"This power?"

Lu Sheng was shocked and confused.

Song Mingdao recognized this power. It was the ancient aura. To be more precise, it was the ancient aura on the ancient sword.

Ever since Lu Hen Ge entered the underworld, he has never taken out the Ancient Sword, and the Ancient Aura has not dissipated.

But now.

The ancient aura emanated on its own and began to protect its master.

This was something Song Mingdao had not expected, and of course, it was also beyond Lu Sheng's expectations.

"Ancient aura?"

"Does he have an ancient secret treasure?"

Lu Sheng was a little surprised.

If she had been told earlier that Lu Henge had an ancient secret treasure on him, she wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble.

The ancient aura is sharp and incisive, like a sword drawn from its sheath. From this point, it is not difficult to see that the secret treasure carrying the ancient aura is a sword.

"This kid has a lot of good fortune."

Lu Sheng sighed.

Although Lu Hen Ge's talent for cultivation is not outstanding in Taoism, and can even be said to be the lowest level, but in terms of fortune and luck, Lu Hen Ge is really beyond reproach.

This may have something to do with the fact that Lu Hen Ge is a Daoist. With the protection of the Three Thousand Great Daos, Lu Hen Ge's luck must be much better than that of ordinary people.

Lu Sheng looked at Song Ming and said, "You should be able to take this sword out of the storage ring."

Lu Hen Ge is the reincarnation of Song Mingdao.

Logically speaking.

The powers of these two people are of the same origin, and even their souls and bodies are highly compatible, so it should be possible to take things from Lu Hen Ge's storage ring.

Song Mingdao did not refuse and urged his soul power to probe into the storage ring. Soon, a rusty iron sword appeared in Lu Sheng's sight.

Lu Sheng frowned slightly.

This ancient secret treasure... looks a bit shabby.

In Lu Sheng’s inherent impression, any secret treasure with an ancient aura should have a domineering and gorgeous appearance.

The ancient times were before the emergence of the fairyland.

That's why.

As long as it has something to do with the word "ancient", it is basically an unparalleled treasure.

Take the Bagua Mirror in the Eighteen Levels of Hell for example. It is also an ancient secret treasure, but it is different from ordinary ancient secret treasures. The fully awakened Bagua Mirror does not have an ancient aura, but is covered by the rhyme of Tao.

Taoist magic weapons basically all take the Dao rhyme as the source of their power.

Ordinary ancient secret treasures, on the other hand, draw their power from the ancient aura.

Strictly speaking.

There is no difference between the ancient aura and the rhyme of Tao.

Both of these forces are much stronger than the so-called immortal power and spiritual power, but Taoism is too strong, which makes the Taoist rhyme seem to be higher than the ancient aura.

"What is the name of this sword?"

Lu Sheng asked.

Song Mingdao did not hide it: "Ancient Sword."

Tsk!

What a straightforward name!

The person who named this weapon is obviously a talented person, as he is afraid that others will not know that this sword is a treasure from ancient times.

Lu Sheng didn't dwell on this. He looked at the ancient sword and nodded, "With the ancient aura of this sword, we can delay for a while."

Is it just a delay?

Song Mingdao felt a little regretful.

But it makes sense when you think about it.

Meng Po's origin is mysterious.

The Mengpo soup brewed by Mengpo could not be suppressed so easily.

Lu Sheng urged, "Quickly extract a wisp of Dao rhyme from him. I'll go and try to awaken the Bagua Mirror. The ancient aura and my blood essence can only delay time, but can't counteract the Mengpo soup."

actually.

As a last resort, Lu Sheng still has a way to save Lu Henge.

But this method would cause her too much harm, and it would be completely self-defeating for the benefit of others. From Lu Sheng's perspective, she naturally did not want to use this method.

Song Mingdao lowered his eyes slightly, and in an instant, a strange soul fluctuation spread out. After entangled with the ancient aura around Lu Hen Ge for a moment, it finally merged with Lu Hen Ge's aura.

Lu Sheng is right.

In a sense, the powers of Lu Hen Ge and Song Mingdao are of the same origin. Song Mingdao can not only take out the ancient sword from the storage ring, but also draw power from Lu Hen Ge.

To be on the safe side, Song Mingdao drew out two strands of Taoist aura, one gold and one purple.

The Dao rhyme hovered in the air for a few seconds, and was then quickly captured in Lu Sheng's palm.

"You stay by his side."

"If you're lucky, you can wait until I come back. If you're unlucky, you might have to run away with him first."

Lu Sheng's expression was very serious.

Song Mingdao didn't understand what he meant.

Lu Sheng explained: "The living dead in the Void Dojo are very sensitive to Dao rhyme, especially the fresh Dao rhyme. Maybe the people in the Void Dojo have already noticed this place."

Song Mingdao was embarrassed.

Oh shit!

Why didn’t you say so earlier!!

When Lu Henge jumped into the Wangchuan River and swam ashore, he was using the Dao rhyme the whole time. Doesn't that mean that people from the Void Daochang might come at any time?

Lu Sheng consoled him, "Don't worry. The people at the Void Dojo don't know Meng Po has left yet. The name Meng Po is the biggest deterrent. Let's say this kid is lucky. Maybe the people at the Void Dojo haven't noticed."

Song Mingdao's expression was extremely solemn: "Go quickly and come back soon."

He is just a soul.

If anyone from the Void Dojo comes looking for them, he and Lu Hen Ge will surely die.

Lu Sheng did not hesitate and rushed directly into the Wangchuan River. His figure disappeared in an instant.

Song Mingdao was alert to his surroundings. The biggest danger now was naturally the Void Dojo. Unfortunately, he was just a soul and couldn't set up a formation.

The other side.

Lu Sheng entered the Eighteen Levels of Hell with Lu Hen Ge's two strands of Tao rhyme.

This time.

The scene in the Eighteen Levels of Hell is completely different from before.

The rich three-colored Dao rhyme from before disappeared completely at this moment. Ferocious skulls flew up and down around Lu Sheng, muttering some confusing words: "Drain the Dao rhyme from him, and you will definitely be able to awaken the Bagua Mirror."

"Just two wisps of Dao Yun are not enough. We need more. That kid has a lot of Dao Yun. He won't die if he draws a little more."

"Aren't you the one who hates Taoism the most? This kid is a Taoist. You should kill him and let his soul suffer here for eternity."

"Have you forgotten what Taoism did to you?"

Whispering sounds.

Bewitching again and again.

Lu Sheng looked up at the skull in the air: "You used to be Taoists too, and now you're encouraging me to attack Taoists. How ironic."

"You are a bunch of pitiful creatures abandoned by Taoism. You have abandoned your physical bodies and tried to control the Bagua Mirror over the course of countless years. You are even more pitiful than the Taoist sect in the immortal world."

The words fell.

The dead air began to boil.

Countless angry roars resounded throughout the eighteen levels of hell.

Lu Sheng sneered: "I do hate Taoist people, but you... don't even have the qualifications to make me hate you."

Finished.

Lu Sheng no longer hesitated.

Only a group of helpless, furious and suffering souls were left, staring helplessly at Lu Sheng's back.