The strongest system of the Three Kingdoms in the last days

Chapter 553 One Seal, One Rope, One Cover

Two days ago, Dao Wuming was seriously injured and lost his resistance, and fell into the hands of Tianhe Sword Sect.

Falling directly from a high-ranking master to a prisoner, this strong contrast once made him extremely ashamed and angry; especially thinking of the scene where he was defeated without any resistance, the whole person wanted to take his life directly.

The magic weapon was taken!

The one who defeated him was a young man who looked like he was only in his twenties!
Dao Wuming had never suffered such a huge blow, even when he was in the sect, he was an existence admired by countless disciples.

He wanted to die, but he still couldn't do it.

Moreover, the captors didn't kill him either. Besides imprisoning his Yuanli, they also gave him healing pills.

However, after two days of cultivation, Dao Wuming's unreconciled heart gradually calmed down, and when he recalled the experience of Fan Tianyin being refined by that mysterious young man again, he even felt horrified.

The thing that has been passed down in the sect has come true!
Dao Wuming felt incredible.

Now that he was summoned to this meeting hall, he faced the mysterious young man who defeated him again. He had already learned some information about the other party in the past two days.

Maybe the other party leaked it on purpose.

Dao Wuming took a deep breath, seeing the puzzled look on the other party's face, he no longer wanted to hide anything, and said with a wry smile: "City Master Du, the reason why this old man is an abandoned disciple of Kunlun is because he came from the sect and secretly escaped."

"Furthermore, that Fantian seal was also brought out by the old man from the sect!"

"Speak clearly."

Du Yun frowned and said.

Sensing the impatience on Du Yun's face, Dao Wuming didn't dare to continue talking nonsense, and immediately honestly explained his identity and the subsequent situation of the sect in detail.

It turned out that in the endless Kunlun Mountains in New Province, there had been a sect named "Kunlun School" since before the end of the world.

But this Kunlun school is different from the Kunlun school in martial arts novels.

It is even more mysterious than the ten major forces in Beihu Province. Its sect address is not covered by a large formation, but is completely in an independent space opened up by the powerful.

The mighty man is the founding father of the Kunlun School, and his strength is unknown.

And because of the independent space, even if the whole world is in a state of absolute communication, there is vitality in the space, and the Kunlun School has a long heritage for this.

Even, in the Kunlun School, there are existences beyond the great masters!

After hearing these secrets told by Dao Wuming, although Du Yun's face was calm, he was extremely shocked in his heart.

He never thought that such a powerful and mysterious force exists in the world, which can open up an independent space, and its cultivation is definitely at least in the realm of Faxiang!
It's just that since the Kunlun faction has such great strength, why is there no sign of its sect's disciples after the sky change?

There was a hint of doubt in Du Yun's eyes, and he uttered the question.

Dao Wuming didn't hide anything, and explained: "My Kunlun sect has a long tradition, perhaps thousands of years, but I'm afraid even the current sect can't determine how long it is."

"It's just that since the establishment of the sect, there have been sect orders passed down. From the sect master, elders, down to the disciples of the sect, none of them can leave the independent space, and no one dares to violate it."

"And the moment the independent space was established, it was completely cut off from the outside world. It is impossible to break through the space and appear in the secular world without holding the three treasures of the sect!"

"The Three Treasures of the Zongmen? But the Three Treasures?"

Du Yun asked.

Dao Wuming replied: "Fantian Seal, Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover and Immortal Binding Rope are all magic treasures left by the founding father of our Kunlun School. The elders take turns taking care of it.”

"Oh? If that's the case, is the founder of your Kunlun Sect called Yuanshi Tianzun?"

"This... City Lord Du may have misunderstood. I, the founder of the Kunlun School, have no name to pass down except for a picture scroll left behind."

Hearing Du Yun's words, a look of embarrassment flashed across Dao Wuming's face, and he continued to explain: "Besides, my Kunlun faction has nothing to do with that myth and legend, maybe it's just because some lucky people accidentally learned of the existence of my Kunlun faction. Make up a story!"

Du Yun nodded, expressing his understanding.

But immediately, the aura of the great master in the late stage broke out on him, and he stared at Dao Wuming coldly.

"Hmph, since there are three Supreme Elders taking turns guarding the Three Treasures of the Zongmen, don't tell me that these three Supreme Elders are only master-level, and they can easily steal the Fantian Seal!"

"Moreover, if one of the Three Treasures was stolen, how could it be that after such a long time, no one from the Kunlun Sect came to look for you?"

Dao Wuming's body was already in a weak state at this moment, and after being suppressed by Grandmaster Du Yun's later stage momentum, the huge pressure shrouded in his body suddenly made him short of breath.

Click!

Accompanied by cracking sounds, cracks also covered the entire chair.

Dao Wuming didn't want to die, so he forced himself to explain in a hurry.

"City Master Du misunderstood that because the old man was an elder from the Kunlun School who was in charge of refining weapons, even though he was a master at the time, he had the opportunity to go to the Patriarch Hall to visualize the three treasures of the sect in order to improve his level of refining weapons."

"So in order to leave the independent space, the old man specially refined a imitation Fantian Seal, and took advantage of the Supreme Elder not paying attention, and then broke through the space and came to the secular world."

"Since it is one of the three treasures of the sect, does the suzerain of the Kunlun sect just let you take Fan Tianyin away without doing anything?"

"This... the old man really doesn't know!"

At this point, Dao Wuming couldn't explain anymore, and his pale face showed helplessness.

But at this moment, the huge pressure covering him quickly receded, and the oppressive atmosphere in the room immediately eased.

Du Yun looked at Dao Wuming who was panting continuously, and said calmly: "Trust what you said for now, then tell me all the information and martial arts that you, the elder of the Kunlun sect, have mastered."

"City Master Du, don't worry, the old man will definitely not hide anything!"

Dao Wuming breathed a sigh of relief and cooperated with Dao very much.

……

Not to mention what happened in the meeting hall of the City Lord's Mansion in Huangtu City.

In a mysterious space, there is a room full of solemnity and solemnity, the door is closed, and a starry sky ink painting is hung on the wall facing the door.

In the painting, there is a mysterious man with long flowing hair, wearing white clothes and a purple belt around his waist. Although his back is to the painting, it does not affect his terrifying aura that stretches across the nine heavens and ten earths and overwhelms the stars in the universe.

At the feet of the mysterious man, there is a golden dragon that occupies most of the scroll and its body stretches across the endless starry sky.

The giant dragon opened its mouth, as if roaring, and the dragon's eyes also revealed the invincible meaning of looking down on the world!

Looking down the picture scroll, there is a table with a long jade rope coiled in a circle, and next to it is a bell-shaped object with nine dragons scattered around it.

And in front of the table, a boy who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, with a Daoji on, closed his eyes slightly, sitting cross-legged on a futon.

(End of this chapter)