After two days of non-stop sword flying like this, Lan Yan and Linghu Heng finally arrived at Chenzhou Mansion in the northwest.
Chenzhou Mansion is the most prosperous area in the northwest, and Lingtian Palace, one of the six holy places, is located in Chenzhou Mansion.
"Actually, the Six Holy Lands are not as monolithic as many people imagine. On the contrary, the Six Holy Lands often have frictions with each other. It's just that the founders of the Six Holy Lands have made an agreement on an offensive and defensive alliance to deal with the Demon Sect unanimously.
That's all." Lan Yan knew that Linghu Heng didn't know much about the Six Holy Lands, so he instilled this kind of knowledge into Linghu Heng on the Immortal Sword.
Lan Yan suddenly said angrily: "Humph, Lingtian Palace, the entire sect is a bunch of hypocrites!"
Linghu Heng was a little surprised and asked: "Why?"
"If they hadn't deliberately concealed the truth from the other four holy places, stalling for time and not coming to the rescue, our ancient sword sect would have suffered such serious losses in the fight with the Demon Sect forty years ago!" Lan Yan probably hates Lingtian Palace.
came to rescue her, causing her to suffer the pain of being separated from the old man for forty years.
Linghu Heng didn't understand this secret, so he couldn't comment. He just said: "We are only here to find medicine, and we should not encounter these hypocrites."
Lan Yan clenched her fists and said bitterly: "It's best not to let me meet you. If you do, you'll be able to say this!"
Linghu Heng secretly felt funny. This Lan Yan was at least sixty years old. Although she was well maintained and looked like a young woman in her thirties, she was very angry. Linghu Heng had already learned this.
After arriving at Chenzhou Mansion, the first thing to do was to find out where Qinglan Mountain was. Unexpectedly, he asked several passers-by, but they all said they didn't know it, making Lan Yan and Linghu Heng look at each other.
Linghu Heng thought for a while and said: "Senior, could it be that the name of Qinglan Mountain in this world is different from the name of our immortal world?"
Lan Yan was startled and said: "Yes, your mind is very fast! But how do you know what Qinglan Mountain is called in the world?"
"I have read in a book that the Cold Moon Ice Lotus is a rare antidote in the world. It only grows on snow-capped mountains above two thousand feet. Just ask if there are any such high mountains nearby."
Lan Yan looked at Linghu Heng with admiration and said, "Okay, then I'll leave this task to you!" As he said that, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.
Linghu Heng gave a wry smile, and it was hard to refute. After all, Lan Yan had such a high seniority. So he and Lan Yan walked to a less crowded official road and waited for a while. A strong man holding a cow came.
.
Lan Yan pushed Linghu Heng with her hand, signaling Linghu Heng to take action. Linghu Heng reluctantly stepped forward, smiled reluctantly, stopped the strong man, and said, "This eldest brother..."
Before he could say anything else, the young man immediately took two steps back, staring at the fairy sword on Linghu Heng's body, and stammered: "You...you...don't come here! I know martial arts."
Yeah, ha! Don't... don't think that you are just trying to steal money just because you are holding a sword!" As he said that, the man danced twice in a posture that he thought was very powerful, and looked at Linghu Heng defensively.
Linghu Heng touched his face helplessly and said to himself: "Does my face look like a robber? I didn't say I planted this tree or opened this road."
Helpless, he still had to ask for directions. Linghu Heng tried his best to look approachable and said kindly: "Brother, don't be afraid. I'm not a robber. I just want to ask you for directions."
The middle-aged man still had a defensive look on his face and said, "Ask me, I will tell you what I know." Hearing that Linghu Heng was not a robber, the middle-aged man felt much more at ease and even spoke smoothly.
Linghu Heng asked: "I wonder which mountain is the highest around here?"
The middle-aged man was stunned. He didn't expect Linghu Heng to ask him about such a way. He thought about it carefully and said: "I remember that my grandfather told me when I was a child that there is a Qingniu Mountain nearby, and the whole mountain looks like a cow.
Same."
Linghu Heng was delighted: "Hey, there is only one word difference between Qingniu Mountain and Qinglan Mountain, maybe it is Qinglan Mountain!" Thinking of this, Linghu Heng continued to ask: "Then how big is Qingniu Mountain?
high?"
The middle-aged man said: "It's so high that people standing below can't even see the top of the mountain..."
"Is there snow on the top of the mountain?"
The middle-aged man said in surprise: "How do you know? My grandfather said that only immortals can go up. Mortals cannot go up."
"Where is Qingniu Mountain?" Linghu Heng asked a little anxiously.
The middle-aged man pointed his finger and said, "It's at the end of the road behind me."
Lan Yan and Linghu Heng looked around, and indeed they could vaguely see a large mountain, with the top of the mountain floating in the clouds, very misty. Linghu Heng could see it more clearly, after all, he was a natural pupil magician.
Lan Yan said: "Let's go!" After saying that, he unfolded the Sword Control Technique and pulled Linghu Heng to fly up into the clouds.
When the middle-aged man saw Lan Yan and Linghu Heng disappear in an instant with their swords in hand, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground and murmured: "Gods, I have seen gods!" He repeated these two words.
In a word, after returning to the village, everyone thought he had met someone evil.
The Qingniu Mountain seems not far away, but as the saying goes, "Looking at the mountain and running to death" means that you think the mountain is very close, but in fact it is very far away. This is the case with the Qingniu Mountain. Even at the speed of the blue smoke, it is even faster than the mountain.
It took a quarter of an hour for the sword to arrive.
After arriving at Qinglan Mountain, Lan Yan handed another firework to Linghu Heng and said, "You and I will look for the Hanyue Pond separately. If we find it, do you know what to do?"
Linghu Heng nodded, without saying much, immediately launched the "Linfeng Sword Control Technique" and plunged deep into the mountain.
It has to be said that it was really cold on Qinglan Mountain. Linghu Heng had to slow down the speed of his sword and add spiritual power to his body in order to withstand the severe cold. But that's right, he was on a mountain above two thousand feet at the moment.
Come on, can it be cold?
But this way, the consumption of spiritual power would be even greater. Linghu Heng didn't know if he could survive until he found Hanyue Pond.
After searching for a long time, there was no clue, and Linghu Heng couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. Suddenly, a trace of human words came over: "...The ink dragon next to the moon pool is really difficult to deal with. Our Lingtian Palace has sent a second-generation disciple.
Still can't beat it..."
"Yes, I have lost several of my classmates. I heard that a generation of disciples are coming, and I don't know who will be sent here..." Fortunately, there are trees on Qinglan Mountain, so those few people did not find Linghu Heng's whereabouts.
Linghu Heng was overjoyed and then worried, thinking: "It's like trying to find a place without trying to find a place. It doesn't take much effort to get here! However, there seems to be some kind of ink dragon in the Hanyue Pond. This is a
Big problem!”
Just as he was thinking that those few people had gone far, Linghu Heng thought, and quickly activated the Sword Control Technique to land, restrained his body, and hung those few people from a distance. The cultivation level of those few people was much lower than Linghu's.
Heng could not detect Linghu Heng's tracking at all, but Linghu Heng was also very careful. After all, they had mentioned that there were other second-generation disciples. Although they did not know what their cultivation level was, they could compete with rare and exotic beasts.
The level of cultivation of Mo Jiao is not much different, right? It’s always right to be careful!
The mountain road in Qinglan Mountain is rugged, and no one has walked on it for who knows how many years. The bluestones on the road are covered with cold moss. Even with Linghu Heng's cultivation level, he almost slipped. Fortunately, he didn't disturb the few people in front of him.
Linghu Heng broke out in a cold sweat.
After walking on the mountain road for an unknown length of time, he finally came to an open place. Linghu Heng did not dare to show his body, so he quickly ran up a big tree without making any sound, and looked quietly ahead. All he saw in front of him was
A naturally formed crescent-shaped pool. The snow water on the snow-capped mountains has been melting and flowing down into the pool, but the water in the pool has always remained the same, neither more nor less.
Linghu Heng knew something was wrong, so he looked carefully at the Hanyue Pond, only to see a few lotus leaves floating quietly on the calm pond, a few buds waiting to bloom scattered everywhere, and a lotus that was already in full bloom.
It was blooming in the wind. Linghu Heng felt happy in his heart: "This is the Hanyue Ice Lotus. It's great. The little witch can be saved."
Suddenly, a breeze blew by his side. Linghu Heng was startled. Before he could draw his sword, someone covered his mouth and said, "Boy, it's me!"
Linghu Heng took a look and saw that it was Lan Yan. Linghu Heng was worried about how to send a message to her, but he didn't expect that she would find it herself. Lan Yan let go of Linghu Heng's mouth and said softly: "Hey, this Ling
Tiangong actually sent so many disciples!"
Linghu Heng also lowered his voice and said: "Senior, I accidentally heard that there is an ink dragon in the Hanyue Pond, but I don't know how high it is. It's just that even several second-generation disciples of Lingtian Palace can't defeat it. Lingtian Palace
We also sent a generation of disciples over."
Lan Yan was startled and said: "Ink dragon? This is a rare and rare beast. It is full of treasures! However, there must be some rare treasures wherever this ink dragon appears. This kind of rare treasure cannot be
This Hanyue Ice Lotus and Hanyue Ice Lotus certainly have miraculous effects, but Mo Jiao didn't even notice it."
Linghu Heng said: "What should we do?"
A cunning look flashed in Lan Yan's eyes, and she smiled mysteriously: "Just wait and see what happens!"
Linghu Heng also agreed, covered his mouth and said with a snicker: "Senior, you don't have the demeanor of a senior!"
The hatred in Lan Yan's eyes gradually grew: "If there weren't too many people in Lingtian Palace, I would have killed each one of these hypocrites!"
Linghu Heng knew that Lan Yan still cared about the incident forty years ago, so he didn't say much. He just looked at Hanyue Pond quietly. He saw that the disciples of Lingtian Palace had been busy, seeming to be arranging formations and using them.
The technique was very complicated, and Linghu Heng couldn't see any tricks, so he couldn't help but ask: "Senior, look, what formation are they setting up?"
Lan Yan restrained his hatred, observed carefully, and pondered for a long time before saying: "Judging from the magic weapons and techniques they used, it should be the Five Elements Formation. No, this Five Elements Formation is not very powerful. Unless there is
Only five people with similar cultivation skills of the Five Elements can have the effect of multiplying their power. Otherwise, the power will not even be comparable to that of ordinary formations. I can’t figure it out..."
Linghu Heng suddenly saw five people wearing Lingtian Palace costumes landing from the sky. He didn't know what flying method they used, but Linghu Heng was sure that it was not sword-controlling.
The leader asked calmly: "Is the Five Elements Formation ready?"
A disciple from Lingtian Palace replied respectfully: "Senior brother, it's almost time."
"Okay, let's see if I don't burn this ink dragon!" said an arrogant voice.
"Huh, just you?"
"Fujiki, what do you mean!"
…
"That's enough!" the leader shouted, "Don't you feel embarrassed in front of all the junior fellow apprentices? I still want this face!"
The arrogant man also restrained his voice and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother is right."
The leader also calmed down his temper and said: "Hurry up and prepare, lest you have a long night and many dreams!"
"Yes!" the other four people answered in unison.
"Humph!" The two people who had been arguing before snorted at each other and turned away from looking at each other.