There are many people in the world who are unwilling to return to Xuanyuan Taihua, especially the Great Dao Sect, because as soon as Xuanyuan Taihua returns, it will shake the status of the first sect of the Great Dao Sect in the Tang Dynasty.

Therefore, there is this embarrassing scene now.

Although everyone in the Great Dao Sect did not want the Taihua Sword Immortal to return, for the sword she inserted in the Great Dao Mausoleum, it was like a fish in the throat, and she originally wanted to pull it out quickly, but now, she had to stop Fang Lang from drawing the sword.

It's funny when you think about it, and you can't help but laugh.

Time passed little by little, and before I knew it, seven days passed.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Zhenshi and the others all looked up at the night sky, they seemed to be able to feel the passage of time, as soon as the time came, Zhao Zhenshi would immediately stop Fang Lang and expel Fang Lang from the Great Dao Mausoleum, so that he could no longer draw his sword.

At the foot of the mountain, the atmosphere became grim.

Huang Zhihe, who was supported by Ni Wen, squinted, and there was breath slowly flowing on his body.

He planned to buy Fang Lang a moment to draw his sword.

The night is dark, and the thousands of steps of the ladder are hidden in the night, and on the mountain peak, there seems to be a black cloud enveloping it, obscuring everyone's vision.

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Inside the avenue, in the depths.

Before the broken monument, there was a dead silence.

On the narrow mountain road, the disciples of the Great Dao Sect in blue robes were crowded, and their eyes were a little incredulous and shocking to each other, staring at the young man who held the hilt of the Lianhui Sword.

The Lianhui Sword has unfathomable power, and they tried to draw the sword, but basically no one could pull it out, because this sword was so heavy as heaven and earth that they couldn't pull it out at all.

Therefore, these disciples were very curious, why could Fang Lang pull it out?

What is different about Fang Lang from them?

Although Fang Lang is a sword cultivator, among the disciples of the Great Dao Sect, many of them have minor sword cultivators, such as An Fan is a sword cultivator of the Three Rank Realm.

However, when they touched the hilt of their swords, it was as if they were facing a vast heaven and earth.

Just like they faced the mausoleum left by the first generation to the head of the road, if they want to get a gift, they have to solve the monument and solve the puzzle in the monument.

Therefore, they believed that even if Fang Lang could draw his sword, he would not be able to draw it in a short period of time.

Soon, however, they found out that they were wrong.

but before the broken monument.

Fang Lang held the hilt of the Lianhui Sword, accompanied by the sword groaning that tore apart the dead silence of the entire Daoling, and the Lianhui Sword, which seemed to be rooted in the broken monument, was pulled out little by little.

Time seems to disappear in the flow of the inverted hourglass, and drawing the sword out of the monument seems to let these eliminated gravel return to the hourglass little by little.

This sword seems to have stirred time.

Everyone was in a trance, feeling that Fang Lang drew his sword, as if a moment had passed, and it seemed that a long time had passed!

And Fang Lang's feeling of drawing his sword is the most profound.

The sword qi collected from the three hundred and sixty mausoleum tablets in his body, and at this moment, it was like an ancient volcano that had been precipitated for millions of years, and the moment it was activated, it erupted in an instant.

Three hundred and sixty sword qi erupted from the cyclone of Fang Lang Dantian and penetrated into the Lotus Hui Sword, like the three souls and six spirits of a person who had been separated returned to their main body!

Thundered!

Fang Lang only felt that the earth was shaking, and he only felt that everything in the sky and earth was changing.

An inexplicable sword intent showed a picture in Fang Lang's sea of spiritual consciousness as if it had opened the world!

……

Fang Lang pulled out the Lianhui sword from the broken monument little by little.

The moment when the tip of the Lianhui sword pulled out the broken monument.

All around, there is a crackling, like a broken sound like fried beans, resounding incessantly, in the Great Avenue Mausoleum, every mausoleum is cracking, and a crack appears.

It's as if there was a sword and shattered three hundred and sixty mausoleums at the same time!

……

Illusion, this is the illusion that Lian Hui Sword fed back to him!

But Fang Lang recalled the illusionary pictures of countless mausoleums full of cracks, and his heart seemed to be crying.

If you draw your sword, you will destroy the mausoleum.

If this continues, does Fang Lang feel that he can really get out of this Great Dao Mausoleum?

Xuanyuan Taihua used the mausoleum of three hundred and sixty Great Dao Mausoleums to hold this Lotus Hui Sword.

This is cutting off the roots of the Great Dao Sect.

But now, Fang Lang is already on the bow and has to be sent.

This sword must be drawn even if it is not drawn.

Boom!

The sword body was pulled out of the broken monument, like a big tree rooted in the earth being pulled out alive!

Countless roots and branches are broken!

And those roots and branches are connected to every avenue mausoleum!

With a crisp sound, the Lianhui sword was pulled out by Fang Lang's hands, and the sharp tip of the sword pointed to the sky.

Outside the stele, the blue-robed Great Dao Sect disciples looked at Fang Lang who easily drew his sword in shock.

They looked as heavy as the Lotus Hui Sword that contained a world, and in Fang Lang's hands, it was like a swordsman easily pulling out a sword stuck in the soft soil.

The contrast gap is huge!

Suddenly, the bright and dazzling light, at this moment, burst out from the sword body of the Lianhui Sword, like a dazzling star to the extreme, wantonly shining the light on the earth!

The entire top of the Great Dao Mausoleum was covered by this light.

At the foot of the mountain, you can only see the light above the top of the mountain, illuminating the whole night!

The disciples of the Great Dao Sect in front of the stele only felt that an apocalyptic crisis was approaching, as if the entire Great Dao Mausoleum was about to collapse.

Fang Lang had cold sweat on his forehead, but he saw a sword intent swept through the Lianhui Sword.

It was like a gust of wind blowing over the hill and blowing through the entire Dao Mausoleum.

This is the sword intent in the Lianhui Sword.

Fang Lang faintly seemed to see a phantom behind him, it was Xuanyuan Taihua's phantom, and with a flick of his fingers, the Lotus Hui Sword trembled slightly.

A sword intent that seemed to have flowed against time burst out from the Lotus Hui Sword.

What stele cracked, what collapsed, what Daoling collapsed, all at this moment, in the sword intent of time reversal, was suppressed.

Like a sword, time goes back.

Everything returned to its original state, except for the sound of the breeze and drizzle, and the soft rustle of bamboo leaves like ocean waves.

The Lotus Hui Sword was simple and unremarkable, and it contained all the strangeness, but the terrifying power contained in it made Fang Lang's heart tremble.

The icy rain slapped on Fang Lang's skin, making Fang Lang shake and glance around.

Everything is intact, and the mausoleum has not collapsed because he drew his sword.

It turns out that everything is really an illusion?

However, Fang Lang felt ...... This is not the case!

He glanced at the Lotus Hui Sword in his hand, the Lotus Hui Sword was very ordinary, and unlike the Lotus Life Sword, the Lotus Hui Sword was covered with tiny gaps, like carvings.

However, now, in these gaps, starting from the hilt of the sword, Fang Lang could see a trace of energy like mercury slowly filling the gaps, about to fill the gaps of the entire sword.

It's like leaking time in an hourglass.

As if in ...... Countdown!

Fang Lang's eyes froze, his scalp was numb, he had to leave the Great Dao Sect quickly, as long as he ran fast, the destruction of the tomb was not done by Fang Lang.

Fang Lang put the Lianhui Sword into the sword box, kept his complexion unchanged, and remained as indifferent as water, and then walked out of the Broken Monument.

An Fan and a group of disciples of the Great Dao Sect were all in a trance, just now they seemed to be facing some great terror, but in an instant, these great terrors disappeared again.

"The sword has also been drawn, there is a lot of chatter, and it is time to leave and go to the next stop."

Fang Lang's face remained calm and calm, and he bowed his hand towards the disciples of the Great Dao Sect.

Then, he strode forward, hurriedly stepped on the stone stairs, and quickly walked out of the mausoleum.

On the narrow mountain road, in the hazy night, only An Fan and other disciples of the Great Dao Sect looked at the broken monument with complicated expressions.

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The breeze is slow, and the sound of bamboo leaves surging like a sea resounds.

Beneath the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Zhenshi frowned, looked up, he pinched his fingers and counted, seven days have arrived.

It's like the last grain of sand in an hourglass.

Zhao Zhenshi's eyes shrank, his robe flicked, and then, his figure rose to the sky, ascending the cloud ladder, like a superb light effort, a thousand steps of the cloud ladder, three steps in three steps!

However, just as he was about to enter the Great Dao Mausoleum to expel Fang Lang, he saw Fang Lang's figure walking out of the entrance of the Great Dao Mausoleum.

The breeze and drizzle are slightly blowing.

Fang Lang was wearing a white shirt and carrying a sword box, which was extremely conspicuous in the dark night.

Zhao Zhenshi obviously didn't expect that Fang Lang was already planning to walk out of the Great Dao Tomb, he stared at Fang Lang, his gaze turned, and landed on the sword box on Fang Lang's back.

In the sword box, I saw the hilt of the familiar Lotus Hui Sword!

The hilt of the Lotus Hui Sword that has been inserted on the broken monument for more than ten years, how could Zhao Zhenshi admit his mistake!

"You drew your sword?"

Zhao Zhenshi asked.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he pulled out a sword that the Great Dao Sect had been in his throat for more than ten years?

So, is this the arrangement of Regulus Taihua?

Only those who are destined can draw the sword?

Everything is in the calculations of Regulus Taihua?

Zhao Zhenshi stared at Fang Lang, and there was an inexplicable nameless fire surging in his heart.

"Unplugged."

Fang Lang Road.

Zhao Zhenshi looked at Fang Lang levelly, and the breeze blew the clothes of the two.

The sword that had been inserted in the Great Dao Sect for more than ten years was pulled away by the young man in front of him, as if it was destined to be pulled away by this young man.

Zhao Zhenshi stared at Fang Lang, and there was a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

Sect Leader Zhao Longshi is not here, should he let Fang Lang take this Lotus Return Sword and leave the Great Dao Sect?

At this moment, he is only an inch away from Fang Lang, if he makes a move, Fang Lang will definitely not be able to escape, and he will inevitably be suppressed and captured by him!

Fang Lang looked at Zhao Zhenshi, keeping his heart beating slowly.

The two looked at each other, looking at the two dragons behind the clouds, breaking through the clouds and roaring at each other.

Zhao Zhenshi was the first to look away, he looked at the misty Great Dao Mausoleum, as if he wanted to see what was wrong with the Great Dao Mausoleum after drawing his sword.

"Xuanyuan Taihua has inserted this sword into the Great Dao Mausoleum of my Great Dao Sect Holy Land for more than ten years, but what the purpose is, I can't find out."

"You say, for what?"

Zhao Zhenshi asked.

Fang Lang smiled: "What the master did, as a disciple, how can I, as a disciple, know?" ”

"I only know that when the master asked me to draw the sword, I will pull it out."

Zhao Zhenshi was silent for a long time.

Slightly sideways.

And Fang Lang said: "Thank you seniors." ”

Then, he strode out of the Great Dao Mausoleum area, and floated down from the cloud ladder in the eyes of many Great Dao Sect disciples at the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Zhenshi did not follow Fang Lang, but looked at the many disciples of the Great Dao Sect who had walked out of the Great Dao Mausoleum.

He looked at An Fan, who was the leader, and asked, "Is there anything wrong with the Daoling?" ”

An Fan shook his head: "There is nothing unusual, everything is fine, except for ...... The sword was drawn. ”

Zhao Zhenshi was in a trance for a while.

Could it be that Xuanyuan Taihua has inserted his sword in the Great Dao Mausoleum for more than ten years, is it really ...... Didn't do anything?

No way!

Zhao Zhenshi frowned slightly.

And Fang Lang landed at the foot of the mountain, and the disciples of the Great Dao Sect all looked at Fang Lang in a complicated manner, looking at this young man who overwhelmed half of the disciples of the Great Dao Sect and stirred up the entire Great Dao Sect.

Ni Wen supported Huang Zhihe and looked at Fang Lang coming from the crowd.

Huang Zhihe's face was full of smiles.

Fang Lang came to their side, and a smile was also on his face.

"Let's go."

Fang Lang smiled and said in a low voice.

Huang Zhihe was stunned.

His face, which was like the bark of a withered vine, suddenly shook, and his eyes turned to Zao Wou-ki.

Zhao Wuji immediately understood, summoned the carriage, Ni Wen helped Huang Zhihe into the carriage, and Fang Lang also got into the carriage unhurriedly.

"Drive!"

Zao Wou-Ki did not hesitate and flicked the reins violently.

The carriage did not take off directly, but turned around and slowly moved forward in the blue brick ancient road of the Great Dao Sect.

The top of a thousand steps.

Zhao Zhenshi carried his hands behind his back, overlooking the carriage and slowly drove out of the mountain gate of the Great Dao Sect, even if it was down the stairs, it was as if it was driving on flat ground.

Suddenly.

Zhao Zhenshi spoke: "It's getting late today, you might as well stay in my Great Dao Sect, and let my Great Dao Sect do its best to fulfill the friendship of the landlord." ”

In the carriage, Huang Zhihe's old laughter suddenly resounded.

"No need."

Zhao Zhenshi frowned slightly, he always felt uneasy, he shouldn't let Fang Lang just draw his sword and leave so easily.

Moreover, Fang Lang and the others seemed to have a problem with their hurried appearance.

Zhao Zhenshi looked back for the third time, looked at the Great Dao Mausoleum, he stepped into the Great Dao Mausoleum, and then, stepping on the stone steps, soon, came to the first monument.

Looking at the mausoleum left by the first generation of Taoist leaders, Zhao Zhenshi stretched out his hand and stroked it.

Click!

And at the moment when Zhao Zhenshi caressed it, in the smooth mausoleum, there seemed to be a pair of eyes that suddenly opened, and a sword intent was dispersed by the terrifying realization, and Zhao Zhenshi's subconscious spiritual thoughts trembled.

Then, with the sound of the breeze blowing and the churning of the bamboo sea, the sound of breaking sounded in the stele.

But he saw that the mausoleum was cracked.

The crack went from top to bottom, and finally stopped in Zhao Zhenshi's palm.

Zhao Zhenshi retracted his hand as if touching a hot potato.

I didn't do it!

Zhao Zhenshi's eyes flashed in disbelief.

Then, he rushed out of the stele, raised his eyes, and looked at the Great Dao Mausoleum in the vast night.

Click, click, click......

The view has passed.

One after another, the mausoleums shrouded in the stele have cracks.

It's like, a glance is full of tombstones!

Zhao Zhenshi was at a loss for a while, was it because he caressed the mausoleum of the first Dao head?

No!

Every inch of Zhao Zhenshi's skin trembled.

He stepped out in one step, as if shrinking into an inch, and instantly walked out of the Great Dao Mausoleum, his eyes full of madness and crimson.

He stared at the foot of the mountain, the carriage that slowly drove to the gate of the Great Dao Sect.

"Please stay!"

The sound exploded, echoing through the Tongtian Mountains.

And the carriage, which was originally slow and leisurely, after listening to Zhao Zhenshi's words, instantly soared in speed and galloped towards the outside of the mountain gate.