Zhang Yuan looked at the attic, carved railings, jade tiles, and red walls and eaves, which were full of ancient charm.

Although there are many exquisite windows, they are all closed tightly. Zhang Yuan tried to open the window and tried several windows one after another, but still shook his head helplessly.

I don’t know how to design this window. Whether it is pushing out or inward outside, it doesn’t move at all. Not only that, Zhang Yuan has no way to force it to break it.

Zhang Yuanyi carefully observed the entire attic and found that there were countless patterns on it, which seemed to be born from connecting this invisible formation.

Along these lines, Zhang Yuanyi kept walking around the attic and finally found that the center of the entire formation was concentrated at the gate.

Zhang Yuan stood in front of the attic gate and gently stroked the mysterious lines with his fingertips. The moment his fingers were just put on, the entire attic emitted a brilliant light, and the red light lit up the cave, like a towering pagoda standing on the earth, which had not calmed down for a long time.

Before Zhang Yuanyi could react, a powerful suction force absorbed him in and the door closed instantly!

In the attic, there was darkness. Zhang Yuan tried to use his skills, but found that he was weak and his spiritual power was disconnected.

He was immediately panicked and rushed to the gate, trying to open the gate, but he tried all his skills but was useless.

But what opportunities and treasures are gone without names. Zhang Yuanyi kept hitting the door, and a vague premonition arose inexplicably.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanyi's heart lake recalled a voice, and Qinglong said, "Zhang Yuanyi, what happened here? Why is my spiritual power constantly passing away?"

During Zhang Yuanyi's experience outside, Qinglong had always been unwilling to meddle in other people's business. He was still sleeping before, but suddenly he was sucked by an inexplicable force and he woke up from his sleep.

When Zhang Yuan heard the voice of Qinglong, he said, "I don't know either. I was sucked into a loft by a mysterious force, and then I lost all my spiritual power."

Qinglong checked the surrounding situation through Zhang Yuanyi's spiritual sense, and said angrily, "How did you guy come to someone else's grave?"

"Grave?" Zhang Yuan was shocked, "This... I don't know, why is this grave here!"

Generally, the graves of great monks will set up some powerful formations to trap outsiders who broke into it. Zhang Yuan is now considered a person who broke into it.

The formation here absorbs the spiritual power of outsiders and ultimately achieves the result of trapping people to death.

The spiritual power on Qinglong's body was losing faster and faster. He quickly said, "No, my spiritual power is about to be exhausted. You can take my spiritual power first and find a way to escape!"

After he finished speaking, regardless of whether Zhang Yuanyi heard it or not, he handed over all the remaining spiritual power to Zhang Yuanyi and fell into a deep sleep.

A surging spiritual power suddenly surged into Zhang Yuanyi's body. He lifted Qingmeng in his hand and slashed in the direction of the gate. His current situation was obviously more effective than unzipping the formation.

However, after Zhang Yuanyi's sword went down and the attic was violently turbulent, the door remained motionless and finally returned to peace.

After the sword was slashed out, Zhang Yuan was determined to go out, and the last trace of spiritual power was used up.

Zhang Yuanyi, who had exhausted his last trace of spiritual power, was now like an ordinary person, and he had no choice but to do anything. Even the Qingmeng in his hand suddenly became much heavier.

Zhang Yuan gasped and said, "This attic is so strong. I tried my best but didn't open the door. It seems that I can only think of other ways at the moment."

He looked around and was empty from all directions, with only a few thick mahogany pillars standing quietly in the attic.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanyi's eyes lit up and saw a wooden step that winded up along the wall and led to the top of the attic.

Zhang Yuanyi had no choice but to slowly climb the steps of the attic. In the process of going up, Zhang Yuanyi looked at the complex formation patterns on the wall, thoughtful, and finally arrived at the top of the attic.

As soon as he reached the top of the attic, Zhang Yuan saw a skeleton silhouette sitting cross-legged, holding a rotten iron sword in his arms and lowered his head.

It turned out to be a tomb, so obviously this skeleton rack is the owner of this tomb.

Zhang Yuanyi slowly approached the skeleton rack. He didn't know how many years this mummy had existed, but except for the lack of flesh and blood, his skeleton was so complete and crystal clear, and it was not as good as the skeleton that a normal decayed person should have.

Zhang Yuan squatted down and gently touched the sword. The moment his fingertips gently touched, the sword suddenly turned into ashes, followed by the skeleton rack losing its support and collapsed all over the ground.

Zhang Yuan looked at the bones scattered all over the ground with awkward expression and said shyly: "I'm really sorry, I didn't expect that your skeleton would be stronger than a sword."

He closed his hands together, closed his eyes, silently recited the mantra of rebirth, and said, "You are here to go, and you have no intention of offending me, rest in peace."

Zhang Yuanyi slowly opened it, and suddenly a bare skull was staring at him in front of him!

The eyes were empty and dark, without eyeballs, and the skeleton stylus had already stood up again.

Zhang Yuan took a deep breath and didn't dare to breathe. In this case, who can react?

At this time, the guy in front of him suddenly held his right hand, waved it in place, and rushed towards Zhang Yuanyi at a very fast speed!

Zhang Yuanyi originally thought that this skeleton was going to kill him, but as soon as he retreated, the guy in front of him walked a few steps, but suddenly turned around and began to show his fists in the air.

Zhang Yuanyi, who had never seen such a strange situation before, was also surprised by the scene in front of him. He stood far away and looked at the guy in front of him quietly, as if he was crazy, and fisted at the air.

After a mysterious waving, the skeleton suddenly turned to face Zhang Yuanyi, which scared Zhang Yuanyi so much that he quickly lifted his energy.

But the skeleton bent down at Zhang Yuan, and finally turned into a wisp of ashes like that sword and disappeared.

Zhang Yuanyi was puzzled and said, "What...is this...is this done?"

He walked to the place where the skeleton disappeared, and found a small piece of paper that was invisible on the empty ground. Zhang Yuanyi quickly picked up the paper tentatively and opened it to see what was written in it.

"A person with fate, I am the Emperor Linyuan. I started practicing at the age of five, achieved the third level of heaven at the age of one hundred and five, entered the Huiyang realm, achieved the Qianyuan realm at the age of five hundred and eleven, and achieved the formless realm at the age of two thousand and three hundred. Everyone in the world calls me the Emperor Linyuan."

When Zhang Yuanyi saw this, he was shocked. As far as he knew, the realm of formlessness is already the highest realm of a practitioner. If he can achieve the realm of formlessness at the age of 2,300, this person's strength is absolutely extraordinary.

You should know that among the practitioners he knew, Cui Ze achieved the formless realm by practicing with the Great Dream, and most of the other monks have been old antiques since ancient times.

Two thousand and three hundred years old is already a very remarkable achievement.

But as Zhang Yuan looked at it, he became more and more frightened.

"For five years after entering the Wuxianghua Void Realm, I created my own Xuanguang Sword Technique. With this sword technique, I crossed the level to kill several Wuxiang Shenhe Realm, and even had the power to fight under the Yandao Realm."

The three realms in the Nine Heavens are the real chasm, and they cannot be compared with the few realms under the Nine Heavens.

Zhang Yuanyi can now defeat the enemy across borders, but Zhang Yuanyi has no confidence in whether he can still cross borders in the Ninth Heaven.

In this way, the horror of the Xuanguang Sword Technique can be seen.

Zhang Yuanyi continued to watch.

"The Xuanguang Sword Technique is my lifelong hard work. I really don't want to be silent, so I don't give it to someone with destiny, hoping that those who have destiny who have obtained this sword Technique can carry it forward."

After reading the note, Zhang Yuan took a few deep breaths and finally came back to his senses from the previous shock.

If you follow the note, Zhang Yuanyi has lost his luck today and can get an extremely powerful swordsmanship.

While Zhang Yuanyi was excited and happy, he suddenly realized that he had nothing but learned the name of Xuanguang Sword Technique.

Zhang Yuan widened his eyes and said to himself: "Hmm? It's gone? Where did the promised sword technique? Where did you go?"

He searched around for a long time, but in the end he still gained nothing.

Zhang Yuan was furious and said, "Emperor Linyuan, what about the sword technique you promised, you should give me a hint!"

These masters and seniors just like to play with these mysteries and always make things difficult for them. If they really want to pass on their heritage, who will do this?

What Zhang Yuanyi didn’t understand was that the so-called inheritance was to focus on fate, and the other was a person’s understanding.

Fate determines whether a person has the opportunity to be inherited, while understanding determines how much inheritance a person can accept.

The Emperor Linyuan is extremely talented, so naturally it is impossible for him to pass on his Xuanguang Sword Technique to a fool. If Zhang Yuan could not think of the secret, he would not only not be able to be inherited, but also die in this attic.

Because Zhang Yuanyi destroyed the skeleton, people in the future will no longer be able to obtain this supreme sword technique.

"No, the answer must have appeared before. Don't panic and think about it carefully!" Zhang Yuanyi said to himself.

He closed his eyes and began to recall everything that had just happened, and every detail from stepping into the attic to the present was repeated in his mind.

After a long time, Zhang Yuanyi suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes shone with shimmering, and he said excitedly: "I understand!"
Chapter completed!