When several people were questioning people one by one about people who were related to the evil god, Ye Xiaochuan was ignored by everyone.
No one thought that the person who solved this mystery was actually the person they didn't pay attention to at the moment.
Ye Xiaochuan was really confused. There was a ball of linen in his mind, and he found the thread of the linen.
He took out a sword hilt from his arms, and with a thought, a dark green light suddenly flashed above the sword hilt, and the edgeless sword covered with ancient ghostly inscriptions appeared in front of him.
He said: "You may have fallen into a misunderstanding. I think Senior Sister Yun and I are the real owners of the Horn of the Dead."
When everyone heard this, they all turned to look at him.
Qingying said: "What do you mean?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "At first I couldn't understand why three people could blow the horn. Yao Guang's words just now woke me up."
Yao Guang asked curiously: "What did I say? Did I say something?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "You said that this undead horn is not the one inherited by Nuwa, but the horn of your water tribe." Yao Guang said: "Yes, 160,000 years ago, my mermaid tribe still lived in the South China Sea.
At that time, there once appeared a strange woman named Liudi. She was the confidante of the Wood God. She used to use the horn and battle flag of the mermaid tribe to rule the four sea tribes and rush to help.
Over 20,000 years ago, the evil god used coercion and inducement to snatch away the horn that our mermaid clan has inherited from generation to generation, and transformed it into a horn for summoning the undead of the seven organizations, which is the horn that Yun Xianzi holds now."
Ye Xiaochuan nodded and said: "This horn originally belonged to your mermaid tribe, so you can blow it because you are a descendant of Liu Di."
Yao Guang still didn't understand, and said, "You and Fairy Yun are not descendants of Liu Di's ancestors, so why can you blow the sound?"
Ye Xiaochuan stretched out the Wufeng sword and said: "The secret may lie in the Wufeng and Zhanchen swords."
Everyone was puzzled, but Yun Qiyou's eyes lit up.
She also drew out the Zhanchen Sword and said: "The verses in Gui Yunwen?"
Ye Xiaochuan nodded.
Qingying's expression changed slightly, as if he had thought of something.
Others scratched their heads anxiously, not understanding what these two people were talking about. Ye Xiaochuan explained: "When Senior Sister Yun and I learned that we were the last incarnations of the curse of seven generations of lovers, we wanted to resolve the curse, but we didn't.
The clue is that fifteen years ago at Duantian Cliff, an expert once pointed out to us that the ancient patterns on the swords of Zhan Chen and Wu Feng were not totem patterns, but an ancient writing called Ghost Cloud Wen.
, is the sacrificial text of the ancient shaman tribe in southern Xinjiang. It has been lost in southern Xinjiang for countless years. Perhaps only those who migrated from southern Xinjiang to the black forest still have it.
The high priest of the elven tribe who has been reproducing and passing on can also decipher this ancient writing in southern Xinjiang." "More than four years ago, after the end of the Wilderness War, Senior Sister Yun and I went to the Black Forest in northern Xinjiang and found a life.
The elves on the ancient sacred tree, with the help of the high priest of the elves, unlocked the ghostly words on the swords of Wu Feng and Zhan Chen.
What these ghostly writings record is not about seven generations of grudges, but about a catastrophic battle." He paused and said word by word: "If I remember correctly, the high priest of the elves said at the time that Zhan Chen was covered in blood.
The meaning of the inscription is: The command flag appears, the jade tablet wakes up, the horn sounds and the ghosts and gods are frightened. Three thousand people, with traces, the king's flag points to shake the world. The inscription on the Wufeng Divine Sword means: Naihe Bridge, Meng Po Tang,
The ghosts of the underworld return to their hometown. The wheel of reincarnation turns to yin and yang, and the nine stars in a row cut off the soul. In the verse of the inscription of the two swords, the horn of the dead is mentioned. I guess that only the owner of the two swords
Only people can blow this horn."
Qingying said: "Master Ye, I am not attacking you. My ancestors thousands of years ago not only refined Zhanchen and Wufeng, but also refined the twin swords Qingming and Binghun. As far as I know
, these two swords are also covered with ghosts and clouds." Ye Xiaochuan took out the Qingming Sword and said: "The Qingming Sword is on my body, and the Ice Soul Sword is on Miss Fengyi's body. It seems that there is time.
I still have to go to Northern Xinjiang and let the high priest of the elves interpret the meaning of the twin swords of Ice Soul and Qingming. I always have
I have a feeling that these four swords contain a huge secret." Wanyan said without tears: "The purple elves in northern Xinjiang migrated from southern Xinjiang, and the black elves in southern Xinjiang are no shorter than the purple elves. Since
The high priest of the purple elf understands Gui Yun Wen. There is no reason why the high priest of the black elf in southern Xinjiang cannot understand it. Lao Wang
, you will send a message to Fengyi later and ask her to come to southern Xinjiang with the Ice Soul Divine Sword."
Just as Wang Zaishan was about to nod, he suddenly stretched out a hand and said, "Master Ye, let me see your Qingming Sword."
When everyone looked around, it turned out to be Miss Axiang.
Ye Xiaochuan slapped his head and cursed himself for being so stupid.
Axiang is a bloodline inheritor. This kind of inheritor has always been the great wizard of Muyun Village. Guiyunwen is the sacrificial script of the black witch tribe that disappeared in southern Xinjiang. Axiang might actually be able to recognize this kind of script.
He handed the Qingming Sword to Axiang, and Axiang looked at it carefully. Because she was covered with a mask, no one could see clearly the change in her expression at the moment, but her eyes flickered from time to time, and it seemed that she really saw it.
I understand what I said above.
Ye Xiaochuan asked expectantly: "How about Miss Axiang, can you decipher it?" Axiang did not raise his head, and kept staring at Qingming Sword, saying: "These words are indeed the long-lost ghost cloud inscriptions in southern Xinjiang.
, this kind of writing is not the mainstream writing in southern Xinjiang, it is just a rare sacrificial inscription. I can only decipher a few words.
That’s it, I can’t decipher the entire chapter. It seems that if you want to decipher the text above, you’ll have to ask the elves for help.”
The fire of hope that everyone had just ignited was instantly shattered. Wang Zaishan said: "In that case, I will send a message to Fengyi at night. Mount Xumi is not too far from here. Fengyi should be able to arrive within two days. Horn of the Dead."
The stakes are high, we must figure out who can really summon the guardian clan
that person."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Wanyan Wutear suddenly said: "I am not pouring cold water on you. Now the horn of the dead has appeared, and three people can blow it. This is a good thing, but... I want to complete the summoning ceremony and awaken the three people on the road to hell.
Thousands of warriors from the sky must be gathered together
There are seven jade tablets, and now there are only four tokens... Oh, no, including the old woman at the back of Cangyun Mountain, there are five jade tablets, and the whereabouts of two more jade tablets are still unknown. What we should do now is
We have to find the other two." Wang Zaishan said: "This is a very serious problem. The horn of the dead has been blown so many times, but there are no clues about the other two jade tablets. If these two jade tablets are
If the bloodline is awakened, it should have appeared four years ago. If the bloodline is not awakened, it would be in trouble. More than 20,000 years have passed, and it may have been lost."