Chapter 57: Tokens
"Hmph, give up?" Hearing Su Ping'an's words, Lan Jiao's eyes widened, and he said loudly: "My Jiao clan will never give up!
For the sake of face, Lan Jiao gritted his teeth ruthlessly, and continued to bombard the slate with his fist.
"Senior brother, why don't we help him. Seeing this, Ling'er said with an unbearable look: "If it continues like this, I'm afraid that Lan Jiao will be exhausted to death!"
"It's fine. Su Ping'an chuckled.
Su Ping'an, Ling'er, and Lu Xueyao each sacrificed their flying swords and blasted towards the golden stone slabs on the ground. Under the joint bombardment of the four people, the golden light emitted by the mysterious rune also began to weaken at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lan Jiao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Su Ping'an and the three of them help, and said secretly in his heart: "You finally helped." If I don't do it, I'm going to be exhausted to death. ”
But for the sake of face, Lan Jiao still gasped and said, "Huh, you don't have to make a move, I can blast this stone slab apart by myself!"
"Really? Then we'll stop. Seeing that Lan Jiao wanted to save face, Su Ping'an chuckled.
“...... Well, if you want to blast this broken slab away quickly, you can help out together. Lan Jiao hurriedly changed his mouth and said, eager to give himself a mouth on the spot.
Make your mouth cheap!
Su Ping'an laughed, and no longer continued to tease Lan Jiao, but drove the Wind Chopping Sword to bombard the stone slab with all his might. Look at the light emitted by the mysterious rune, this mysterious rune can't last long.
Rumble!
After a stick of incense, with the bombardment of Lan Jiao's last punch, the mysterious runes on the stone slab finally couldn't hold on and were shattered, and a pitch-black hole leading to the bottom appeared in front of Su Ping'an and the four of them.
At the same time that the golden stone slab was shattered by the blue jiao, on the ground and on the four walls, all the mysterious runes on the golden stone slab turned into dots of golden light, condensing in this mysterious space. In the end, these thousands of points of light condensed into a mysterious monk in armor.
The mysterious monk stood upright, his body mighty, but his appearance was blurred, as if he had deliberately not let people see his face clearly.
Then an invisible coercion came from the mysterious monk, oppressing Su Ping'an and the four of them to breathe. Especially the blue jiao, the pressure of the mysterious monk made it feel fear from the depths of its soul, and finally it couldn't hold on and collapsed to the ground, its whole body tightly pressed against the ground.
Fortunately, this invisible coercion only existed for a few breaths, and the mysterious monk turned into a little golden light and dissipated in this mysterious space.
"Hoo ......"
Su Ping'an couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, took another look at the blue jiao, and found that it had collapsed to the ground under the pressure of this invisible coercion.
"Lan Jiao, why are you lying on the ground?" Ling'er on the side also asked curiously. Although the coercion of the mysterious monk just now was indeed terrifying, it was not terrifying to this extent, right?
"What do you mean by kneeling? Don't talk nonsense, I'm just a little tired, lie on the ground and rest, can't you?" Lan Jiao was about to stand up as he spoke, but his two legs didn't obey the call, and he was still shaking, and he couldn't stand up after two attempts.
As a noble Jiao clan, it is definitely impossible for him to beg someone to help him up.
For the sake of face, Lan Jiao had no choice but to lie on the ground and chuckled: "I'm still a little tired, so I'll lie on the ground and rest for a while." ”
Su Ping'an shook his head helplessly and said, "Senior Sister Lu, do you know who the mysterious monk who has just condensed the golden light is?"
"I didn't know that my mother died without telling me anything. But the figure of the mysterious monk looked familiar. Lu Xueyao pondered for a moment and said, "It seems to be the statue enshrined in this Fengzong hall!"
Ling'er also nodded and said, "Yes, I look quite similar." ”
Su Ping'an said secretly: "I don't know what this mysterious monk has to do with this Feng Sect." ”
Su Ping'an stood next to the hole blasted out by the blue Jiao and looked into the hole. I saw that there was also a pitch-black space inside, and I didn't know what was exuding a faint golden glow in the pitch-black space, oozing out towards the entrance of the cave.
"No matter, let's go down and have a look. Su Ping'an said.
......
In the Donghua Continent, which is far away from the Tianyuan Continent, there is a mountain.
This mountain is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, and there is a quaint courtyard on the top of the mountain. The yard is not large, but it is extremely exquisite.
I saw that the plaque in the courtyard was engraved with the three big characters of "Forget Worries".
These three words were carved by the owner of this courtyard with a sword, and they contained endless sword intent. If this plaque falls on the Tian Yuan Continent, I am afraid that it will immediately be regarded as a sword treasure and cause countless monks to snatch it.
In the courtyard, a monk in armor and a monk in a white robe sat at a stone table, and sat and talked and laughed heartily from time to time.
Suddenly, the monk in armor moved, his eyes looked into the distance, and his fingers kept pinching. Then, he couldn't help but chuckle at the corners of his mouth.
"What's the matter?" asked the white-robed monk with a smile.
"Nothing. The armored monk smiled and said, "Two thousand years ago, when I was traveling abroad, I happened to encounter a demon monk who was the troublemaker, so I took action to suppress it. ”
"Two thousand years have passed, and I thought that the seal had long since dissipated on its own, but I didn't expect that there was still some power left in the seal. Just now, the seal was broken by a few monks, and I felt something in my heart, so I took a look. ”
"I see. The white-robed monk smiled.
......
Lan Jiao's legs finally stopped trembling, and Su Ping'an and the four of them flew down from the entrance of the cave and came to the pitch-black space below.
The space below is much smaller than the top, just a square space of about five zhang in length, width and height. The cold ice on Lan Jiao's body illuminated this space, and the situation in the space was seen at a glance by Su Ping'an and the four of them.
A golden token hovered above the space, emitting a faint golden glow. Su Ping'an and the golden mangs they saw outside the entrance of the cave before were issued by this token.
Underneath the token, sat a red-robed monk on his knees. This mysterious red-robed monk had obviously been dead for an unknown number of years, and only a skeleton remained, which was terrifying.
Other than that, there is nothing else in this space.
"There is only one token and one corpse, what kind of treasure is this?" Ling'er scratched her head puzzled and said, "Senior Sister Lu, is this token the treasure you said?"
Lu Xueyao also had some strangeness in her heart, she stretched out her hand, and the token flew into her hand under the traction of spiritual power. Lu Xueyao held the token in her hand and kept looking at it.
The token is just an ordinary token, filled with a domineering force, and there is nothing special about it, this token is obviously not a treasure.
Su Ping'an and the four of them didn't realize that after Lu Xueyao put the token in his hand, a mysterious energy invisible to the naked eye ran out of the red-robed monk's body and entered Lu Xueyao's body.