Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger
Chapter 138 The sword energy is approaching in the mausoleum
The whole world is silent.
At the foot of the mountain, a pair of eyes pierced through the curling clouds like sharp knives, and saw the boy in white standing quietly on the top of the thousand-step ladder, leaning on a sword.
The young man was dripping with sweat, but leaning on his sword and overlooking the mountain, he looked like a king patrolling thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
At this moment, everyone froze.
Even An Fan, who was the closest to the top of the thousand-step ladder, raised his head slightly, looking up at the young man who was close at hand, even though the young man's cultivation was not as good as his, even though the young man's combat power was not as good as his.
However, at this very moment, the young man seemed to be shining brightly.
Half of the Dao Sect's disciples were suppressed by a young man!
At this moment, the boy is like the brightest star!
At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Zhenshi took a deep breath, his face was full of regret, the worst result finally happened.
This young man actually suppressed An Fan and other geniuses of the fourth rank of the Dao Sect, and arrived at the Dao Mausoleum first!
Zhao Zhenshi was very disappointed, and he was furious with the disciples of Dao Dao Sect!
However, it is useless to be disappointed. Fang Lang arrived at Da Dao Mausoleum. He also expected this situation. However, he originally wanted to use the rules to wipe out Fang Lang, but he never thought that Fang Lang would step on it. Following the rules, he stepped on the heads of all the disciples of Dao Dao Sect.
Of course, Zhao Zhenshi also saw a terrible tenacity from Fang Lang.
This young man doesn't look like a genius at all, because many geniuses don't have such tenacity as if they have experienced thousands of hammers.
under.
Many elders of Dao Dao Sect were ashen-faced. After all, their disciples were also stepped on by Fang Lang and became pedals.
"This son...why is there a steady stream of spiritual thoughts? Even if there is an earth-level cultivation technique, it is not enough to support this son's profligacy!"
"Cheated, this kid cheated!"
"This kid must have cheated in a way that we don't know!"
...
Several elders of Dao Dao Sect couldn't help but sternly said.
However, the words just fell.
There was a sound of sneering, and Huang Zhihe, supported by Ni Wen, sneered without any concealment.
"Cheating?"
"If you have the ability, let your disciples also cheat?"
"Besides, cheating to be able to climb the Dao Mausoleum is because your Dao Mausoleum has not been managed well. Could it be that your Dao Sect can't afford to lose? If you beat your disciples, is it cheating?"
"Fang Lang is still a disciple of Xuanyuan Taihua. Is it strange to suppress your disciples of the Dao Sect? Xuanyuan Taihua alone suppresses your entire Dao Sect. Isn't it normal for his disciples to suppress your disciples of the Dao Sect?"
Huang Zhihe sneered in his old voice.
The surrounding elders of the Dao Sect suddenly turned pale.
Zhao Zhenshi also had a cold face and stopped talking. After all, what Huang Zhihe said was right, even if Fang Lang really cheated, but cheating can make it to the Dao Mausoleum, that's a skill.
Zhao Zhenshi stared at the young man in white on the top of the ladder, in the clouds.
"It's not that easy to draw a sword!"
"My Daoist sect's disciples are not those who can't stand failure. The Daoist Mausoleum is rarely opened. You are also entering the Daoist Mausoleum to find opportunities that belong to you."
"Sword Immortal Taihua left a sword in my Dao Mausoleum. That sword is waiting for someone who is destined to draw it. You are also going to try to draw the sword. If you can draw the sword, even if Sword Immortal Taihua Xuanyuan returns in person, I'm afraid it will be hard to say. What."
Zhao Zhenshi said.
On the thousand-step ladder, Zhao Zhenshi's words were heard like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, and the blue-clothed disciples clasped their fists in response.
However, every disciple's eyes flickered, but they all understood the deep meaning in Zhao Zhenshi's words.
Asking them to pull the lotus back to the sword, it is naturally impossible to pull it out, the deep meaning is...
Do you want them to stop Fang Lang from drawing his sword?
The light in An Fan's eyes faded, and he let out a breath, his spirituality gradually recovered, and he continued to climb.
On the ladder, the disciples who were stuck in the movement also started to continue climbing.
And at the foot of the mountain, disciples of the Dao Sect who had entered the upper fourth rank stepped up the mountain one after another. Their climbing speed was extremely fast, and they reached the top of the ladder in a short while, and stepped into the Dao Mausoleum .
As the deputy head teacher Zhao Zhenshi said, the purpose of these disciples entering Da Dao Mausoleum was obviously to prevent Fang Lang from drawing his sword.
That Xuanyuan Taihua was inserted in the Dao Mausoleum, the sacred place of the Dao Sect, and made the entire Dao Sect feel like a sword stuck in its throat. Now, the disciples of the Dao Sect are going to hinder the person who comes to draw the sword, so that he cannot pull out this sword.
The humiliation in the past, but now it needs to use huge manpower to protect it. It is a bit ironic to protect a humiliation.
at the foot of the mountain.
Zhao Zhenshi didn't move, and neither did the many elders.
Huang Zhihe, supported by Ni Wen, also did not move.
Although the spiritual thoughts of Huang Zhihe and Zhao Zhenshi had spread out, they collided from time to time in the air, exuding the smell of gunpowder smoke.
...
...
Fang Lang sat cross-legged at the entrance of Da Dao Mausoleum.
He was not in a hurry to climb the mausoleum, but took out the training funds provided by the system, and began to refine the spirit crystals. Taking advantage of the huge consumption of spiritual thoughts, he absorbed the spirit crystals at this time, and the replenishment status was excellent.
Time goes by bit by bit, the clouds are changing, and the clouds are gushing, bringing a little coolness from time to time.
Around Fang Lang, Daoist disciples in blue robes stood one after another, looking at him in pairs.
An Fan also boarded the mausoleum, looking at Fang Lang with a complicated expression.
Instead of going to the Dao Mausoleum to observe the tombstones left by the powerful Dao Sect generations, they stared at Fang Lang, the Dao Sect outsider who overwhelmed the Dao Sect disciples!
They wanted to stop Fang Lang from drawing his sword.
Fang Lang got up and glanced around. The weakest ones who could enter the Dao Mausoleum were the fourth-rank ones. Except for the top ten who entered the mausoleum by climbing the ladder, the others who entered the mausoleum were all disciples of the upper fourth rank.
Therefore, Fang Lang's third-rank cultivation was incompatible with these disciples.
If this group of disciples rose together, Fang Lang might be beaten to death without any power to fight back.
However, Fang Lang was very calm.
It seemed as if the disciples of the Dao Sect were gone, and the blue robes were gone in his eyes. He raised his eyes and looked at the quiet mountains and forests in the distance. There was a quiet ancient bluestone road.
Unlike the thousand-meter ladder of the thousand-step cloud ladder, the ancient road here is full of mottled traces, no magic formations have been engraved, it is covered with moss, and it is only more than two meters long. On both sides of the ancient road, there are plants growing one after another. Green bamboo, the bamboo leaves are bent and drooping, making a soft rustling sound when the wind blows.
Under the dignified gaze of the Daoist disciples all around, Fang Lang put the Liansheng sword back into its sheath, lifted the hem of his white clothes, and stepped up the bluestone stairs.
Behind him, there was a rustling sound, and dozens of disciples of Dao Daozong followed Fang Lang one after another.
They never went to observe the stele, nor did they explore or pursue inheritance, but they all kept their eyes on Fang Lang.
The ancient road leads to a secluded place, and Fang Lang stepped up the steps, but felt that he was walking alone.
Soon, Fang Lang saw a bamboo forest by the side of the stone path, and there was a hut in the bamboo grove, and in that hut, there was a mausoleum monument.
The eaves of the huts are scattered like branches and vines, blocking the monument, even if it rains and snows in the mountains, it can't infect the monument.
There was a drizzle in the mountains, like silk, falling on Fang Lang's shoulders, soaking it up a little.
Let the bluestone on the stone path bring a little moisture and a little slip.
After entering the Dao Mausoleum, Fang Lang's heart calmed down, and he walked to the Luzhong Stele.
This is the first stele of the Dao Mausoleum, and it is also the mausoleum of the founder of the Dao Sect. The surface of the stele is extremely smooth. I don’t know how many people have touched it, but even so, the engravings on the stele are still vigorous and powerful. .
Fang Lang stood in front of the stele, surrounded by silence, the drizzle in the forest fell slightly, blowing the bamboo forest like sea waves, and there was even the soft song of kingfishers.
His eyes fell on the stele, and there were no memorial words on the mausoleum, so there were no poems left behind.
There are only chaotic inscriptions, which are gifts left by the owner of the mausoleum to future generations. The seemingly chaotic inscriptions actually contain the owner's understanding of the art of surgery.
If one can solve the inscription on the stele, one will be able to tear through the mist, see the essence left in the stele, and even be echoed, capturing the inheritance and gifts in the mausoleum stele!
Fang Lang stretched out his hand and pressed it on the tombstone.
Behind him, disciples of Daoist sect poked their heads out of curiosity.
They didn't expect that Fang Lang was not in a hurry to draw his sword, but instead began to try to solve the inscriptions in the holy place of their Taoist sect.
"Can he solve the inscription?"
"This is left by the founder of my Dao Sect. It contains endless wonders. Over the years, very few people have been able to break through the inscriptions on the stele and have received gifts. There are not many people in the entire Dao Sect."
"Basically, those who can solve the stele will have future achievements that are no less than those of the masters of the Forbidden Curse Realm!"
Behind Fang Lang, a group of disciples of Dao Daozong swarmed. Originally, they were ordered by Zhao Zhenshi to prevent Fang Lang from drawing his sword, but since Fang Lang didn't draw his sword, they were curious to watch Fang Lang's process of unraveling the monument.
Fang Lang closed his eyes.
He felt a suction force in the mausoleum, and an incomparably mysterious magic array diagram appeared in front of Fang Lang. This is the title of this mausoleum, the title of the monument.
Even if Fang Lang climbed the first five hundred steps of the thousand-step ladder, he gained a lot of experience blessings in cracking the magic array through the double repair card.
But looking at the array diagram, Fang Lang only felt a headache.
This is a question created by humans, and I can’t even understand it.
However, Fang Lang didn't let go of his hand, because he sensed a ray of sword energy, which contained a touch of sword intent, and this sword intent made the seeds of sword intent in his cyclone dantian pulsate slightly.
"Sword energy, sword intent?"
Fang Lang was startled, and a sense of absurdity and surprise could not help but emerge in his heart.
This is the Mausoleum of Dao Dao, and what he was looking at was the stele of the mausoleum, where the masters of the Dao sect of the past dynasties slept. Everyone is a master of Dao Dao, how could they have sword intent? !
Fang Lang fell into deep thought, and the disciples of the Daoist sect around him also raised their eyebrows. Seeing that Fang Lang hadn't moved for a long time, they all showed sneer.
"It didn't resonate with the mausoleum at all. Although this son has studied the way of the magic circle, it may be as difficult as climbing the sky to solve this kind of problem."
"Why is he still wasting time here? Don't just go straight to draw the sword?"
"Did he want to take advantage of me to relax his vigilance, and then secretly draw his sword?"
The blue-robed disciples of Daoist sect looked at Fang Lang calmly with their hands behind their backs.
An Fan frowned, he felt that things were not that simple.
Time passed bit by bit, and there was a gentle breeze blowing around the hut.
Fang Lang just stood like this for a day and a night. He seemed to be isolated from the world, immersed in a mysterious world.
The disciples of the Daoist sect around were bored, and many disciples went to study the tombstone.
Of course, An Fan and the remaining disciples still stared at Fang Lang.
However, they didn't disturb Fang Lang's interpretation of the stele. This is the respect that disciples of the Dao Sect should have for the person who solved the stele, and it is also the respect for the seniors of the Dao Sect who were buried under the mausoleum.
The drizzle drizzled continuously, like ox hair swaying between the sky and the earth, but it was blocked by the roof of the monument.
Fang Lang pressed his palm on the smooth surface of the stele, and he caught the ray of sword aura, which had sword intent, as if it had a spirit, hidden under the magic circle.
And Fang Lang has a great attraction, attracting the sword energy hidden behind the magic circle.
"Come, come here."
Fang Lang waved as if teasing a small animal.
The sword energy began to move cautiously, and slowly approached.
Suddenly!
That wisp of sword energy suddenly accelerated, and it turned rapidly on the magic circle imitating the lines of the magic circle!
After completely tracing the spell formation, he sprang out quickly, and rushed towards Fang Lang like a baby swallow returning to its nest!
hum...
Fang Lang touched this wisp of sword energy, and in an instant, in Fang Lang's eyes, the inscription array of the mausoleum was also in Fang Lang's mind, presented extremely clearly!
boom! ! !
Instantly.
Fang Lang felt that the mausoleum began to tremble, and then, an extremely strong and pure spiritual power gushed out of the mausoleum!
Like a giant whale spouting water, it suddenly swept and swallowed Fang Lang!
Fang Lang seemed to understand something in a daze...
The sword energy is close, this sword energy is definitely related to the Lianhui sword!
Fang Lang couldn't help being taken aback, these sword auras were prepared for the sword-drawer, or in other words, if these sword auras were not taken back, even Fang Lang couldn't draw the sword!
...
...
In the Dao Mausoleum, it is inexplicably quiet.
Watching the stele, watching Fang Lang, staring at Fang Lang.
It seems that the years are quiet and time is stagnant.
For a day and a night, Fang Lang seemed to turn into a sculpture, motionless, which had already aroused the impatience of many disciples.
Now, only An Fan was still staring at Fang Lang.
But even An Fan began to waver in his heart at this moment. Could it be that Fang Lang was pretending?
Rubbing his sore eyes, suddenly, An Fan's movements froze, and he felt a gust of water vapor and a gust of breeze.
got windy.
In the bamboo forest, the bamboo leaves were blown by the wind, and suddenly there was a sound like the rolling waves of the sea!
An Fan raised his head abruptly and stared at Fang Lang.
But he saw that Fang Lang and the first monument of the Dao Mausoleum in front of him seemed to be integrated into one!
An Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.
Then I saw that the lines on the mausoleum were filled with mercury-like spiritual thoughts, and then a majestic and pure force washed out from the monument!
"this……"
"He... he solved it?!"
"impossible!"
An Fan was extremely shocked, but the picture in front of him was so real, because what poured out of the mausoleum was indeed the pure spiritual thoughts left by the predecessors, a gift for those who solved the inscriptions on the tomb, for the solution of the inscription. A gift from the steleman to wash away the dirt on his body!
Not only An Fan, but also many disciples of the Daoist sect who were trying to unravel the stele around them rushed over with horror!
He stared dumbfounded at Fang Lang, who was bathed in the washing of spiritual thoughts.
And Fang Lang grabbed the spirit crystal, and began to practice while absorbing the spirit crystal while being flushed with spiritual thoughts!
Sword Qi gushed out one after another, and Fang Lang's body was washed away by the spiritual thought, washing away the lead dust, and the 360 orifice points on his body radiated light, and the sword energy condensed and hid in the orifice points!
Fang Lang's cultivation base was actually under the gift of this mausoleum, and he began to break through, and his swordsmanship cultivation base stepped into the fifth stage of sword gang!
And this is just the practice of swordsmanship, Fang Lang's spiritual thoughts are also constantly being strengthened and strengthened during the erosion, and the spiritual thoughts that were originally lacking in climbing the thousand-step ladder are instantly replenished!
Six-dan technique instructor, seven-dan technique instructor...
The cultivation base of the art of surgery has been promoted two stages in a row!
There are even star-like spots of light emerging all over Fang Lang's body, and each spot of light contains extremely majestic spiritual thoughts and mana!
This is the prototype of the legal domain!
The fluctuations gradually calmed down, and Fang Lang opened his eyes.
The gift of the tombstone was a good benefit for Fang Lang. No wonder Chao Xiaojian said that it might be a great opportunity for him to come to the Daoist sect to draw his sword.
Fang Lang frowned, but he didn't care much about these opportunities now, because suddenly he seemed to have discovered a great secret.
Is it the only stele that contains sword energy, or... all the steles in the mausoleum contain sword energy? !
He needs to explore this secret, maybe it has something to do with him drawing his sword.
Taking a step back, Fang Lang shook his sleeves lightly and bowed to the tombstone.
Then, flying in white, he turned around and stepped on the bluestone steps, walking towards the other stone monuments amidst the drizzle and the sound of the bamboo sea.
After Fang Lang left peacefully.
An Fan's eyes were full of disbelief, and he walked to the tombstone.
Stretching out his hand tremblingly.
Spiritual thoughts gushed out, and in an instant, the picture in front of him changed, and the extremely magnificent and complex enough to cause headaches appeared in front of his eyes!
An Fan stared blankly at the magic circle, and the dreamlike magic circle title, like a knife, severely shattered An Fan's self-esteem and pride.
This kind of creepy problem... Can that guy actually solve it? !
for a long time……
An Fan's spiritual thoughts withdrew, and his whole body was lost.
Did he cultivate... did he become lonely?
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