Hearing this, Ye Shaohan's figure suddenly trembled, and the Yupei he saw in the ancestral pavilion could not help but appear in front of his eyes. The words engraved on the Yupei were the word "broken"!
"Presumably the Yupei in his ancestral pavilion and the Yupei in front of him must have been in the hands of the fourth generation!"
Huo Qilin looked at the Yupei in his hand. No matter how terrifying the Suzaku flames coming out of the palm of his hand were, they could not destroy the Yupei. From this, we can see the weirdness of this Yupei. He handed the Yupei to Ye Shaohan and Huo Qilin continued.
Said: "It was because I felt the aura of the Fourth Generation in the Ancestral Pavilion and the Ancient City Sword Tomb that I asked you to enter the Ancient City Sword Tomb to check. It seems that this sword tomb not only contains the swords of the Fourth Generation, but also
Buried for four generations!”
"Then what happened to that figure I saw last time! And how was this sword tomb formed and the bloody flames!" After digesting the news that the ancestor of the Ye family was the fourth generation moon god, Ye Shaohan continued to ask.
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"That is a trace of regret that belongs to the fourth generation. An ordinary Lingzong realm warrior has a life span of more than five hundred years, but a master like the fourth generation can survive for tens of thousands of years, but now there is only a trace of regret! Alas!"
Having said this, Huo Qilin sighed sadly. Since ancient times, beauties age easily, and in the end they are just a bunch of pink skeletons. However, heroes will never grow old. With a sigh, Huo Qilin continued: "And the real reason for the formation of this sword tomb is me.
I don’t know, but the formation of this blood flame is even more weird. It is formed by the fire spiritual energy between heaven and earth absorbing the death energy. It is this that leads to the weirdness of the blood flame!"
"Where is the ancestral pavilion? I remember Xiao Luoxue said that there is such a sword in the sword tower of Yuhuang Academy in the imperial capital. What are these swords?" After hearing this, Ye Shaohan still did not give up and asked.
"Is there such a kind of Yupei in the sword tower of Yuhuang Academy in the imperial capital?" Huo Qilin said with a slightly trembling voice.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan nodded slightly and explained: "The so-called imperial capital is the capital within the empire, and the sword tower in the Yuhuang Academy has such a symbol. This sword tower was originally the place guarded by the royal family.
According to the ancestral instructions left by our ancestors, the Ye family settled in Niefeng City to guard the sword tomb and ancestral pavilion, while the royal family guarded the sword tower!"
"What is the intention of this boy, Fourth Generation?" Huo Qilin murmured softly. Seeing the confusion in the corner of Ye Shaohan's eyes, he explained: "The desire pendant in my hand is called the Moon God Pei. As the name suggests, it is something worn by the Moon God.
The Sword God Sect has only produced four moon gods for tens of thousands of years. Therefore, its moon god pendant is divided into four pieces. The moon god pendant in the ancestral pavilion is the pendant of the fourth generation, and the one in your hand is
Mei Peiyu belongs to the second generation!"
"According to your words, there are four such pendants, and the one in the sword tower of Yuhuang Academy in the Imperial Capital is also the Moon God Pei!" Hearing this, Ye Shaohan showed a trace of contemplation in his eyes, and then he suddenly raised his head and said in a deep voice.
Said: "The sword tomb is worth wearing, the ancestral pavilion is wanting to wear, and the sword tower is worth wearing. It seems that the fundamental reason why the Ye family and the royal family protect the sword tomb and the sword tower is this guardian moon god pendant!"
"Yes! It's just as you said!" Hearing this, Huo Qilin said in a deep voice: "And the fourth one must be inside the Sword God Gate!"
"Could it be that the Ye family has existed to protect the two Yupei for thousands of years, and the reason why those men in black attacked the Ye family was also because of the Yupei?" Thinking of this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but shake his head and said softly.
"The reason why the fourth generation boy asked his tribe to protect Yupei is probably to prevent those men in black from snatching Yupei! It seems that there are many secrets behind these Yupei!" Huo Qilin said solemnly.
Regarding the secrets hidden by the four Moon God Pendants, the two fell into silence for a while. After a few moments, Fire Qilin spoke up again: "Now the only way to solve this mystery is to enter the ancestral pavilion!"
"Enter the ancestral pavilion!" Hearing this, Ye Shaohan suddenly raised his head, took a few deep breaths, and said softly: "This is probably why you asked me to go to the ancestral pavilion after my cultivation level has improved!"
"Yes!" The fire unicorn turned into a red light and disappeared into the air again, while bursts of red light appeared on the surface of the unicorn ring.
With his eyes slightly focused, Ye Shaohan pushed open the door of his attic, walked out of the third floor of the library, stood at the top of the attic and looked at the place where the ancestral pavilion was.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan unexpectedly found that the Yupei in his hand was constantly vibrating, making a gentle sound like the sword's yin.
"Is it because of you that the thousand-year-old family has fallen? I have to understand it today!" Ye Shaohan said slightly indifferently, staring at Yupei.
If the things that the Ye family protects are these two pendants, those people will definitely not give up so easily. In other words, the current safety of the Ye family is only short-lived. Thinking of the terrifying power of the man in black, Ye Shaohan felt a sense of pain.
He felt a sense of crisis that he had never experienced before. These desires could attract the attention of the man in black, which obviously had the value of existence! Thinking of this, Ye Shaohan became more and more determined to explore the secrets of these desires.
Taking a step forward in vain, Ye Shaohan walked towards the ancestral pavilion in the air. Under countless respectful eyes, Ye Shaohan's figure also appeared in front of the magnificent ancestral pavilion.
No matter how many times the Ye family has suffered the baptism of war, this ancestral pavilion has remained the same without any damage.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Ye Shaohan fell into deep thought as he looked at the large Chinese characters outlined on the yellow plaque.
An invisible sword intent emerged from the words, and Ye Shaohan couldn't help but see a figure writing on the plaque.
"Eh!" A soft voice suddenly sounded behind Ye Shaohan. Before Ye Shaohan turned around, a figure appeared next to him. It was the old man protecting the pavilion.
The old man protecting the pavilion bowed to Ye Shaohan and said respectfully: "Master!"
After this inheritance ceremony, Ye Shaohan has become the new generation head of the Ye family, and the youngest head in the history of the Ye family. He is only sixteen years old, but no one dares to underestimate him.
"Yeah!" Ye Shaohan said with a slight smile: "Senior, I wonder if I can open the ancestral pavilion!"
Hearing this, the old man protecting the pavilion couldn't help but trembled, and said in surprise: "Is the head of the family going to enter the ancestral pavilion?"
A year ago, he was the one who personally brought Ye Shaohan into the ancestral pavilion, so the old man protecting the pavilion was surprised. In response, Ye Shaohan chuckled and said: "Why, the elder protecting the pavilion is worried that I can't stand those bloody illusions when I enter the ancestral pavilion."
No? Don’t worry, I was able to escape from the ancestral pavilion a year ago, and I can still do it a year later. Senior, just open the door of the ancestral pavilion!"
Hearing this, a trace of surprise and bitterness appeared on the face of the old man protecting the pavilion. It turned out that this guy had entered the depths of the ancestral pavilion last time, which made them think that Ye Shaohan was just hiding at the exit of the ancestral pavilion and did not dare to step in. However, they thought of Ye Shaohan.
After everything he had done in the past year, the old man protecting the pavilion couldn't help but feel ridiculous about his original idea.
In response, the old man protecting the pavilion nodded and said: "Master, please follow me!"
Taking a few steps forward, the old man slowly took out a pair of dry palms from his sleeves, and then slowly formed the handprints with one finger and one at a time. As the handprints were formed, Ye Shaohan could clearly feel an extremely strong feeling.
Powerful invisible waves surged out from the palm of his hand like waves and immediately sank into the attic.
The ancestral pavilion, which was originally as lonely as a tomb, suddenly shook, and a sword-like sound like dragon's yin resounded from the ancestral pavilion.
An invisible space ripple spread out in all directions, and a dark door emerged. Ye Shaohan nodded slightly to the old man protecting the pavilion, and immediately walked towards the dark door.
He walked toward the attic at a fast pace. The moment he stepped forward, Ye Shaohan's figure was obviously shaken, and an astonishing sword intent came and then dissipated.
The dark door drowned Ye Shaohan's figure, and the entire ancestral pavilion was slightly dim. A soft light spread out from the surrounding walls, illuminating the spacious pavilion into a deep and quiet place...
The walls are carved with lifelike blue dragons, and a faint fragrance floats in the air throughout the ancestral pavilion.
Ye Shaohan looked around briefly and then walked forward. Directly in front of the passage was a light curtain, and behind the light curtain was the staircase leading to the top of the attic.
He vaguely remembered that he stepped onto the top of the attic from here last time. The wind energy emerged from Ye Shaohan's fingertips. Ye Shaohan raised his right hand slightly, looking at the light curtain with a solemn face. At the same time, he pointed it as a sword and pointed towards it.
Pointing a few fingers forward, the wind energy poured into the light curtain like water.
In an instant, the light curtain emitted a dazzling light, and under the illumination of this light, the entire attic was swept away from its previous darkness.
In an instant, the sound of swords in the entire ancestral pavilion was loud. The figure of the old man standing outside the ancestral pavilion suddenly took a few steps back, and many sharp sword auras emerged around the ancestral pavilion.
He stopped, and after a slight hesitation, Ye Shaohan resolutely stepped onto the stairs behind the light curtain and walked up, step by step. As he continued to move forward, the stairs behind him slowly disappeared.
However, when Ye Shaohan looked back, the stairs behind him disappeared strangely, just like last time.
An extremely dazzling white light bloomed in front of Ye Shaohan's eyes. Ye Shaohan was shocked to find that behind the white light, his eyes were completely dark.
His body was shaken. At this moment, Ye Shaohan actually smelled an extremely strong smell of blood. The cold wind roared in his ears, and the screams seemed so harsh amidst the whistling wind...
He suddenly opened his eyes, and a picture of hell on earth appeared before his eyes.
In a mountain village, a group of extinct beasts are carrying out inhumane massacres. Life is no longer life in their eyes. No matter whether they are old, young, women, or children, as long as they are animals that can walk on the land, they all become unjust ghosts under the butcher's knife without exception.
The blood flowed like a river, dyeing the yellowed land red, and the pitiful screams further stimulated the ferocity in the butcher's heart. Women would only become the most brutal target of humiliation at this time.
The scorching sun hanging high in the sky looked so pale at this moment. The sunlight tore through the clouds and fell weakly on the corpses on the ground.
There is no human surname here at all. Those men who are obsessed with killing machines are attacking the women with extreme abandon. Amidst the screams around them, the moans of those women seem so painful.