622: C622 Eight Nine Profound Arts

C622 Eight Nine Profound Arts

The White Snake walked along with Faang Yang and finally stopped in front of a stone room.

The White Snake pointed at the stone room inside, then retreated to the back, leaving Faang Yang standing there alone.

Faang Yang walked in slowly. There were many murals on the surrounding walls that looked like words, but he had never seen such words before.

A skeleton was placed in the middle of the room. It held an iron rod in its hand. There seemed to be an indescribable awe-inspiring aura surrounding it.

Faang Yang walked over. Since the White Snake was willing to bring him here, then the origin of this skeleton must not be simple.

Suddenly, a praying mat fell from the skull of the skeleton. It seemed to want Faang Yang to kneel down.

Of course, Faang Yang wasn't the kind of person to kneel down casually and kick away the praying mat in front of him.

The skeleton seemed to be angry. The stone door suddenly closed, and the surrounding light dimmed.

"He's already dead, and he still dares to come out and make a ruckus?" Do you believe that I will turn you into a pile of dirt? "

The skeleton didn't react at all, causing Faang Yang to not know what to do.

Faang Yang couldn't help but frown. In the entire stone room, besides this skeleton, there were only the words on the stone wall. However, he couldn't understand these few words at all.

Faang Yang finally focused his gaze on the skeleton's arms, as if it was protecting something.

Faang Yang reached out his hand to take it. It was just an ordinary rosewood box.

Inside the wooden box was a sheepskin scroll and a white silk cloth. There seemed to be some words written on it.

Faang Yang immediately opened up the white silk, which was covered in red letters. Presumably, this was the skeleton's masterpiece before its death.

The words on it weren't hard to understand. After all, Faang Yang had also learned ancient languages before. He was referring to the fact that this skeleton was originally a general who had fought in the battlefield for ten years to expand the empire's territory and had repeatedly built meritorious feats.

He had been admired by the Emperor, and had been given the title of Viscount of Besset. He had sent his family to the capital to be controlled by the Emperor, but he had never thought that his wife would be chosen by the Emperor and become the imperial concubine. He had chosen to forgive them.

However, they were plotted against by the emperor and charged with rebellion, so he sent his army to annihilate them. He had fought in a fit of rage and had been betrayed by those around him. He had been surrounded by hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

Fortunately, his brothers were able to help, but in the end, he was the only one who managed to clear the encirclement. While he was filled with grief and despair, he decisively chose to hide in the forest.

Finally, he said that this guy felt that his martial arts skills were very high, but he couldn't find a suitable successor. In the end, he ended up being depressed here.

He hoped that someone would be able to inherit his legacy after coming here. He kowtowed to the skeleton and kowtowed to it. This was the ceremony of taking him as his master.

Faang Yang could not help but feel a bit of pain in his balls. Did he really think that he had never read Martial Arts novels before? There must be something strange inside that praying mat, must be some treasure left behind by this guy?

Faang Yang threw the silk cloth in his hands to the side and continued to read the sheepskin scroll. The top of the scroll had the words "Eighty-Nine Mysterious Technique" written on it.

F * ck? Are you really Erlang Shen or Sun Wukong? Neither of them is as miserable as you.

Faang Yang continued to look down and found that the Mystic Eight-Nine was even more exquisite. His father had imparted him the Heavenly Sky and Earth and now he had coincidentally obtained the eight to nine profound arts. Could it be that all of this was caused by his father and them?

Although the Eight-Nine Arcane Art was extremely exquisite, he did not have the time to learn it right now. He should think about how to get out of here first.

Faang Yang looked around and quickly noticed the praying mat. Faang Yang quickly picked it up and used his strength to cut through the cushion, then he grabbed the sheepskin scroll inside.

I knew there was something in it. People this big are playing this little game.

Faang Yang opened it to see that the previous owner had left a bunch of bullsh * t words.

"Brat, grandpa is called Sun Wukong. If you don't acknowledge me as your master, you won't be able to leave this place." Normal people would need a hundred years to learn eight or nine profound arts before they can reach the basic level of mastery. If they want to reach the peak of mastery, it would take at least eighteen hundred years. "

"But luckily you met me. Grandfather will teach you one move, and if you can't become proficient in six hours, I'll have you take out a blade and cut me. Once you have mastered the eight to nine profound arts, you will be able to soar into the sky. Let everything here be buried in the water. "1

Faang Yang's expression instantly turned strange. Don't f * cking think that it's Sun Wukong, laozi has been in the God Realm for so long and hasn't heard of anyone surnamed Sun.

The contents of the sheepskin scroll were almost exactly the same as what was written on it.

"Back when I rose up into the sky here, the skull in front of you was my real body. I hope you can bury me safely." Oh right, the White Snake outside, just treat it as a gift from me. He is a very intelligent White Snake, I won't tell you, he is the descendant of Xiaolong's horse, treat her well. "

Faang Yang instantly felt his balls ache. That White Snake was actually a descendant of the White Dragon Horse? Can't you be a little more ridiculous? Was there really such a person as Sun Wukong?

However, his own introduction was that of a general of the dynasty, which dynasty had a general with the surname Sun? For a moment, he couldn't remember.

However, Faang Yang quickly understood that Journey to the West was just a novel after all. And this Sun Wukong might very well be the prototype of the novel.

The main point was the content written at the end of the sheepskin scroll. Did he really ascend to heaven? The humans on Earth have explored the world for so many years, but they haven't discovered any deities in the sky?

Faang Yang didn't think about anything else. Maybe he went to another plane. Right now, he only wanted to think about how to get out of this place. He didn't have much time left.

Faang Yang opened up his meridians according to the goatskin scroll. After about 6 hours, Faang Yang felt that his zhenqi was more than enough. It seemed to have reached a higher level.

"This [Eight-Nine Arcane Art] is indeed impressive, but is this Sun Wukong really serious about it?"

Faang Yang didn't want to stay here any longer. Just as he was about to rush out of the cave, the stone room's door was suddenly opened.

The skeleton's eyes suddenly flashed with a golden light. A figure wearing a golden armor and holding a metal rod appeared in front of it.

"Hehehe kid, I, Old Sun, have never seen such an arrogant person like you." However, the more arrogant you are, the more I, Old Sun, like. The murals on this wall are all treasures, and all sorts of immortal cultivation techniques are on this wall. However, I still recommend that you leave after you finish learning them. When you leave this place, you will have no problem even if you want to spend the rest of the day here. "

Faang Yang couldn't help but twitch his mouth and ask with a puzzled expression, "You really are Sun Wukong?"

"What is it? Doesn't look like it? "

"Aren't you a monkey?"

"Fuck you!" It was something that the Old Emperor had spread in order to make me, Old Sun, look ugly. Grandfather was the fake Sun Wukong. That 'Journey to the West' story you all were looking at is completely my own story. "

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