Five hundred and seventieth chapters my name Long Tu
"Seventy-two caves?"
Xia Mang's eyes narrowed, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Senior, are you talking about the seventy-two ancient evil caves on the edge of Cangming Demon City and deep in Jiuji Evil Mountain?"
The mute old man nodded and said, "That's right there."
Xia Mang gasped. He had been in this area for more than half a year. Naturally, he had heard about the Seventy-Two Cave. According to legend, many big monsters gathered in that place.
Tu, every cave owner is a ferocious maniac, who has committed heinous crimes and has made humans and gods angry.
The Seventy-Two Cave, known as the "Ghost in the World", is a gathering place for evil spirits and ghosts!
"It turned out to be that damn place!" Xia Mang said to himself: "This time we are in big trouble."
But even though he knew the danger, he had to go for Xue Nianchu and Phoenix Heart and Bone.
"There seems to be a big change in the Seventy-Two Cave recently. If you go and fish in troubled waters, maybe..." The mute old man glanced at Xia Mang, his words were a little vague.
Xia Mang raised his eyebrows and questioned the mute old man, wanting to know some details, but the strange old man ignored him and was completely immersed in his own world, concentrating on carving.
Xia Mang was helpless. He stayed for a while before standing up.
He looked at the statue of a man and a dragon in the ancestral temple, and a strange light flashed deep in his eyes.
He had been coming to the ancestral temple for about half a year. He wanted to step into the ancestral temple countless times, but was always blocked by various reasons. But at this moment, Xia Mang had a vague feeling that he could successfully step into the ancestral temple.
He tentatively stepped into the ancestral temple with one foot, and couldn't help but glance at the mute old man. Seeing that the strange old man didn't respond, he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped inside.
Before, he had always suspected that he had not been able to enter the ancestral temple for half a year. It was probably the mute old man who had secretly intervened to prevent him from entering the ancestral temple. Last night, Xue Longyong showed up and called him the old man guarding the ancestral temple, which further proved that Xia Mang
speculation.
But now that he stepped into the ancestral temple, he had no reaction, which proved that he had agreed.
The mute old man no longer objected to his entering the ancestral temple.
In half a year, Xia Mang truly stepped into the ancestral temple for the first time!
The ancestral temple is very old, as if it has not been cleaned for many years and is covered with dust. Only the holy statue of a man coiled with a dragon is tall and powerful, and as clean as a wash.
Xia Mang stood in front of the icon and looked up and down. He soon realized something and walked around the icon, gradually arriving behind the icon.
He discovered that there was a large space behind the icon!
But what shocked Xia Mang was that there was a row of altars in the space behind the icon, and there were actually a number of spiritual tablets on the altar. Xia Mang roughly counted them, and there were nearly a hundred!
"Whose tablets are these?"
Xia Mang was shocked. He thought there was something else hidden behind the icon, but he didn't expect that there were so many spiritual tablets enshrined there!
"Snow Cut, Snow Dragon Tough, Snow God Gan..."
Xia Mang looked around and found that these spiritual tablets all had the surname Xue, which meant that they were all members of the Tingxue clan of the Dragon Controlling King.
"Are they...the ancestors of the Dragon-Conquering Royal Court?"
Xia Mang's eyes flashed and he made a bold guess. After a moment, he shook his head and rejected, "If they are really the ancestors of the Dragon Controlling Court, how could the Xue family let this ancestral temple be so dilapidated and lose its incense?"
Cutting off the incense will undoubtedly deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, which is a serious crime. Even the Tingxue family of the Dragon Controlling King will surely be criticized by words and writings, and will be reviled by the world.
"But if it's not an ancestral temple, why is it named as an ancestral temple and enshrines the tablets of nearly a hundred Xue clan members?"
Xia Mang couldn't figure it out. He felt that there must be a hidden secret.
"The Kingdom of Nine Songs, the Royal Court of Controlling the Dragon..."
Suddenly, Xia Mang remembered a legend, his eyes flashed, and he said to himself: "Is it true that the Yulongxue clan has really come to an end and is in danger of collapse?"
He stared at these tablets and found that one side was very special, very different from other spiritual tablets, because it was not an ordinary spiritual tablet, but a shrine!
The shrine is dark and very ancient, with strange patterns engraved around it and three small characters engraved on it:
Snow Dragon Slaughter!
"Snow Dragon Slayer?" Xia Mang was startled, "This name is really... grand!"
It is said that the ancestor of the Xue family surrendered to the White Dragon King and obtained the stone carvings on his back. He then realized his unparalleled magical powers and conquered an invincible territory. He laid down a vast territory and established the foundation of the Dragon Control Dynasty.
It is no exaggeration to say that the Xue family started with "dragon"!
It is precisely for this reason that the Royal Court of Taming the Dragon has respected the dragon for thousands of years. It regards the dragon as its "ancestor" and worships it all year round without daring to neglect it.
And this person with "Xue" as his surname should undoubtedly be a descendant of the Dragon Controlling Royal Court, but he takes the name of "Dragon Slayer", which is simply treason!
Dragon slaying, doesn’t it mean slaying the dragon when read conversely?
"The Yulongxue Clan has really produced some unique guys..."
Xia Mang was deep in thought, but couldn't think of a reason, so he had to give up. He turned around and looked at the icon of a man coiled in a dragon.
The man is stalwart and the dragon is coiled around him!
This person is the ancestor of Dragon Yu who founded the Dragon Yu Royal Court for thousands of years. There is no doubt that the "dragon" coiled around him is the White Dragon King back then.
Of course, it's just an icon.
"This dragon carving is really lifelike..."
Xia Mang stared at Panlong with burning eyes. Suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly and he focused on the dragon's head.
To be more precise, it is concentrated between the two dragon horns!
He vaguely saw that there was a small depression between the two dragon horns, and there was a rich purple light flashing across the depression, which flashed away.
"What?"
Xia Mang's heart skipped a beat. He hesitated for a moment, then jumped up, reached out to grab the dragon's horns, and looked at the depression.
There is a small purple tower standing there!
The tower body is very small, just submersed in the depression, and covered with dust. If it weren't for the fleeting purple light, Xia Mang would not have been able to detect it.
"Why is there a small tower on top of this dragon?" Xia Mang's expression changed. He felt that this small tower was very strange. It seemed... to suppress the dragon!
"Suppressing Panlong...how is this possible?"
Xia Mang's mind changed rapidly, and he shook his head, denying this extremely ridiculous conjecture. Even though this was the stone carving of the White Dragon King, it was just a stone carving. It had not become a spirit, so how could it be suppressed?
Moreover, even if there is suppression, this small purple tower will not be able to deal with it.
"Small tower..."
Somehow, Xia Mang reached out and grabbed the small purple tower, trying to pick it up, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not lift the small purple tower.
The little purple tower seems to be stuck to the faucet!
"What's going on?"
Xia Mang was stunned. With his strength, he could shatter this holy statue with a single punch. How could he not be able to lift a seemingly ordinary small tower?
He tried his best to use all his strength on his fingertips to forcefully pull out the small tower, but the result was the same. The small tower stuck tightly to the faucet and did not move at all.
"Is this small purple tower so heavy?" Xia Mang was sweating profusely.