breath pouring down from a place higher than yourself!
His face changed drastically, he tapped his cane to the ground, and he also descended into the chariot, and shouted: "Be careful! Back off!"

But everything happened too fast without any gaps. The second paragraph of "Twilight and Wall on the Top of the Mountain" has been recited. Fan Ning felt the chariot under his seat suddenly ignited with flames, and realized the "two-handed object With a concrete sense of operation, he directly pulled this violent energy towards the people on the side!

At the height of the bricks and stones of the sealed passage, the non-existent clouds suddenly parted, and a few rays of twilight shot down obliquely. Several bowl-thick blood holes appeared on the chests or faces of the four investigators nearby, and the burnt brains inside could be seen directly from the side!

thump - thump -

The corpses began to shake, and then fell down one after another.

"court death."

Under He Meng's control, the masonry began to dissolve, and the ground became eager to eat people, and Fanning's parts below his knees had been dragged into it.

Fan Ning's sudden attack made the two chief inspectors frightened and angry, and at the same time, their hearts were bleeding, senior investigator!The cultivation of an investigator requires a lot of resources from the Special Patrol Office. High-ranking knowledgeable people are extremely precious backbone talents in every Extraordinary organization. I don’t know where he got such a tyrannical method. This blow to the team of investigators More than half of the casualties directly!

Norma Gunn, who was silent, also had a cold light in his eyes, and a sharp thorn condensed by invisible force was thrown, and the air it passed was cut like tofu, and Fanning had arrived in an instant. Before Adam's Apple.

The flowing silver mirror flashed away from Fanning's etheric body, and with a "ding" sound, the stabbing tool turned completely [-] degrees, and sank into the passage wall without a sound, leaving a bottomless hole. black hole.

"Creative sketches about extremely asymmetric containers..." Fanning ignored these attacks at all, and he had already finished reciting the third character when the leather shoes fell.

"Get out of the way!" He Meng exclaimed, "His Chengyu training lasted more than one round!"

Gang, who had an extremely dangerous intuition, began to float backwards in Fanning's field of vision. Her speed was very fast, and it was already at the end of the blink of an eye. But Fanning, who had grasped the spiritual connection, felt a sudden call from the hand holding the chariot. With a sense of distorted disorder, he directly threw the thread of inspiration to the far end, facing Gun's body, and twisted it with one hand——

A groan.

Gang's torso, black and white began to kink and deform, ribs protruded from the body at a strange angle, and then there was the sound of flesh and blood crushing and tearing, and the black figure fell to the ground like a kite with broken strings.

However, this is already a realm with a very high proportion of dream elements, and the damage it receives is mainly at the level of the spirit body. condensation.

Although the life and spirituality of those who understand have undergone essential changes, the "Huang" studied by Gang focuses on the ability of an assassin. If it is a complete awakening world, this will be a fatal enough injury, and now there are even more In the dream of superiority, his combat power has also dropped by at least [-]%.

Fan Ning's attack was too fast this time, and the lethality was completely unexpected. It really caught the opponent off guard. In less than ten seconds, four high-ranking members of the special inspection hall died, and one of them was a master. Erzhong's inspector was seriously injured, and the rest were slightly injured to varying degrees!

He Meng suppressed the anger in his heart, and quickly drew a mysterious symbol in the air with his stick.

Fanning's body was further dragged to the surface, and at the same time, an illusory step appeared behind him, and countless slippery egg cases and tentacles began to squeeze and wrap around him, intending to penetrate into his mouth and nose.

"The perspective of a snake and a scorpion..." "The abyss seen under a certain emotion..."

Under the surface, behind the steps, two non-existent "key" phase doors opened slowly one after the other, squeezing the egg cases that were pushed aside until the slurry overflowed.

Fan Ning slammed on the ground with both hands, and jumped back to the surface through the first door, and ducked out of the second door behind the illusory steps.

After a few seconds of delay, He Meng had already walked in front of Fan Ning in a few long strides, and aimed his cane directly at his head and struck out.

The tip of the wand pulses and dances like a heart, and only one touch is missing, and the viscera and spiritual body of the opponent can be severely injured under the resonance.

But Fan Ning has already felt the strong wind of "Jhin" lingering at the bottom of the chariot wheel, and the spirit body is about to float up, jumping forward with his heels on the ground, his figure is like an inflated balloon suddenly deflated, shaking at an unimaginable speed Staggeringly "catapult" disappeared at the end of the passage ahead.

"Damn it!" Salman, who had a small hole burnt through his thigh, stood up and wanted to chase after gnashing his teeth.

"Don't chase blindly." He Meng withdrew his hands, and his voice returned to a low voice, "The heterogeneous colors in the front channel need to be dealt with step by step."

"Sir, you can't just let him run away like this!" The death of several colleagues made Salman's blood surge.

"Run? Where are you going? Inside?..." He Meng smiled lightly when he heard the words, as if his mood had calmed down.

He walked slowly to Gang's side, and after confirming that his life was safe, he stretched out his hand and said, "Take out those paintings."

Salman had no choice but to take off the backpack as promised.

Nine paintings that Fanning had previously removed from the museum, and five possible paintings that had been collected from folks earlier.

He Meng inspected with bated breath.

Another investigator squatted on the ground and took out bottles and jars from his colleague's corpse backpack, as if preparing to start arranging the secret ritual.

"No need." He Meng suddenly stopped after more than a minute.

Several people looked at their chief in surprise.

"They're all fake." He narrowed his eyes deeply as he stared at the painting.

(End of this chapter)