"Qixia Mountain Lu Liangsheng greets!"

In the empty stone hall in the cave, Lu Liangsheng's words echoed for a long time, and in the swaying light, the tall stone platform in front of him did not respond at all.

'No response?'

The scholar who bowed his hand faced the instep of his foot, frowning slightly, thinking, if it was the right fate, there should be a response, could it be that my method was wrong?

"Qixia Mountain Lu Liangsheng greets!"

He shouted again, louder than the last time, the echo of the empty stone hall slowly dissipated, and above the outline of the stone platform in the dark, the shrine was still quiet, and no movement came out.

'Could it be that the soul has dissipated?'

After a while, Lu Liangsheng said: "Offended." Slowly raised his face, lowered his hand and approached the stone platform, but his eyes still subconsciously avoided the carving of Xingtian on the mountain wall, and only used his peripheral vision to observe the shrine like an old tree.

Maybe the age is too old, and there are no traces of divine light on it, but according to the description of the "Atlas of Mountains and Seas", the Yellow Emperor, who can behead this ancient god in a different place, should not be so weak.

Lu Liangsheng had a lot of doubts in his heart, but he didn't reach out to touch it so much that he walked back and forth twice under the stone platform, and after a closer look, he found that although there was no trace of divine light and divine power in the shrine, there was a faint mana near the square bronze box inside.

Raising the cuffs to block the view above the field of vision, the mana gathered at the bottom of the eyes, and I saw that around the huge bronze box, a wave of mana wrapped and entangled the box from top to bottom.

His gaze then followed the mana, and his brows furrowed even more.

"It's ......"

Compared with the size of the bronze box, the small and much smaller strips are suspended on it, and when you look closely, you can vaguely see the scabbard, the sheath body can not see the color and decoration, but looking at its width, it is definitely wider and longer than the moon sword on his waist.

“...... Scabbard. Calm Xingtian's head with a scabbard?"

Wrong.....

In the box is Xingtian, and the person who beheaded him is the Yellow Emperor, and the sword in his hand should be the legendary Xuanyuan..... Isn't the scabbard on it Xuanyuan's?

"You can't be greedy. ”

Lu Liangsheng knew that he didn't deserve it, if he took away the scabbard above, the Xingtian head in the box would wake up, and it would be unpredictable whether it would be a curse or a blessing in this world.

But when I came here, the ancient artifact was placed in front of me, and I didn't even look at it, which was a bit of a pity.

Just look at it. ’

Thinking in his heart, Lu Liangsheng's mana probed the shrine, without any divine power reaction, his body was vertical, and he jumped on the shrine lightly, the moment the tips of his shoes touched, he once again used his strength to pull it up, turned over and entered the opening at the top, raised his head, and looked at the bronze box that was taller than him, and the sword scabbard hanging above.

Bow down and bow again.

"Lu Liangsheng looked at the original appearance of the artifact closely, if he was not greedy, he hoped not to be surprised. ”

After speaking, he straightened up and jumped up, stretched out his hand to hold the wooden eaves of the opening of the shrine, hooked the hollow wood carving, and hung his body on the top of the shrine, looking at the scabbard that was almost at hand.

The mana above is obscure, extending along the red stripes on the sheath, and the sheath and the sheath tail are colored like flames of red gold, and the width of the sheath is about one and a half fingers long, and it can be measured by a heavy sword now.

Lu Liangsheng didn't dare to touch it, but he just looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but sigh: "The sword body artifact, the scabbard is not far behind." ”

In an instant, I felt that something was moving in my eyes, and before I could react, my feet suddenly stepped on it, and my vision became clear again.

Around, the pillars of the hall stretched, there was a fire burning, and Lu Liangsheng returned to the main hall, where he had stood before.

'What's going on?'

Lu Liangsheng's gaze swept around, the light became bright and extinguished, the wind whimpered and pounced in the shadows, as if there were auditory hallucinations in his ears, and suddenly, a voice spoke high-pitched and roared, slowly outlining the picture in his mind.

"The Yellow Emperor—"

The top of the huge mountain cracked, a huge head, the face rolled angrily and fell to the foot of the mountain, the muscles of the huge body squirmed, the chest was as hard as iron, two angry eyes were opened, a long mouth burst into the navel of the lower abdomen, and fangs were turned over.

Holding the beast-faced fanged giant shield in his hand, he brandished a large axe, and his voice roared between the heavens and the earth.

"-I don't accept the punishment!"

The sky cracked, the light dimmed, Lu Liangsheng's eyes were tightly closed, his eyes kept turning under his eyelids, and the roar from the ancient times seemed to shock his soul as uncomfortable.

Soon, the roar died down, and another voice spoke, forming a picture.

......

On Changyang Mountain, the forest is completely destroyed, the whole mountain is cut off a section, the wind is howling, a person is holding an ancient sword, and the sword body full of patterns reflects the sunlight and blooms golden.

The wind whimpered, and the sound was intermittent in Lu Liangsheng's ears.

"The Ancient Holy Ancestor opened the world..... Clay sculptures come through the world...... How can you be allowed to steal the aura of heaven and earth, nourish yourselves and seek immortality......"

“...... Today, behead the heavenly head and set up all spirits..... The formation is the beginning...... Protect the world, let you live forever outside the clouds, and don't meddle in the affairs of the world—"

......

As the last sound fell, Lu Liangsheng only felt that the "Boundless Mountains and Seas" hanging on his waist was slightly hot, and when he opened his eyes, the book flew up on its own and hung in front of him.

Before he could react, the shrine opposite the stone platform suddenly lit up golden, and a ray of divine light shone from the bronze box and reflected on the page, and the logo that originally painted a human head suddenly lit up, turning into the shape of an altar in front of Lu Liangsheng.

Whew-

A gust of wind howled in the hall, the scholar harnessed his mana, and his wide sleeves covered his face, and in an instant, the shrine on the stone in the distance, together with the entire carving of the mountain wall, gradually blurred into dense stars and detached, gathered into a galaxy, flew straight in, and rushed into the book.

On the painting, the altar outlined in blue ink is solidified, and a flash of divine light can be vaguely seen on it.

After a while, the stone hall quieted down, Lu Liangsheng lowered the sleeves of his robe, and the book in front of him fell into his palm.

Fingertips stroked the writing, and I couldn't see that this book was so powerful, and I received this bronze box and Xingtian wall carving, and there was a faint flow of divine power on it.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to offer you up in the future. ”

When Lu Liangsheng said with a low chuckle, "Boundless Mountains and Seas" suddenly shook, turned a page by itself, the page was squeezed, and a black shadow suddenly flew out of it.

It was the scabbard that hung from the shrine before.

"I know that you are extraordinary, and you must be unwilling to be entrusted to a mortal, but it is also fate to meet here, and you are willing to go out with me and find the sword body?"

The scabbard was silent, just hanging in the air and shrinking rapidly, turning into the size of a thumb, lying down in Lu Liangsheng's palm, feeling the divine power coming from above.

The scholar couldn't help but sigh with surprise in his heart.

'Artifact, .....'

Then he untied the jade pendant on his waist, wrapped the red rope mana on it, held it up by himself, wrapped the scabbard around it, tied a knot, hung it on Lu Liangsheng's waist and swayed, walked to the stone platform, and bowed three times.

"Thank you for the ancestor's gift!"

Although I don't know if the deceased Yellow Emperor can hear it, this sentence is indeed Lu Liangsheng's heartfelt thanks, but unfortunately the Xuanyuan Sword has a master, and it is a supreme artifact in China.