Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 137: ?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.

Therefore, this embarrassing scene 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 the throat. Fang Lang drew his sword.

It's ridiculous to think about it, and it makes people laugh.

Time goes by bit by bit, and seven days pass before you know 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. Can no longer draw the sword.

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

Huang Zhihe, who was supported by Ni Wen, squinted his eyes, and his body was slowly flowing.

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

The night was dark, and the thousand-step ladder was hidden in the night, and above the mountain peak, it seemed that there were black clouds covering it, blocking everyone's vision.

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Inside the Dao Mausoleum, in the depths.

In front of Duanbei Beilu, there was a dead silence.

Above the narrow mountain road, disciples of the Daoist Sect in blue robes crowded together, each other's eyes were filled with disbelief and shock, staring at the man holding the handle of the Lianhui sword. teenager.

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.

So, these disciples are very curious, how can Fang Lang pull it out?

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 gifts, 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.

However, they soon discovered that they were wrong.

But before 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 the entire 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 an inverted hourglass, and pulling out the sword to release the monument seems to make these vanished gravel return to the hourglass little by little.

This sword seemed to stir up time.

Everyone was in a trance for a while, feeling that Fang Lang drew his sword, as if it had passed for a moment, and it seemed to have gone through a long time!

The feeling Fang Lang drew his sword was the most profound.

He collected the sword energy from the three hundred and sixty mausoleum steles in his body. 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 lost three souls and six souls returning to the body!

Boom!

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, as if opening up the world, showed a picture in Fang Lang's sea of ​​spiritual consciousness!

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

The moment when the tip of the Lianhui sword 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.

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 you draw your sword, you will destroy the mausoleum.

If things go on like this, does Fang Lang feel that he can really get out of this Dao 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 he has no choice but to send it.

This sword must be drawn if it is not drawn.

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 are broken!

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

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.

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

They look as heavy as the Lianhui sword containing a world. In Fang Lang's hands, it is 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 the Zilian Huijian, like a star that is extremely bright, shining its brilliance on the earth wantonly!

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

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

The disciples of the Daoist sect before Beilu only felt that a doomsday crisis was approaching, as if the entire Daoist mausoleum was about to collapse.

Cold sweat dripped down on Fang Lang's forehead, but he saw a wave of sword intent sweeping through Lian Hui's sword.

It's like a gust of wind blowing across 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 back in time burst out from Lianhui's sword.

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

Like a sword, time goes 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, and the mausoleum has never collapsed because he drew his sword.

So, is everything really an illusion?

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

He glanced at the Lianhui sword in his hand. The Lianhui sword is very ordinary. Unlike the Liansheng sword, the Lianhui sword is covered with small 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 leaked in an hourglass.

It seems to be... counting down!

Fang Lang's eyes froze, 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, kept his complexion unchanged, and remained as indifferent as water, and then walked out of Duanbeibeilu.

An Fan and a group of disciples of Dao Dao Sect were in a daze, as if they were facing some great terror just now, but in an instant, these great terrors disappeared again.

"The sword is drawn, too. There are so many nagging, I should leave 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 took a big step, stepped on the stone ladder in a hurry, and left the mausoleum quickly.

Above the narrow mountain road, in the hazy night, only An Fan and other Taoist 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.

It's like the last grain of sand in an hourglass has flowed out.

Zhao Zhenshi narrowed his eyes and flicked his Taoist robe. Afterwards, his figure soared into the sky and climbed the ladder.

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 and drizzle are slightly sprinkled.

Fang Lang was wearing a white shirt and carrying a sword box on his back. In the dark night, he was extremely conspicuous.

Zhao Zhenshi obviously did not 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.

I saw the very familiar hilt of the Lianhui sword in the sword box!

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!

"Have you drawn 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?

Everything is in Xuanyuan Taihua's scheme?

Zhao Zhenshi stared at Fang Lang, and an unknown fire surged in his heart for no reason.

"Unplugged."

Fang Lang said.

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

The sword that had been inserted in Daozong 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!

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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 Master asked me to draw the sword, so I will."

Zhao Zhenshi was silent for a long time.

Slightly sideways.

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

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

Zhao Zhenshi did not follow Fang Lang, but looked at the many disciples of the Dao Sect who came out of the Dao 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 stuck his sword in the Dao Mausoleum for more than ten years, and really...did nothing?

Impossible!

Zhao Zhenshi frowned slightly.

When Fang Lang landed at the foot of the mountain, all the disciples of the Dao Sect looked at Fang Lang complicatedly, at this young man who overwhelmed half of the Dao Sect disciples and made the entire Dao Sect shaky.

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 taken aback.

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 violently.

The carriage did not fly away directly, but the wheels turned, slowly moving forward in the ancient blue brick road of Dao Dao Zong.

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 he 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 the 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!

The moment Zhao Zhenshi caressed it, a pair of eyes seemed to open suddenly inside the extremely smooth mausoleum, and a surge of sword intent was dissipated by the realization of terror. Zhao Zhenshi's subconscious thoughts Tremble.

Afterwards, with the sound of the breeze blowing and the sound of the bamboo sea churning, there was a sound of cracking 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.

Crack, click, click...

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As if, a tombstone 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 tuned!"

The sound exploded and echoed in Tongtian Mountain.

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