"This medal contains the first three of the seven moves of the God of Death?"
In the small courtyard of Sword Demon Peak, Zuo Yiyi took the Warrior Medal and looked through it carefully. Apart from feeling that the material was very special, there was nothing surprising about it.
The medal was passed around among Xiong Jingjingqi, Bingniu, Meng Bailiju, Lu Xi, Jiang Lang and others. No one saw anything strange about it, and they couldn't even feel the traces engraved in it.
In the end, the medal was returned to Jiang Han, and he said: "Lancheng should have used some secret method on his own initiative. The medal can only be understood by us and cannot be sensed by outsiders."
With the medal in Jiang Han's hands, he felt a vague spiritual connection, as if it was a weapon that he had refined.
Jiang Lang nodded and said: "It is impossible for the city lord to let outsiders understand it, so don't even think about it."
Jiang Lang glanced at Jiang Han. The two entered the room. Jiang Lang asked, "Did you ask? What's going on!"
Jiang Lang knew about the goddess picture. Jiang Han's face darkened and he said, "Lan Lin said it was carved by a mysterious person. When he came out, the mysterious person had disappeared. He just saw a shadow, neither male nor female.
See clearly."
Jiang Lang frowned, his eyes flashed, and after a moment he shook his head and said: "That's not right, there are Dao marks on every sword of the goddess picture. It was carved outside Tianluan City. It is impossible for Lan Lin to have such obvious Dao meaning."
I can’t feel it. How could it be possible that Lan Lin came out after the carving was completed?”
Jiang Han explained: "Lan Lin said that he was in retreat at the time, and he was only disturbed after the sculpture of the goddess was completed."
"That's not right either!"
Jiang Lang shook his head suspiciously and said: "With so many great commanders in Tianluan City, and so many peak masters in the nearby peaks, those in the Heavenly Realm are very sensitive to Dao Mark fluctuations, and it is impossible for anyone not to be alarmed."
Jiang Han's face showed surprise and he asked: "What do you mean...Lan Lin lied?"
"It's possible!"
Jiang Lang analyzed: "Another possibility is that the mysterious person used great supernatural powers when carving the goddess picture to cover up the sword's intention. After the goddess picture was completed, she allowed the sword to pass accidentally."
"never mind!"
Jiang Han waved his hand helplessly and said, "Even if Lan Lin lies, what can I do?"
"After Lan Lin finished chatting with me, she never looked at me again. After a few drinks, she left. If she knew my mother, how could she not look for me later?"
"well!"
Jiang Lang felt the bitterness in Jiang Han's heart, and finally found a clue. He worked hard to complete the merit list. He had been looking forward to it for several months, but got an ending like this. It was strange that he was in a good mood.
"Don't be discouraged!"
Jiang Lang patted Jiang Han on the shoulder and said: "In my opinion, the probability of your parents being alive is 90%, and you will get together one day."
"I hope so!"
Jiang Han pursed his lips, but Jiang Lang didn't talk nonsense and turned back to his room to retreat.
Jiang Han had no intention of practicing and fell into a deep sleep.
In the next few days, Jiang Han was not in high spirits and felt as if he had lost his goal.
He didn't go to the merit list anymore, and he didn't bother to practice. He just sat in the room, walked down the mountain for a while, and stood in front of the picture of the goddess, lost in thought.
He did the merit list just to find out about the goddess figure. The reduction of sentence and mysterious materials were secondary.
Now that everything has lost its meaning, how can he bother to compete in the merit list?
Sitting cross-legged under the picture of the goddess, he held the warrior medal in his hand. A warrior passed by, and his eyes lit up when he saw the warrior medal in Jiang Han's hand.
This is just outside Tianluan City. Although countless people want to get the Warrior Medal, no one dares to mess around.
Stealing the medal of bravery in public? Not even the fairyland would have the courage.
The sword on the Goddess's picture is full of force. Jiang Han was ten feet away from the Goddess' picture, and he could feel the murderous intent on it.
He came to the Goddess Picture not to understand the Dao marks in it, but simply because he was suffering from loneliness, so he came to look at her mother's portrait to comfort his heart.
After looking at it for a while, he looked down at the Warrior Medal in his hand. He pondered for a moment, and the mysterious power of circulation enveloped the Warrior Medal.
"Buzz~"
The Warrior Medal lit up with a faint golden light, and an indescribable rhyme came from the medal.
Jiang Han felt like the Goddess Tuhe was in the ruins of the battlefield between gods and demons. He could clearly feel the traces inside the medal.
It's a pity that this mark is like the breeze blowing. It can be felt but cannot be seen or touched. It is extremely mysterious.
Jiang Han closed his eyes and contemplated for half an hour, but found nothing.
Not everyone can understand the Dao Mark thing.
Just like the Dao marks on the Goddess Picture, hundreds of thousands of people have probably come here to meditate in the past seven or eight years, but it is said that only a few people can understand things in it.
Jiang Han put away the medal, looked up at the picture of the woman again, and prepared to get up and go back.
"Huh?"
When Jiang Han looked at the picture of the goddess, he suddenly felt a panic in his heart. It felt like someone had knocked him on the head in the middle of the night.
His eyes suddenly opened wide and he stared at the picture of the goddess.
Looking at the marks made by the long sword on it, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen the marks on the goddess's picture somewhere.
"Pa~"
Jiang Han slapped his head and quickly came to his senses. Some of the Dao marks on the goddess's picture seemed to be very similar to the Dao marks he perceived in the Warrior Medal.
"What's going on?"
Jiang Han's eyes were misty. Some of the Dao marks on the goddess picture were very similar to the Dao marks on the Warrior Medal, as if they were from the same clan.
Is it possible that the person who carved the picture of the goddess would also kill the seven gods?
"wrong--"
Jiang Han woke up again. Lan Lin's Seven God of Killing Styles seemed to have been created by himself in 78 years?
The picture of the Goddess was also carved seven or eight years ago. In other words, Lan Lin may have understood the Dao marks on the picture of the Goddess and then created the Seven God-killing Styles?
"Very possible!"
Such a coincidence in time, and the similarities between the two Dao marks, it is very likely that Lan Lin understood the Seven Styles of Killing the God from the Goddess Picture.
"Is the Dao mark on this goddess map so powerful?"
Jiang Han's eyes were shining with light. Lan Lin just understood the Dao marks on the Goddess Picture and created the Seven God-killing Styles. One person killed five earthly immortals in anger. How powerful must the sculptor of the Goddess Picture be?
The pinnacle of earthly immortality? The arrival of gods?
Jiang Han's eyes are getting brighter and brighter. The sculptor of the goddess picture is most likely his mother. The stronger his mother is, the greater the hope of living.
Jiang Han was refreshed. He did not go back, but continued to sit cross-legged here.
From time to time, he studied the Dao marks on the goddess's picture, and from time to time he studied the Dao marks on the warrior medal.
Since the Dao Marks of the two are extremely similar and come from the same sect, he might be able to gain something by understanding the two Dao Marks at the same time and deducing and confirming each other.
The sky was getting dark, and a steady drizzle began to fall from the sky. The temperature was very low in late autumn after nightfall, and the people who meditated under the picture of the goddess left one after another.
At midnight, Jiang Han was left alone, sitting under the picture of the goddess, alone and doubly lonely.
Jiang Han sat cross-legged under the picture of the goddess all night.
On the eve of dawn, a black sword suddenly appeared in the hand of Jiang Han, who was sitting cross-legged. He swung the sword and slashed at the picture of the goddess in front of him.
As soon as the sword struck down, a storm surged in the air, and the shadow of a huge black sword ten feet long appeared out of thin air.
The phantom of a huge black sword, carrying terrifying pressure and billowing black air waves, struck down heavily on the mountain where the goddess picture was located.
It was the eve of dawn, the surrounding areas were pitch black, everything was silent, and it was eerily quiet.
Such a scene appeared in the sky, instantly alarming countless powerful people in Tianluan City, and more than a dozen figures in the city rose into the sky.
"Buzz~"
Just as the huge golden sword was about to hit the mountain where the Goddess Picture was located, waves rippled in mid-air. A big palm appeared out of thin air, and smashed the shadow of the huge sword into pieces with one palm.
"boom!"
A terrifying air current swept over him, and Jiang Han below was blown hundreds of feet away.
A voice sounded in Jiang Han's ears: "Little bastard, you almost ruined the picture of the goddess. The people from the Criminal Law Hall are coming, why don't you get out of here?"
Jiang Han came to his senses and quickly used his wind escape technique to turn into a breeze and slip away.
The backyard of the city lord's mansion.
Lan Lin was sitting cross-legged in the attic, with a look of surprise on his face, and murmured: "How could you realize God's Death so quickly? This kid seems to be the son of that one..."