In the desert, Lin Lang and others followed the footsteps of the Fuxi Palace people and soon came to a ruins.
There are ruins everywhere here, and because it has been covered by wind and sand all year round, only the tip of the iceberg of the mausoleum can be seen.
The stone pillars, stone pillars, and sculptures were eroded by the wind and sand into disfigurement, but the unique cultural color of Ziji Palace can be glimpsed from them.
There are many entrances here, and many of them have just been opened, probably by the Shrine disciples who arrived early.
At this time, Chen Taiyi, who was walking in front, raised the astrolabe again, and after re-identifying the direction, he went into an inconspicuous underground hole on the right.
"What should I do? Do you want to follow me?"
Sun Mu asked.
Lin Lang pondered for a while.
"Forget it. There are so many holes here anyway, let's just pick one."
Lin Lin took the lead and walked towards a slightly spacious cave. Anyway, they didn't have any magic weapon for exploration, so they could only go by their feelings. As for what kind of opportunities they could encounter, it all depended on luck.
Everyone filed in and headed towards the cave. The long and winding cave didn't look like there was anything special about it.
But just after entering the cave, Sun Mu exclaimed.
"There are footprints!"
Bu Cong also nodded: "It seems that someone came here before us."
"Elder brother, what should I do? Do I want to change places?"
Sun Mu asked.
Lin Lang smiled slightly. Except for Fuxi Palace, he had the confidence to try any other palace! As long as the one he met was not Luoxue Palace.
"It doesn't matter. Just grab it."
Lin Lang seemed to be talking about an ordinary thing, and Bu Cong immediately grinned after hearing this.
That's what makes it interesting.
Sun Mu's heart was beating fast. It was only the other disciples who bullied Changliu. Is Changliu really going to fight back this time?
The other Changliu Hall disciples also showed excited expressions. They also had a lot of confidence. Of course, this confidence mainly came from Bu Cong and Lin Lang.
With the two of them here, as long as they don't encounter anyone from the upper temple, they will probably be crushed all the way!
"Walk!"
Everyone followed the winding road and slowly headed deeper into the cave entrance.
When we walked deeper, the surrounding yellow sand completely disappeared, leaving only the stone mausoleum walls with all the tiles exposed to everyone's view, as well as some candle holders that had long since burned out, sculptures with no longer clear lines, etc.
wait.
"Are there really any treasures here? It feels like they are all worthless sculptures and antiques."
One disciple couldn't help but complain, and the rest also agreed.
After walking for so long, there is not a single treasure in sight, only some badly damaged antiques. For ordinary people, if they move a few and sell them, they may not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.
But for monks like them, it really has no effect.
"Don't worry! It'll be there in a minute! All the good stuff is at the back!"
Sun Mu said firmly.
"Shhh!!"
At this moment, Lin Lang, who was walking at the front, signaled everyone to keep their voices down. The others immediately stopped the discussion, gently lowered the sound of their footsteps, and pricked up their ears.
Ding ding ding...bang...
The sound of weapons clashing reached everyone's ears, and everyone immediately opened their eyes in surprise.
Someone is fighting!!
Since there is a fight, it means that there must be a treasure!
So everyone immediately quickened their pace, hid around a corner, and secretly observed the situation at the scene.
The temple disciples at the scene were wearing red and black robes. They were all tall and strong, and even the swords in their hands were much larger than ordinary sword models.
"People from Chilian Palace??"
Sun Mu exclaimed, then looked at Bu Cong aside.
Lin Lang was also slightly startled, remembering that Bucong was from Chilian Palace before, what a coincidence.
Bucong didn't react at all, he just stared closely at the person he was fighting with Chiliandian.
The person fighting them was not a disciple from another temple, but a giant puppet that was three people tall.
The puppet is made of wood, and its joints are connected by unknown black iron.
Ten people formed a circle, trapping the wooden puppet in the middle.
Countless swords slashed at the wooden puppet crazily, but the wooden puppet did not suffer any damage.
Every time the sword falls on the wooden puppet, a faint pattern of light will appear on the surface of the wooden puppet, completely canceling out the impact.
"This, what is this??"
Sun Mu was shocked. This wooden man of gold could actually withstand the attacks of ten kings in the spirit realm. It was really scary.
"This is...spiritual formation??"
Lin Lang frowned slightly and felt a familiar aura from the wooden puppet. Without the protection of the spiritual formation, the puppet made of wood would not be able to withstand the attacks of ten disciples of the Scarlet Training Hall.
"It's just a puppet. It's probably the guardian of the treasure left by the owner of the tomb. Last time I went to explore Xiaoyao Tomb, the owner of the tomb made a special trip to hide the treasure in the spirit beast's den. In short, I want to get the financial report left by the owner of the tomb.
, you must pass his test.”
Bu Cong continued: "In other words, since there are puppets guarding here, there must be treasures left by Zhenren Ziji!"
Everyone's eyes lit up.
"Then what should we do now? Should we wait until they finish fighting? Or start now?!"
Sun Mu clenched his fists, unable to suppress his excitement.
"Wait a moment... wait until the people from Chilian Palace deal with this puppet, and then we'll go up!"
Although Bu Cong is warlike, he is not willing to expend too much energy. This is because he has heard the observation just now and has seen that there are several difficult characters in Chilian Palace.
If you try now, you may not be able to eat them steadily.
Lin Lang also agreed. He also wanted to take this opportunity to observe more about the puppet's attack methods.
Although the wooden puppet was able to withstand the attacks of the disciples of the Chilian Palace by relying on the spiritual formations carved on its body, the spirit stones embedded in its body soon ran out of energy, and it was hacked by the disciples of the Chilian Palace and lost its mobility.
"Hahahahaha!! This wooden puppet is nothing more than that!"
A bald man headed by the Chilian Palace laughed loudly, smashed the wooden puppet's head with a punch, and then trampled it under his feet.
The wooden puppet could no longer move.
"Big brother! Look what kind of treasure is inside!!"
The disciple of Chilian Palace on the side said eagerly.
The bald man hummed softly, and then took out an exquisite brocade box the size of a palm from the wooden puppet's body.
Just when he reached out to open the brocade box, a cold light shot straight at him.
The bald man's eyes flashed, he stretched out two fingers of his right hand and caught the cold light in his hand.
This is a shining flying knife,
The bald man immediately turned from surprise to joy: "Who am I? You Feiyan Palace dare to..."
The bald man just raised his head, and the surprise on his face turned into astonishment.
Because the person in front of him is not a member of Feiyan Temple who is good at using hidden weapons, but just a disciple who has just learned how to use flying swords. His predecessor is indeed Feiyan Temple.
"Long stay??!"
The bald man had a big mouth. He never expected that it would be Chang Liudian who would attack him.
"Hey, Chiliandian Xiong Xingyu, I have admired your name for a long time!"
Sun Mu cupped his hands and said hello with a smile on his face.
However, the man named Xiong Xingyu did not look directly at Su Mu, but stared closely at Bu Cong beside him, with an excited look on his face.
"What?? You've set your sights on our Chi Lian?? You're not afraid of hurting your teeth!"
In Xiong Xingyu's knowledge, Bucong is still the strongest person in Changliu Palace, and the only one who is qualified to talk to him is Bucong!
"you!!"
Sun Mu was a little angry, but Bu Cong stood at the front.
"That's right, hand over the box obediently. Because I was also a disciple of Chilian Palace in the past, I will let you go."
Lin Lang held his head helplessly. He originally thought that Bu Cong would miss his old relationship and have differences with him. Now it seems that his worries are too much.
"This person is... Bu Cong??"
"This is Bu Cong. I heard that he used to be the number one person in our palace, but he ended up in Changliu."
"Let me go, his figure is too scary. He seems to be stronger than Brother Xiong."
The disciples of Chilian Palace murmured quietly.
Although Bucong left Chilian Palace, the legend about him has been passed down.
When he was still in Chiliandian, his ability surpassed that of all the geniuses in Chiliandian, and he was the well-deserved number one person in Chiliandian!
Xiong Xingyu felt unhappy after hearing everyone's discussion. He was now the boss of Chilian Palace!
"Hmph. Leave it to you? Are you still living in the dream that you are the boss? Times have changed, Bu Cong."
Bu Cong raised his eyebrows slightly.
"So, you are the current boss of Chilian Palace??"
"Humph, so what? If you have the ability, snatch the treasure from my hands. Do you want us to give it up?? Dream on!!"
Xiong Xingyu spat. The disciples of Chilian Palace behind him also started shouting.
Although Chilian Palace is not very strong among the upper temples, it has not fallen to the point of being bullied by little Changliu! Moreover, the only person in Changliu Palace that everyone is afraid of is Bu Cong.
"Brothers, it's time to give in to Senior Cong and understand the horror of our Chilian Palace."
Xiong Xingyu clenched his fists loudly, then picked up the big knife stuck on the ground, and danced with the big knife like a tiger and a tiger.
The rest of the disciples from Chilian Palace also walked towards the people from Changliu Palace with grins.
Changliu?? Humph! It’s just a gathering place for a bunch of scum.
If Chiliandian wants to overthrow Changliudian, isn’t it easy to do so?
"What do you do? This Xiong Xingyu..."
"I'll do it."
Bucong didn't even think about it. As the first person of the new and old generations in Chilian Palace, this contest was naturally inevitable.
"Okay. Xiong Xingyu leaves it to you. We will do the rest!"
Lin Lang nodded and already pulled out the Heavenly Fire Sword in his right hand.
Bu Cong also moved his steps slightly and clenched his fists.
"superior!!!"
Xiong Xingyu on the opposite side was the first to attack. With a kick of his feet, he was in front of Bu Cong in an instant.
Lin Lang turned on his mental clarity and discovered that Xiong Xingyu's aura had reached the sixth level of Wang Lingjing. It was no wonder that he would become the senior brother of Chilian Palace.
Xiong Xingyu's broadsword slashed at Bu Cong. However, Bu Cong didn't dodge, but directly exploded his shirt. The muscles all over his body were beating rapidly, and then he raised his hands high to the sky and caught it.
He hit Xiong Xingyu's sword.
Take the sword with your bare hands!!
Sun Mu's eyes widened and he swallowed unconsciously. Bucong was indeed the same Bucong as before, and his fighting style was still so sharp.
"hey-hey!"
Bu Cong grinned and slammed Xiong Xingyu's sword into his palms. No matter how hard he tried, he could not withdraw his weapon.
"court death!!!"
Xiong Xingyu shouted loudly, and all the spiritual energy in his body exploded. Then he flipped the blade, pried Bu Cong's hands apart, and then slashed at him.
But Bu Cong didn't panic at all. The veins in his fists bulged, and he actually raised his fists and struck Xiong Xingyu's sword together.
Dong dong dong… dong dong dong…
Bu Cong's fist hit the blade of Xiong Xingyu's sword accurately every time, cleverly avoiding the blade.
Xiong Xingyu, on the other hand, was as weak as a fist hitting cotton. No matter how he swung the knife, he couldn't cut the middle bush.
Bu Cong and Xiong Xingyu were at war here, and the others were not idle either.
The nine people from Changliu Hall fought against the nine people from Chilian Hall.
Everyone picked an opponent with a similar level, but generally speaking, the cultivation level of the disciples of Chiliandian was still slightly higher than that of Changliudian.
Lin Lang's opponent was a boy at the fourth level of Wang Lingjing.
The muscles all over his body are also very developed, and at first glance, he looks like Xiong Xingyu.
Lin Lang was confused. Is this Chilian Temple a fitness trend or something? Why are all of them so muscular? Even the loose robes can't cover their powerful muscles.
When the young man opposite saw that Lin Lang's realm was only the first level of Wang Ling realm, he immediately showed a cruel smile.
"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that I was given a soft persimmon in the end. Boy! It's bad luck for you if you meet me. Remember my name. I am..."
Before the young man could finish introducing his name, he saw a flash of silver light before his eyes, and Lin Lang's sword had already come towards him.
"Hmph! Looking for death!!!"
The young man summoned his sword and struck Lin Lang's sword hard.
bite!!!!
The two swords clashed with each other, making an ear-splitting sound, and the ferocious smile on the young man's face lasted for just a second before turning into deep horror.
An incomparable force came, causing the young man's whole body to fly backwards and hit the wall hard.
The young man also passed out on the spot.
The two exchanged just one move, and he was already defeated.
call.
Lin Lang took a long breath. Now it seems that ordinary monks at the fourth and fifth levels of the King's Spirit Realm are no more than his own enemy. Being invincible is really a lonely feeling.
Lin Lang shook his head helplessly and joined the others on the battlefield.
At this time, Lin Lang was like a bad wolf that had broken into the flock of sheep. None of the disciples of the Scarlet Training Hall could take his sword!