diskusbooks Chapter 192 Xuanyuan Divine Sword
Chapter 192 Xuanyuan Divine Sword
Elder Qiao suddenly asked:
"I guess Mr. Yang is here for the mirage too?"
Yang Qing nodded:
"I wonder what 404 plans to do about this?"
Elder Qiao sighed and said:
"We heard that the mirage is related to the Jiao Clan, but we don't know if it's true or not."
Yang Qing didn't say anything, just waited quietly for what was to come.
Sure enough, Elder Qiao continued:
"But this is just a legend, and its authenticity still needs to be verified."
Yang Qing smiled:
"No need to confirm, this matter is indeed related to the Jiao Clan."
Elder Qiao and Elder Dong froze in silence, with complicated expressions on their faces. Although they had been mentally prepared, their hearts were still pounding when it was confirmed!
"If the rumors are true, then all residents of Hai City must evacuate. The Jiao Clan is a demonic tribe. If they enter the city, the consequences will be disastrous."
Elder Dong shook his head:
"Not only Hai City, the entire Lu Province must be evacuated!"
Elder Qiao frowned and finally said:
"Please invite Master Zhang Tianshi from Mount Longhu! Have the Director send letters to all the hidden sects, hoping they can unite their forces."
Elder Dong nodded seriously:
"There is no other way."
The two bowed to Yang Qing and said:
"Mr. Yang, let's go and prepare first. If there is any new information, we will contact you in time."
Yang Qing nodded.
After the two left, Nangong Yan looked at their backs and said:
“I hope they have good news!”
Yang Qing turned his head to look at the sea, and said to Rumo in his sea of consciousness:
"Are you sure about the formation?"
Rumo shook his head:
"No, if they haven't become dragons yet, it might be okay, but now that they have, it's very difficult."
Yang Qing said:
"If I give you the Soul-Snatching Pearl, how long can you trap them? I'll go in, kill the Dragon King and take the Pearl!"
Rumo said anxiously:
"Are you crazy? It's too dangerous for you to go in alone."
Yang Qing smiled:
"Someone has to go in."
Suddenly, Yang Qing's phone rang. Yang Qing picked up the phone and it turned out to be Xiao Fan. As soon as the call was connected, Xiao Fan's excited voice came:
"The fourth map appears!"
Yang Qing frowned slightly:
"where is it?"
Xiao Fan chuckled:
"On the dark web, that person thought I only had one map, so he took a photo of it and uploaded it to me. Now we have all four maps. I'll send it to you so you can see where the location is."
After saying that, the map sent by Xiao Fan appeared on Yang Qing's mobile phone. Yang Qing did not dare to delay for a moment and immediately put the four maps together.
Yang Qing always felt that this was unreal and too dramatic. The fourth piece of map was obtained so easily!
"Where is this?"
Rumo also stared at the map and suddenly said:
"This is Lanruo Temple in Tiantai Mountain!"
Yang Qing asked:
"sure?"
Rumo looked at it for a while and said:
"Sure!"
Yang Qing said happily:
"This is the inheritance of an ancient cultivator. It may contain exquisite techniques. I want to go to Lanruo Temple in Tiantai Mountain."
Rumo said:
"What about here?"
Yang Qing said:
"There are still four days before the secret realm opens, so you should be able to make it in time! Just in case you stay, I'll leave you the Soul-Snatching Orb."
After taking out the soul-capturing bead and wrapping its aura with spiritual energy, Yang Qing handed it to Rumo.
"I'm leaving now, tell Ao Xue!"
After saying that, Yang Qing stepped on the flying sword, and with a flash of sword light, it streaked across the sky like a meteor and rushed towards Tiantai Mountain. Tiantai Mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, with towering ancient trees, like a fairyland.
Lanruo Temple is nestled in a small basin at the top of a mountain, nestled among the forest. Its eaves and corners evoke a sense of antiquity. Under the moonlight, the temple gate is half-closed, casting a dim glow that adds a touch of mystery.
Yang Qingqing landed in front of the temple and saw that the temple was very quiet. Only the occasional sound of the wind and the sound of monks chanting in the distance mixed together to create an atmosphere that was otherworldly.
He walked slowly into the temple, and every step seemed to be stepping on the long river of history. Every brick and tile of the ancient temple seemed to be telling the stories of thousands of years ago.
Yang Qing took a look at the map and walked towards the southwest of Lanruo Temple. The map marked that the ancient heritage was under a huge rock about 100 meters southwest.
Just as Yang Qing passed by the temple gate, an old voice echoed in Yang Qing's mind:
"Donor! Please stay!"
Yang Qing paused, "Spiritual transmission?" He immediately looked towards the temple gate. It was empty. Just when Yang Qing thought he had misheard, the voice rang out again:
"Donor, please come to the Zen room for a chat!"
This time Yang Qing was sure that it was not his hallucination, and immediately looked up at the temple gate again, but there was still no one there. Suddenly Yang Qing narrowed his eyes, and saw a transparent figure coming out of the temple gate, which seemed to be there and not there, and could not be seen clearly.
"Donor, please follow me!"
The figure actually put his hands together in front of Yang Qing, turned around and walked into the temple. Yang Qing hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed.
The figure moved back and forth in the temple, and finally stopped at the door of a meditation room:
"Master, the destined person has arrived!"
An old voice came out:
"come in!"
The door of the Zen room creaked open slowly, and the figure bowed slightly to Yang Qing and said:
"Donor, please come in!"
Yang Qing took a look inside the room. In his consciousness, he saw an old monk with a white beard meditating inside. However, the old monk seemed to be wrapped in a mist. Yang Qing's consciousness could not penetrate the mist. Yang Qing stepped in, and the door of the meditation room creaked shut behind him.
Yang Qing walked slowly to the old monk, who had a kind face and was meditating with his eyes closed.
"Predestined one, please sit down!"
Yang Qing took a look and saw only a cushion on the ground and no other chairs.
Yang Qing did not hesitate and sat cross-legged on the cushion.
The old monk opened his eyes slightly, smiled and said:
"Are you here for the inheritance?"
Yang Qing replied:
"Exactly!"
The old monk sighed:
"After 3000 years, I finally waited for you!"
Yang Qing frowned slightly:
"Wait? You knew I would come?"
The old monk put his hands together:
"Amitabha! On the day Master Yan ascended to heaven, he passed down a message that someone would come to retrieve his Xuanyuan Sword 3000 years later! I have been waiting for you here for 3000 years!"
Yang Qing stared at the old monk. What a joke, 3000 years?
Knowing that Yang Qing didn't believe it, the old monk didn't get angry:
"Amitabha, monks do not tell lies!"
Yang Qing asked:
"Where is the Xuanyuan Sword now?"
The old monk smiled:
"Far away, yet so close!"
Yang Qing was shocked and stared at the old monk with wide eyes. The old monk was almost laughed out loud by his look:
"My dear, look here!"
The old monk waved his hand, and a sword box suddenly appeared in front of Yang Qing!
Yang Qing took a puzzled look and thought, is it the sword box again?
The old monk put his hands together:
"This is the Xuanyuan Divine Sword. It weighs 80 kilograms. When separated, it becomes 108 flying swords. When combined, it becomes an invincible giant sword! It is an ancient divine weapon!"
The old monk's face suddenly darkened and he said:
"Hold your breath, concentrate, and release your spiritual consciousness! I will teach you the art of sword control!"
In an instant, Yang Qing felt a powerful pressure pouring down on him, making him unable to move at all!