Chapter 140  The Whole Mausoleum Is Filled with the Sound of Cracking Steles

There are many people in the world who are unwilling to have Xuanyuan Taihua return, especially the Daoist sect, because once Xuanyuan Taihua returns, it will shake the Daoist sect's position as the number one sect in the Tang Dynasty.

Thus, the embarrassing scene now appeared.

Although everyone in the Daoist sect does not want Taihua Sword Immortal to return, the sword she inserted on the Daoist Mausoleum is like a stick in her throat. She originally wanted to pull it out quickly, but now it is necessary to stop Fang Lang from pulling it out. sword.

It's ridiculous to think about it, and people can't help laughing.

Time passed bit by bit, and seven days passed without knowing it.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Zhenshi and others were all looking up at the night sky. They seemed to be able to feel the passage of time. As soon as the time came, Zhao Zhenshi would immediately stop Fang Lang and drive Fang Lang out of Dao Mausoleum, so that he could no longer pull out sword.

At the foot of the mountain, the atmosphere became serious.

Huang Zhihe, who was supported by Ni Wen, squinted his eyes, and there was also a breath flowing slowly in his body.

He planned to buy Fang Lang a moment to draw his sword.

The night is dark, and the thousand-step cloud ladder is hidden in the night, and above the mountain peak, it seems that there are black clouds covering it, blocking everyone's vision.

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Inside the Dao Mausoleum, in the depths.

Before Duanbeibeilu, there was a dead silence.

On the narrow mountain road, disciples of the Daoist sect wearing blue robes crowded together, and each other's eyes were filled with disbelief and shock, staring at the young man holding the handle of the Lianhui sword.

The Lianhui Sword has unpredictable power. They tried to pull out the sword, but basically no one could pull it out, because the sword was so heavy that it couldn't be pulled out at all.

Therefore, these disciples were very curious, how could Fang Lang move?

What is so different about Fang Lang from them?

Although Fang Lang is a sword cultivator, many of the Dao Dao sect's disciples have secondary sword cultivators, such as An Fan, who is a third-rank sword cultivator.

However, they touched the hilt of the sword, as if they were facing a vast world.

Just like they faced the mausoleum left by the first generation to the head of Taoism, if they want to get a gift, they have to solve the monument and solve the puzzles in the monument.

Therefore, they believed that even if Fang Lang could draw his sword, he would not be able to draw it in a short time.

Soon, however, they discovered they were wrong.

But before seeing the broken monument.

Fang Lang held the hilt of the Lianhui sword, and with the roar of the sword that tore through the silence of Daoling, the Lianhui sword that seemed to be rooted in the broken stele was pulled out bit by bit.

Time seems to disappear in the flow of gravel in the inverted hourglass, and drawing the sword out of the monument seems to make these vanished gravel return to the hourglass bit by bit.

This sword seemed to stir up time.

Everyone was in a trance for a while, feeling that Fang Lang drew his sword, it seemed like a moment had passed, and it seemed like a long time had passed!

Fang Lang's feeling of drawing his sword was the most profound.

His body collected the sword energy from the three hundred and sixty mausoleum steles. At this moment, it was like an ancient volcano that had been deposited for millions of years. The moment it was activated, it erupted instantly.

Three hundred and sixty sword qi gushed out from the cyclone in Fang Lang's dantian, and penetrated into the Lianhui sword, like the three souls and six souls of a person returning to their original body!

Rumble!

Fang Lang only felt that the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, and that everything in the world was changing.

An inexplicable sword intent showed a picture in Fang Lang's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness like opening up the world!

...

Fang Lang pulled the Lianhui sword out of the Broken Stele little by little.

The moment when the tip of Lian Huijian pulled out the broken monument.

All around, there was crackling, crackling sounds like roasted beans, which could not stop resounding. In the mausoleum of the great road, every mausoleum tablet was cracking, and a crack appeared.

It was as if there was a sword that shattered three hundred and sixty tombstones at the same time!

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Phantom, this is the phantom that Lian Huijian fed back to him!

But Fang Lang recalled the phantom images of countless tombstones covered with cracks, and he seemed to be crying in his heart.

If the sword is drawn, the mausoleum will be destroyed.

If things go on like this, does Fang Lang feel that he can really walk out of this mausoleum?

Xuanyuan Taihua used the mausoleum stele of 360 Dao mausoleums to store this lotus sword.

This is cutting off the roots of Daozong.

But now, Fang Lang is already on the verge of an arrow, and has no choice but to send it.

If you don't pull this sword, you have to pull it out.

Clang!

The sword body was pulled out from the Broken Stele, like a big tree that was rooted in the ground was pulled out alive!

Countless roots and branches were broken!

And those roots and branches are connected to every mausoleum stele!

With a crisp sound, the Lianhui sword was pulled out by Fang Lang with both hands, and the sharp tip of the sword pointed at the sky.

Outside the stele hut, disciples of the Daoist sect in blue robes looked in shock at Fang Lang who easily drew his sword.

They seem as heavy as the lotus sword that contains a world. In Fang Lang's hands, it's like a swordsman easily pulling out a sword stuck in the soft soil.

The comparison gap is huge!

Suddenly, a bright and eye-catching light, at this moment, burst out from the blade of Zilian Huijian, like an extremely bright star, shining its brilliance on the earth wantonly!

The entire top of Dao Mausoleum was covered by this light.

Below the foot of the mountain, one can only see the light above the top of the mountain, illuminating the entire night!

The disciples of the Dao Sect in front of Beilu only felt that a doomsday crisis was approaching, as if the entire Dao Mausoleum was about to collapse.

Fang Lang's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he saw a wave of sword intent sweeping through Lian Hui's sword.

It was like a gust of wind blowing over the hills and across the entire Taoist mausoleum.

This is the sword intent in Lianhui Sword.

Fang Lang vaguely seemed to see a phantom behind him, which was the phantom of Xuanyuan Taihua. With a flick of his fingers, the Lianhui sword trembled slightly.

A sword intent that seemed to flow backwards in time burst out from Lianhui's sword.

What cracks, what collapses, what the collapse of the Taoist mausoleum, are all suppressed at this moment, in the sword intent of turning back time.

Like a sword, time travels back.

Everything returned to its original state, only the sound of the breeze and drizzle, and the rustling of bamboo leaves like waves.

The Lianhui Sword is simple and unremarkable, restraining all the strangeness, but the terrifying power contained in it makes Fang Lang's heart jump.

The cold rain slapped on Fang Lang's skin, making Fang Lang tremble, and glanced around.

Everything is intact, the mausoleum has never collapsed because of him drawing his sword.

So, is everything really an illusion?

However, Fang Lang felt...that's not the case!

He glanced at the Lianhui sword in his hand. The Lianhui sword was very ordinary. Unlike the Liansheng sword, the Lianhui sword was covered with tiny gaps, like carvings.

However, in these gaps, starting from the hilt of the sword, Fang Lang can see a touch of mercury-like energy slowly filling the gaps, trying to fill the gaps of the entire sword.

Like time leaking in an hourglass.

It seems to be... counting down!

Fang Lang's eyes were fixed, his scalp was numb, he had to leave the Dao Sect quickly, as long as he ran fast, the destruction of the mausoleum was not his fault.

Fang Lang put the Lianhui sword into the sword box, keeping his expression unchanged, as calm as water, and then walked out of Duanbeibeilu.

An Fan and a group of disciples of Dao Dao Sect were in a daze. They seemed to be facing some great terror just now, but in an instant, these great terrors disappeared again.

"The sword has been pulled out, too much nagging, I should leave now and go to the next stop."

Fang Lang kept calm and calm on his face, and bowed his hands towards the disciples of Dao Dao Sect.

Afterwards, he strode out in big strides, hurriedly set foot on the stone ladder, and left the mausoleum quickly.

On the narrow mountain road, in the hazy night, only An Fan and other Daoist disciples looked at the broken monument with complex expressions.

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There was a gentle breeze, and the sound of bamboo leaves churning like a sea resounded endlessly.

At the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Zhenshi frowned, looked up, he counted, seven days had already arrived.

Like the last grain of sand in an hourglass.

Zhao Zhenshi's eyes narrowed, and his Taoist robe flicked, and then his figure soared into the sky, and he climbed the ladder, as if he had performed a superb light kung fu, and he walked up a thousand steps of the ladder in three steps!

However, just as he was about to enter the Dao Mausoleum to expel Fang Lang, he saw Fang Lang walking out of the entrance of the Dao Mausoleum.

The breeze drizzles slightly.

Fang Lang was wearing a white shirt and carrying a sword box, which was extremely conspicuous in the dark night.

Zhao Zhenshi obviously didn't expect that Fang Lang was already planning to walk out of Da Dao Mausoleum. He stared at Fang Lang, his eyes turned, and fell on the sword box on Fang Lang's back.

In the sword box, I saw the very familiar hilt of the Lianhui sword!

How could Zhao Zhenshi admit his mistake for the handle of the Lianhui sword that had been inserted on the broken stele for more than ten years!

"You drew your sword?"

Zhao Zhenshi asked.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he pulled out a sword that had been stuck in Dao Zong Ru's throat for more than ten years?

So, is this Xuanyuan Taihua's arrangement?

Only those who are destined can draw the sword?

Is everything in Xuanyuan Taihua's scheme?

Zhao Zhenshi stared at Fang Lang, and an unknown fire surged in his heart for no reason. The majestic Taoist sect was being played around by Xuanyuan Taihua.

"Pull it out."

Fang Lang said.

Zhao Zhenshi looked at Fang Lang at the same level, and the breeze was blowing their clothes.

The sword that had been inserted in the Dao sect for more than ten years was pulled out by the young man in front of him, as if it was destined to be pulled out by this young man.

Zhao Zhenshi stared at Fang Lang, thinking about the battle between heaven and man.

The head teacher Zhao Longshi is not here, should he let Fang Lang take this lotus sword and leave Daozong?

At this moment, he is only an inch away from Fang Lang. If he makes a move, Fang Lang will definitely not be able to escape, and he will definitely be suppressed and captured by him!

Fang Lang looked at Zhao Zhenshi, keeping his heart beating smoothly.

The two looked at each other, and their eyes seemed to be two dragons behind the clouds, breaking through the clouds and roaring at each other.

Zhao Zhenshi took the lead to look away. He looked at the cloud-shrouded Dao Mausoleum, as if he wanted to see what was wrong with the Dao Mausoleum after he drew his sword.

"Xuanyuan Taihua planted this sword in the Dao Mausoleum, the sacred place of my Dao Sect, for more than ten years, but the purpose is still unknown."

"You said, what is it for?"

Zhao Zhenshi asked.

Fang Lang smiled: "How can I, as a disciple, know what Master has done?"

"I only know that the master asked me to draw the sword, so I will draw it."

Zhao Zhenshi was silent for a long time.

Turn slightly.

And Fang Lang bowed: "Thank you, senior."

Afterwards, he strode out of the area of ​​Dao Dao Mausoleum, and floated down from the ladder under the eyes of many disciples of Dao Dao Sect at the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Zhenshi did not follow Fang Lang, but looked at the many disciples of the Daoist sect who walked out of the Daoist Mausoleum.

He looked at An Fan, who was the leader, and asked, "What's unusual in Dao Ling?"

An Fan bowed and shook his head: "There is nothing unusual, everything is fine, except... the sword was drawn."

Zhao Zhenshi was in a trance for a while.

Could it be that Xuanyuan Taihua put his sword in the Dao Mausoleum for more than ten years, and really...did nothing?

impossible!

Zhao Zhenshi frowned slightly.

And Fang Lang fell at the foot of the mountain, and all the disciples of the Dao Sect looked at Fang Lang complicatedly, looking at this young man who overwhelmed half of the Dao Sect disciples and made the entire Dao Sect turbulent.

Ni Wen supported Huang Zhihe and looked at Fang Lang who was walking from the crowd.

Huang Zhihe's face was full of smiles.

Fang Lang came to them with a smile on his face.

"Let's go."

Fang Lang smiled and said in a low voice.

Huang Zhihe was startled.

The face that looked like old bark of withered vines suddenly trembled, and his eyes turned to Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji understood immediately, and called out the carriage. Ni Wen helped Huang Zhihe into the carriage, and Fang Lang got into the carriage unhurriedly.

"drive!"

Without hesitation, Zhao Wou-ki flicked the rein.

The carriage didn't fly away directly, but the wheels turned and slowly moved forward along the ancient blue brick road of the Dao Dao Sect.

The top of the thousand-step ladder.

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Zhenshi looked down at the carriage slowly driving out of the gate of the Dao Sect, even if it was going down the stairs, it was like driving on flat ground.

Suddenly.

Zhao Zhenshi said: "It's getting late today, why don't you all stay in my Daozong, and let my Daozong do its best as a landlord."

In the carriage, Huang Zhihe's old laughter suddenly resounded.

"No need."

Zhao Zhenshi frowned slightly, he always felt uneasy, he shouldn't let Fang Lang draw his sword and leave so easily.

Moreover, there seems to be something wrong with the hurried appearance of Fang Lang and others.

Zhao Zhenshi looked back for the third time and looked inside the Dao Mausoleum. He stepped into the Dao Mausoleum, then stepped on the stone steps, and soon came to the first stele.

Looking at the tombstone left by the first Taoist leader, Zhao Zhenshi stretched out his hand and caressed it.

Click!

And the moment Zhao Zhenshi caressed it, a pair of eyes seemed to open suddenly inside the extremely smooth mausoleum, a surge of sword intent was dissipated by the realization of terror, Zhao Zhenshi subconsciously trembled.

Then, with the sound of the breeze blowing and the sound of the bamboo sea churning, there was a crackling sound in the stele hut.

But I saw that the mausoleum was cracked.

The crack went from top to bottom, and finally stopped at Zhao Zhenshi's palm.

Zhao Zhenshi withdrew his hand as if touching a hot potato.

I didn't do it!

Zhao Zhenshi's eyes flickered with disbelief.

Afterwards, he ran out of the stele hut, raised his eyes and looked at the Dao Mausoleum in the vast night.

Click, click, click...

The field of vision passes by.

One after another, cracks appeared in the mausoleum steles that were shrouded in the stele hut.

It's like, a mausoleum is shattered at a glance!

Zhao Zhenshi was at a loss for a while, was it because he caressed the tombstone of the first Taoist head?

No!

Every inch of Zhao Zhenshi's body was trembling.

He stepped out step by step, as if shrinking the ground into an inch, and stepped out of Dao Mausoleum in an instant, his eyes were full of madness and crimson.

He stared at the foot of the mountain, the carriage that was slowly driving to the gate of Daodaozong Mountain.

"Please stay!"

The sound exploded and echoed in Tongtian Mountain.

And the carriage that was originally slow, after listening to Zhao Zhenshi's words, the speed suddenly soared, and it galloped away towards the outside of the mountain gate.