The world is silent.

At the foot of the mountain, a pair of eyes pierced through the clouds like sharp blades, and saw the white-clothed young man standing on the top of the thousand-step ladder, standing quietly with a sword.

The young man was sweating profusely, but with his sword and overlooking the mountain, he seemed to be a king who patrolled the mountains and rivers.

At this moment, everyone froze.

Even An Fan, who was closest to the top of the thousand-step ladder, raised his head slightly, looking up at the young man who was close at hand, although the young man's cultivation was not as good as him, although the young man's combat power was not as good as him.

However, at this moment, this young man is dazzling as if he is full of light.

Half of the disciples of the Great Dao Sect were actually suppressed by a young man!

At this moment, the boy is like the brightest star!

At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Zhenshi took a deep breath, his face was full of regret, and the worst result still appeared after all.

This young man actually suppressed Anfan and other geniuses of the Great Dao Sect of the Four Rank Realms, and arrived at the Great Dao Mausoleum first!

Zhao Zhenshi was very disappointed, and he was angry with the disciples of the Great Dao Sect!

However, no matter how disappointed he was, it was useless, Fang Lang arrived at the Great Dao Mausoleum, this situation, he also expected, but he originally wanted to use the rules to brush off Fang Lang, but he never thought that Fang Lang actually stepped on the rules and stepped on the heads of all the disciples of the Great Dao Sect.

Of course, Zhao Zhenshi also saw a terrifying tenacity from Fang Lang.

This young man doesn't look like a genius at all, because many geniuses don't have the tenacity that seems to have gone through a thousand hammers.

Below.

Many of the elders of the Great Dao Sect turned pale, after all, the disciples under their command were also stepped on by Fang Lang and became pedals.

"This son...... Why is there a steady stream of spiritual thoughts, even if there are earthly level cultivation techniques, it is not enough to support this son to squander like this! ”

"Cheating, cheating this son!"

"This son must be cheating in an unknowable way!"

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Several elders of the Great Dao Sect couldn't help but scream.

However, the words just fell.

There was a sound of laughter, and Huang Zhihe, who was supported by Ni Wen, sneered without concealing it.

"Cheating?"

"Do you have the ability to let your disciples cheat too?"

"Besides, cheating can climb the Great Dao Mausoleum, that is also because your Great Dao Mausoleum has not been managed well, can't your Dao Sect afford to lose? If you overpower your disciples, you say it's cheating? ”

"Fang Lang is still a disciple of Xuanyuan Taihua, is it unusual to suppress your disciples of the Great Dao Sect? Xuanyuan Taihua alone suppressed your entire Great Dao Sect, his disciples, suppressing the disciples of your Great Dao Sect, isn't it normal? ”

Huang Zhihe's old voice sneered.

The surrounding elders of the Great Dao Sect suddenly turned the color of pig liver.

Zhao Zhenshi also had a cold face and stopped talking, after all, Huang Zhihe was right, even if Fang Lang really cheated, but cheating can climb the Great Dao Mausoleum, that is also a skill.

Zhao Zhenshi stared at the top of the cloud ladder, the white-clothed young man in the clouds.

"It's not that easy to draw a sword!"

"The disciples of my Great Dao Sect are not people who can't withstand failure, the Great Dao Mausoleum is rarely opened, and you are also looking for an opportunity to belong to you in the Great Dao Mausoleum."

"Taihua Sword Immortal left a sword in my Great Dao Mausoleum, that sword, waiting for someone who is destined, you are also trying to draw the sword, if you can draw the sword, even if Xuanyuan Taihua Sword Immortal returns in person, I am afraid it is not easy to say anything."

Zhao Zhenshi said.

On the thousand-step cloud ladder, Zhao Zhenshi listened to the words like a morning bell in the evening, and the blue-clothed disciples responded with fists.

It's just that every disciple's eyes flickered, but they all understood the profound meaning of Zhao Zhenshi's words.

Let them pull out the lotus and return the sword, naturally it is impossible to pull it out, and the deeper meaning is......

Do you want them to stop Fang Lang from drawing his sword?

The light in An Fan's eyes converged, and he exhaled, his spiritual thoughts began to gradually recover, and he continued to climb.

On the ladder, the disciples who were stuck in their movements also began to continue to climb.

And at the foot of the mountain, the disciples of the Great Dao Sect who had stepped into the Upper Four Grades Realm stepped up the mountain one after another, and their climbing speed was extremely fast, and they arrived at the top of the cloud ladder after a while, and stepped into the Great Dao Mausoleum.

As Zhao Zhenshi, the deputy head of the sect, said, the purpose of these disciples entering the Great Dao Mausoleum was obviously to prevent Fang Lang from drawing his sword.

That Xuanyuan Taihua was inserted in the Great Dao Mausoleum, the holy land of the Great Dao Sect, and the entire Great Dao Sect was like a sword in the throat, but now, the disciples of the Great Dao Sect wanted to hinder the person who came to draw the sword, so that he could not pull out this sword.

The humiliation of the past now requires a huge amount of manpower to protect it, and it is a bit ironic to protect a humiliation.

At the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Zhenshi did not move, and many elders did not move.

And Huang Zhihe, who was supported by Ni Wen, did not move.

Although Huang Zhihe and Zhao Zhenshi's spiritual thoughts had already spread out, they collided in the air from time to time, emitting the smell of gunsmoke.

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Fang Lang sat cross-legged at the entrance of the Great Dao Mausoleum.

He didn't rush to the tomb, but took out the cultivation funds provided by the system, and he began to refine the spirit crystal, taking advantage of the huge consumption of spiritual thoughts, at this time, absorbing the spirit crystal, but the replenishment state was excellent.

Time passes bit by bit, the clouds are changing, and the clouds are gushing, bringing a little coolness from time to time.

Around Fang Lang, the disciples of the Great Dao Sect in blue robes stood one after another, looking at him from a distance in pairs.

An Fan also entered the mausoleum, looking at Fang Lang with a complicated expression.

They didn't go to the Great Dao Mausoleum to look at the mausoleum left by the great masters of the Great Dao Sect in the past dynasties, but stared at Fang Lang, staring at this Dao Sect outsider who had suppressed the disciples of the Great Dao Sect!

They want to stop Fang Lang from drawing his sword.

Fang Lang got up and glanced around, the weakest ones who could enter the Great Dao Mausoleum were all in the Four-Rank Realm, except for the top ten who climbed the cloud ladder and entered, the other people who entered the Mausoleum were all disciples of the Great Dao Sect in the Upper Four-Rank Realm.

Therefore, Fang Lang's cultivation in the Three Grades Realm was incompatible with these disciples.

If this group of disciples rose up in groups, Fang Lang was afraid that he would be beaten to death by being powerless to fight back.

However, Fang Lang was very calm.

It seemed that there were no disciples of these Great Dao Sects in his eyes, and there was no blue robe in his eyes, he raised his eyes and looked at the quiet mountains and forests in the distance, there was a quiet bluestone ancient road.

Different from the thousand-meter staircase of the thousand-step ladder, the ancient road here is full of mottled traces, has not been engraved with a magic array, is covered with moss, and is only more than two meters long, on both sides of the ancient road, there are green bamboos growing one after another, the bamboo leaves bend down and droop, in the wind, make a rustling sound.

Under the solemn gaze of the disciples of the Great Dao Sect around him, Fang Lang returned the Liansheng sword to the sheath, flicked the hem of his white clothes, and stepped up the stairs on the bluestone staircase.

Behind him, there was an uproar, and dozens of disciples of the Great Dao Sect also followed behind Fang Lang.

They never went to see the monument, nor did they explore, they pursued inheritance, but they all kept an eye on Fang Lang.

The ancient road is secluded, and Fang Lang stepped up the steps, but he felt that he was moving forward alone.

Soon, Fang Lang saw a bamboo forest on the side of the stone path, and there was a house in the bamboo forest, and there was a mausoleum in the house.

The eaves of the house are scattered like branches, blocking this monument, even if it rains and snow in the mountains, it is impossible to infect this mausoleum in the slightest.

There was a drizzle of rain in the mountains, as thick as silk, falling on Fang Lang's shoulders, soaking a little.

Let the stone path bluestone bring a little wetness, as well as a little slippery.

Entering this Great Dao Mausoleum, Fang Lang's heart calmed down, and he walked to the Luzhong Monument.

This is the first stele of the Great Dao Mausoleum, and it is also the mausoleum of the head of the Great Dao Sect, the stele is extremely smooth, I don't know how many people have touched it, but despite this, the inscriptions on the stele are still vigorous and powerful.

Fang Lang stands in front of the monument, the surroundings are quiet, the drizzle in the forest falls slightly, blowing the bamboo forest like the waves of the sea, and the sound of the kingfisher is soft.

His gaze fell on the stele, and there was no remembrance on the tombstone, so there was no poetry left.

There are only chaotic nicks, which are gifts left by the owner of the mausoleum to future generations, and the seemingly chaotic nicks actually contain the master's understanding of the art of the monument.

If you can unravel the inscription, you can tear through the fog, see the essence left in the monument, and even get an echo, capture the inheritance in the tombstone, and gifts!

Fang Lang stretched out his hand and pressed it on the mausoleum.

Behind him, the disciples of the Great Dao Sect all poked their heads out in curiosity.

They didn't expect that Fang Lang didn't rush to draw his sword, but instead began to try to solve the stele in the holy land of their Great Dao Sect.

"Will he be able to solve the inscription?"

"This is the first place left by the founder of my Great Dao Sect, containing endless wonders, over the years, there are very few people who can break the inscription and get gifts, and the entire Great Dao Sect cannot see a few."

"Basically, those who can solve the monument, their future achievements are definitely not lower than the great magic cultivation of the forbidden spell realm!"

Behind Fang Lang, a bunch of Great Dao Sect disciples flocked to them, originally they were ordered by Zhao Zhenshi to prevent Fang Lang from drawing his sword, but since Fang Lang did not draw his sword, they were curious to watch Fang Lang's process of solving the monument.

Fang Lang closed his eyes.

He felt a suction force in the tombstone, and an incomparably mysterious array diagram appeared in front of Fang Lang, which was the title of this tombstone, the title of the tablet.

Even if Fang Lang climbed the first five hundred ladders of the Thousand Steps Cloud Ladder, he had gained a lot of experience blessings from cracking the magic array through the Double Repair Card.

But looking at this magic array diagram, Fang Lang only felt a headache.

This is a question made up by people, and I can't understand it.

However, Fang Lang didn't let go of his hand, because he sensed a wisp of sword qi, and the sword qi contained a touch of sword intent, and this sword intent made the sword intent seeds in his cyclone dantian beat slightly.

"Sword Qi, Sword Intent?"

Fang Lang was stunned, and a touch of absurdity and surprise couldn't help but emerge in his heart.

This is the Great Dao Mausoleum, he is looking at the mausoleum, it is the place where the great masters of the Great Dao Sect of the past dynasties are sleeping, everyone is a master of the Dao, how can there be sword intent? !

Fang Lang fell into deep thought, and the disciples of the Great Dao Sect around him also raised their eyebrows, looking at Fang Lang who had not made a move for a long time, they all showed a sneer.

"It didn't cause the slightest resonance of the mausoleum, although this son has studied the way of the magic array, but if he wants to solve this kind of problem, I'm afraid it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky."

"Why is he wasting his time here? Don't just go and draw your sword? ”

"Is he trying to take advantage of us to let our guard down and then secretly draw his sword?"

One by one, the blue-robed disciples of the Great Dao Sect carried their hands behind their backs and looked at Fang Lang calmly.

And Anfan frowned, he felt that things were not so simple.

Time passed bit by bit, and around the house, there was a fresh breeze blowing continuously.

Fang Lang just stood like this, one day and one night, as if he was isolated from the world, immersed in a mysterious world.

The surrounding disciples of the Great Dao Sect were bored, and many disciples ran to visit the Enlightenment Mausoleum.

Of course, An Fan and the remaining disciples were still staring at Fang Lang.

However, they didn't bother Fang Lang to solve the stele, this is the respect that the disciples of the Great Dao Sect should have for the person who solves the stele, and it is also the respect for the predecessors of the Great Dao Sect buried under the tombstone.

The drizzle was sprinkled continuously, like cow hair swaying between the heavens and the earth, but it was blocked by the top of the monument.

Fang Lang's palm pressed on the smooth surface of the stele, and he caught that wisp of sword qi, the sword qi had sword intent, like a spirit, lurking under that magic array.

And Fang Lang had a great attraction, attracting the sword qi that was hidden behind the magic array.

"Come, come."

Fang Lang beckoned as if teasing a small animal.

The sword qi began to move cautiously and began to slowly approach.

Suddenly!

That sword qi suddenly accelerated, and it was actually on top of that magic array, simulating the lines of the magic array, and it was rotating rapidly!

After completely descripting the magic array, it flew out quickly, like a milk swallow returning to its nest, and flew towards Fang Lang!

Airplanes......

Fang Lang touched this wisp of sword qi, and in an instant, in Fang Lang's eyes, the inscription array of the mausoleum was also in Fang Lang's mind, and it was extremely clear!

Rumble!!!

Instantly.

Fang Lang felt that the mausoleum began to tremble, and then, an incomparably powerful pure spiritual power surged out from the mausoleum!

It's like a giant whale squirting water, suddenly sweeping and engulfing Fang Lang!

Fang Lang seemed to understand something in a trance......

The sword qi is near, and this sword qi is definitely related to the Lotus Hui Sword!

Fang Lang couldn't help but be stunned, these sword qi were not prepared for the sword drawer, or rather, if he didn't take these sword qi back, even Fang Lang couldn't pull out the sword!

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In the avenue, it is quiet and inexplicable.

The view of the monument, the staring of Fang Lang staring at Fang Lang.

It seems that the years are quiet, and time is stagnant.

In the time of one day and one night, Fang Lang seemed to turn into a sculpture, not moving at all, which had already caused the impatience of many disciples.

Now, only An Fan was still staring at Fang Lang.

But even An Fan began to waver in his heart at this moment, could it be that Fang Lang was pretending to be garlic?

Rubbing his somewhat sour eyes, suddenly, An Fan's movements froze, and he felt a burst of water vapor and a gust of breeze.

The wind is blowing.

In the bamboo forest, the bamboo leaves are blown by the wind, and the sound of the waves is suddenly emitted!

An Fan raised his head sharply and stared at Fang Lang.

But when he saw Fang Lang and the first tablet of the Great Dao Mausoleum in front of him, it was as if they were integrated!

An Fan's eyes shrank slightly.

I saw that the lines on the mausoleum were filled with mercury-like spiritual thoughts, and then a majestic and pure power washed out of the monument!

"This ......"

He ...... Did he solve it?! ”

"Impossible!"

An Fan was shocked, but the picture in front of him was so real, because what poured out of the mausoleum was indeed the pure spiritual thoughts left by the predecessors, a gift to the person who solved the inscription, and a gift to wash the dirt on the body of the person who solved the monument!

Not only An Fan, but also the many disciples of the Great Dao Sect who were trying to solve the monument around were also terrified and rushed over!

He looked at Fang Lang who was bathed in spiritual thoughts.

And Fang Lang grabbed the spirit crystal, and began to practice while absorbing the spirit crystal in the spiritual thoughts!

Streams of sword qi erupted one after another, Fang Lang's body was washed by spiritual thoughts, washing away the lead dust, and the three hundred and sixty points of his body emitted brilliance, and the sword qi condensed and hid in the holes!

Fang Lang's cultivation actually began to break through under the gift of this mausoleum, and his sword path cultivation stepped into the five-stage sword gang realm!

And this is just the cultivation of the sword path, Fang Lang's spiritual thoughts are also constantly solid and strengthened in the washing, and the spiritual thoughts that originally climbed the thousand-step cloud ladder and fell short were instantly filled!

Sixth-stage Instructor, Seventh-Stage Instructor......

Cultivation of the Dao of Arts, two stages in a row!

Around Fang Lang, there were even more ethereal star-like points of light, each of which contained extremely majestic spiritual thoughts and mana!

This is the prototype of the jurisdiction!

The fluctuations gradually subsided, and Fang Lang opened his eyes.

The gift of the mausoleum is a good benefit for Fang Lang, no wonder Chao Xiaojian said that it may be a big opportunity to let him come to the Great Dao Sect to draw his sword.

Fang Lang frowned, but he didn't care much about these opportunities now, because he suddenly seemed to have discovered a secret that he couldn't tell.

Is it the only one that hides sword energy, or is it ...... This Mandao Mausoleum contains all the sword qi?!

He needed to get to the bottom of the secret, perhaps because he drew his sword.

Taking a step back, Fang Lang shook his sleeves lightly and shook towards the mausoleum.

Then, the white clothes flew up, turned around and stepped on the bluestone stairs, and walked towards the other stone monuments in the drizzle and the sound of the bamboo sea.

After Fang Lang left calmly.

Anfan's eyes were full of disbelief, and he paced to the mausoleum.

Trembling and reaching out his hand.

Spiritual thoughts poured out, and in an instant, the picture in front of him changed, and the magnificent, complex enough to give people a headache appeared in front of his eyes!

An Fan looked at the magic array blankly, the dreamlike question of the magic array, like a knife, ruthlessly shattered An Fan's self-esteem and pride.

This creepy conundrum...... That guy, can you solve it?!

Long......

Anfan's spiritual thoughts withdrew, and the whole person lost his soul.

He cultivates ...... Fix a lonely?

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