The elders of the Changsheng Sect were stunned when they saw Qin Lang using such rogue methods to convince the three elders guarding the sword tree.
Qin Lang took back the Tiandu Sword, looked up at the sword tree, and asked: "With so many leaves, which one is the mature sword leaf?"
The old man on the left said: "Fellow Taoist reaches out and presses on the trunk of the tree. The sword tree will sense the breath of fellow Taoist and the sword leaves will naturally fall."
"Is this so..." Qin Lang slowly walked to the sword tree and felt the huge aura on the sword tree. He couldn't help but be secretly horrified. The aura of the sword tree was secretly connected to the world and had some kind of law.
This feeling made Qin Lang inexplicably familiar, as if he had felt it somewhere before.
But it was indeed his first time to see such a sacred tree.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the tree trunk.
I thought I would feel some strange power and cause a sword leaf on the tree to fall, but this did not happen.
On the contrary, a strange and subtle aura spread throughout his body, and he seemed to hear a bell ringing from an extremely distant place and into his mind.
A "click" sound came from his finger, and his storage ring actually cracked a gap.
He was startled, and hurriedly put his consciousness into it, only to see that the space inside the storage ring was being annihilated in large areas, and the source of the annihilated space was the Donghuang Bell that had been covered in dust!
"This is..." Qin Lang understood the meaning of the Donghuang Bell. It wanted to rush out of the storage space, and it wanted to come to the interface where he was now.
Ever since it was subdued by Qin Lang, the East Emperor Bell has not made any movement, just like it has been in the Earth's Virtual God Realm for thousands of years, but now at this moment, it suddenly has its own ideas and seems to have been sleeping for thousands of years.
The lion finally woke up from his nap.
Qin Lang can only release it, otherwise the storage space will be destroyed, and those things placed in the storage space will be ruthlessly devoured by the space storm.
The Donghuang Bell appeared out of thin air, surprising all the monks present. Even Mr. Li San did not know that Qin Lang had such a spiritual treasure.
When the East Emperor Bell appeared, the aura of the sword tree was immediately connected with the East Emperor Bell. They were related to each other and intertwined with each other, as if two similar people had been wandering lonely in the galaxy for hundreds of thousands of years, and finally found each other again in the vast sea of stars.
Li bumped into each other and said hello happily.
The Donghuang Bell seems not to be satisfied with simply saying hello. Its bell body seems to be vibrating slightly, emitting strange spatial ripples. In this Kunwu realm that suppresses all foreign monks or items, the Donghuang Bell is not affected at all.
It seems to have an impact.
Qin Lang remembered the sentence about the Donghuang Bell ringing and the whole world was shaken. He recalled the horrific consequences caused by the master of the Qiankun Palace slamming his body into the Donghuang Bell. He quickly said to the three elders around him: "Three of you, please leave quickly. I'm afraid there are some
Danger……"
An old man asked strangely: "Isn't this your magic weapon?"
Qin Lang smiled bitterly and said: "No, it is the uncle, and I don't dare to offend it."
Even if Qin Lang didn't say anything, everyone still felt the intimidating power of the East Emperor Bell. Now that they heard that Qin Lang couldn't control it, they all ran away quickly.
Qin Lang stood there, watching the ripples of the East Emperor Bell fall on the sword tree, so the leaves of the sword tree fell one after another, like swords inserted into the soil on the ground, and then the branches on the sword tree also looked like a layer of ash.
, was shaken away by the ripples, and drifted away with the wind.
In the end, only the bare tree trunk was left, like a soaring sword, pointing to the sky.
It wasn't until all this was done that the Donghuang Bell stopped and returned to its previous calmness, just like it had been for thousands of years, suspended motionless in the air.
"Our sword tree and sword leaves...what happened..." The elders of the Changsheng Sect were extremely sad to see this. This sword tree is their sect's sect-suppressing magic weapon. There are hundreds of densely packed sword leaves on it.
If a piece of it falls every year, it will turn into a sharp sword when it hits the ground, supporting the eternal foundation of the Changsheng Sect.
Now that Donghuang Zhong has done this, all the sword leaves are gone and all have fallen off. The sword tree itself has also turned into a huge sword shape, and all the branches, bark, and tree body are gone. It looks like
It doesn't look like it will continue to grow leaves.
The three old men had been guarding the sword tree for thousands of years and had never seen anything like this before. The three of them stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
The meaning of their existence has always been to protect the sword tree and the sword leaves, but now they are all gone.
Qin Lang was also a little shocked. He reached out and touched the Donghuang Bell, and successfully put the Donghuang Bell back into the storage magic weapon.
"Fellow Daoist Qin...you, you just took away a sword leaf. Why did you destroy our sword tree?" The elder of the Changsheng Sect walked forward without tears and looked at the fallen leaves on the ground, one by one.
The ground is inserted into the ground, like a place where a sword is hidden.
Qin Lang coughed and said: "I don't want to do this either. I can't control the behavior of that magic weapon. I don't know why such a thing happened and such a situation occurred."
After he finished speaking, he measured the sword tree and sword leaves in front of him and said, "But the sword leaves you promised to give me will still be given to me."
He stretched out his hand and made a move, and the whole mountain suddenly shook. None of the sword blades stuck on the ground moved. Instead, the huge sword in the middle vibrated off the ground, suddenly shrank to the length of an ordinary long sword, and fell.
After entering Qin Lang's hand, the sword leaves all over the ground immediately flew up with the giant sword, shooting densely into the sky, and then all turned into leaves the size of fingernails and wrapped around the sword.
The faces of the four monks of the Changsheng Sect all changed greatly. Although they didn't know why such a change happened, Qin Changkong was going to take away their sect-suppressing treasure directly!
"Fellow Daoist Qin, what are you doing? Hurry up and put down our sect-protecting treasure!"
"Fellow Daoist Qin, we only promised to give you one sword leaf. Why do you want to take away the entire tree? This is too much!"
The four elders all turned red-eyed and hurriedly asked Qin Lang to put down the sword tree.
Qin Lang said doubtfully: "I only recruited a sword leaf, but it fell into my hands by itself."
Mr. Li San was surprised and said: "Is it a set of son-mother swords?"
Qin Lang was startled, suddenly realized, and said: "Yes, this is the natural mother-child sword. The wooden sword is the mother, and the leaf sword is the child. Taking one away is equivalent to taking away the set."
"This..." The elders of the Changsheng Sect had naturally heard of the Zimu Sword, and were a little dazed for a moment. Why had the sect's treasure that had stood in the forbidden area of their sect for so many years suddenly turned into a set of Zimu Swords?
Woolen cloth.
Qin Lang did not put down the sword in his hand, turned to look at the four of them, and said lightly: "Are the elders trying to break their promise? But you said you wanted to admit defeat and gave me the sword leaf."
"This, this..." The four elders said bitterly. It's nothing to give Qin Lang a sword leaf. The worst is to wait another hundred years and get a second sword leaf. But if Qin Lang takes away the entire set of son-mother swords now, it will be uprooted.
Got up.
Qin Lang picked up the wooden sword and turned around to leave. Young Master Li San glanced at them and followed slowly.
The four elders looked at each other, and finally the three guardian elders couldn't help shouting: "Stop them, don't let them escape!"
The disciples guarding the mountain were hesitating whether to take action. After hearing the elder's order, they immediately summoned their magical weapons and attacked Qin Lang and Mr. Li San.
Qin Lang snorted coldly and said: "If you go back on your word, don't blame me."
He raised the wooden sword in his hand, and the fingernail-sized leaf swords instantly grew in size and turned into long swords with the same length as the wooden swords. They flew and stirred around Qin Lang. All the magic weapons that tried to attack Qin Lang were blocked by Ye Jian.
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There are so many leaf swords that they look like a sword formation when they are released.
Qin Lang turned back and said: "It's too late to stop now. I'll pretend that nothing happened. If we block our way again, I will make your Changsheng Sect bleed like a river."
Judging from the murderous aura emanating from Qin Lang, Qin Lang was not joking. But the four elders gritted their teeth and did not say a word. Instead, they rushed towards Qin Lang quickly. They could not watch an outsider take away their sect's treasure.
Taken away.
"Stop!" A loud shout suddenly came. (To be continued)