The space on the second floor is about the same size as the first floor, but as soon as you get up, you feel a cold wind.
Ye Qian took a closer look and saw two oil lamps placed on the left and right of the altar on the wall.
But one of them has been broken, and the other one is slowly rising a light blue flame.
Could it be that someone came and broke another oil lamp that went out?
But for Ye Qian, this is good news. One opponent is always easier to deal with than two opponents.
He made a hand seal with his hands, and a large amount of mental power gathered in his hands to form a sledgehammer, and he smashed it hard towards the oil lamp that had not yet been distracted by mental power.
"clang!"
The sledgehammer and the lamp flame intertwined, making a metallic sound of gold and iron.
Then the lamp flame wrapped around the sledgehammer, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed the sledgehammer!
And Ye Qian also felt that the trace of spiritual connection he attached to the sledgehammer disappeared.
No! The humanoid spiritual body slowly condensed in the lamp flame must be at least at the peak of the eighth level of the Peeping Dao Realm, otherwise it would not be possible for it to swallow up one's own spiritual power easily.
Ye Qian took a step back, his whole body slightly arched.
The human figure inside the light blue lamp flame became more and more clear, and finally formed the image of a Confucian scholar about eight feet tall.
As soon as the Confucian scholar landed on the ground, instead of starting a fight, he gave Ye Qian a light salute and said: "This fellow Taoist, you are so polite, why are you riding on me?"
"He Qiaoqi? General Qiaoqi?"
"It's just He Qiaoqi! There is no general!"
Different from the mental power of the previous Zhenbei King, this He Piaoqi's mental power is light blue, but the more you look at it, the more you feel like you are addicted to it.
"Whoa!"
He Qiaoqi reached out and grabbed it, condensed a paper fan with his own mental power, and fanned it in front of him a few times.
This action made Ye Qian, who was a little nervous, almost burst out the mental power he had accumulated for a long time.
The facial features on He Piaoqi's face were much clearer than those of King Zhenbei.
Seeing his sharp eyebrows, he chuckled and said: "No one has come to this Jingyang Bell for so many years. Why should you and I fight and kill each other as soon as we meet? We are all strangers."
In terms of feelings, He Piaoqi regarded himself as the unlucky one.
I'm just sorry, I don't have time to waste time here with you.
Ye Qian reached out and grabbed it, and a long roar came from outside the stone tower.
He Qiaoqi still had a smile on his face and said with a chuckle: "Well, fellow Taoist, why don't you first tell me where you are from and what kind of skills you practice? There is still a long time in this stone tower, and we have plenty of time to discuss it.
two."
"Okay...die!"
Ye Qian stretched out his hand to grab it, and the Taoist soldier's transformed sword rushed in. He aimed at the oil lamp behind He Qiaoqi, and fired two swords with Qi.
"Wow!"
Before He Qiaoqi knew what happened, he heard the sound of the oil lamp breaking.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, just obediently hand over your mental power to me to replenish it!"
"Really?"
The light blue mental power on He Piaoqi only dimmed for a moment, but it did not disappear.
"Do you think the broken oil lamp over there is a decoration? Thanks to that unlucky guy, otherwise you would really have plotted against me today."
"So what?"
Ye Qian's mind moved, and the next moment, he had already grabbed He Qiaoqi's oil lamp with one hand, and with a backhand swing of the Dao Bing Hua Sheng Dao, smashed the oil lamp again.
The talkative He Piaoqi stopped talking nonsense this time and died with a sob.
He Piaoqi, although he talked a bit too much and was annoying, he didn't like to do anything, so he brought Ye Qian plenty of mental energy.
This time it took a full stick of incense to absorb He Piaoqi's memory fragments and mental power.
This guy's cultivation level was only at the eighth level of the Peeping Dao Realm, but later he swallowed an unlucky spiritual body who was also on the second level, and by accident he possessed the spiritual power of the eighth level of the Peeping Dao Realm.
But after all, his strength is just that. This young master from a famous family knows almost nothing except picking up girls and taking pills.
Even when he was fighting with a certain master of Jingyang Zhong, he was not the main opponent, but just a helper.
The memory fragments are useless, but the mental power is full.
Ye Qian stood up and looked at the steps leading to the third floor, his body shining slightly as if bathed in a layer of sunlight.
He knew that this was a manifestation of mental distraction and mental energy.
At least Ye Qian will have nothing to fear when he goes out to fight later.
This third level...
There were still about three sticks of incense left, so Ye Qian made a conscious decision. If he encountered some powerful person above, he would run away immediately without wasting any time.
Unexpectedly, as soon as you get to the third floor, the first thing you notice are four gilt pillars that go straight up to the roof. These pillars are all carved with lifelike five-clawed golden dragons. Each golden dragon is also wrapped with iron as thick as a child's arm.
chain.
Ye Qian looked down and saw that the floor on the third floor was not the slate tiles below, but actually a huge cast iron coffin!
Unknown! Unknown!
These golden dragon pillars, you can tell at a glance that they are powerful restrictions.
Subconsciously, I told myself that I must leave this weird third level.
But just as Ye Qian took half a step, a shocking coercion suddenly rushed out from the cast iron coffin, shocking Ye Qian so hard that he could not move on the spot.
The Dao Bing Hua Sheng Dao let out a long roar, as if it had encountered some formidable enemy. Without Ye Qian's control, it automatically sent out four sword energies to protect Ye Qian's spiritual clone.
It's just that the pressure inside the cast iron coffin is really powerful. Even though Ye Qian used all his mental strength to fight against it, he can feel that if the person inside the cast iron coffin insists on keeping him here, he may not be able to do it.
arrive.
Thinking of this, Ye Qian made a wise choice. He stood directly on the spot, with his hands behind his hands, and said respectfully: "Why do seniors need to embarrass juniors?"
After a pause, a strong voice sounded in Ye Qian's head, "Hahaha, I'm not making things difficult, I'm checking your level of cultivation. It's a pity that you can only get a glimpse of the eighth level of the Dao realm. If you can have
A glimpse of the strength in the late ninth level of the Tao realm can actually help me get out of trouble."
Ye Qian curled his lips inwardly, did he have water in his head? If he helped such an unknown person get out of trouble, if he ended up harming himself and taking away the Jingyang Bell, wouldn't it become a story about the farmer and the snake?
.
This consciousness seemed to have guessed what Ye Qian was thinking, and it continued to buzz in Ye Qian's head.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you casually. We, cultivators of the righteous Taoist realm, are most afraid of committing murder at will, which will be detrimental to the future catastrophe."
"this……"
Although Ye Qian had some estimate of the inner world of this Jingyang Bell, especially after experiencing the remaining mental clones of those masters in the Dao Realm, he was shocked and took a shot in the heart, but he never expected that,
Here you can actually meet a powerful person who is in the realm of Taoism.
Ye Qian laughed dryly and said: "I don't know what the senior's name is, but I hope this junior is prepared."
"I am the seventh generation head of the Tianfang Sect, and so is Xie Lingyang!"
Tianfang Sect! Sect Master!
This sect was a famous overlord in the former Nanzhou. Most of its sects practiced the fragments of ancient martial arts. Although the inheritance was small, each of their disciples had strong cultivation.
Later, the seventh-generation sect master disappeared mysteriously, and the high-level skills in the sect were lost, so it gradually declined. This was the rise of the Huangji sect of Wu Jizi later.
The leader of such a long-standing sect is actually imprisoned in this Jingyang Bell.
Such a scene made Ye Qian a little unbelievable.
"Boy, why are you so dazed? I said I am Xie Lingyang, am I still lying?"
Ye Qian rolled his eyes and said: "Senior, how can I dare to doubt it casually? It's just that you can provide some proof. For example, I heard that the 'Ten-Day Purple Flame Curse' practiced by Xie Lingyang was practiced in ancient times by the Eight Classics of Zheng'er.
Those who have witnessed the creation of Ten Days Tongsheng are more than dozens of times more powerful than the fire spells circulating in the world today. It is not as good as you, senior, reciting a verse of this spell silently, I..."
"Humph, are today's juniors so cunning? It would be too childish for you to try to get the fragments of this ancient Kung Fu from me!"
Ye Qian's old face turned red, but he quickly returned to normal.
"Senior is trapped here, unable to display his great ambitions. Now outside Nanzhou, the world is already dominated by Huangji Sect. If senior is willing to give me all his money, I promise to help senior to restore Tianfang Sect!"
Hehe, Ye Qian guessed in his heart that this old monster still has certain feelings for his sect.
Especially this Xie Lingyang, since he was the sect leader and the sect declined in his hands, doesn't he feel a little bit guilty?
"Hey, this kid is really good at making things up." Xie Lingyang's voice rose a little higher, causing Ye Qian's mouth and nose to bleed, "That day, I didn't want to be the leader of Fang Sect. I already had no intention of pursuing the road to immortality.
It’s easy, so why bother adding a shackle to yourself? Without the shackles, I just don’t have to carry a heavy weight to move forward, wouldn’t it be beautiful!”
A few black lines were almost appearing on Ye Qian's head. This Xie Lingyang didn't think like an old monster who had been trapped here for hundreds of years. Instead, he was extremely agile.
Especially the last few sentences, they are almost like the fearless attitude of a cultivator from the ancient times who looked down upon the world and the earth regardless of everything.
Xie Lingyang then said: "Boy, if you really want my skills or treasures, then exchange them for something of equal value!"
"What?"
"Get me out!"
Ye Qian snorted and said: "Senior, you just said it yourself. My cultivation level is not enough. You might as well give me the skills and treasures first to help me cultivate to the ninth level of the Peeping Dao Realm and even break through to the Dao Dao Realm.
Wouldn't it be easy to save senior when the time comes?"
Xie Lingyang spat, "Of course you can't break through this restriction directly, but you can save me in a curve."