Chapter 139 Three Hundred and Sixty Monuments Raise a Sword【Ask for a Monthly Ticket! 】
The breeze blows slowly.
Inside the Dao Mausoleum, there was a complete astonishment.
Those who were able to enter the Dao Mausoleum were all talented disciples of the Dao Sect generation, and they could be called an elite group of art practitioners.
However, even these disciples don't have the courage to dare to say that they can unlock the mausoleum left by the first Taoist leader of the Dao Mausoleum. That is the founder of the Dao Sect and the sage who left the supreme foundation!
For thousands of years, there are only a handful of Daozong disciples who unraveled the tombstone of the first Daozong Mausoleum.
Everyone is famous.
For example, Zhao Longshi, the head of Taoism in this generation, and Xu Qingyang, the first day of the younger generation before Daozong was thirty years old.
Of course, in addition to this, there is a special person, that is, more than ten years ago, he joined the Taoist sect and defeated the peerless sword fairy, Xuanyuan Taihua, who was in the limelight at the time.
Xuanyuan Taihua is also the only one who climbed to the mausoleum as a sword repairer and solved the inscription on the first Taoist stele.
However, now, another sword repairer climbed to the mausoleum and solved the inscription on the inscription of the first Taoist head!
The expressions of the disciples were extremely complicated. Looking at the young man climbing up the steps in the gentle breeze, he felt that he was looking at the legend of this generation!
An Fan glanced at the inscription on the inscription given by the first Taoist leader. With his current knowledge and level, there was no hope of solving the complexity of the inscription. However, it took Fang Lang a day and a night to decipher the inscription. question!
Back then, Xu Qingyang, the number one member of the younger generation of the Taoist sect, and Xu Qingyang, the number one scholar in the scientific examination of Wen Ting, also sat cross-legged in front of the mausoleum of the first Taoist leader for seven days and seven nights, without sleep, to solve the inscription on the inscription.
Could it be that Fang Lang is more evil than Senior Brother Xu Qingyang?
The disciples of Dao Dao Sect all followed Fang Lang. They were silent and just watched quietly.
They no longer mocked Fang Lang's overreach, because Fang Lang slapped them with practical actions.
The bamboo forest is long and the drizzle is continuous.
Far above the cold mountain, the stone path is inclined.
Fang Lang dressed in white, came to the second mausoleum hidden under the hut, frowned, thinking, Fang Lang stretched out his hand.
Whether the guess in Fang Lang's mind is true or not, this mausoleum can give him the answer.
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In front of the gate of the archway at the foot of the mountain.
The disciples of Dao Dao Sect gathered together, the elders, and the deputy head teacher Zhao Zhenshi also looked at the Dao Dao Mausoleum.
Dao Mausoleum possesses a powerful force that isolates outsiders from spiritual detection, so neither Zhao Zhenshi nor Huang Zhihe can perceive what happened in Da Dao Mausoleum.
However, what surprised Zhao Zhenshi and the elders was that after a day and a night, Fang Lang hadn't drawn his sword yet. Even if he arranged for his disciples to stop and delay the time to draw the sword, it should be Fang Lang's turn now Sword drawn.
Or... Fang Lang couldn't pull out the Lotus Sword?
After all, Xuanyuan Taihua's sword was inserted into the Dao Mausoleum Stele, and once pulled out, it would definitely cause a huge change.
Strong players such as Zhao Zhenshi and Huang Zhihe will definitely sense it.
Zhao Zhenshi lightly stroked his beard, narrowed his eyebrows and eyes, and was as slender as a sword's tail: "It should be possible to guess that this son of Fang Lang is probably trying to decipher the stele in the Dao Mausoleum."
"However, based on his performance on the first five hundred steps of the thousand-step cloud ladder, it is basically a fool's dream to try to explain the monument."
"There are only seven days to enter Da Dao Mausoleum. If Fang Lang hasn't drawn out his sword within seven days, then don't blame the old man for chasing guests."
Zhao Zhenshi said with a light smile.
On the side, Ni Wen, Huang Zhihe, and Zao Wou-ki sat cross-legged on the ground. Ni Wen even took out the food box and brought out delicious pastries for Huang Zhihe to taste.
Huang Zhihe ate a piece of glutinous rice cake, heard what Zhao Zhenshi said, and couldn't help but smile: "What's the rush?"
"It's still six days away from the seventh day."
An elder of Dao Dao Sect stroked his beard and smiled: "Six days, whether it is long or short, if this son is overconfident and wants to solve the stele, immersed in the inscriptions of the stele, six days is only a snap of the fingers .”
Huang Zhihe frowned slightly. Indeed, the elder's words were reasonable.
Ni Wen and Zhao Wuji also raised their heads involuntarily, and looked at the Dao Mausoleum shrouded in clouds and mist on the top of the mountain.
Suddenly, the atmosphere at the foot of the mountain changed, Zhao Zhenshi raised his head, and Huang Zhihe also raised his head.
However, a disciple of the Dao Sect in a blue robe floated out of the Dao Mausoleum and returned to the foot of the mountain.
"what happened?"
Zhao Zhenshi asked.
There was still a shock in the eyes of this blue-robed disciple: "Headmaster, Fang Lang entered Dao Mausoleum, and stopped in front of the first stele of Dao Mausoleum for a day and a night..."
"Successfully unraveling the stele, you will receive a gift from the first Daoist leader!"
The blue-robed disciple's words were like a thunderstorm from the queen of the cloud, which exploded in everyone's ears.
The atmosphere at the foot of the mountain became extremely strange in an instant.
"impossible!"
"He is just a swordsman, how did he solve the problem of the magic array left by the first Taoist leader!"
The elders all made unbelievable voices.
On the side, Huang Zhihe laughed loudly.
"Don't forget, Xuanyuan Taihua is also a sword cultivator... Didn't she also solve your inscription?"
How can that be compared?
Xuanyuan Taihua is Fang Lang... Comparable? !
Zhao Zhenshi's face was ashen, and his heart was also shocked, but more uncomfortable.
After all, the gift from the sages of the Dao Dao Sect was actually obtained by Fang Lang, an outsider, not a disciple of the Dao Dao Sect. It is simply... a disgusting group!
"Impossible... How did this son solve the problem left by the first Daoist leader?"
Zhao Zhenshi murmured.
After all, even he failed to decipher the inscription on the inscription of the first Daoist leader!
And with Fang Lang's performance in the first five hundred ladders of the thousand ladders, it is impossible to solve the problem successfully!
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Fang Lang naturally didn't care about the shock at the foot of the mountain.
His hand touched the second mausoleum stele, and the eaves of the hut stretched out in all directions, blocking the drizzle from the sky.
It was as if a finger touched the mirror-like surface of the water, causing layers of ripples to appear on the surface of the water.
The problem of the magic circle resurfaced again, but this mausoleum was left by a master of the eighth-rank Forbidden Curse Realm of the Daoist sect, and the inscription on the inscription he left was much simpler than the inscription on the inscription of the first Taoist leader.
Of course, for Fang Lang, the same is extremely difficult, the kind that makes you dizzy at a glance.
It's like changing from a world-level Olympiad problem to a national-level Olympiad problem.
For the scumbags, it's no different.
However, Fang Lang's eyes lit up, and he also felt a wisp of sword energy and sword intent.
Sword Qi is approaching!
In an instant, sword energy flowed upstream from the depths of the mausoleum, tracing the process of solving the problem bit by bit.
call out!
Sword energy and sword intent entered the body, and the inscription on the stele was solved!
Outside the stele hut, there was an uproar!
Looking at the pure spiritual thoughts pouring out, watching Fang Lang bathed in the spiritual thoughts, Fang Lang who took out the spiritual crystals to practice, slowly improved his cultivation.
Many disciples of the Daoist sect felt incredible for a while!
The main reason is that compared to the day and night it took to solve the problem of the first mausoleum monument, this time... Fang Lang solved the monument faster!
Among them, a disciple of Dao Dao Sect had just tried to decipher this mausoleum, but he had no clue at all.
At this moment, seeing Fang Lang untie the monument easily, he just felt that he was completely crushed, and his mentality collapsed a little!
"Is this... a genius?!"
The eyes of this Daoist disciple were full of shock and disbelief, he held his head, and his lips were trembling.
Walking along the Daoling Ancient Road with such a genius, they only felt unparalleled pressure and depression!
An Fan lost his soul, no, not only An Fan, but also the disciples of Dao Dao Sect.
It was raining heavily over the stele mausoleum.
Time passed bit by bit.
But Fang Lang leaned on the lotus sword, marching all the way, walking on steps.
Followed by a group of Daoist disciples who lost their souls.
As time passed, they became more and more confused.
Because Fang Lang has been deciphering the stele, and even the speed of deciphering the stele is getting faster and faster. It will take a long time to understand the mausoleum inscriptions left by the Taoist leaders of the past dynasties. Fang Lang's interpretation of ordinary inscriptions on the stele is incomparable easy.
This made every disciple of the Daoist sect feel as if they had seen a god!
The gap... is too big.
So big that you can't see the end at a glance!
They were in a daze when they saw the warm smile on Fang Lang's mouth every time he walked out of the stele hut.
He must be very happy.
Is this the joy of being a top student?
Sure enough, ordinary people like them don't understand the joy of unraveling the stele!
And in fact.
Fang Lang was indeed very happy, it was the joy of discovering a big secret.
Of course he can't explain the stele, but there is someone behind him!
These sword qi are undoubtedly left by the cheap master. Perhaps, the master has long expected that he will come to the Dao Mausoleum, so he left behind these dark hands, so that he, who is completely ignorant of the monument, can use the sword qi Disintegrate the extremely difficult inscription from the inside.
This is not explaining the stele, this is copying with standard answers!
How could this Fang Lang not!
Of course, what Fang Lang was even more shocked was that Fang Lang discovered the terrifying courage and plan of Master Xuanyuan Taihua!
Master Xuanyuan Taihua is raising a sword!
Borrow the gifts and heritage left to the disciples of the Dao Sect by the sages of the Dao Mausoleum in the past to raise the sword!
Raise a sword with the three hundred and sixty mausoleum monuments!
Raise the Lianhui sword inserted into the mausoleum!
But if Fang Lang wanted to draw his sword, he had to remove the monument first!
Concentrate the sword energy in each mausoleum, those sword energy are the root of drawing the sword!
When Fang Lang discovered this secret, he felt extremely domineering rushing towards his face. This master... is too fierce!
However, what Fang Lang was speechless was, Master, it is fun for you to raise your sword.
Once exposed, he who draws the sword... I am afraid that his legs will be broken by the strong of the Dao Sect!
Fang Lang is a little hesitant now whether to draw his sword.
With the sword drawn...can he still go?
Wind, rain, footsteps...
The rustling of bamboo leaves was like the sound of sea waves, resounding in every corner of the Dao Mausoleum.
There are three hundred and sixty-one steles in Daoling, one of which is a remnant stele.
Xuanyuan Taihua's sword was stuck in the deepest part of the Dao Mausoleum, on the unfinished stele.
During the six days, An Fan and the others followed quietly, seeing Fang Lang unceasingly explaining the stele and smiling happily.
Their faces became more and more numb.
The joys and sorrows of human beings are really not the same.
In the process of unpacking the stele, Fang Lang received gifts again and again, and gained great benefits. Fang Lang could hardly improve his cultivation.
The cultivation of swordsmanship has reached the sixth-level sword gang, and the cultivation level of martial arts has reached the eighth-level master, and the legal domain is even gradually being perfected.
Fang Lang even slowly raised his martial arts cultivation to the fourth stage of moving blood.
As he walked, Fang Lang's breath became stronger and stronger.
However, Fang Lang became more and more worried.
Walking out of the last stele hut, the rain suddenly became more ferocious, slapping the bluestone steps and splashing up.
Between heaven and earth, a piece of haze is like a bead curtain.
Fang Lang raised his head, and he could already see the Lianhui Sword inserted on the broken stele in the depths of the Dao Mausoleum.
It's like a proud lotus growing stubbornly on the cliff.
The eyes of many numb Dao Sect disciples finally recovered, staring at the Liansheng Sword.
For a moment, they all remembered Zhao Zhenshi's instructions.
They want to prevent Fang Lang from drawing his sword!
An Fan's eyes fluctuated, and he looked at a fellow disciple beside him, and said, "It's the sixth day, Dao Dao Sect has a rule that each person can only stay in Dao Mausoleum for seven days, and once the seven days are up, he will definitely be expelled." .”
"Fang Lang, this son, solved the Dao Mausoleum monument in six days, but there is not much time left for him to draw his sword!"
"It's just right... Each of us takes turns trying to draw the sword, and we can even squeeze out his time to draw the sword. If the seven days are up, if he doesn't have time to draw the sword, then no wonder I waited for the Daoist sect!"
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At the foot of the mountain.
Zhao Zhenshi's head was covered with beads of sweat.
Solved all the Taoist mausoleum monuments in six days...
Son, come to play heartbeat again!
If it wasn't for this son's success, then it would be that this son is a supreme genius in surgery, and even qualified to touch a peerless genius who has escaped the shackles of the ninth rank of surgery cultivation!
"However, this son spent six days on unraveling the stele, and there is not much time left for him to draw his sword. As soon as it gets dark, if he never draws his sword again, this old man will definitely expel him with his own hands!"
"This monster!"
Zhao Zhenshi felt the pressure.
He seemed to see another Xuanyuan Taihua.
far away.
Huang Zhihe also frowned, obviously, he also sensed Zhao Zhenshi's purpose, and a look of worry appeared on his face full of grooves.
"Fang Lang, kid... Xie Bei Xie hi."
"Don't forget the primary purpose of coming to Daozong this time!"
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The breeze between the stele huts rose again, and the light rain slanted in the night.
On the narrow bluestone steps.
Fang Lang looked at the team lined up in astonishment, and squeezed in front of the Broken Stele Hut with the Lotus Sword inserted.
Fang Lang instantly understood the purpose of these Daoist disciples!
However, before the monument was broken, a disciple of the Daoist sect flew up in blue robes, with his hands behind his back: "This monument is the mausoleum erected by the current head teacher of the Daoist sect. However, before the monument was completed, it was stabbed by the Taihua sword Of."
"Today, I will try to pull out this sword, and restore the headstone's mausoleum to a clear sky!"
This disciple finished speaking.
As Fang Lang frowned, he turned and walked towards the stele room.
Fang Lang stood quietly in the rain with his hands behind his back.
The disciple of the Dao Sect approached the Duanbei, and soon approached the Duanbei. He stretched out his hand to draw his sword, but, even with all his strength, the sword remained motionless in the monument!
boom!
A sharp sword intent burst out, and the disciple was thrown away.
Just when Fang Lang was about to take a step, the second disciple immediately stepped into the stele hut to draw his sword. After a while, this disciple also failed to draw his sword.
Third place, fourth place...
Whenever Fang Lang wanted to take a step, the disciples of Dao Dao Sect would step into the stele and draw their swords.
Fang Lang glanced at the sky and understood what these disciples were thinking. Is this trying to squeeze out his time to draw his sword, so that he has no time to draw his sword?
However, every time the sword fails to be drawn, Lian Hui's sword will burst out with sword intent, knocking the Dao Dao sect disciple into the air.
The dozens of disciples of the Daoist sect wasted a lot of time.
An Fan was the last disciple of Dao Sect. He also entered the stele to try to draw his sword, but he felt as if there was a world hidden in the Lian Hui sword, which was so heavy that he couldn't pull it out at all.
This shocked An Fan's heart.
How can such a sword be pulled out?
He didn't believe that Fang Lang could pull it out without any effort!
An Fan walked out of the stele hut, the sky was already as thick as ink, and he fixed his eyes on Fang Lang.
But Fang Lang came, instead of passing by.
It was raining continuously, and there was only less than a moment left before the seventh day.
Thinking of the mountain-heavy sword, is a moment enough for Fang Lang to pull it out?
At the foot of the mountain.
Zhao Zhenshi's whole body was already floating and sinking.
Huang Zhihe held the hammer and squinted his eyes. He planned to suppress Zhao Zhenshi and buy time for Fang Lang to draw his sword.
Shortness of breath.
Everyone's ears seem to have an hourglass gently leaking the time.
Inside the Dao Mausoleum.
The breeze came slowly, blowing the rustling of bamboo leaves like the undulations of the vast sea.
There was not much time left for Fang Lang, and Fang Lang came to the front of the monument.
Looking at the simple and unremarkable Lotus Sword.
This sword...is very hot.
Fang Lang hesitated for a moment. What he cared about was not the time to draw the sword, but whether to draw the sword.
Take a deep breath.
After all, Fang Lang stretched out his hand and held the hilt of Lian Hui's sword.
Within the dantian, the sword energy recovered from the 360 mausoleums on the avenue erupted from the dantian one after another!
In an instant, the entire Dao Mausoleum was filled with the sound of wind, rain, and the rustling of bamboo leaves...
All gone!
As if falling into a great terror before waking up...
Dead silence!
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