Chapter 8: The Break (3)
At this time, the door of the Danku slowly opened, and two Jindan-level spiritual cultivators walked in, and the two of them flew in lightly without touching the ground.
The body of a spiritual cultivator is that the soul has reached its limit, so that it has constructed a pure yin body similar to the physical body, so the weight is much lighter than that of a human cultivator.
As soon as the two of them walked over, one of the middle-aged spiritual cultivators with a mustache muttered, "Strange, I heard a sound inside just now, could it be that my ears misheard?"
One of the companions was a little older, with some black pockmarks on his face, and he smiled: "Brother Zhu, it must be that the things in here were not put away properly and fell to the ground." Our Great Sword Pavilion City is impregnable, how can anyone break in?"
Bazi Hu relieved himself: "Also, it's me who is too suspicious." ”
The pock-faced man smiled: "It's okay to be suspicious, anyway, let's stay outside and be bored, take the opportunity to come in and take a break." ”
Bazihu nodded, and couldn't help but inquire: "However, we don't leave our posts without permission, right?
The pock-faced man laughed and said, "You were only transferred in last month, and you don't know much about the affairs of our Great Sword Pavilion City, do you know that the management here is as strict as it is on weekdays, but when it comes to the three days of fasting, it is a good time to be lazy." ”
"Why is this? The big city lord and the small city lord are both in the big city lord's hall, what is the time to relax?" said Bazihu puzzled.
The pock-faced man said mysteriously: "Are you really in the big city lord's hall when you are the two city lords?"
"Of course, where can they go if they are not there? Isn't the fasting day practiced to pay tribute to the two city lords?"
The pock-faced man shook his head and said in a low voice: "To tell you the truth, the two city lords are not above, but at our feet!"
Fang Ling was originally thinking that the two of them were too wordy, and they nagged here for a long time, wasting their time in vain, but when they heard this, they couldn't help but prick up their ears.
Bazihu was puzzled and said, "Under us, what does this mean?"
The pock-faced man smiled: "This matter is a secret even in our Great Sword Pavilion Mountain, only a few people know about it, and the old man also happened to hear it, but this matter was said from the mouth of an important person, and it is absolutely true." ”
Bazihu was very interested when he heard it, and hurriedly asked: "Brother Xu, don't worry, I, Zhu, will never talk nonsense." ”
The pock-faced man said solemnly: "You should also know that the Sword Pavilion Twin Mountains were formed by the battle between the cultivators of the upper realm of the underworld and the ghost domain, and after a big battle, the dead cultivators were directly buried at the bottom of the lake of the Ten Thousand Ghost Corpse Land, that is, the location under the Sword Pavilion Twin Mountains, this was originally a secret, but it was later discovered by the people of our Sword Pavilion City when they were searching for spiritual objects at the bottom of the lake. ”
"Then what does this matter have to do with the two city lords?" said Bazihu.
The pock-faced man said cautiously: "The magic weapons of these cultivators were also buried at the same time, and they have become ownerless weapons after thousands of years. ”
Bazi Hu suddenly realized: "Could it be that the idea of the two cities is in the magic weapon?"
The pock-faced man said: "Of course, it's just that the buried magic weapons have both righteous and evil path magic weapons, forming a huge and unapproachable air mass. ”