The two of them suddenly turned to the side, and even Su Wuming on the stone steps temporarily gave up questioning Luo Linyao, staring solemnly at the north slope of the mountain.

A crisp sound, accompanied by a huge white light lit up from the sky above Lei Yunling's former residence, and the dazzling sword appeared out of thin air, forming a bird of prey with wings spread, just like the king of birds in the world, looking down on all beings. The substantial aura was short-lived, but it was deeply engraved into the minds of everyone present.

The sword dissipated, and only the snowflakes were scattered on the old residence, as if nothing had happened. At that moment, there were several consciousnesses on the entire Lei Gang Mountain, all of which were concentrated on the northern slope of the mountain, and they secretly gasped. Even Tang Yu, who had always been calm, opened his mouth half open at this time, his chin was slightly raised, and his heartbeat accelerated because of excitement.

"Yuan Qi, have you seen it, the scene just now is really breathtaking. ”

"Big brother, that thing happened to appear above Yun Ling's predecessor's courtyard, could it be that he made it, did Lang hate the sky!?"

"I can't think wrong, it's really good, since the fall of Senior Brother Lingtai ten years ago, Lei Gangshan is no longer as angry as before, and it is inevitably too boring, it should have been so lively. ”

As he spoke, ignoring Yuan Qi, who was still standing in place, Tang Yu turned around and walked away directly, and continued to murmur in his mouth: "This is the real Lei Gang Mountain." ”

"Hey, Brother Tang, where are you going, Luo Linyao's guy is still down there, hey!"

Tang Yu didn't look back, which made Yuanqi very helpless, and after looking back, he had to turn around and catch up with the former.

In Lei Yunling's secret room, Lang Hatian's brain was buzzing, and he tried his best to calm himself down, but unfortunately when he opened his eyes, all he saw were white flowers.

Gradually, everything around him became clearer, but in front of Lang Hatian's eyes, there was a man's figure. Jade belt gorgeous clothes, black hair high bundle, graceful demeanor. But when he rubbed his eyes and looked at it again, he found that there was only a shadow standing there.

The faint silhouette gives the first impression of a soul floating. The outline has only shapes, no facial features, like a person standing with his hands in his hands. It's a pity that that figure is not a soul, Lang Hatian can't feel the slightest fluctuation of soul power on his body, the other party is like a sharp sword out of the sheath, sharp and compelling, just standing there quietly, it makes people involuntarily feel heavy breathing.

"Are you。。。。。。 ？”

Although he had seen many incredible things, Lang hattian was still turning over in his heart, and he didn't understand the origin of the figure in front of him and why it suddenly appeared, so he asked tentatively.

However, after listening to his words, the other party did not react. After a long time, when Lang hated the sky and wanted to ask another question, it raised its arm and pointed to his right hand. Lang hattian lowered his head and saw that in his right hand, he was only holding the Yunling Sword.

"You want to 。。。。。。 This?" Lang asked weakly, but saw that the other party nodded affirmatively.

Before Lang Hatian could make a decision, he suddenly felt that the originally quiet long sword in his hand shook violently, and he actually broke free of his palm and flew towards the figure.

The white silhouette held the hilt of the sword, without the slightest drag of mud and water, and in a short moment, the first style of the sword move on the stone wall was cast, just like the person in the painting broke free from the shackles of the stone wall and jumped in front of him. Lang hated the sky and didn't dare to relax, firmly grasped this rare opportunity, and looked carefully from beginning to end.

At the end of the ceremony, while he was still intoxicated, the figure had already returned the sword to his hand. Lang hattian seemed to see that the other party's flat face seemed to tremble. There was a small voice that came to my ears.

The voice does not discriminate between men and women, if there is or not. Lang hattian seemed to hear a "thank you".

After this, the bright outline turned into a white light again, burrowing into the Yunling Sword. The young man stared blankly at the sword in his hand, and suddenly understood something in his heart.

Could this be Yun Lingjian's consciousness, because he came to this secret room, he was able to manifest it?

Lang hated the sky and looked at it carefully, only to find that it had become no different from a normal sword.

"Whew。。。。。。 ”

Lang hated the sky and sighed, and looked up at those paintings again, eager to remember the mountains and rivers in the background above, but he didn't know what had just happened above his head.

The stone paintings were incomplete, some had even been destroyed, and the ground and walls were full of criss-crossing sword marks, which had not just been cut out by themselves, but had existed for a long time, and a third of the picture on his right hand had been torn beyond recognition by these sword marks.

Who would be the one who would destroy this, and why would he do it?

Could it be Lei Yunling, or maybe someone else like himself has also been lucky enough to enter here?

The purpose of that man was to prevent others from getting the simple score, but why did he only destroy part of it?

Lang hated the sky and couldn't figure it out.

When he got out of Lei Yunling's yard, it was already past lunchtime. He rubbed his rumbling belly, looked at the wind and snow that had gradually become smaller, wrapped himself tightly in cotton clothes and returned to his residence.

At this time, Lei Yunying was already able to sit up, and the body of the cultivator was already much better than that of ordinary people, let alone her who had reached the Soul Slaughter Realm, but she had fallen ill because she had worked too hard in the past few days. After seeing Lang Hatian come back, she couldn't help but reprimand him as usual, and after hearing that he was going to help her clean her eldest brother's yard, she smiled again and turned around to personally give him a hot meal.

Fortunately, the thundercloud warbler did not see the white light rising into the sky, otherwise, I am afraid it would not be as simple as just a training.

After another hour or so, the snow outside really stopped, and the disciples walked out of the house and swept up the steps with tools. Around the Cangsheng Hall on the top of the mountain, it was as if there was a field that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and there was no snow at all.

On the high jade seat, Lei Tianning leaned on the back of the chair, stared at his forehead, and looked at Luo Linyao, who was standing straight below, his face was as calm as ever, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"Everything is okay in Lao Shan. ”

"Thanks to your Hongfu, everything is fine, there are no major variables, and the seniors can handle it. ”

Lei Tianning couldn't help but sigh softly when he heard this, but he didn't expect that this seemingly wooden kid would still know how to flatter himself when he spoke.

"What about the old man, how is his old man's golden body?"

"Very good, please rest assured. ”

"Hmm. He replied nonchalantly, then leaned away from the back of his chair and leaned forward slightly, as if trying to see the other man more clearly.

"You came back this time to find something left by Yuwen Beifeng?"

"That's right, the younger generation is indeed this purpose, it was supposed to be the end of the year to come back to you to make a report about Lao Shan, but the soul in my body is becoming more and more difficult to suppress, if it weren't for the Sadness Wind predecessor twelve years ago, I'm afraid I wouldn't have lived now, I remember he said at the time, relying on this mark alone can't be suppressed for long, if I can't find what the predecessor left, I'm worried。。。。。。 ”

"Didn't Yuwen Beifeng tell you a way to do it once and for all?"

"Yes。。。。。。 At that time, Senior Sorrow Wind advised me to give up cultivating the soul and instead practice swordsmanship。。。。。。 ”

"But you didn't hear it at the time, did you?"