While guarding against the four masters of the Martial Palace, Luo Qian released his vitality, condensed a gaseous palm, stretched out towards the golden lake, and collected the golden Buddha liquid.
"Bang!"
As soon as the gaseous palm approached the lake surface, it encountered a tearing energy and shattered into pieces.
"How could this happen? I still don't believe it. With my cultivation level, I can't collect it."
Luo Qian went all out to mobilize his energy and take action again.
The four people in Wudian also used their own methods.
However, they all failed.
No matter whether you use your vitality or your elemental weapons, they will be torn to pieces or bounced away as soon as they touch the surface of the lake.
Lin Ke observed it for a long time and said: "It's useless, there is a formation here."
Luo Qian was so tired that he stopped and urged: "Then break the formation quickly. If we take so much golden Buddha liquid back to the Taiwei Star Territory and sell it, and exchange it for Yuanjing, it will be enough to buy the people we have been cultivating to.
resource."
Lin Ke shook his head and said: "The formation in the lake is quite brilliant, surpassing the low-level ones. I can't break it with my formation skills."
"If you can't break it open, who can break it?"
Luo Qian pulled out the wooden sword, grabbed the hilt with both hands, and said with fierce eyes, "I'll give it a try. Maybe I can break the formation by force."
Lin Ke quickly stopped him and said cautiously: "You'd better not act recklessly. If you touch the attack mark of the formation, not only will you die, but we will all be buried with you."
The four great masters of the Martial Arts Hall were frightened, and they all put away their weapons and stepped back several feet.
Luo Qian's eyes stared straight, he scratched his scalp with both hands, showing an expression of extreme pain, and said: "What should I do, just watch like this? Now she is like a peerless beauty, taking off her clothes, showing longing eyes, lying on the bed
Waiting for you. Can you control yourself?"
"Don't talk nonsense. You have to restrain yourself even if you can't help it. Find Xie Zihan first. This tower is quite weird. The interior space is huge. It's not certain that it contains other treasures."
Lin Ke looked around and used his mental power to explore, but when he encountered a wall, he was bounced back.
Finally, he turned his eyes to Xiao Zhen and others, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.
"Senior brother Luo Qian, you stay here and support us at any time. Tian Chong, Feng Lan, Dayu, you three will form a group, and Xiao Fengye and I will search for Xie Zihan's traces separately. Be careful."
Lin Ke and Feng Xiaoqian entered an oval entrance on the left, stepped on the stone stairs, and walked up to the broken tower.
The passage to the tower is large enough to accommodate two people walking side by side.
After a while, we arrived at the second floor of the broken tower.
Lin carved on the ground and found some ancient utensils, but they were all severely rusted, tattered and could no longer be used.
Feng Xiaoqian stared at him and asked, "Why did you leave Senior Brother Luo Qian alone?"
"You are so smart, can't you guess it?" Lin Ke turned around and smiled at her.
Feng Xiaoqian said: "Do you think there is something wrong with the four warriors in the Martial Palace?"
Lin Ke searched all the second floors of the tower, walked towards the third floor, and said solemnly: "Everyone is tempted by the batch of ancient artifacts outside. We are forced to give up temporarily. However, Wu
There are four masters in the palace, and Xiao Zhen is a first-class existence. He can definitely take some of them away, but why don't you want any of them?"
"Maybe Xiao Zhen doesn't want to get involved in the fight for the treasure." Feng Xiaoqian followed him and said.
Lin Ke shook his head and said: "The moment they stepped into the oasis, they must have been mentally prepared to fight for the treasures. The reason why they gave up those ancient artifacts must be because they knew that there were better treasures.
"
Feng Xiaoqian nodded, thought carefully, and said, "What you said makes sense."
Lin Ke continued: "The Golden Light Buddha Liquid Lake is protected by formations, and no one can take it away. If I were Xiao Zhen, at this time, I would either climb the Broken Tower and look for other treasures. Or, I would immediately exit the Broken Tower and fight for those batches.
Ancient artifacts.”
"However, the four masters of the Martial Palace stayed behind at Lakeside." Feng Xiaoqian said.
Lin Ke said: "Twenty years ago, Xiao Nanting of the Xiao family captured the road to the legend in the Alaming Mountain realm. The Xiao family's understanding of the Alaming Mountain realm is far better than ours. Xiao Zhen knows
There must be more things than us."
Feng Xiaoqian fully understood, his expression was shocked, and he said: "Do you suspect that the opportunity to lead to the legend lies in this broken tower?"
"This possibility cannot be ruled out. Moreover, it is very likely that it is related to the golden Buddha liquid lake." Lin Ke said.
Feng Xiaoqian looked anxious and said, "When you leave, you should explain it clearly to Senior Brother Luo Qian. How did he want to get so many things?"
Lin Ke smiled and said: "Senior Brother Luo Qian has a high level of cultivation and is very shrewd. It is not difficult to keep an eye on the four masters of the Martial Palace. When we find Xie Zihan, we can go back and slowly spend time with Xiao Zhen.
...Eh!"
Lin Ke, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and pointed his finger at the stone wall of the passage.
"There are scratches."
Stab.
From the fingertips of Lin Ke's left hand, the Great Sun Fusang Qi surged out and turned into a small golden flame, illuminating the passage.
There are three lines of words engraved on the stone wall:
"In the first ten years, my body was disabled and my will was gone, and I almost wanted to die."
"In the next ten years, I am determined to take revenge and repair the Forgetting Death Sword."
"The Sword of Forgotten Death, the Sword of Forgotten Death, the Sword of Forgotten Death..."
…
Carving ten "Death-forgetting Swords" in succession, each word is constantly changing and contains an extremely mysterious artistic conception.
Each "Death-forgetting Sword" contains a different artistic conception.
The artistic conception is constantly strengthened.
When the tenth "Forgetting Death Sword" was pushed, Lin Ke felt that his head was going to explode. There was only one word "death" left in his mind, and his heart was extremely depressed, and he felt like he wanted to die immediately.
feeling.
After the tenth "Forget Death Sword", at the very end, three more deeply-marked words "How can we forget" are carved.
Next to him, Feng Xiaoqian's face was as pale as paper, her delicate body was trembling slightly, and she was unsteady on her feet.
Lin Ke quickly grabbed her arm, supported her, and said, "Stop reading these words. They are very strange. Words can kill people."
"These words were carved by an extremely strong swordsman. When I saw the seventh Death-forgetting Sword, I could no longer hold on, and my soul seemed to be torn apart. Every stroke was like a sword.
Anger, cut away at me."
Immediately afterwards, Feng Xiaoqian said again: "The first two lines should have been carved by the same person on the same day. The last line was carved at a different time for each Forgetting Death Sword, and the artistic conception of swordsmanship contained in it is becoming more and more powerful.
.”
Suddenly, Feng Xiaoqian stared at the top of the stairs, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and said, "Look, there is a layer of water curtain above, blocking our way to the third floor of the tower."
"Ta-da."
Lin Ke and Feng Xiaoqian quickened their pace, arrived at the entrance to the third floor of the Broken Tower, and stopped.
Through the water curtain in front of them, they saw a man with disheveled hair sitting cross-legged inside.
The man's eyes were closed, his body was as thin as firewood, his robes were in tatters, and a two-meter-high stone giant sword was stuck in front of him. The ground was full of flowers, and every petal was a crystal clear sword.
sword.
That man didn't know whether he was alive or dead. He couldn't feel his breathing, heartbeat, or body temperature. He was like a stone sculpture that remained motionless forever.
However, even so, Lin Ke felt frightened and did not dare to express his anger.
Feng Xiaoqian stretched out a hand and gently pressed it towards the water curtain.
"Wow."
On the ground, sword-shaped petals flew up automatically, turning into a rain of swords, making a harsh sword cry, and flew towards her palm.
Lin Ke's expression changed dramatically, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her away from the water curtain.
The fierce sword rain lost its attack direction and flew in a circle around the disheveled man, then dissipated and formed a gorgeous and beautiful sword flower on the ground again.
Feng Xiaoqian was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.
When the sword-shaped petals completely calmed down, she took a long breath and whispered: "It's so scary. I was locked by those sword-shaped petals just now and couldn't move. I thought I was going to die. Brother Lin Ke, you saved me again."
Me once."
"Let's not mention this for now. This place is too weird. We must leave immediately." Lin Ke said.
The broken tower is full of headless corpses.
Now, a human man with a head appears. Is there anything weirder than this?
Feng Xiaoqian said: "Don't worry, he should be dead already."
"Dead? Can you be so powerful after death?" Lin Ke said.
Feng Xiaoqian said: "If he is still alive and was disturbed just now, he must have woken up and killed us with one sword. The sword flowers on the ground should be the condensed artistic conception left after his death, and he has no consciousness. However,
It will automatically protect the master's body."
"The words on the stone wall just now should have been carved by him."
"I have studied the last three words 'how can I forget' carefully and they were carved about three months ago."
"The first ten 'Death-forgetting Swords' were each sharper and more powerful than the last. However, at the end, when the three words 'How can we forget' were carved, the artistic conception suddenly dropped, and there was a feeling of despair and the last words.
.”
Lin Ke said: "Do you suspect that he died three months ago?"
"It is very difficult for a human warrior to survive in the realm of Alaming Mountain. What's more, he is still trapped in this tower and can only survive with a group of headless corpses.
So far, it's already a miracle." Feng Xiaoqian said.
Lin Ke shook his head and said: "No, no, since he was able to survive twenty years ago, he must have a way to continue living."
"What if he doesn't want to live anymore? If it were you, how many years can you stay in this broken tower by yourself? I'm afraid you will go crazy after just one year and wish to die immediately." Feng Xiaodao
.
"Ten years ago, he carved the words "Ten years of sword practice" for revenge. As long as the hatred in his heart is not gone, he will never seek death."
Lin Ke knew very well what it felt like to have a heart full of hatred.
Feng Xiaoqian said: "But it is true that he has no breath."
Lin Ke carefully examined the man's condition, hesitated again and again, and finally took out two Yuan Crystals, punched them out, passed through the water, and fell into the palms of his hands.
"What are you doing?" Feng Xiaoqian asked.
Lin Ke smiled bitterly and whispered: "I don't know why I did this. Maybe I thought he was too pitiful. A man was trapped in a broken tower for twenty years, accompanied by a group of headless corpses.
That kind of loneliness, that kind of hatred, that kind of sadness is beyond our imagination."
"Just now, I detected that his pores are automatically absorbing the demonic energy between heaven and earth. However, the absorption speed is very weak. Giving him two Yuan Crystals may be of some help."
Feng Xiaoqian said nothing more and sighed: "Brother Lin Ke, you are too kind. It is useless to give him multiple crystals for a person who is already dead."
At this time, a long roar came from the bottom of the tower...
"It's Senior Brother Luo Qian's voice."
Lin Ke and Feng Xiaoqian looked at each other, used their movement skills, and quickly flew towards the bottom of the tower.