Emperor's Red Makeup: The Duke is too black

Chapter 514
He fixed his eyes on the sword, and then stood on a round platform in the center. The round platform was engraved with strange patterns and runes, which looked extremely strange, but what was really weird was that Feng Mu held the sword in the handle. When the sword was inserted into the round table, the ordinary iron sheet on the surface of the round table unexpectedly began to fall off, gradually revealing a golden light.

I saw Feng Mu grasping the blade with his own hand, and the blood flowed down along the blade bit by bit, and flowed into the small hole in the center of the round platform.

Feng Wuxin was standing on the foggy stone ladder, which was not the end. He suddenly formed a seal with his hands, and countless true qi gushed out. With the sound of whistling wind, a strange wind formed in his palm. Eyes, slowly absorbing the white mist blocking the wall of mantra.

The wall of truth finally appeared.

It was a big mirror, like an ordinary copper mirror, thin, with strange protrusions around it, and there seemed to be a faintly visible pattern engraved in the middle. Xuan Luo looked at it carefully, and it seemed that there was a plane tree , a flame phoenix stands on the parasol tree, although the pattern is faintly visible, it is lifelike.

"It is said that the phoenix tree is the king of trees, and it is even more a spiritual tree. 'The phoenix tree does not dare to live in the phoenix tree' should refer to this picture." Huangfu Yao said softly.

Xuan Luo felt that his forehead was a little itchy, and he couldn't help but raised his hand to touch it, and it really felt like a burning sensation.

She thought that the imprint should have sensed the movement of the phoenix on the wall of mantra.

Although she didn't believe that such an unscientific thing happened, she had to believe it at this moment.

Xuan Luo straightened his face, and said: "I heard in the myth that every time a phoenix dies, a fire will ignite all over its body, and then it will be reborn in the fire, and gain stronger vitality than before. Such a process It is called "Phoenix Nirvana"" She paused, "Yao, tell me, is the looming phoenix in flames on the wall of the mantra the same as the phoenix in the mythology that is undergoing Nirvana?"

Huangfu Yao's gaze was fixed on the wall of truth, and when the white mist gradually disappeared into Feng Wuxin's palm, he nodded and said: "It is precisely because of this that there are legends that the phoenix gained eternal life due to Nirvana, and also had the "Phoenix" "The name."

"The Phoenix God worshiped by the Feng Clan is supposed to be in Nirvana!" Huangfu Yao said.

Feng Mu heard their conversation, and after completing the summoning ceremony, he turned his head to look at Xuan Luo and Huangfu Yao, and said word by word: "No, every generation of Phoenix girls will open the ceremony, and different phoenixes will appear. For example Last time, when Feng Xianyue was opened, the pattern on it was not a parasol, not a flame phoenix, but..." He stopped talking in the middle of his sentence.

Fortunately, the pattern this time was not the same as last time, so he felt relieved a little.

Realizing that Feng Mu didn't want to mention the last time he opened the Mantra Wall, Xuan Luo also understood something, that's right, Feng Xianyue ended like that in the end, and her life can be said to be a huge tragedy, so the pattern that appeared must be It's unlucky, why should she bother to ask?

"Nian'er, although you haven't opened the wall of mantras yet, judging from the patterns that appear here, the fate of our Feng clan should turn around." Feng Mu said.

Huangfu Yao nodded, and looked at the wall of truth in the distance with some inexplicable eyes. He seemed to have foreseen something on the looming pattern. Yes, the protection and punishment of the Feng Clan for hundreds of years should indeed end in her hands. up.

Her appearance may be God's will!

"The mountain of Danxue... there is a bird, its shape is like a chicken, and its colorful writing is called Phoenix. Birds also eat naturally, sing and dance by themselves, and the world is peaceful when they see it.”

From both ends of the mantra wall, such a voice slowly came, ethereal and ethereal. I don't know who made it, where it came from, and where it will go?

Xuan Luo felt that the blood in her body was flowing faster and faster, and the phoenix mark on her forehead was getting hotter and hotter, and finally even emitted a little flame light, which made Huangfu Yao's eyes dare not leave Xuan Luo for a moment. fall.

He doesn't know what he will see in a while, but he must do his best to protect her and protect her!

His stomach was a little hot, Xuan Luo touched his stomach, afraid of what would happen, but apart from being a little hot, there seemed to be no other abnormalities.

Noticing her movements, Huangfu Yao asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Is your stomach uncomfortable?"

Xuan Luo shook his head and gave him a reassuring look, "I'm fine."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the wall of truth.

Although the wall of mantra looks like a mirror, in fact it does not reflect light, but emits light from itself.

The light turned purple for a while, red for a while, golden for a while, and flame for a while, changing very strangely.

Feng Wuxin's true energy seemed to be exhausted. After the last wisp of white mist dissipated, he suddenly let out a muffled snort, then turned around and flew down, gasping for breath a few times while standing on the sacrificial altar.

"Nian'er, come here!" Feng Mu stood in the middle of the round platform and said.

Xuan Luo raised his eyes to look at Huangfu Yao, seeing the encouragement in his eyes, he felt a lot more at ease.

Huangfu Yao stood on the spot, quietly watching her leaving back, suddenly there was something more in his hand, upon closer inspection, it was brought from the ancient temple at the bottom of the valley.

"Nian'er, use your blood to open the wall of truth!" Feng Mu said seriously.

After speaking, he stepped back and stood on the edge of the sacrificial altar, staring at Xuan Luo's every move.

Looking at the strange sword in front of her, looking at this seemingly ordinary round platform that actually contained a strong cold air, Xuan Luo took a deep breath, and then put her hands together, holding the sword, blood, following her hand, along the The blade of the sword flowed down slowly.

Without Feng Mu's reminder, Xuan Luo seemed to already know what he should do next.

When the round platform was emitting dazzling purple light, she closed her eyes, flicked her fingertips, and the sword inserted into the round platform suddenly flew out, and with a light touch of her finger, the sword flew directly to the wall of truth.

After a while, with a "ding", the sword was inserted into the upper right corner of the mantra wall, where there happened to be a hole.

The blood stained on the sword was like the oil of burning flames. When it touched the looming pattern, the pattern finally no longer floated and blurred, but was slowly engraved on the wall of mantra.

Xuan Luo tiptoed, and flew to stand in front of the mantra wall, looking at the mirror that was so close at hand, she tried hard to find her own figure.

Suddenly thought of something, Xuan Luo bit the tip of his right index finger lightly, and then pressed the index finger on the phoenix eye on the pattern. The flame on the phoenix body seemed to be ignited by something, and suddenly emitted a blazing light and temperature.

(End of this chapter)