Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 222
Bei Zhilan's heart for the common people and awe-inspiring righteousness are facts recognized by the Kunlun community many years ago. He has done a lot for the Kunlun community and is respected and admired by many people.

As time passed, more and more people began to disapprove of his approach, and the former awe-inspiring righteousness has gradually become pedantic.

For example, Tang Ge, such as Jing Lu, did not agree with his approach, and now even Bai Yu began to criticize this respected elder of the sect.

Bei Zhilan said in the voice transmission that Bai Yu and others were imprisoned for their own good, but he didn't say the specific reason.

Bai Yu vaguely guessed, but the more he thought about it, the colder he felt in his heart, and the more uneasy he became.

Wu Cangyu woke up from the healing process, opened his eyes and saw Baiyu with a sad face, and then asked: "What happened?"

Bai Yu frowned slightly, then leaned close to Wu Cangyu's ear, and told him all about the sound transmission with Bei Zhilan just now.

Hearing this, Wu Cangyu frowned. After a moment, he looked at Baiyu and said, "Did you detect anything with the talisman you released?"

Bai Yuli nodded slightly and said: "There is a strange sword energy appearing in the ruins of the ancient battlefield, and it is not far from us, it seems to be..."

Wu Cangyu said directly: "There is someone coming from the ghost world."

Bai Yu nodded solemnly.

Wu Cangyu said again: "Even if someone comes from the ghost world, why does he imprison us? Is it to protect us from being killed by the strong ghost world?"

Bai Yu's eyes drooped slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "If that's the case, why did I hear that I was the only one imprisoned in Chaoling Valley?"

Wu Cangyu glanced over the people who were meditating or cultivating with their eyes closed. These people are the leaders of the younger generation of each sect, and they are the future top forces of each sect.

If it is said that they are imprisoned by ghosts or strong ghosts, at least it makes sense.

Wu Cangyu suddenly thought of something, and looked at Bai Yu, both of them were shocked, and a terrible idea was born in their minds.

Bai Yu's palms trembled slightly, his bright eyes flickered, and he didn't want to believe the truth he guessed at all.

Wu Cangyu patted her arm, shook his head slightly, and signaled her not to think too much, everything was not out of hand yet.

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The ghost realm practitioners headed by Xihou temporarily reached a reconciliation with the strong men in the phaseless realm of each sect, and agreed to work together to find the last and greatest opportunity to find the ruins of the ancient battlefield.

They act separately, but they are not too far apart. The practitioners in the ghost world even hide their aura to avoid unnecessary disputes caused by being discovered by other practitioners.

Bei Zhilan opened his eyes from under a certain snow-covered cliff. He sat cross-legged and looked up at the sky that was about to turn white. Confusion appeared in his eyes, but then disappeared.

He sighed softly, then got up and disappeared directly in place, and when he reappeared, he was in a canyon thousands of feet away.

A figure stood in the canyon between the two mountains. The clouds and swords on the skirt of the clothes swayed gently with the wind. Tu Mo had been standing here for a long time, and he was slightly surprised to see Bei Zhilan appearing in front of him.

"Old Bei."

Tu Mo gave a symbolic greeting, then raised his head and continued to look at the sky that was getting brighter.

Bei Zhilan smiled faintly, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, also looked up at the sky and said: "You and I know the heart of the ghost world, so we have to guard against it."

Tu Mo glanced at him and said, "Of course, Mr. Bei came to me to talk about this, right?"

Bei Zhilan suppressed her smile, and said with dark eyes: "Junior Brother Tu must not be used by the ghost world."

Tu Mo was startled, and the astonishment in his eyes disappeared in an instant. He turned his head to look at Bei Zhilan and said, "What do you mean?"

Bei Zhilan said: "Don't you understand?"

Tu Mo's eyes were slightly cold and he said, "I don't understand."

Bei Zhilan said: "Yan Fengyao appeared in the ruins of the ancient battlefield. I also know about this. He has met you, and I also know about it. There is no need to make it clear, right?"

Tu Mo lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time before saying, "What do you want to do?"

Bei Zhilan said: "The old man just wants to remind Junior Brother Tu not to go astray, after all, the ghost world is our great enemy."

Tu Mo was silent again, and the silence lasted longer, until the sky was completely occupied by skylight, and he said, "Why do you want to cooperate with them again?"

Bei Zhilan said: "Without them, we couldn't find that last chance, and without us, they couldn't find it either."

A strange color flashed in Tu Mo's eyes. He stared at Bei Zhilan and said, "Where is that place?"

Bei Zhilan looked into the depths of the sky, as if he could see through the clouds and vicissitudes of the past, and the scene of countless years ago seemed to be clearly presented in front of his eyes.

After a long time, he said: "That is the last battlefield and the most tragic place."

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This is the interior of a certain mountain in the ruins of the ancient battlefield.

A few days ago, Li Yan and Li Daodao found this place, walked in from an extremely hidden cave, walked through the winding and long mountain passage, and came to such a space inside the mountain.

This experience reminded them of the situation in Dengyun Cave.

The space in this mountain is like a big bowl turned upside down, the inside is extremely empty, only there is a very rough stone platform in the deepest part, and on the stone platform is a dead bone that has turned gray.

The dead bones did not fall apart, and they still maintained a cross-legged posture. They could no longer identify their identities. In front of the dead bones, there were a few strangely shaped black stones, without a trace of luster, as if they might be weathered at any time.

The dead bones that appeared here must have been people more than 1000 years ago, but what surprised Li Yan and Li Daodao was that the dead bones did not weather into dust.

There are only two possibilities to achieve such an effect. This person has practiced the supreme body-refining martial arts in his life, or he is already a great practitioner in the Taiqing realm, so he can keep his bones intact.

Li Yan and Li Daodao had been sitting cross-legged in front of the dead wood for several days to comprehend it, and finally noticed the strangeness. The source of the strangeness was not the dead bone, but a few stones scattered on the ground.

Li Dao Dao found nothing, so he simply got up and stood aside, his breath restrained to the extreme, without any sense of existence.

Li Yan was using the Heaven Purifying Technique, and the black mist-like Qi enveloped those strange-shaped stones. This had lasted for many days, until streaks of black light burst out from the stones.

A strange and majestic aura spread, spreading to every corner of the cave.

Li Yan stood up solemnly, then knelt down on the ground respectfully, and at the same time, a pious voice came out: "The disciple of the younger generation, Li Yan, pays homage to the ancestor."

Li Dao Dao was still calm, as if nothing could disturb his state of mind, even though that withered bone was the founder of Tanlang Temple.

Several rays of black light gathered together, and the true energy fluctuated, forming an ethereal black shadow, and then gradually transformed into a human form.

The phantom in human form is condescending, as if overlooking everything in the world, although it is just a phantom without deterrent power, it still has a domineering tendency to look down on the world.

He is Luan Ge, the patriarch of the Tanlang Temple.

Li Yan still knelt down piously on the ground.

Li Daodao still watched this scene calmly.

Luan Ge's illusory eyes fell on Li Yan, who exuded a very familiar aura, which was the true energy cultivated by Jingtian Kungfu.

"Are you the descendant of my Tanlang Palace?"

Although it has gone through thousands of years, his voice is still calm and firm.

Li Yan pressed his head against the ground and said, "The disciple is the No. 20 generation disciple of Tanlang Hall, Li Yan."

"Li Yan..."

Luan Ge's voice became softer, and he never thought that he would meet the descendants of Tanlang Palace after thousands of years.

He whispered Li Xian's name several times, and then said: "The fact that you can find the place where I died also shows that my life in Tanlang Palace should not be cut off."

Li Yan raised her head and looked at Luan Ge with a look of excitement.

Luan Ge flicked his fingers, and a black light shot towards Li Yan, who stretched out his hand to catch it, and the black light dissipated, revealing a piece of black jade.

The jade bi, which looks ordinary, is extremely thick and exudes a cold aura, and countless complicated and difficult words are engraved on it.

Holding the black jade in both hands, Li Yan lost his mind for a while, and at a certain moment, he suddenly said in horror: "Could this be the holy object Jingtian Book recorded in the palace records?"

Luan Ge nodded in satisfaction, with uncontrollable admiration in his eyes.

Li Yan's hands trembled slightly, and he said excitedly: "The Jingtian Book not only has the power of a holy object, but also records the secrets of the Tanlang Temple and a top-level martial arts at the holy level, even the establishment of the Tanlang Temple. It is also closely related to this Jingtian book."

Luan Ge's eyes became more and more appreciative, and he looked at Li Yan and said, "You know a lot, you little guy, get up and talk."

Li Yan got up slowly, unable to take his eyes off the Jingtian book.

Luan Ge flicked his fingers again, and a black light fell into Li Yan's eyebrows, and countless messages poured in, which were about the control of the holy object Jing Tian Shu and the cultivation experience of that martial arts.

Li Xian's ecstasy, this is the most precious wealth, which can save him from many detours in his cultivation.

Luan Ge's eyes moved away from Li Yan and fell on Li Daodao, who had been calm all this time. He said, "With such a calm and indifferent look, I really can't imagine what you have been through."

Li Daodao said: "I have seen the senior."

He just said something plainly, without any movement, and no sign of respect could be heard.

Luan Ge said: "I can sense the sword energy on your body, are you a disciple of the Twelve Swords?"

Li Daodao said: "The Twelve Sword Gates have been destroyed for a thousand years."

Luan Ge was slightly surprised: "Is it the disaster of the Seven Stars?"

Li Daodao said: "The double disaster of the unprecedented battle and the seven-star disaster."

Luan Ge let out a long sigh, glanced over at Li Yan, feeling a little relieved, fortunately Tanlang Hall was not affected.

He looked at Li Daodao again and said: "During the great battle in the past, an old friend of the Twelve Swordsmen left something for me before he died. You are also a swordsman practitioner, so I will give you a good fortune. .”

A sharp sword light flashed out from the phantom of the black light. The sword light was like a silver thread. It seemed weak, but it exuded brilliant power.

Li Daodao reached out to catch it, and a short but sharp silver sword appeared in his real body.

(End of this chapter)