Chapter 209: Ice

The young man in armor swept up again and fell like a bird on a cliff.

Lingjiao Temple, with that mysterious coffin and the presiding master resting, completely sank to the ground. The ruins were covered with green grass in a matter of moments.

The young man in armor stood on the cliff, the muscles in the corners of his eyes were pounding, and he watched it all in a daze, as if he were in a dream.

Zhao Jingcheng's cries continued for three days.

Three days later, the long strip of white cloth covering Zhao Jingcheng disappeared. Zhao Jingcheng has returned to its former prosperity and hustle.

On the Jinluan Hall in Zhao Jingcheng, there is Zhao Hang, the young lord who has just ascended the throne. Zhao Hang was only six years old this year and was embraced to the throne of the Emperor of the Great Zhao Empire. Zhao Xun, the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire, suddenly died three days ago. Zhao Xunwen Taowu is a martial artist, only to know people, but he didn't expect to die young. This was a heavy blow to the Great Zhao Empire, but fortunately, Prince Zhao turned the tide alone and stabilized the overall situation.

The new emperor, Zhao Hang, although only six years old, was also smart and clever. His mother, Queen Le, was also a benevolent and virtuous woman. Orphans and widows, weak and weak, they all rely on the assistance of Prince Zhao Wei.

Although Zhao Wei leans towards the government and the opposition, he is very low-key and rarely appears in public. The top ten masters under Zhao Wei all held important positions in the imperial court. Three days ago, the young man in armor who went to Lingjiao Temple in the capital to deliver a sword was the last old man Hanbing.

Han Bing is as famous as his name, cold by nature, and his white face always exudes a cold air. At this moment, he was sitting in his general's mansion. A white tiger skin was dragged from the tall chair to the ground. Cold Ice leaned back in his chair, holding a crystal clear wine glass in his hand. The glass is small and delicate, with a deep red wine inside. Han Bing's interest at the moment was not in the wine, he held the wine glass in his hand, but a pair of cold eyes stared at the scabbard on the opposite wall.

The scabbard is the same color as the wine in the Ice Wine Glass, which is also a deep red. Not only is the color of this scabbard distinctive, but the size is also much larger than that of ordinary scabbards. This scabbard is four feet and four inches, to say the least.

Strangely, the scabbard hanging on the wall was empty.

Where is the sword?

What kind of sword needs such a special scabbard?

Han Bing stood up gently, tilted his neck, and drank the wine from his glass. He tossed his glass onto the table and walked straight to the scabbard.

There was a faint sound of thunder in the empty scabbard.

Han Bing stretched out his jade-like palm and gently stroked it on the scabbard, and his cold eyes slowly turned crimson. He glared, gritted his teeth, and secretly swore a secret: "Demon Sword, one day, it will belong to me!"

The demon sword was personally delivered to Lingjiao Temple by Han Bing three days ago. It has been sealed in the treasury of the Great Zhao Empire, to say the least, for hundreds of years. Legend has it that this sword is incredibly powerful and has the power to open up the world. But such a divine sword, few people in the Great Zhao Empire dared to use it. The reason is very simple, because whoever uses the demon sword will die! In legend, this is also an ominous sword!

After the death of Zhao Xun, the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire, the Empress Dowager Jiang invited the master of Jingxiu, the presiding officer of the Lingjiao Temple in the capital.

Jing Xiu proposed a sword burial, saying that it was the emperor's last wish during his lifetime.

Emperor Zhao Xun died suddenly, and there was no time to explain the aftermath. But no one doubted Master Jingxiu's words, not even Prince Zhao Wei!

Master Jingxiu's cultivation and character are close to mythology in the Great Zhao Empire.

Sword burials only exist in ancient legends, but in reality, not many people have seen them.

For sword burial, there must be a divine sword.

Master Jingxiu asked for the demon sword by name.

Whoever uses the demon sword will die, and Master Jing Xiu has put death out of the way!

No wonder the demon sword has so much power, it turned out to be an artifact!

In the Demon Continent, the weapons in the hands of warriors can be divided into weapons, magic weapons, spiritual weapons, and artifacts according to their levels. Each level can be divided into four levels: Lower, Intermediate, Superior, and Excellent.

It's a god-like being. The reason why Huo Tian of the Demon Continent was arrogant and unscrupulous had a lot to do with the spirit weapon in his hand, the best Black Tiger Sword.

The demon sword is a perverted artifact, even if it is a low-level artifact, it is dozens of times stronger than the best spiritual weapon.

The power of the demon sword, Han Bing has seen with his own eyes. The huge Lingjiao Temple sank to the ground in an instant.

Master Jingxiu was buried in the ground, as if it also verified the authenticity of the legend - the demon sword is indeed an evil thing, and whoever uses it will die!

Han Bing sighed and gently withdrew his hand. Although he longs to get the demon sword, he is afraid of death!

Now I can only look at the empty scabbard and talk about solace.

Why do people who use demon swords end up dying?

It's always been a mystery!

Han Bing vaguely felt that only the Master of Silent Rest could solve this mystery.

But Master Jingxiu and the demon sword have sunk into the unfathomable underground, and the former Lingjiao Temple has become the burial place of Zhao Xun, the first emperor of the Great Zhao Empire. If you want to get the demon sword, it is already impossible.

Unless there is a grave robbery......

A hint of crimson flashed in the cold eyes of the cold and cold Mori.

He clenched his fists and secretly swore again: "Demon Sword, one day, will belong to me!"

Han Bing sat down on his precious and comfortable tiger skin chair again. A pretty little girl was pouring wine diligently.

Outside the door, a big man hurriedly walked in, and as soon as he entered the door, he knelt on the ground, holding a yellow letter in his hand: "General, Master Divine Turtle has heard clearly, the beast hunting brigade chasing the wind has been wiped out in the Nine Cliffs. ”

Han Bing sat up straight, his brows furrowed: "That chasing the wind was named by the prince himself, I thought he had some magical powers, but I didn't expect that the result would be like this." ”

The big man said again: "Although the whole army of Chasing Wind and his party was wiped out, the Divine Turtle Master found that there was still a living mouth in the Nine Cliffs. ”

Han Bing stood up and said eagerly, "Who has such great ability to survive the Nine Cliffs Jedi?"

The big man shook his head: "Master Divine Turtle didn't say it, and his subordinates didn't dare to ask more!"

Han Bing slowly sat down again and took a sip of wine gently: "You go down first, and I will personally ask Master Divine Turtle." ”

Master Turtle lives in the Turtle Mansion.

The Turtle Mansion is not in the capital, but on the earth mountain eighty miles on the outskirts of Beijing.

Han Bing had heard the name of the Turtle Master for a long time, but he had never met him, let alone come to Tushan.

Tushan, worthy of its name. Although the mountain is tall, there is no grass, and everywhere you look, there are yellow-brown layers of soil.

Han Bing never dreamed that the famous Divine Turtle Master would live in such a desolate place.

Although the mountain is tall, there are no trees to cover it, so you can see it at a glance.

Surprisingly, apart from the loess, there is not a single building, not even a small house.

Ice flies up the mountain.

The mountain is nearly 100 zhang high, and the ice feet step on the hard loess, and you reach the top of the mountain in a moment. Look around from the top of the hill and you'll see everything. But to Han Bing's disappointment, the entire mountain of dirt was left with nothing but the dazzling loess.

Turtle Mansion, where is there any Turtle Mansion here?

(End of chapter)