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Chapter 308 Descend into the Chariot! (4K 2-in-1)

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"Has anyone noticed this before?" He Meng frowned at the small door and said.

"No." "I didn't notice it."

"It's strange. I felt like I was in a trance just now."

The investigators shook their heads.

Norma Gon took a step forward and picked up the small wooden frame hanging on the protruding eyeball decoration of the door.

She saw the prayers on it that were full of intoxication and ecstasy, and filled with a lot of inexplicably repeated content. She turned it over and saw the words "Please confirm that the door is closed again."

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

The investigators in front filed in one after another. Fan Ning was a little surprised. Why didn't he notice the movement of the "paint ball" this time?

Last time, he actually returned here twice. The first time, the wall was full of paint. The second time, he ran away when he heard the noise. He saw the door after the paint fell off.

It was precisely because of the change in the pigment, combined with a series of speculations from previous investigations, that I came to the conclusion that "the pollution of the fountain in the painting starts from vision."

This time, I saw the door directly.

However, it was harmless.

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

Still surrounded by seven in front and two in the back, Fanning relied on his spiritual sense that was much stronger than the previous middle-level, avoiding the threshold, walls and obstacles and slowly stepped into the stone door, and in the dark vision, deliberately made a vigilant look around.

"What the hell is this place? Just turn directly after entering?"

As soon as he entered, Salman's muttering came to Fanning's ears.

"Turn left? Turn left again? Turn around at the left rear?"

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

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

More and more investigators talked 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 the dream can conform to the logic of reality?"

Everyone was quiet for a while, and for a while, only the slight thumping sound of leather shoes hitting the ground and the tearing sound of some sticky texture when lifting feet echoed in the passage.

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

Combined with his previous cognition, he thought about it for a while and understood the reason.

The entire underground building is the intersection of the world's appearance and will. The lower the proportion of the waking world is, the more illogical and weird things there are in the transitional astral layer and the will migration layer.

Those with higher inspiration can know and control dreams and do things that are different from the laws of real physics, such as floating or flying in the air, but it is limited to the astral world, that is, ordinary clear dreams. In the migration, things are still chaotic and weird, but the consciousness is more dizzy, and it is difficult to control yourself to fly.

Unless you are a profound master.

Fan Ning had met He Meng and Gang in the dream alliance meeting. These strong men who had been changed by "spiritual knowledge" could control dreams not only in ordinary clear dreams, but also in the migration and even the Hui Tower. If the battle takes place in the dream level of directly attacking the spirit body, their strength may be stronger than in the waking world. This ability to move alone is a gap that those with knowledge cannot reach.

This fact made Fan Ning even more worried.

Because now everyone is in a transitional state of gradually entering the dream migration.

But it is obvious that these people do not know that this passage full of unknown things should be walked with eyes closed.

Fan Ning has been asking Qiong to refine a tube of visual sealing spirit every week for nearly two months, just to deal with this situation.

If he closes his eyes throughout the whole process, it will inevitably arouse suspicion, so opening his eyes as usual but temporarily losing his vision is the best way.

He wants to see what these people will see next.

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

Because, perhaps the best time for me to make a move is here.

"My head hurts a bit, did you hear any sound?" Suddenly, several investigators squatted down one after another with their heads in their hands.

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

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

Fan Ning also squatted on the ground.

He was not pretending this time, he really heard it.

"It's really that kind of sharp and high-pitched dense sound, exactly the same as what Xilan and Qiong described at the time. But, I have never been affected by this. I haven't heard it since I inspected the art museum on the day of the graduation ceremony. Why did I hear it this time?"

"Is there anything different about my state this time from the last time?"

After easing up a little, everyone continued to walk in.

Fan Ning gradually heard some strange movements.

"Hehehe..." First, someone laughed nervously twice, but nothing happened afterwards, and the others did not ask him why he laughed.

Later, he felt the stench suddenly dissipate, followed by the fragrant smell of barbecue.

The sound of teeth tearing meat and swallowing came from his shoulder, as if an investigator was holding a skewer of charcoal-grilled lamb and eating it.

"Riberci, why do these few stains of paint look a bit like your face?" An investigator spoke again.

"Sh ...

"It looks like your face to me." The investigator named Li Burch raised the spray and wiped the few "tear stains" seeping out from the gaps in the stone bricks until they turned pale.

The time has almost come... The name of the mysterious painting flashed in Fan Ning's mind, and his state gradually became tense.

"Try not to look ahead. First deal with the graffiti within reach." He Meng's sudden opening made Fan Ning's gradually tense nerves relax again.

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

Then Fan Ning suddenly realized a problem.

The Special Patrol Office does not know that closing eyes can avoid pollution, but this operation seems to be another method they use?

This underground building of the Turner Museum of Art seems to have some kind of "mirror image" or "entanglement" with the weird art museum in the small town of Watznai. They have faded all the colors in this space. Could it be that Is it possible to enter the Grand Palace School ruins from "another way"?

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

But the advantage is still in his own hands.

Because compared to the "eyes-closed passage method", the "spray passage method" advances slower all the way.

We can't wait any longer. It's unrealistic to expect perfect opportunities to take advantage of others' dangers.

Fan Ning recalculated based on the changes on the spot and made up his mind.

"Buzz buzz-"

When the weird noise struck again, several investigators squatted on the ground again, and the two Insighters guarding the back of the passage also frowned.

That's it now!

Fan Ning did not squat down, he made a gesture of supporting the wall in discomfort, and then seemed to see some writing on the side.

"River of Silver Mirrors -" he whispered the first Chinese sentence in front of outsiders.

A few glanced wherever he looked.

The focus was not on him, but mainly on seeing if there was any unpopular ancient language on the wall.

And this group of mysterious characters seemed to have dug a hole in the river embankment that was under tremendous pressure.

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

He first felt that he was being sucked into the world of the painting, but the corresponding relationship between the two quickly changed. He became bigger from small, and the painting changed from big to small. In the end, it seemed that he had "sat" inside the painting!

"How can one compare it to a man descending into a chariot? It is as if he were walking about a house, or ascending or descending a ladder, or making peace with purity and ease. Nothing hinders him. Only by reciting the hidden mysteries does he ascend. The world is so beautiful just above the intertwined miracles.”

"Once in control of the chariot of the High Court, the servants of the throne will fear, fall down, tremble, and sing. The beloved of the radiance is thus exalted, exalted, and lifted up to all ends of earth and sky. "

Only through real practice did Fan Ning truly understand what the records in "Chariots Ascend to Heaven" felt like.

This is the invisible power at the level of the Insightful One - the "Secret Technique of Chengdu"!

"What are you doing!?" Although Fan Ning first evoked a defensive mark, He Meng could already feel an extremely terrifying invisible force gathering around him.

The breath pouring down from a place higher than myself!

His face changed drastically as he tapped his cane on the ground, also descended into the chariot, and shouted: "Be careful! Back off!"

But everything happened too fast, and there was no gap. The second verse of "Twilight and Wall on the Mountain Top" had finished reciting. Fan Ning felt that the chariot under his seat suddenly burst into flames, and he felt the "hands holding objects" "With a concrete sense of manipulation, he directly pulled this violent energy towards the people on the side!

At the height of the masonry sealing the passage, the non-existent clouds suddenly parted, and a few rays of twilight shot down diagonally. Its texture looked weak, but it directly left large or small blood holes on the bodies of everyone who had no time to react, and even more Several bowl-sized blood holes appeared on the chests or faces of the four investigators nearby, and the burned brains inside were directly visible on the sides!

Thump—thump—

The bodies began to shake, then fell one after another.

"court death."

Under He Meng's control, the masonry began to dissolve, and the ground became eager to bite people. Fan Ning's area below the knees had been dragged into it.

Fan Ning's sudden attack made the two inspectors shocked and angry, and their hearts were bleeding. Senior investigator! The training of an investigator requires a large amount of resources from the Special Inspection Agency, and high-ranking knowledgeable people are extremely valuable backbone talents for every extraordinary organization. I don’t know where he obtained such tyrannical means. This attack on the investigator team The casualties were over half!

Norma Gunn, who said nothing, also had a cold light flashing in her eyes. A sharp thorn condensed by invisible force was thrown, and the air in its path was cut like tofu. In an instant, Fan Ning had arrived. Before Adam's apple.

The flowing silver mirror flashed from Fan Ning's etheric body, and with a crisp "ding" sound, the stabbing tool turned completely ninety degrees and sank into the passage wall without any sound, leaving a bottomless hole. black hole.

"Creative sketching about extremely asymmetrical containers..." Fan Ning ignored these attacks at all. He had already finished reciting the third character when the leather shoes fell.

"Get away!" He Meng exclaimed, "He has more than one round of riding training!"

Gon, who had an extremely dangerous intuition, began to float backwards in Fanning's vision. Her speed was very fast, and she had reached the end in a blink of an eye. However, Fanning, who had grasped the spiritual connection, felt a sudden sense of disorder and distortion in the hand holding the chariot. He directly threw the thread of inspiration to the far end, and twisted it with one hand towards Gon's body--

A muffled groan.

The black and white colors of Gon's torso began to twist and deform, and his ribs pierced out of his body at a weird angle. Then there was the sound of flesh and blood being crushed and torn, and the black figure fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

But this is already a realm with a very high proportion of dream elements, and the damage it suffered is mainly at the spiritual level. When Gon fell to the ground and gasped violently, the twisted flesh and bones turned into black mist and began to condense slowly and hard again.

Although the life and spirituality of the Aurora have undergone essential changes, the "wilderness" that Gang studied focuses on abilities similar to assassins. If it were a completely waking world, this would be a fatal injury, and now in the more advantageous dream, his combat power has at least gone by more than 80%.

Fanning's attack speed this time was too fast, and the lethality was completely unexpected. He really caught the opponent off guard. In less than ten seconds, four high-ranking officials of the Special Patrol Office died, a patrol chief of the second level of Aurora was seriously injured, and the rest were slightly injured to varying degrees!

He Meng suppressed his anger, and his cane quickly outlined mysterious symbols in the air.

Fanning's body was further dragged into the surface, and at the same time, an illusory step appeared behind him. Countless slippery egg sheaths and tentacles began to squeeze and entangle him, intending to drill into his mouth and nose.

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

Under the surface, behind the steps, two non-existent "key" doors slowly opened one after another, squeezing the egg sheaths that were pushed aside and causing the slurry to overflow.

Fan Ning pushed the ground with both hands, and the whole person jumped back to the surface through the first door, and crouched to get out of the second door behind the illusory steps.

After a few seconds of delay, He Meng had already walked to Fan Ning with a few big strides, and the cane was aimed directly at his head.

The tip of the cane was beating and dancing like a heart, and only a touch was needed to cause the opponent's organs and spirit to suffer severe damage under resonance.

But Fan Ning had already felt the strong wind of "Cinders" lingering under the wheels of the chariot, and the spirit was about to float up. He jumped forward with his heels on the ground, and his figure was like a bloated balloon that was suddenly deflated. At an incredible speed, he staggered and "ejected" and disappeared at the end of the passage ahead.

"Damn it!" Salman, who had a small hole burned through his thigh, stood up and tried to chase after him.

"Don't chase him blindly." He Meng stopped and his voice became low again, "The heterogeneous colors in the passage ahead need to be dealt with step by step."

"Sir, we can't just let him run away like this!" Salman's blood rushed to his chest after the death of several colleagues.

"Run? Where to run? Inside?" He Meng smiled faintly, as if he had calmed down.

He walked slowly to Gang's side, and after making sure that his life was not in danger, he stretched out his hand and said, "Take out those paintings."

Salman had to take off his backpack as he was told.

Nine paintings that Fanning had taken out from the art gallery before, and five possible paintings that had been collected from the public earlier.

He Meng held his breath and looked at them.

Another investigator squatted on the ground, taking out bottles and jars from his colleague's backpack, as if he was ready to start arranging the secret ceremony.

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

Several people looked at their superiors in surprise.

"They are all fake." He stared at the paintings with his eyes narrowed.