Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

See the carriage shoot!

Zhao Zhenshi's eyes constricted for a moment, and a frightening expression appeared!

All the scenes seen in Da Dao Mausoleum were presented before his eyes. In the picture, cracks appeared on the mausoleum stele in every stele hut. From the cracked mausoleum stele, he felt the disappearing spiritual thoughts in it. Essence.

It can be said that many resources that were originally reserved for the disciples of Dao Dao Sect are now probably taken away by that sword!

Zhao Zhenshi was terrified, and a chill spread from under the soles of his feet, continuously permeating his whole body.

Zhao Zhenshi was not stupid. The moment the mausoleum was broken, he knew that there was definitely something wrong with the lotus sword that Fang Lang pulled out.

Xuanyuan Taihua inserted the sword into the Dao Mausoleum, and it really had a purpose!

This sword has absorbed the accumulation of Dao Sect over the years, and absorbed all the gifts left by the sages of the past to the descendants of the sect!

Sucked away the thousand-year good fortune of the Daoist sect!

Zhao Zhenshi was furious!

"Want to leave? Stay!"

"Leave the sword!"

Zhao Zhenshi shouted angrily.

The Lotus Sword must not be taken away by Fang Lang.

The head teacher Zhao Longshi left the Dao Sect, and now he is in charge of the Dao Sect. However, who would have thought that such a thing would happen.

During his time in charge of the Dao Mausoleum, such a big change happened!

These crimes are all to be imposed on him, Zhao Zhenshi!

Zhao Zhenshi even had some doubts, whether the head teacher had expected this a long time ago, so he took the opportunity to leave, just to let him take the blame!

However, he, Zhao Zhenshi, will not take this blame!

Zhao Zhenshi turned his arms, rolled his large sleeves into his arms, and lifted them up suddenly.

The tyrannical spiritual thoughts were unreservedly released from the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, like a whirlwind, sweeping across the entire Dao Sect in an instant!

boom!

Starting from the foot of Tongtian Mountain, the magic circles were activated one by one, and the magic circles condensed into a majestic light curtain, shining brightly in the dark night, rising from the ground!

This is the guardian array of the Dao Sect!

A top-level formation, a defensive formation at the level of a forbidden spell!

On the top of the thousand-step ladder, Zhao Zhenshi was covered in Taoist robes and his eyes were like torches.

"Where are all the disciples of Daoist sect?"

"Array!"

Zhao Zhenshi shouted loudly!

The voice of the words was like thunder, tearing apart the night, making every Daoist disciple who was in a trance feel excited.

what happened? !

The deputy head teacher is getting angry from embarrassment, and wants Fang Lang to make a move?

Is this dissatisfaction with Fang Lang pulling out the Lianhui sword, so he wants to leave Fang Lang and others behind?

However, the disciples didn't think too much about it. Since the deputy headmaster had spoken, they, as disciples, naturally wanted to carry it out.

At the foot of the mountain, the disciples of the Blue Robe Dao Sect sat cross-legged one after another, with their hands in mudras, their brows and hearts surging.

Countless spiritual thoughts rushed into the sky like fireworks, exploded, blended, and interweaved into a big net, covering them with the light curtain set off by Zhao Zhenshi!

The entire Tongtian Mountain is covered by an inverted bowl-shaped mask!

The carriage neighed and the speed soared.

In the carriage, Fang Lang and others who were sitting upright suddenly felt a push back.

Huang Zhihe looked at Fang Lang with a serious expression.

"what happened?"

Huang Zhihe was a little puzzled. Since Fang Lang drew his sword within the rules, even if Zhao Zhenshi became angry from embarrassment, he shouldn't have made such a big move.

Even the forbidden magic-level mountain protection array was used.

Fang Lang drew out the Lianhui sword, and he could see that the crack on the Lianhui sword was only half filled.

Fang Lang frowned, it shouldn't be, how did Zhenshi Zhao discover the abnormality in the Dao Mausoleum.

Letting out a breath slowly, Fang Lang had no choice but to tell Huang Zhihe what Lian Huijian had done to Dao Mausoleum.

Hearing this, Huang Zhihe's face trembled for a while, and suddenly flushed.

It took a long time before he choked out a single word: "Okay!"

"As expected of Taihua, you really have courage!"

Huang Zhihe raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, a hammer emerged. His eyes were extremely deep, and an old voice resounded from the carriage.

"None of the top ten sects in the Great Tang Dynasty and the top five sects are Yi Yu's generation. They are all powerful sects that have been passed down for more than a thousand years."

"Before the Tang Dynasty, the eight dynasties were in chaos. At that time, there was a sect standing behind each dynasty. At that time, there was no scientific research. The sect controlled the world's discourse power. That was the root of the chaos in the world."

"You should also know that the sect is the rivers and lakes, and the imperial court is the temple... When the rivers and lakes and the temples are confused, the world will naturally be chaotic."

"Later, His Majesty rose up, put down the troubled times of the Eight Dynasties, and unified the sect."

"However, for the sects with profound backgrounds such as the Dao Dao Sect, the Mai Sect, and Guanfohai, the Tang Emperor still did not have a complete countermeasure, and he did not dare to act rashly, because behind these sects, there may be people who have surpassed the ninth rank. Existence beyond the realm!"

"Do you know why Xuanyuan Taihua rose?"

"That's because Xuanyuan Taihua has the support of the Tang Emperor behind him, so he can overwhelm all the sects and lead the Jianshu sect to become the number one sect in the Tang Dynasty."

Huang Zhihe said slowly.

When Fang Lang heard the words, his eyes narrowed slightly: "What does that have to do with Master inserting the Lianhui Sword into Dao Dao Sect?"

Huang Zhihe shook his head: "I don't know what the old man knows."

"However, if I think about it... it should be to test whether there are really existences beyond the ninth rank in the Dao Dao Sect."

Huang Zhihe stroked the hammer in his hand.

Fang Lang was thoughtful, looking at the Lianhui sword lying on his lap.

Perhaps, the source of energy in the three hundred and sixty steles absorbed by the Lianhui sword is related to the detached existence of the Daoist sect?

And the reason why the abnormality was discovered in advance, could it be that the sleeping existence in the Dao Mausoleum...was awakened in advance? Give Zhao Zhenshi a hint?

boom!

The carriage trembled suddenly, and immediately fell on the mountain road.

Outside the carriage, Zhao Wuji's muffled voice came.

"The road is blocked, and the Daoist sect has opened a large formation to protect the sect, so we can't get out."

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Donglin Mountain, Donglu Sword Sect.

Chao Xiaojian stood in front of the gate of Yaoque.

With his hands behind his back and a white shirt on his back, he looked down in the direction of the Dao Sect, and he could see that in the dark night, there was a bright light shining in the direction of the Dao Sect, rushing straight into the night sky, smashing the rain clouds.

"Da Daozong's mountain protection formation..."

"That boy Fang Lang, it seems that he succeeded in drawing the sword. The purpose of the senior sister in charge is to insert the Lianhui sword in the Dao Mausoleum?"

"Tonight, maybe we can know a thing or two."

Chao Xiaojian let out a breath slowly.

He raised his hand, and with a sword groan, the green steel sword stuck in Donglin Mountain rushed towards him quickly, and he held it in his hand.

Taking a step forward, sword energy radiated from his whole body.

In an instant, it roared out like a white dragon entering the sea of ​​clouds.

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In Chang'an, the night is dark.

In Prince Wu's Mansion.

In a lonely courtyard.

Princess Pei opened the door and walked in, with a red sandalwood food box on her arm.

Under the starlight, in the courtyard, a burly figure sat upright with disheveled hair.

Princess Pei walked over gracefully.

"Husband."

King Jiang Wu looked away, and glanced at Princess Pei, his fluctuating eyes gradually softened.

The husband and wife were silent.

Princess Pei brought out one after another of steaming meals and a jug of wine from the food box.

"Ling'er went to learn swordsmanship from her sister. If she doesn't comprehend the Sword Intent of the Four Seasons, she won't return."

"Pei Liao is currently investigating the matter of the third prince's escape from the Leng Palace. I heard that the third prince fled to the Western Regions and joined the army of Mount Asiluo."

"The world is turbulent, and the army of Mount Asiluo is coming fiercely."

Princess Pei said slowly.

"With your husband here, you don't need to worry about these things."

King Jiang Wu spoke slowly, with majesty in his voice.

Princess Pei pursed her lips and smiled, leaning against King Jiang Wu, raised her hand to touch, but felt that King Wu was very far away from her.

"It is said that Xiao Fang went to the Dao Dao School to pull out the sword left by Taihua. The sword left by Taihua was kept for more than ten years. With Taihua's temper, it shouldn't just be a memento, right? "

Princess Pei asked.

King Jiang Wu took a sip of wine, but did not answer.

The burly body looked at the direction of the Daoist sect, and the eyes became deeper and deeper.

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The carriage stopped quietly on the bluestone slab.

Zhao Zhenshi looked down on the thousand-step cloud ladder.

He raised his hand and squeezed it violently.

Under the carriage, endless clouds suddenly grew up, as if turning into the palms of an immortal, holding the carriage up.

The entire Dao sect seemed to be shrouded in clouds, turning into a ethereal fairy overlooking the carriage.

"Fang Lang, you can leave, but you have to leave Lianhuijian behind!"

Zhao Zhenshi said, his voice reverberated and shocked the mind.

"The Lianhui sword has sucked out the thousand-year-old Dao Yun of my Daozong Daoling, so I just want to go away like this, how can I?!"

The voice fell.

Zhao Zhenshi flipped his hand, the palm that was originally raised, suddenly pressed down on the carriage, and slapped down hard!

And inside the carriage, there was a sneer.

Then, a flash of sword light soaring into the sky cut the palm covered by the cloud in half!

The carriage soared into the sky, and Zhao Wuji controlled the carriage, floating in the air.

In the carriage, Huang Zhihe was standing on the edge of the carriage holding a hammer. With a chuckle, he threw the hammer in his hand. In an instant, the hammer exploded in the air, like a dazzling firework, and the blooming firework , It is actually composed of countless small iron swords wrapped in sword energy!

Ten Thousand Swords Hidden in the Hammer!

"Girl Ni, let's see how well this old man's sword strikes you."

On the carriage, a smile appeared on Huang Zhihe's old bark-like face.

With a casual move, the palms are like swirling water in a water tank to stir up the vortex.

Thousands of iron swords hidden in the hammer formed like a formation, intertwined in the void to form a huge sword air hammer!

Standing on the top of the cloud, Zhao Zhenshi had a cold and stern face, and his Taoist robe was hanging close to his body. He stared at the sword air hammer in the night sky, and shouted loudly: "Old Huang Gui! You are looking for death!"

"The sword of Xuanyuan Taihua has taken away the thousand-year fortune of my Taoist sect! How can I let this child go away safely!"

"If you stop me, you will be an enemy of my Daozong, and you will definitely die without a place to bury you!"

"You and Jian Shu are not related, so why die for a Fang Lang!"

Zhao Zhenshi shouted loudly, and behind him, the densely packed blue-robed Daoist sect disciples shouted out one after another, and their seals changed, making Zhao Zhenshi's aura even more majestic.

Huang Zhihe laughed out loud.

"You know what a fart!"

"I smashed it!"

After that, I didn't bother to spend too much time talking.

With five fingers forming a hook, he grabbed at the void, like a hammer, and smashed towards the mask behind him that covered the world!

boom!

Hammer sword fairy, sword hammer!

The sword hammer composed of countless iron swords seemed to be carrying a mighty force, and smashed fiercely on the mask. The mask fluctuated and lasted for several breaths of time, and it was smashed by the terrifying force. broken!

It's like throwing a boulder into a quiet lake, causing an uproar!

In the carriage.

Fang Lang spread the Lianhui sword on his lap, he frowned, he didn't pay attention to the battle outside, because he found that the Lianhui sword laying on his leg had a weak heart beating at this moment sounded.

Fang Lang raised his head and looked at the Dao Mausoleum.

The beating sound of the heart in Lianhui Sword seemed to be transmitted from the Dao Mausoleum.

And in a trance.

Fang Lang felt that in the Dao Mausoleum, there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching him through time and space.