Chapter 213 The world is boundless and snow falls in Chang'an!

The confident words reached Li Shimin's ears, making him feel the infinite confidence in them.

Although I can't figure out how to face a group of top masters.

But he knew Zhou Yi's character, and he couldn't help but become curious, so he stopped trying to persuade him.

Li Shimin thought of his family and immediately changed the subject:

"My father once met with me privately after the New Year to discuss drafting a document asking the King of Dai to follow the example of the King of Yue in the Eastern Capital, so that Chang'an could peacefully submit to the new dynasty."

Zhou Yi nodded secretly, this was more in line with Li Yuan's personality.

Continuing to hold on or leaning towards the Turks would only cut off one's own retreat.

However, Er Feng's expression showed that she hadn't finished her words: "What happened?"

Li Shimin shook his head in thought:

"My father has changed his mind and has been delaying. I sense something is amiss; he seems to be under duress, trapped in a difficult situation. But I can't resolve the issue, so I don't dare to alert the enemy. I'll just wait for Brother Zhou to retrieve the relic and return to my house. Once he sees you, he'll have no reservations and the truth will surely be revealed. There won't be any need for further fighting in Chang'an."

He glanced towards the north:

"The Turkic army wants to march south. We can rely on Chang'an to fight our way to the northern desert, pacify Liang and Western Qin, and then destroy Liu Wuzhou and Liang Shidu. Then the world will be at peace."

Turning to face Zhou Yi, he said with confidence:

"I can't deal with a martial arts grandmaster, but I'm somewhat confident in dealing with them."

General Tian Ce was being too modest when he said this, Zhou Yi thought about it.

In his memory, Jie Li and Tu Li led an army of 200,000 to the north bank of the Wei River, with flags fluttering for dozens of miles. The capital was depleted of troops, and Chang'an was under martial law, causing panic among the people. However, Er Feng set up a deceptive attack and led six cavalrymen to confront the Turkic army, accusing them of violating the alliance.

In the end, it was Jie Li who got scared.

So they stopped fighting, beheaded Bai Ma, and signed the Weishui Alliance.

When Zhou Yi thought of this, combined with the current situation, he couldn't imagine what chance Jie Li had of winning.

These Turks were good at looting on horseback, but not at conquering cities, not to mention the magnificent walls of Chang'an.

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Brother Li, please prepare some wine and wait for me to come."

Li Shimin bowed solemnly and said, "I look forward to your presence."

Li Xiuning, Du Ruhui, Yuchi Jingde, Pang Yu and others also bowed their hands in greeting. Chai Shao, who had just opened his eyes and was still lying down, also followed Li Shimin in lying down and clasping his fists.

Chai Shao wanted to thank him for saving his life, but under the hazy moonlight, the figure in white turned around and walked away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Everyone was distracted for a moment, then went to check Chai Shao's injuries.

Among all the people present, only Yuchi Jingde was the calmest.

Du Ruhui was amazed:

"The fatal injury was reversed and repaired in such a short time. It can be said to be a miracle of resurrecting the dead. Master Chai is also a blessed man. If it weren't for the Heavenly Master, we would be helpless to help."

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as being helpless," Pang Yu kicked Yan Li's corpse. "Yan Li has become so strange, and so have these disciples of Demon Spear."

Just now, his signature move was misplaced and was pierced by a spear.

"Does it feel familiar?"

"Yes, it seems to be similar to what happened at Pegasus Ranch. Their transformation is very similar to that of the bandit leader among the Four Great Bandits, only they are more difficult to deal with."

"Yes, that's them!"

“…”

Several people discussed it, but couldn't come up with an answer.

Li Shimin frowned and looked in the direction where the demon spear escaped. Yan Pingzhao was not beaten back by them, but was frightened away by the situation here.

I really can't figure out the other party's purpose.

"Just pretend this never happened and don't mention it when you get back."

Li Shimin gave a warning.

"yes!"

Everyone agreed, and while gathering the wounded, they waited for Chai Shao to practice his qigong and regulate his breathing.

By the time they returned to Chang'an, it was already late at night.

Unexpectedly, when approaching the moat, Li Shimin, who had the best eyesight, caught a glimpse of a corpse floating in the river.

He turned his head and everyone noticed.

With Erfeng's instruction, Yuchi Jingde whipped the corpse and rolled it up. The moment he put away the whip, he felt that the corpse, which looked very tall, was light and weightless.

Maybe he has been dead for many days.

When everyone suddenly saw a dead person, they just checked it out of caution, not expecting to find anything.

But when Yuchi Jingde turned the body over and removed the veil from his face, everyone in the Li family felt a chill down their spines.

Li Xiuning was shocked: "Uncle!"

She took a closer look and found that it was indeed good.

It was Li Shentong, the famous master of the Li family and Li Yuan’s cousin!

However, Li Shentong's face was deflated, and he looked broad only because his clothes were stretched out by the water.

Li Shimin pinched Li Shentong's arm, but felt like he was holding a dry bone, without any flesh at all.

Before they could react, Pang Yu shouted, "Look!"

There was also a body in black on the river.

Yuchi Jingde didn't wait for it to float down, but ran upstream and pulled it back with a whip.

He skillfully removed the veil, and everyone's ominous premonition became stronger.

The face was similar to Li Shentong's, both were shriveled. They looked carefully and found that his ears were extremely large and there was a conspicuous blue birthmark behind his right ear.

"How could it be him!"

"Demon Spear Yan Pingzhao!" Yuchi Jingde was also frightened. He checked again and found that he was not mistaken. "He was still fighting with us just now. How could he be dead and turned into such a strange appearance?"

The bodies of two masters, Li Shentong and Yan Pingzhao, suddenly appeared before their eyes, making them extremely uneasy.

Chai Shao said:

"Shimin, Xiuning, I'm seriously injured. Please accompany me to the Chai Mansion first."

Du Ruhui said, "Second Master, it's better for you to go with Master Chai first. We can make plans after we have seen the situation at Yuema Bridge tomorrow."

It is obvious that the Li Mansion is in great danger at this moment.

Many thoughts flashed through Li Shimin's mind, and he finally nodded.

They took the body with them and headed towards Chai's house in a low profile manner.

That night, perhaps because there were too many powerful martial arts figures gathered in Chang'an, the sounds of fighting could be heard from time to time.

When the cocks crowed and the sky brightened, the sounds of fighting died down again, as if the fight had never happened.

The dark clouds that had accumulated overnight spread across the sky, and the city of Chang'an seemed to be placed in a huge gray pottery jar.

The clouds rose from the mountains and valleys, gradually expanding and enlarging, and finally covering the Suzaku Avenue and the hundreds of streets and alleys, as if they would touch the magnificent wall at any time.

Yesterday, the three great masters fought at Yuema Bridge, and this time there were even more people gathered.

The noise from both sides of Yong'an Canal seemed to be able to make a hole in the thick clouds in the sky.

Around noon, the Yaojing Teahouse, located south of the bridge, was like a black hole, attracting a lot of attention.

It’s just because the two people sitting by the window are too special.

"Brother Song, please have some tea."

Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi were standing behind Song Que. When they heard the voice, they couldn't help but look up at the old man opposite them who had five long beards and an elegant and simple face.

The two naturally knew the old man's identity.

Song Que stroked the cup and said with a smile, "Mr. Ning is really in a good mood. I'm afraid he will stay here for many days."

"Brother Song, why do you have to mock me?" Ning Daoqi stroked his beard briskly. "I am just an ordinary person who is obsessed with martial arts."

Song Que said calmly, "Since I have already achieved a state of tranquility and emptiness, and am pursuing a state of freedom and inaction, why should I cling to this?"

This is a question about his "Nanhua Jing".

Ning Sanren smiled slightly, not angry at all. He could feel Song Que's fighting spirit.

This Heavenly Sword would be fine if it stayed in Lingnan, but once it was unsheathed, it was so sharp.

"Ning is not obsessed, but I understand that my talent is limited. If I hadn't seen the void shattered last time, I would have let go of my worries and spent the last moments of my life admiring the mountains and rivers."

Whenever you hear his voice, you can feel the sincerity in it.

Ning Sanren was like a ball of air, no matter how he punched, he felt no force.

Song Que nodded slightly. Ning Sanren's words resonated with him.

So he followed a line of sight from the side and shifted his gaze to a naturally beautiful nun.

Fan Qinghui looked at Song Que quietly, and Song Que looked at Fan Qinghui.

Behind the Master of Cihang Zhai, Shi Feixuan looked at the two of them and wondered, "Can Master understand the flaws in the Dini Patriarch's technique?"

She knew that the two were old lovers and had once been in a relationship.

That silent eye contact seemed to convey something.

The Evil King and the Queen of Yin at another table not far away both had playful smiles on their faces as they watched a show. It would be even more exciting if the Judge of Wulin were invited here at this time.

Kankan stayed beside Queen Yin. Apart from occasionally looking outside, her eyes were mostly focused on Shi Feixuan.

Inside the teahouse, there was only a fat man wearing a fuku and a gray robe who seemed uneasy.

Because he is the owner of a teahouse.

Because the teahouse is close to Yuema Bridge, it attracts many important people to drink tea here.

The second floor should have been bustling with people.

When these big men appeared, all the martial arts masters dared only watch from afar.

If they start fighting, the teahouse will be reduced to ruins.

"Qinghui, why don't we have tea together?"

Song Que's words caused Fan Qinghui's expression to change slightly.

The person is still the same as before, but times have changed and the state of mind is completely different.

There was an uncomfortable sense of distance in the familiar voice.

This feeling is completely different from when he met the Judge of Wulin. The Heavenly Sword is sharper and cuts more cleanly than Cihang's sword energy.

Master Fanzhai is a devout Buddhist, so naturally he is a master of the tea ceremony.

But after hearing what Song Que said, she no longer had the heart to pour him tea.

Fan Qinghui glanced at Song Que and said softly, "Brother Song, you have changed a lot."

"yes."

"It's actually very simple," Song Que said with a hint of reminiscence, "because Song finally figured out what he was missing."

His slightly vicissitudes of life tone at this moment, coupled with his handsome appearance, neat beard, and chin raised at a forty-five degree angle, made Fan Qinghui unable to take her eyes away for a moment.

Especially the way he speaks.

Back then, Tian Dao was similar to Wulin Judge. He was extremely accommodating to her and most likely would not argue back, let alone remain calm after seeing her.

The running under the sunset and Tian Dao's heartwarming smile have all disappeared like passing clouds and smoke.

Now, he is just a cold weapon.

The Cihang sword technique she practiced could not find any flaws against such weapons.

Fan Qinghui remained calm, nodded slightly and said, "Congratulations, Brother Song."

Song Yuzhi and Song Shidao watched the whole process without saying a word.

Ning Sanren sat among them, looking left and right. There was a smile in his eyes as he raised his cup to drink tea.

This old couple is even more interesting than the old couple behind him.

When they met at this moment, in silence, one used Cihang swordsmanship and the other used Tiandao, each of them was killing the person they loved.

It seems that the Heavenly Sword is sharper.

Song Que looked at Fan Qinghui calmly and asked a pointed question: "I heard that the two holy places are pursuing the Mandate of Heaven. Have they found their destiny now? Are they here for the relics, or are they targeting the Heavenly Master?"

His gaze flew towards the old ladies carrying swords behind Fan Qinghui.

These people all came from the Qinling Mountains.

Song Que was testing their and Ning Daoqi's attitudes.

Fan Qinghui suddenly felt heartbroken and couldn't express his pain.

Even Liaokong from Jingnian Zen Temple gave up.

She sighed inwardly, hiding the helplessness in her eyes. "So-called destiny has long been unconstrained. My purpose in coming here, like most of my fellow jianghu people, is not to target anyone."

Ning Daoqi looked relaxed and didn't care about this matter at all. He had fulfilled his promise and was now free.

He did not answer but asked, "Brother Song, are the changes in your body caused by the Heavenly Master?"

"That's right."

"We once fought in Lingnan and had a very pleasant conversation."

As expected, Fan Qinghui thought to herself, looking at the teacup in Song Que's hand, not noticing that the obedient disciple beside her was looking out with expectant eyes.

"It's a pity that I, Ning, have been fascinated by your sword fights, but I have never had the chance to witness them."

Song Que replied, "Actually, I really want to see Sanren's Sanshou Bapu."

Ning Daoqi stroked his beard and smiled. He didn't want to fight with Song Que at the moment, so he was about to decline politely. Suddenly, his eyebrows moved and he felt a cool breeze blowing on his face.

Not only him, all the masters present noticed something unusual.

Several old ladies with swords on their backs who were sitting in meditation in Cihang Jingzhai opened their eyes, and the Yin Hou Xie Wang flashed out from the teahouse in the form of two phantoms.

On the Yuema Bridge, Wu Zun stood with his hands behind his back, looking towards the downstream of the Yong'an Canal.

The noise broke out.

Many martial arts masters jumped out, and the people from the Longxi School and the Yellow River Gang could only watch from afar and could not occupy a core position.

Qiu Wensheng, the leader of the Guanzhong Sword School, jumped from the weapons shop run by his subordinates onto the roof. Not far away from him, there was a man with a perfect figure and a strange face.

As a fellow swordsman, Qiu Wensheng naturally felt depressed when he saw the chess sword master.

After all, ever since he started practicing swordsmanship, the other party has been an unattainable mountain.

now

Fu Cailin's eyes met his at a point on the Yong'an Canal.

This point is constantly moving forward as the boat moves.

The wind grew stronger, like an invisible hand lifting the willows on the canal bank, and their flexible branches kept dancing.

The cloth curtains hanging under the eaves of the taverns on both sides of the river were also pulled, making a soft fluttering sound.

A muffled sound of thunder rolled faintly from the depths of the dark clouds, as if a羯轰 was being struck in a very distant place, but the vibration penetrated the thick clouds and fell heavily into the heart.

The boat went upstream and the boatman was no longer in sight.

There was only an elegant young man in white standing at the bow. His sleeves fluttered, his hair was flying, and he had a faint smile on his handsome face. He ignored the gazes of the masters, revealing a kind of elegant, unconventional and gentle demeanor.

How could anyone who went to Yuema Bridge to join in the fun not know who had arrived?!

Many people looked underwater.

If the Yong'an Canal was not crystal clear, they would even suspect that there was someone pushing the boat from under the water, otherwise how could it go upstream?

Many old monks who had their eyes closed not only opened their eyes but also ended their meditation posture.

All the top masters turned their eyes to look over.

Fu Cailin dodged the three disciples and stepped onto the Yuema Bridge.

Following Bi Xuan closely, Tuoba Yu and Chunyu Wei retreated from the bridge which was wide enough for four vehicles to run side by side at the order of their master.

They looked at the young man on the boat.

I feel uneasy.

The noisy banks of the Yong'an Canal became strangely quiet. At this moment, a loud voice broke the silence.

"Tianshi, you finally showed up."

The voice came from Wu Zun.

"So, you were waiting for me?"

This place is Middle-earth, and surrounded by many masters who are no less capable than him, Bi Xuan's words did not make him seem arrogant:

"All the masters in the world are waiting for you."

"Everyone is very enthusiastic," Zhou Yi looked towards Yuema Bridge, his voice reaching everyone around him, "But who are you?"

This is tantamount to asking a question even though you already know the answer.

As Bi Xuan spoke, his whole body was emitting a scorching sun energy.

The only person in the world who can master this extraordinary skill to such a level is Wu Zun.

Bi Xuan's stern eyes revealed a fighting spirit.

In response to Zhou Yi, there was a violent gust of scorching sun wind that blew wildly from Bi Xuan's body.

His extraordinary skill of flaming sun made the surrounding space scorching hot and boiling, rapidly expanding. The hot wind gave people a strange feeling as if they were in the hottest days of summer.

However.

As Bi Xuan expanded the Yan Yang territory, the heart-chilling cold spread along the Yong'an Canal at a faster speed.

“Ka-ka-ka~!”

Visible icicles climbed up the Yong'an Canal, and its range was far larger than the Yanyang area. The surface of the river was frozen!

Many people were stunned when they saw this scene.

What’s even more bizarre is that the boat still doesn’t stop and continues to break through the ice.

Wu Zun frowned and pressed on, but the more he pressed on, the more his domain became compressed. He pressed on for one point, and the other party seemed to press on for three points.

So much so that those who were near the canal and whose internal energy was not deep enough began to shiver.

The coldness grew stronger and stronger, rushing towards the sky.

Suddenly, the dark ink in the sky rolled up, as if a hole was torn open, and endless white hail poured down from the sky.

At first, there were a few sparse, cold raindrops hitting their faces, and everyone wondered if it was willow catkins.

Suddenly it became as dense as salt being sprinkled, and then it turned into goose feather snow, fluttering down and pressing down on the city.

“Oh my god~!!”

Kou Zhong, who had just run out of the tavern, couldn't help but yell, "It's snowing!"

Xu Ziling was also stunned.

They reached out to catch the snowflakes and wiped them on the back of Ba Fenghan's neck, which represented fate, as if to calm him down.

Ba Fenghan looked at this miracle and looked up at the sky, feeling it was so vast and deep that it was hard to look up to.

Stretch out your palm and do the same.

This spring snow has no warmth at all, but is extremely cold, penetrating even the brocade quilts and silk clothes.

The people on both sides of the canal were caught off guard, and in an instant their hair turned white and their shoulders were covered with white powder.

He reached out to take it, and the six ice crystals instantly melted in his palm. A sharp chill penetrated his bones, making his whole body shudder.

Only then did I realize that ice and snow are very different and contain great power.

It is to use a mortal body to drive the infinite changes of heaven and earth.

The unyielding Wu Zun continued to activate the Yan Yang Qi Gong. People could feel the terrible power contained in his strong body.

The water in Yong'an Canal is constantly evaporating and turning into vast water vapor.

In a blink of an eye, the water vapor was blown into the sky by the wind.

Then it turned into snow again.

Zhou Yi stopped the boat on the Yong'an Canal and looked at Wu Zun quietly.

The more Wu Zun expanded his Flame Sun Domain, the heavier the snow fell. He was secretly shocked, thinking that the other party had found a way to penetrate his skills.

but

I also want to see how long this person can hold on.

The snow on the bluestone slabs at the bridge head gradually became thicker, quietly smoothing out the ruts and footprints of passing vehicles.

The willow trees beside the bridge, which had just begun to sprout, now had branches and twigs as white as ice sculptures.

Among the crowd, Yuchi Jingde, the calmest one, was patting the snow off Li Er's shoulders.

Du Ruhui looked up at the sky, not knowing what to say.

A branch next to him couldn't bear the weight and rustled the cold leaves. The slight noise woke him up.

Then he murmured, "Tianshi, has he become an immortal?"

Yuchi Jingde patted Du Ruhui's shoulder and said, "Is there any need to ask? If someone can revive the dead, he is no longer an ordinary person."

Changsun Wugou glanced at Li Shimin sideways, and she found that in addition to yearning, there was also awe in her husband's eyes.

The snow curtain deepened, the long street grew quieter, and the sky and earth were densely woven by this sudden white.

At the end of March in the first year of Kaiyuan, there was heavy snow in Chang'an.

This spring snow is not a lingering memory of winter, but a return of the cold, making every living heart on Yuema Bridge beat more violently.

Bi Xuan stopped, put away his Yan Yang Qi Gong, and let the snowflakes fall on his head.

After more than ninety years of hardships, he still remains youthful, but his shiny black hair is now turned white by snow.

In his eyes, the white clothes of the man on the Yong'an Canal seemed to be connected with the surrounding white, giving him great pressure.

At this moment, the invincible and world-famous Martial Master of Mobei, whose martial arts will that regarded no opponent seriously, finally began to show cracks.

Zhou Yi asked again: "Who are you?"

Wu Zun withdrew the Yanyang Domain and naturally responded with words: "Bi Xuan."

"So it's Wu Zun, no wonder he's so angry," Zhou Yi chuckled and jumped onto the Yuema Bridge.

The two did not fight directly, nor did they test each other like the three masters did yesterday.

However, it seemed as if the winner had been decided.

If a powerful martial arts master chooses to respond, it means he is giving in.

Regardless of whether they came for the Evil Emperor's relics or not, the Middle-earth warriors at Yuema Bridge were more excited than each other.

Wu Zun is the best master in the desert grassland, and Ning Sanren ended up in a draw when fighting him.

now

But the Heavenly Master has the upper hand over him!

Many people looked around and nodded silently. Legend has it that the Heavenly Master is in the south of the Yangtze River, and wherever people pass by, a snowy world will appear. They thought it was a lie, but it turned out to be true.

As Zhou Yi approached, Fu Cailin's old problem recurred.

"Tianshi, what do you think life is?"

“Life is hard to describe, but it is a beautiful process, so every moment and every beautiful thing we encounter in life should be cherished.”

As Zhou Yi spoke, he looked towards the south bank of the canal without leaving any trace.

The saint felt that gaze and secretly smiled beside her master. The little witch not far away blinked at him and said something silently.

The reason is very simple. Fu Cailin combined it with Zhou Yi and couldn't help but agree: "No wonder the Heavenly Master has reached this level at such a young age."

Zhou Yi gave him a look that said 'you understand me quite well'.

But some people in the underworld were very rude to think about those romantic rumors.

It can be seen that the person is not very hardworking in practicing.

Fu Cailin spoke slowly:

"No matter how much you cherish it, time still keeps passing. Most people here are well aware of this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yi was once again the focus of everyone's attention.

At the same moment, several figures landed on the bridge.

The Evil King and the Queen, followed by Ning Sanren.

Then, the Heavenly Sword broke through the March wind and snow and climbed up the Yuema Bridge again.

The moment the seven people gathered together, the ice on the surface of the Yong'an Canal suddenly shattered, and the small boat that Zhou Yi had just been riding also broke apart.

The energy did not reach Yuema Bridge, but instead pushed out waves that were several feet high and surging upstream and downstream of the bridge!

Such scenes are deeply engraved in everyone's mind.

They were all fighting, and no one dared to go up to the bridge.

The gathering of seven martial arts masters is an unimaginable scene.

Zhou Yi stood in the middle, receiving the gazes of the six people. He smiled and said, "I don't mind you all fighting over the relic, but it's best not to hold out too much hope."

Ning Daoqi saw that he was full of confidence and asked, "Isn't the relic here?"

"good."

"The relic is not here, but the mechanism is here."

As Zhou Yi spoke, he walked towards a dragon head pillar on the wall, then turned over and walked down the bridge.

There is a faint connection between the bottom cylinder of the watchtower and the bridge body. If you don't look closely, it can easily be overlooked as stone texture.

He stretched out his hand and used his internal energy to press on the center of the circle, then pushed upwards while twisting his body as Lu Miaozi had taught him.

“Crack~!”

People around heard a sound similar to a lock, and they looked towards the river, wondering if the person was in the water.

Zhou Yi did not stop and turned on all the switches under the remaining five watchtowers in the same direction.

Then return to the bridge.

Under the watchful eyes of Ning Sanren Wu Zun and others, he moved the dragon head on top of the bridge's watchtower.

The originally stable faucet was pulled out two inches by him and twisted to the right.

In the blink of an eye, he twisted the six dragon heads in specific directions.

Big bubbles appeared in the water. If Zhou Yi hadn't been on the bridge, someone would have rushed into the water to investigate.

"Did the Heavenly Master turn on the switch?"

"good."

Zhou Yi pointed at the watchtower and said, "This is the mechanism left by Master Lu Miaozi. It controls the entrance to Yang Gong's treasury, where the relics are located."

Fu Cailin tried to ask, "Where is the entrance?"

Zhou Yi made no secret of his shortcomings:

"Yang Su once had a close confidant named Chen Gong. He owned a mansion that later passed into the hands of Sha Tiannan. It was Xiji Garden. The entrance to Yang Gong's treasury is located at the north well of Xiji Garden."

"Everyone, I'll go first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yi flashed towards Xijiyuan.

Stepping on the air one after another, it feels like walking on air~!

The speed was so terrifying that the wind was torn apart, and a wonderful melody sounded in people's ears!

At this moment, everyone suddenly understood why he was so confident. Even if all the heroes in the world were present, he was sure to get the relic.

No matter how many people there are, they can't catch up now!

When I looked up, the white shadow was carried away by the wind and disappeared into the snowy world.

This is the best light skill in the world!

At this moment, many people walked with short legs, watching the masters of lightness skills rushing out from beside them, and all of them vowed to practice lightness skills more in their lives.

Shi Zhixuan and Zhu Yuyan listened to the direction of the wind, transformed into two demonic shadows and chased after it at the fastest speed.

Fu Cailin's Jiuxuan Dafa was running at its limit, and his steps were incredibly fast.

Bi Xuanyan Yang's miraculous power expanded and contracted, driven by the surging heat, and rushed forward recklessly.

Ning Sanren followed closely behind, his movements free and easy, agile and graceful.

Tian Dao used his most powerful ability, and apart from giving up his sword, he had no other state of mind but to make the man and sword one. He put his fingers together in front of him, and used this method to break the airflow caused by his wild running, and directly cut through the wind~!

suddenly

A white shadow flashed past several grand masters. The man had a high nose bridge, curly hair, and deep eye sockets.

The white robe trembled, the wind was torn apart again, and the ballad of Mobei sounded.

Boomerang!

Everyone recognized this Qinggong skill, it belonged to Yun Shuai, the second best Qinggong master in the world!

His white robe can not only tear the wind, but also is a clever use of it, like the wings of a psychic hawk, which can take advantage of the running wind to move erratically and gain leverage. It is truly a wonderful method in light work.

If I can't beat you old guys, how can I run away?!

The lightness skill was enough to make Yun Shuai walk on an eagle. Although he could only absorb the exhaust gas of the Heavenly Master this time, it also made Yun Shuai feel extremely refreshed.

What is Tiandao and what is Master Yiqian?

I am Yun Shuai, fearless!

Yun Shuai shook his white robe, pushed the Return Flying Technique to its peak, and turned into a white shadow and disappeared in front of many masters.

This even gives people an illusion.

It seems that the person wearing white clothes not only runs faster, but also makes a strange sound like singing!

Emperor Ding, who was running wildly, felt this deeply. When the two men in white blew up his grave, he could never catch up with them.

Zhou Yi ran to the West Market and saw a huge mansion with many houses.

It was the house of the richest man in Sha.

However, Sha Tiannan's family all live in Dongdu, and no one lives here.

He came to the well in the northernmost courtyard and jumped into it without thinking.

The well water was icy cold.

Hold your breath and sink straight to the bottom of the well. There is little light here and it is underwater, so you have to rely more on your feelings.

But he had seen the waterway map before and was very familiar with it.

Going down without hesitation, the bottom of the well suddenly opened up and connected to an underground river.

This underground river runs in the direction of Wulou Temple. After diving in, you will first swim ten feet through the narrow and rugged area.

If someone doesn't understand the secret passage, they will probably drown in the well if they walk further and further away.

He calculated the distance, groped around a bit, and found a stone under his feet that protruded about an inch from the wall of the well.

Pressing hard, the "creasing" sound is particularly noticeable in the narrow and long space at the bottom of the well.

I saw that the wall of the well had sunken, revealing an entrance that was only wide enough for one person to pass through.

Climb up the wall and enter the dark cave.

The same procedure was followed, and soon the "creaking" sound was heard again.

A section of the passage suddenly moved and then slid downwards.

From the bottom of the wall came the unpleasant squeaking sound of the pulley rubbing against the granite, and the speed of sliding down became faster and faster.

With a loud "bang", the movable channel suddenly stopped after diving nearly twenty feet and hitting somewhere unknown.

Zhou Yi was brought to another space in the vast darkness. His body fell in the air and with a bang, he stepped into something like a fishing net.

Although I heard Lao Lu explain it in detail.

But after visiting in person, the feeling was exactly the same as the impression Chuan Ying had before entering the Temple of War God.

Considering what Lao Lu said, it’s not surprising.

It is impossible to build such a sophisticated and huge underground treasure house in such a short time.

Zhou Yi walked quickly on the aerial fishing net that was as thin as silkworm silk, found the steel plate that sealed the cave entrance, opened it, and then passed through various mechanisms on the narrow road, and finally saw a smooth granite wall.

The left and right sides are like doors, each inlaid with six shining green pearls.

He took out a night pearl to illuminate the room, pulled the copper ring, and opened the door directly.

The inner room is equipped with many super-powerful crossbows activated by mechanisms, which are a hundred times more powerful than the crossbows fired by ordinary crossbows.

Zhou Yi didn't want to waste time breaking the mechanism, so he took a deep breath and used his lightness skills to rush in.

The arrow was so fast that it couldn't hit him.

Passing through the corridor where various hidden weapons are placed, we came to another space.

This is a spacious sealed underground chamber with ventilation holes at the four corners of the roof.

There were more than ten boxes on both sides that seemed to be filled with rare treasures, and dozens of weapon racks against the wall, filled with various weapons.

But they were just ordinary stuff, all rusty and moldy, and no one wanted them even if I gave them away.

This is a fake warehouse. Once it is violently destroyed, mercury will pour down on your head.

Following the "cross" pattern, Zhou Yi quickly found a movable wall, pushed it to the left, opened the second movable wall, and continued pushing according to Lao Lu's method, finally opening this most secret mechanism!

Then go through the corridor and enter the stone chamber.

There is a round stone table in the center, on which is painted a detailed map of the treasure house with both pictures and texts, which also shows the relationship between the treasure house and the Chang'an city on the ground.

This perfectly circular basement has four other ordinary wooden doors, leading to four treasure rooms. Flint, fire sparks and coal are provided under the table to light the eight wall lamps evenly distributed on the walls around the room.

All four rooms are a hundred steps wide. Three of them store weapons, and one stores treasures, mainly gold.

Zhou Yi ignored the weapons wrapped in oilcloth.

Entered the gold storage room and took a look.

Seeing the boxes of gold, I couldn't help but smile.

Then, his face darkened again.

Someone will definitely break in later.

Three words suddenly popped up in my mind: "My money".

As soon as he thought of this, his body flashed like lightning and quickly came to the square space in the middle of the four rooms. He opened the secret lock, and the narrow space inside was revealed. In the center was a small copper jar with a lid.

This thing is used for decoration.

Take it out and return to Xijiyuan along the outer storage passage, and no one will be able to find the inner storage.

When Zhou Yi touched the handle of the copper jar, a bloody and horrific scene instantly appeared in his mind, and he seemed to hear the screams of millions of wronged souls seeking revenge.

This is the chaotic spirit left behind by the evil emperors of past generations.

This happened to the mercury sealed in the copper pot, which shows how terrible the effect was.

Therefore, without the correct method, the relics cannot be touched directly.

Zhou Yi, however, was an experienced person and he directly mobilized the Xuanzhen Qi.

In an instant, the cries of the wronged souls for revenge stopped, and all the chaotic spirits calmed down. He smiled with satisfaction, the relic was still quite obedient.

He picked up the copper jar containing the evil emperor's relics.

What he never expected was that the copper jar, which he had not intended to open, suddenly shattered like an eggshell in his hand, and shattered and disintegrated along with the mercury inside, revealing the yellow crystal ball inside!

The moment it came into contact with Zhou Yixuan's true energy, the evil emperor's relics burst out with a huge, magnificent, and dazzling light.

What's going on? Zhou Yi was stunned.

The next moment, the yellow crystal ball floated in front of him and fell obediently into his palm.

It beat like a living heart.

At the same time, the many masters who were rushing towards Xiji Garden seemed to resonate with the relics.

"Bang~~!"

That powerful beat deeply touched the three treasures of warriors. Not only the Evil King, the Yin Queen, the coffin palace elders and other people from the Demon Sect, but also Fu Cailin, Ning Sanren, Wu Zun Tiandao, all turned their eyes to Xiji Garden which was shining with golden light.

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(End of this chapter)