Chapter 171
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Speaking of which, the crypt wasn't very long. After a while, Nangong Zhe had reached the deepest part of the crypt.
There was a small space in the depths of the crypt. There was only a stone table and a stone stool. A scroll painting was placed on the stone table.
"This … Compared to the previous three levels, this is a little shabby …"
Compared to the previous three levels, which had huge forests, realistic illusions, and endless paths covered in flames, the simple crypt space here was very shabby and rustic.
Nangong Zhe's gaze drifted to the scroll painting on the stone table. This must be the painting that Senior Banishment mentioned, right?
He walked step by step to the side of the stone table and sat down on the stone stool.
Nangong Zhe reached out and held the scroll painting in his hand.
A different aura escaped from the scroll painting, bringing with it an iron-blooded and murderous aura as it charged towards Nangong Zhe.
Sure enough, the scroll painting left behind by Senior Banishment wasn't something ordinary.
Nangong Zhe unfolded the scroll painting in his hand. The aura of iron and blood and murderous aura was finally released and rushed towards him.
This so-called 'painting' wasn't really a painting.
It was just a simple ink mark, as if it was casually waved by a person.
"Is this the painting that Senior Banishment mentioned? It's really simple … "
Nangong Zhe slightly ridiculed the Banishment Painting and looked at the ink mark.
However, he didn't feel anything at all. It was just like a simple painting.
Just as Nangong Zhe looked at the ink mark, a decaying aura was constantly emitted from the bottom of the scroll painting.
The pure white paper quickly turned yellow under the influence of the decaying aura, then slowly turned dark brown. It was as if it had been weathered for a long time and was even slowly decomposing.
"Is this the so-called time limit? Either I can comprehend the true meaning of this ink mark in time, or the scroll painting will directly decay and disappear. And then fail the challenge? "
Nangong Zhe finally understood how the 'time limit' mentioned by the senior Banishment was achieved.
He tried to inject his internal energy into the scroll, but the scroll didn't react at all. It was just like an ordinary scroll.
"Not inner force?"
Nangong Zhe murmured to himself. Since it was impossible to discover the secrets within the scroll with the naked eye, there must be some sort of key that would allow people to discover the secrets within the scroll.
Inner force or spiritual force?
He then tried to attach his mental power to the scroll. The gentle mental power quickly permeated into every tiny structure of the scroll.
There was still no reaction.
By the time Nangong Zhe tested the two powers, a third of the scroll had already been corroded by the decaying aura. There were also many places that had already dissipated.
Banishment … Tribulation Sword … Sword … Sword Qi …
Nangong Zhe thought hard for a long time, but he seemed to have forgotten the most important thing.
That was the sword that the senior Banishment was most fond of. Wasn't sword Qi the most closely related to swords?
But could such a fragile piece of paper really withstand the tyrannical sword Qi?
Nangong Zhe didn't know, but Nangong Zhe could only think of such a choice.
He had no choice but to inject a very small amount of sword Qi into the scroll painting.
What was sword Qi? It was a type of energy that mainly attacked and killed.
Although Nangong Zhe only used a very small amount of sword Qi, the effect was very significant.
The sword Qi and the decaying aura that was originally corroding the scroll suddenly formed a different kind of connection. The decaying aura became denser under the stimulation of the sword Qi, and the sword Qi seemed to feel that it had to fight against the decaying aura. It constantly devoured the decaying aura to nourish itself, becoming stronger and stronger.
"This is really …"
Looking at the scroll painting that was corroding faster, Nangong Zhe only wanted to knock his head hard. Why did he suddenly think of injecting sword Qi into it?
What else?
What else was the most closely related to the Banishment senior?
If it wasn't a sword, then what was the favorite thing of the Banishment senior?
The thing that the senior Banishment senior liked …
Wine?
Good wine?
The drunken immortal wine in the green jade gourd that the senior Banishment senior gave him?
Although the choice of wine was a bit of a joke, at this moment, the scroll painting was corroding faster and faster, and Nangong Zhe didn't have time to think about the mystery calmly.
Nangong Zhe took off the green jade gourd on his back and used his mouth to bite open the cork that sealed the gourd. He directly sprinkled the wine on the scroll painting.
This was Nangong Zhe's last attempt. It was also the last possible attempt that Nangong Zhe could make to pass this level.
The wine slowly soaked the ink. In just a moment, the ink had turned from black to a blood-red color.
"Even this works?"
Nangong Zhe was just trying to make a last resort by sprinkling the drunken immortal wine on the scroll painting. He didn't expect it to actually work.
"As expected … This level is really more difficult than the previous ones. Which disciple of the Blood-Cloak Pavilion who came here for such a serious trial would bring wine, especially Drunken Immortal wine that no one knows how to brew? Without Drunken Immortal wine, there is no way to remove the ink on the scroll painting. Without removing the ink, how can I pass this level? "
At this moment, Nangong Zhe only felt that the Banishment senior was indeed evil. Wasn't he deliberately making things difficult for others?
"Hahahaha … Life's two pleasures are sword and wine."
Suddenly, Nan Gongzhe heard a faint sound. It was like a person singing with a sword while drinking to his heart's content.
Not only did it sound in his ears, but it also seemed to appear in front of Nangong Zhe's eyes.
Although he couldn't see the person's figure clearly, he was holding a sword in his hand.
The Heavenly Calamity Sword!
This must be the Banishment senior!
In the image, the Banishment senior was holding a brush. However, it wasn't the posture of an ordinary person writing. Instead, it was as if he was holding a sword.
Drops of ink dripped from the brush. However, in mid-air, there was an invisible force that dragged the ink back to the tip of the brush.
"Painting? Writing? I'm not good at any of those. I only know how to wield a sword. Since I'm going to paint, I have to paint like a sword! "
After saying that, the Banishment senior's aura, which had been slightly scattered due to drinking, was instantly restrained.
His eyes, which were originally filled with a sense of sharpness, were now restrained. He looked like an ordinary person.
Just like that, the Banishment senior took the brush and drew on a piece of white paper in front of him.
It was the ink painting that Nangong Zhe was carefully looking at!
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