280: The magic weapon seeks its master, and the sword demon is resurrected
"The devil knows."
Zuo Chongming didn't take it seriously and said casually: "Maybe it's a coincidence, or maybe it shook the space and tore out the cracks..."
"According to my guess, at least King Chu Jiang of the Second Palace is still alive, because she is the only master of the ten palace masters who is proficient in formations, so this formation should be set up by her."
Bai Yusen felt his teeth were sore: "...can they live for so long?"
Bian Yunqing pouted: "What's the matter? Xu Yunshan, a remnant of the previous dynasty, has been living since the previous dynasty was still alive, even though he has become a general."
"If you were just alive, there would be so many treasures, treasures, treasures and secrets in the world that you could do it, so you wouldn't have to make such a fuss."
There are many ways to live, but each has its own disadvantages. Xu Yunshan, Wheel King, and Old Man Tianji are all obvious examples.
Don't even think about playing like this until you are at the end of your rope, otherwise you will be overwhelmed and unable to recover.
Breath adjustment for half an hour.
Zuo Chongming let out a breath and was about to stand up when he suddenly felt his shoulders sink.
As the faint fragrance came, Bian Yunqing's voice sounded in his ears: "Don't move, I haven't combed it yet."
Although the battle just now was short, it was also extremely fierce. It was inevitable that the clothes would be in tatters and the hair on the temples would be disheveled.
While Zuo Chongming was adjusting his breath, Bian Yunqing took care of it for him.
The reason she gave herself was to do what she could to help Zuo Zhongming do his best to rescue Bai Wanling.
Let’s not say whether it’s true or not, but that’s how she hypnotized herself.
"Master Hou, let's go in quickly."
When Bai Yusen saw him opening his eyes, he quickly said: "If it were later, my sister might..."
"Can't die."
Zuo Chongming took out new clothes and put them on: "They captured your sister and brought us here. They must be trying to achieve some purpose."
"Before we showed up, Bai Wanling's life was probably not in danger, so you can rest assured."
The so-called care is chaos.
Bai Yusen is not an idiot. If Bai Wanling was not the one who was arrested, he would not be so rude.
Bian Yunqing touched his arm and said via voice transmission: "Are you distracted? Why didn't you respond when I called you just now?"
"nothing."
Zuo Chongming shook his head, not wanting to say more.
In fact, he just thought of himself from Bai Yusen.
People will always change, but they just don’t feel it.
Zuo Chongming used to be an ordinary person, but ever since he came to the world of "Homeward Bound", he has been feeling a strong sense of crisis.
He was very cautious, walking on thin ice, never daring to let down his vigilance, let alone slack off in the slightest.
Every step forward must be carefully considered. When dealing with those old foxes, one must be extremely cautious.
Unconsciously, Zuo Chongming was completely different from before.
But it wasn't until just now that he saw his own changes in Bai Yusen.
This made him feel a little emotional, so he became slightly absent-minded.
…
After a few breaths, the three of them arrived in front of the temple.
There was only a muffled sound, and bright yellow flames burst out from the stone lanterns on both sides of the palace door.
As the dim yellow light shines out, a faint fragrance fills the air, which makes people feel refreshed.
This small scene naturally couldn't scare the three of them.
Bian Yunqing turned a blind eye and raised his hand to push the door open.
"Eat it."
Zuo Chongming suddenly stopped her, took out a bottle of pills with his backhand, and gave one pill to the two of them.
Bian Yunqing smelled the spicy smell and couldn't help but frowned: "What is it?"
"Yellow grass clearing pill."
Zuo Chongming raised his chin towards the stone lamp: "This fragrance is poisonous, it should be the soul-destroying incense."
He only has one life, how could he not cherish it?
Zuo Chongming has a total of eight spiritual rings on his body, and each spiritual ring contains different things. There is a special spiritual ring that contains various elixirs.
Now it seems that he was undoubtedly prescient.
"poisonous?"
The two of them felt horrified and quickly swallowed the pill.
Although I don’t know what kind of poison this is, you can tell from the name that it’s not simple.
But what they were more curious about was how did Zuo Chongming know it as soon as he heard it?
What's even more outrageous is that this guy also carries the antidote with him.
Click, bang!!
The door to the underground palace suddenly opened wide, and a biting wind blew in.
Even though the warrior's physique was different from ordinary people, he still felt a heartfelt chill and couldn't help but shudder.
The first thing that catches the eye is a lifelike statue of a man with a sword, which is about ten feet tall and carved from white jade.
Perhaps because no one has taken care of it for too long, the surface of the statue is mottled and pitted, and is even covered with a layer of dust, giving it an eerie feeling.
"Wang Tie?"
Bian Yunqing looked at the small sign next to him and read out softly: "A generation of strange people from Jiange, although their cultivation is not high, they are good at forging swords and making weapons."
"In his lifetime, this man created a total of thirty-seven famous swords, twenty-three of which are listed in history, and seven of which became magic weapons."
At the end of the reading, her voice obviously changed a bit.
This is too abnormal. Generally, a person who can make three famous weapons in his lifetime can be called a master craftsman. But this Wang Tie actually made thirty-seven?
Zuo Chongming looked at it for a few times, and then directly put the statue into the spiritual ring under the confused gazes of Bai Yusen and others.
Not to mention that, he even kept the base and the jade plaque recording his life.
"you……"
The corners of Bian Yunqing's mouth twitched crazily and she looked at him speechlessly.
"Mutton-fat white jade, withstands thousands of years of fire."
Zuo Chongming said matter-of-factly: "Take it back and carve it into jade pendants. You can make at least several thousand of them. If you sell them, you can turn them into tens of thousands of primeval stones."
After hearing this, the two of them were greatly shocked.
In fact, they still have little knowledge. If there are players here, they may have to dismantle the hall and take them away.
There were only statues in this hall, and now that Zuo Chongming had taken them away, it suddenly seemed empty.
The three of them didn't stay any longer, just pushed away and walked out.
"What a sharp sword intent."
Bai Yusen suddenly stopped, looked at the scene in front of him in horror, and said with numbness: "This battle is too fierce..."
I saw that the palaces and pavilions behind the palace had been razed to the ground, with deep sword marks crisscrossing them, almost plowing the back.
Even though endless years have passed, one can still feel the bone-chilling sword intent from these sword marks.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Right in front of the three people, at the end of the ruined wall, a figure can be vaguely seen hanging in the air.
Upon closer inspection, it is not difficult to see that this man's hands, feet, shoulder blades and other places are all pierced by iron chains, and he is holding a half-foot broken sword in his hand.
Although I can't detect any vitality in this person.
But the intense murderous intent that penetrated the bones still sent chills all over the bodies of Bai Yusen and the two of them, causing heartfelt palpitations deep in their souls.
The other end of the chain was tightly held in the hands of three figures standing on the ruins.
Bai Yusen's sister, Bai Wanling, was lying next to one of the slender figures.
The visual impact brought by this scene is really shocking.
After half a quarter of an hour, Bai Yusen came back to his senses and stammered: "This, this is..."
Zuo Chongming spoke out: "King Qin Guang in the first palace, King Chu Jiang in the second palace, and Emperor Song in the third palace. The one who is bound should be the sword demon Dugu Hong."
Who would have thought that the truth about the disappearance of Duguhong and Hades would be so...
Click~!
Just listen to the sound of gravel falling.
Bai Wanling, who had fallen to the ground, stood up like a puppet on strings, looked towards this side with her dull eyes, and uttered a hoarse voice: "You will be born with good eyesight."
Bai Yusen's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously drew his sword and stepped forward, gritting his teeth and said: "Damn it, let go of my sister..."
Bai Wanling ignored him and opened her mouth to make a hoarse voice: "Being able to pass the Zhuxian remnant formation is really extraordinary. So... it's okay... huh?"
There was a sudden pause in her words, and she suddenly opened her eyes wide, staring at Zuo Chongming in disbelief: "You, you don't even have a spiritual vein?"
At the end of the sentence, the voice was obviously a little out of tune, as if he had witnessed some incredible fact.
Although these words came from Bai Wanling's mouth, both Zuo Chongming and Bian Yunqing realized that the speakers were not the same person.
To be precise, it should be three people.
If Bai Wanling is added, then there are... four souls in this body at this time.
"..."
Bian Yunqing's eyes twitched, and he subconsciously looked at Zuo Chongming, complaining secretly in his heart: "It seems that I am not the only one who thinks he is abnormal."
Ugh~!
Gu Hong suddenly unsheathed his sword and heard the clanging sound of his sword.
Then it turned into a dazzling rainbow light and instantly escaped to the front.
"Guhong?"
Bai Wanling's body suddenly trembled, and her voice became sharp and even trembling.
From her reaction, it is easy to see that the guys hidden in Bai Wanling's body were deeply impressed by this sword.
"He is dead!"
"That's right, so what if the magic weapon comes back? The person has died."
"Poor boy, your sword betrayed you."
When they saw Gu Hongjian rushing in front of Dugu Hong, whining around him, but the other party didn't react at all, they breathed a sigh of relief.
Nervousness was replaced by joy, and they couldn't help but mock Zuo Chongming.
Wow~!
The chain suddenly shook, and the sound was slight but extremely harsh.
The harsh taunts stopped abruptly, and you could hear a needle drop in the vast underground palace.
Bai Wanling was as stiff as a puppet. She turned her head mechanically and stared blankly at Duguhong, who was hanging in the air like a mummy.
The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became extremely solemn.
Especially Bian Yunqing, their heartbeats slowed down by half a beat, and they held their breath subconsciously, as if they were afraid of disturbing something.
"Maybe it was the sword that touched me."
"should be."
"He has been dead for so long, how could he..."
"Wow~!"
The underground palace fell into dead silence again.
This time, everyone saw it clearly.
The Guhong Sword did not touch the corpse, nor did it touch the iron chain... Yes, it was Dugu Hong's finger that trembled slightly.
"Left, left..."
Bian Yunqing swallowed hard, feeling that his limbs were extremely weak, and subconsciously leaned towards Zuo Zhongming.
Bang!!
The broken sword in the mummy's hand fell to the ground without any warning, making a crisp sound.
Several people watched helplessly as the mummy hanging in mid-air slowly raised its hand and grasped the Guhong Sword.
Then, the mummy twisted its stiff neck and raised its head, revealing two bright red spots covered with crazy and violent blood.