Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 135: ?The sword energy is near 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 looking down at 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 moment, this young man is as dazzling as if he is shining.

Half of the Dao Sect's disciples were suppressed by a young man!

A young man at this moment 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 outcome finally happened.

This young man actually managed to overwhelm 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 the Dao Mausoleum. He also expected this situation. He actually stepped on the rules and 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 boy doesn't look like a genius at all, because many geniuses don't have such tenacity as if they have experienced thousands of hammers.

Below.

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 method, 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!"

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Several elders of Dao Dao Sect couldn't help but sternly said.

However, the words just fell.

There was a sneer, and Huang Zhihe, who was supported by Ni Wen, sneered without any concealment.

"Cheating?"

"If you have the ability, let your disciples cheat too?"

"Besides, if cheating is able to climb the Dao Mausoleum, it 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. It is not normal for his disciples to suppress your disciples of the Dao Sect ?”

In Huang Zhihe's old voice, there was a sneer.

The surrounding Elders of the Dao Sect suddenly turned pale.

Zhao Zhenshi also had a cold face and stopped talking. After all, Huang Zhihe was right, even if Fang Lang really cheated, but cheating can make it to Daoling, that's his skill.

Zhao Zhenshi stared at the young man in white at the top of the ladder, surrounded by clouds.

"It's not that easy to draw a sword!"

"My Dao Sect disciples are not those who can't stand failure. The Dao Mausoleum is rarely opened, and you are also entering the Dao Mausoleum to find your chance."

"Taihua Sword Immortal left a sword in my Dao Mausoleum. That sword is waiting for someone who is destined to draw it. If you can draw the sword, Xuanyuan Taihua Sword Immortal will return in person. It’s hard to say anything.”

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.

It's just that every disciple's eyes flickered, but they all understood the deep meaning in Zhao Zhenshi's words.

Let them pull out the lotus and return the sword. Naturally, it is impossible to pull it out. The deep meaning is...

Are you going to let them 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.

At the foot of the mountain, disciples of the Daoist sect who had entered the upper fourth rank stepped up the mountain one after another. They climbed the mountain very fast. Inside 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.

The 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 the sword. a 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 did not move, and neither did the many elders.

And Huang Zhihe, supported by Ni Wen, also did not move.

Although the spiritual thoughts of Huang Zhihe and Zhao Zhenshi have spread out, they collide in the air from time to time, exuding the smell of gunpowder smoke.

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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.

And around Fang Lang, Daoist disciples in blue robes stood one after another, looking at him in pairs of threes and twos.

An Fan also entered the mausoleum, looking at Fang Lang with a complicated expression.

They did not go to the Dao Mausoleum to view the tombstones left by the powerful Dao Sect generations, but 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 stood up and glanced around. The weakest ones who could enter the Dao Mausoleum were those of the fourth rank. 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 robe was gone in his eyes. He raised his eyes and looked at the quiet mountain forest in the distance, and there was a quiet ancient bluestone road.

Different from 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 is a tree Another green bamboo, the bamboo leaves bent over and drooped, rustling softly when the wind blows.

Under the dignified gaze of the disciples of the Daoist sect all around, Fang Lang put the Liansheng sword back into its sheath, lifted the hem of his white clothes, and stepped up the steps on the bluestone staircase.

Behind him, there was a rustling sound, and dozens of disciples of the Daoist sect 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 tombstone.

The eaves of the hut are scattered like branches and tendrils, blocking the monument, even if it rains or snows in the mountains, it can't infect the monument in the slightest.

There was a drizzle in the mountains, like silk, falling on Fang Lang's shoulders, soaking it up a little.

Let the stone path bluestone bring a little moist and a little slippery.

Entering the Dao Mausoleum, Fang Lang's heart calmed down instead, and he walked to the Luzhong Monument.

This is the first stele of the Dao Mausoleum, and it is also the mausoleum of the founder of the Dao Sect. 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 sound of kingfishers chirping softly.

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 tombstone to future generations. The seemingly chaotic inscriptions actually contain the owner's understanding of the art of surgery.

If you can solve the problem of the stele, you will be able to tear through the mist, see the essence left in the stele, and even get an echo, capturing the inheritance and gifts in the tomb 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 did not 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 land 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 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 definitely not inferior to those in 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 did not draw his sword, they were curious to watch Fang Lang's interpretation of the stele course.

Fang Lang closed his eyes.

He felt a suction force in the mausoleum, and an incomparably mysterious diagram of the magic array 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 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 made by people, 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 taken aback, and a sense of absurdity and surprise surged in his heart.

This is the Dao Mausoleum, and what he was looking at was the mausoleum stele. !

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 done some research on the way of the art formation, 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?"

"Does 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.

And An Fan frowned, he felt that things were not that simple.

Time went by bit by bit, and there was a breeze blowing slowly around the hut.

Fang Lang just stood there for a day and a night. He seemed to be isolated from the world, immersed in a mysterious world.

The disciples of 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 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 stele.

Pressing Fang Lang's palm on the smooth surface of the stele, he caught the ray of sword energy, which has sword intent, like 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."

Fang Lang waved as if teasing a small animal.

The sword energy began to move cautiously, and began to approach slowly.

Suddenly!

That wisp of sword energy suddenly accelerated, and it was actually simulating the lines of the magic circle on the magic circle to rotate rapidly!

After completely tracing the spell formation, he sprang out quickly, and rushed towards Fang Lang like a baby swallow returning to its nest!

Buzz...

Fang Lang touched this ray 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! ! !

In an instant.

Fang Lang felt that the mausoleum began to tremble, and then, an incomparably strong and pure spiritual power surged out of the mausoleum!

Like a giant whale spouting water, it suddenly swept and swallowed Fang Lang!

Fang Lang was in a trance, and seemed to understand something...

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!

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In the Dao Mausoleum, the silence is inexplicable.

Watching the stele, staring at 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 be turned into a sculpture, motionless, which had already aroused the impatience of many disciples.

Now, only An Fan is 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 just pretending?

Rubbing his sore eyes, suddenly, Anfan's movements froze, and he felt a gust of water vapor and a gust of breeze.

It's 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 I 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.

I saw that the lines on the mausoleum were filled with mercury-like spiritual thoughts, and then a majestic and pure force washed out of 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 , A gift for washing the dirt on the stele interpreter!

Not only An Fan, but also many disciples of the Daoist sect who were trying to unravel the stele, also rushed over with horror!

Looking 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 during the flushing of spiritual thoughts!

Blow after wave of sword energy gushed out, Fang Lang's physical body was washed away by spiritual thoughts, and the lead dust was washed away. Inside!

Fang Lang's cultivation base was actually under the gift of this tombstone, and he began to break through, and his swordsmanship cultivation base stepped into the fifth stage of the 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-segment tutor, seven-segment tutor...

Shuo Dao cultivation level has risen two levels in a row!

Void, star-like light spots appeared all over Fang Lang's body, and each light spot contained 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 mausoleum stele is considered 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 he suddenly seemed to have discovered a great secret.

Is this 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 towards the mausoleum ~IndoMTL.com~ Then, with his white clothes flying, he turned and stepped on the bluestone steps, towards the sound of the drizzle and the bamboo sea, towards The other steles walked away.

After Fang Lang left peacefully.

An Fan's eyes were full of disbelief, and he walked to the tombstone.

Hands out tremblingly.

Spiritual thoughts surged out, and in an instant, the picture in front of him changed, and the incomparably magnificent and complex enough to cause headaches appeared in front of his eyes!

An Fan stared blankly at the magic circle, and the dreamlike theme of the magic circle, like a knife, severely shattered An Fan's self-esteem and pride.

This kind of creepy problem... Can that guy actually solve it? !

A long time...

An Fan's spiritual thoughts withdrew, and his whole body was lost.

Has he cultivated... has he cultivated loneliness?