Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 138: ?The storm after drawing the sword

See the carriage shoot!

Zhao Zhenshi's eyes tightened for a moment, and a shocking scowl appeared!

All the scenes he saw in Da Dao Mausoleum were presented in front of his eyes. In the picture, cracks appeared on every mausoleum stele in each stele hut. The essence of spirituality.

It can be said that many resources that were originally reserved for the disciples of Dao Dao Sect are now probably taken away by that sword!

Zhao Zhenshi was terrified, and a chill spread from under the soles of his feet, constantly permeating his whole body.

Zhao Zhenshi is not stupid. The moment the mausoleum was broken, he knew that there was definitely something wrong with the lotus sword that Fang Lang pulled out.

Xuanyuan Taihua inserted the sword into the Dao Mausoleum, and it really had a purpose!

This sword has absorbed the accumulation of Dao Sect over the years, and absorbed all the gifts left by the sages of the past to the sect's descendants!

Sucked away the thousand-year good fortune of the Daoist sect!

Zhao Zhenshi is furious!

"Want to leave? Stay!"

"Leave the sword!"

Zhao Zhenshi shouted angrily.

The Lotus Sword must not be taken away by Fang Lang.

The head teacher Zhao Longshi left the Dao Sect, and now he is in charge of the Dao Sect. However, who would have thought that such a thing would happen.

When Da Dao Mausoleum was in charge, such a big change happened!

These crimes are all to be imposed on Zhao Zhenshi!

Zhao Zhenshi even had some doubts, whether the head teacher had expected this a long time ago, so he took the opportunity to leave, just to let him take the blame!

However, Zhao Zhenshi won't take the blame for this!

Zhao Zhenshi turned his arms, rolled his large sleeves into his arms, and lifted them up suddenly.

The tyrannical spiritual thoughts were unreservedly released from the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, like a whirlwind, sweeping across the entire Dao Sect in an instant!

Boom!

Starting from the foot of Tongtian Mountain, the magic circles were activated one by one, and the magic circles condensed into a majestic light curtain, shining brightly in the dark night, rising from the ground!

This is the Daozong's protective array!

A top-level formation, a defensive formation at the level of forbidden spells!

At the top of the thousand-step ladder, Zhao Zhenshi was covered in Taoist robes and his eyes were like torches.

"Where are all the disciples of Daoist sect?"

"Array!"

Zhao Zhenshi shouted loudly!

The voice of the words was like thunder, tearing apart the night, making every Daoist disciple who was in a trance feel excited.

What happened? !

The deputy head teacher is getting angry from embarrassment, and wants Fang Lang to make a move?

Is this dissatisfaction with Fang Lang pulling out the Lianhui sword, so he wants to leave Fang Lang and others behind?

However, the disciples didn't think too much about it. Since the deputy headmaster had spoken, they, as disciples, naturally wanted to carry it out.

At the foot of the mountain, the disciples of the blue-robed Daoist sect sat cross-legged one after another, with their hands in mudra, their brows and hearts surging.

Countless spiritual thoughts rushed into the sky like fireworks, exploded, blended, and interweaved into a big net, covering them with the light curtain set off by Zhao Zhenshi!

The entire Tongtian Mountain is covered by an inverted bowl-shaped mask!

The carriage neighed and the speed soared.

In the carriage, Fang Lang and others who were sitting upright suddenly felt a push back.

Huang Zhihe looked at Fang Lang with a serious expression.

"What happened?"

Huang Zhihe was a little puzzled. Since Fang Lang drew his sword within the rules, even if Zhao Zhenshi became angry from embarrassment, he shouldn't have made such a big move.

Even the forbidden magic-level mountain protection array was used.

Fang Lang drew out the Lianhui sword, and he could see that the crack on the Lianhui sword was only half filled.

Fang Lang frowned, it shouldn't be, how did Zhenshi Zhao discover the abnormality in Dao Mausoleum.

Slowly letting out a breath, Fang Lang had no choice but to tell Huang Zhihe what Lian Huijian had done to Dao Mausoleum.

Huang Zhihe's face trembled when he heard the words, and suddenly flushed.

It took a long time before I choked out the word "Okay!"

"Worthy of being Taihua, you really have courage!"

Huang Zhihe raised his hand, and a hammer emerged from the palm of his hand. His eyes were extremely deep, and an old voice resounded from the carriage.

"The top ten sects in the Tang Dynasty, none of the top five sects is Yi Yu's generation, and they are all powerful sects that have been passed down for more than a thousand years."

"Before the Tang Dynasty, the eight dynasties were in chaos. At that time, there was a sect standing behind every dynasty. At that time, there was no scientific research. The sect controlled the world's discourse power. root."

"You should also know that the sect is the rivers and lakes, and the imperial court is the temple... When the rivers and lakes and the temple are confused, the world will naturally be chaotic."

"Later, His Majesty rose up, put down the troubled times of the Eight Dynasties, and unified the sect."

"However, for the sects with profound backgrounds such as the Dao Dao Sect, the Mai Sect, and Guanfohai, the Tang Emperor still did not have a complete countermeasure, and he did not dare to act rashly, because behind these sects, there may be transcendent The existence of the Ninth Grade transcends the realm!"

"Do you know why Xuanyuan Taihua rose?"

"That's because Xuanyuan Taihua has the support of the Tang Emperor behind him, so he can overwhelm all the sects and lead the Jianshu sect to become the first sect in the Tang Dynasty."

Huang Zhihe said slowly.

When Fang Lang heard the words, his eyes narrowed slightly, "What does that have to do with Master inserting the Lotus Sword into the Dao Sect?"

Huang Zhihe shook his head, "I don't know what the old man knows."

"However, if I think about it... it should be to test whether there are really existences beyond the ninth rank in the Dao Dao Sect."

Huang Zhihe stroked the hammer in his hand.

Fang Lang was thoughtful, looking at the Lianhui sword lying on his lap.

Perhaps, the source of energy in the three hundred and sixty steles absorbed by the Lianhui sword is related to the detached existence of the Daoist sect?

The reason why the abnormality was discovered in advance, could it be that the sleeping existence in the Dao Mausoleum...was awakened in advance? Give Zhao Zhenshi a hint?

Boom!

The carriage trembled suddenly and fell on the mountain road.

Outside the carriage, came Zhao Wuji's muffled voice.

"The road is blocked, and the Daoist sect has opened the protective array, so we can't get out."

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Donglin Mountain, Donglu Sword Sect.

Chao Xiaojian stood in front of Yaoque Gate.

His hands were behind his back, and he was wearing a white shirt. He looked down at the direction of the Dao Sect, and he could see that in the dark night, there was a bright light shining in the direction of the Dao Sect.

"Da Daozong's mountain protection array..."

"Fang Lang, it seems that he succeeded in drawing the sword. The purpose of the senior sister in charge is to insert the Lianhui sword in the Dao Mausoleum?"

"Tonight, maybe we can find out a thing or two."

Chao Xiaojian let out a breath slowly.

He raised his hand, and with a sword groan, the green steel sword inserted on Donglin Mountain rushed towards him quickly, and he held it in his hand.

Taking a step forward, sword energy radiated from his whole body.

In an instant, it roared out like a white dragon entering the sea of ​​clouds.

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Chang'an, the night is dark.

In Prince Wu's Mansion.

In a lonely courtyard.

Princess Pei opened the door and walked in, with a red sandalwood food box on her arm.

Under the shining stars, in the courtyard, a burly figure with disheveled hair was sitting upright.

Princess Pei walked over slowly.

"Husband."

King Jiang Wu looked back, and glanced at Princess Pei, his fluctuating eyes gradually softened.

The husband and wife were silent.

Princess Pei brought out one after another of steaming meals from the food box, as well as a jug of wine.

"Ling'er went to learn swordsmanship from her sister. If she doesn't comprehend the sword spirit of the four seasons, she will not return."

"Pei Liao is currently investigating the matter of the third prince's escape from the Leng Palace. I heard that the third prince fled to the Western Regions and joined the army of Mount Asiluo."

"The world is in a precarious state, and the army of Mount Asiluo is approaching menacingly."

Princess Pei said slowly.

"With your husband here, you don't need to worry about these things."

Jiang Wuwang spoke slowly, with majesty in his voice.

Princess Pei pursed her lips and smiled, leaning against King Jiang Wu, raised her hand to touch, but felt that King Wu was very far away from her.

"It is said that Xiao Fang went to Dao Dao Sect to pull out the sword left by Taihua. To commemorate?"

Princess Pei asked.

Jiang Wuwang took a sip of wine, but did not answer.

The burly body looked at the direction of Daozong, and the eyes became deeper and deeper.

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The carriage stopped quietly on the bluestone slab.

Zhao Zhenshi is on the thousand-step cloud ladder, looking down.

He raised his hand and squeezed it violently.

Under the carriage, endless clouds suddenly grew, as if turning into the palms of an immortal, holding the carriage up.

The entire Dao sect seemed to be shrouded in clouds, turning into a ethereal fairy overlooking the carriage.

"Fang Lang, you can go, but you have to leave the lotus back sword!"

Zhao Zhenshi said, his voice reverberated and shocked his mind.

"The Lianhui sword has sucked out the thousand-year-old Dao Yun of my Daozong Dao Mausoleum, so I just want to go away like this, how can I?!"

The voice falls.

Zhao Zhenshi flipped his hand, the palm that was originally raised suddenly pressed down on the carriage, and slapped down hard!

In the carriage, there was a sneer.

Afterwards, a flash of sword light soaring into the sky cut the palm covered by the cloud into two halves!

The carriage soared into the sky, Zhao Wuji controlled the carriage and floated in the air.

In the carriage, Huang Zhihe stood on the edge of the carriage with a hammer in his hand. With a chuckle, he casually threw the hammer in his hand. In an instant, the hammer exploded in the air like a dazzling firework. The blooming fireworks are actually composed of countless tiny iron swords wrapped in sword energy!

There are thousands of swords hidden in the hammer!

"Miss Ni, let's see how much the old man's sword will give you."

In the carriage, a smile appeared on Huang Zhihe's old bark-like face.

With a casual move, the palms are like swirling water in a water tank to stir up the vortex.

Thousands of iron swords hidden in the hammer are formed like a magic formation, intertwined in the void to form a huge sword air hammer!

Standing in the clouds, Zhao Zhenshi had a cold and stern face, his Taoist robe was hanging close to his body, he stared at the sword air hammer in the night sky, and shouted loudly, "Old Huang! You are looking for death! "

"The sword of Xuanyuan Taihua has taken away my thousand-year fortune from the Dao Sect! How can I let this child go away safely!"

"If you stop me, you will be an enemy of my Daozong, and you will definitely die without a place to bury you!"

"You and Jian Shu are not related, so why die for a Fang Lang!"

Zhao Zhenshi shouted loudly, and behind him, the densely packed blue-robed Daoist sect disciples shouted out one after another, and their seals changed, making Zhao Zhenshi's aura even more majestic.

Huang Zhihe laughed out loud.

"You know what a fart!"

"I smashed!"

After that, I didn't bother to spend too much time talking.

Five fingers formed into hooks, grabbed the void, and smashed towards the light shield behind him like a hammer!

Boom!

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The sword hammer composed of countless iron swords seemed to be carrying a mighty force, and smashed fiercely on the mask. The mask fluctuated and lasted for several breaths of time. Smash it!

It's like throwing a boulder into a quiet lake, causing an uproar!

In the carriage.

Fang Lang spread the Lianhui sword on his lap, he frowned, he didn't pay attention to the battle outside, because he found that the Lianhui sword laying on his leg was weak at this moment The heart beat sounded.

Fang Lang raised his head and looked at the Dao Mausoleum.

The sound of the beating heart in the Lianhui Sword seems to be transmitted from the Dao Mausoleum.

In a trance.

Fang Lang felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching him through time and space in the Dao Tomb. .