Chapter 20： Sword of Destiny

"Zi—puzzling—"

Wei Liang took the sword lightly and cut down the entire observation deck above his head. Along with the falling rocks, the sharp pieces of copper and iron sprinkled along the stone wall to the bottom of the fortress.

Wei Liang used the tip of his sword to pick up the falling lookout, and used it to resist the surrounding demons, and his body fell like a cloud to the center of the fortress.

The long sword spins lightly, and the observation deck is like a huge stone hammer flying "whooping". Wherever it ran over, the demons who had no time to retreat were smashed into meatloaf.

The huge movement quickly attracted the attention of all demons.

"It's now!" The three Qin Yunxi who were waiting in the shadow of the stone wall immediately raised their swords and swept out the Qianqi Pass from the flanks.

Liu Qingyin bit her silver teeth secretly, and when she flew over the city wall, she suddenly twisted her body, turned her head and rushed back.

"Senior Brother, Fourth Brother, you go first! I will come back with Master!"

"Liu Qingyin!" Qin Yunxi's Tongren shrank suddenly, reaching out to pull her, but Murong Chun grabbed his arm.

Murong Chun said: "Let's go! Our condition is not good at this time, and staying there will only become a drag. The little junior sister can sense the spirit grass and is good at assisting the formation. The master has her to help, and she will be able to get twice the result with half the effort!"

"But! But..." Qin Yun clenched his fist tightly.

"Brother, please relax," Murong Chun's voice remained steady, "There will be dangers along the way, and it is safer for the younger sister and the master to be together. The master will never let the younger sister get into trouble."

Qin Yunxi was still hesitating, but the dizziness that hit the sea of ​​knowledge made him almost out of his body.

He bit his lip heavily, and finally, reluctantly closed his eyes, and rushed into the clouds with Murong Chun and the two before encircling the demon clan.

At the bottom of the fortress, Wei Liang saw Liu Qingyin go back and forth, a faint mockery flashed in his eyes.

He remained cold, stepping on the blood of the demons, retreated to the entrance of an underground fortress, and threw down the entire stone observation deck that was picked up by the sword tip, temporarily sealing the entrance of the passage. .

He embraced Lin Chuo's waist and stepped into the dark and damp ground step by step along the stone steps.

"Master, I have not sensed the breath of the spirit grass." Liu Qingyin hurriedly followed Wei Liang and said, "Although all the clues indicate that the generation of Wu Family Patriarch, Wu Mengxia, who guards Qianqiguan, kept a plant. He gathered the Ling Shuyang seed, but he had not admitted it, and in the past few years, the Wang clan had made many ideas on him, but it was in vain."

Wei Liang kept walking, while gently flicking his sleeves to freeze the demons lurking in the dark waiting for an opportunity to attack into ice sculptures, while casually saying: "Oh? Wu Mengxia is a descendant of Wu Nishui."

There was an echo in the gloomy passage, and Wei Liang's cold voice hovered back and forth, making it a little more gloomy for no reason.

Liu Qingyin didn't know why he suddenly mentioned Wu Nishui, but since he married his wife, this was the first time he had met with him. He couldn't help but feel full of joy in his heart, and quickly said, "Yes, it's just counting. Thousands of years ago, in the first battle between immortals and demons, he led a thousand dead men and survived the most brutal counterattack of the demons, stood here and waited for reinforcements, the Mahayana predecessor, Wu Nishui, who lasted for 81 days! Wumeng! Xia is indeed a descendant of the predecessors of Wu Nishui. This time, Wu Mengxia led the Wu clan to guard the Qianqi Pass like an ancestor, but did not wait for Wang's reinforcements. In the end, all Qianqiguan died!"

Speaking of Wang Clan, she couldn't help but want to step on Lin Chuo's foot, gritted her teeth, and said angrily: "If some people are not begging for nothing and deceive us with a thousand swords, they are only worthy of Wang's people. The **** mixes together!"

Wei Liang's footsteps paused slightly.

He turned his face and looked at Lin Chuo.

Lin Zhuo didn't care what Liu Qingyin said at the moment. Just when she stepped into the dark underworld that didn't know where it led, she had a faint feeling, as if she had heard a very heroic and grand war song, and there was a sad and intense emotion in her chest that faintly resonated.

At this kind of moment, the fool is bickering.

She grabbed Wei Liang's wrist with her backhand, tilted her ear slightly, leading him to move on.

Wei Liang raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was no sound anymore.

He found that Lin Chuo's extremely focused appearance was unbearable to disturb.

Liu Qingyin still wanted to speak, but felt a cold and sharp spirit blade across his lips, implied warning. She shuddered, subconsciously let go of her steps, and became vigilant.

After taking a few steps, Lin Chuo stopped suddenly, turned his head, and asked Wei Liang, "A few days ago, Wu Mengxia guarded the Thousand Difference Pass, but did not wait for the support of the Wang Clan. In the end, he fell together with the Thousand-Year Pass. Right?"

"Yeah." Wei Liang's voice was gentle and deep.

"He didn't retreat because the ancestor Wu Nishui successfully held the Qianqi Pass thousands of years ago and became a story that has been passed down through the ages. As a descendant of Wu Nishui, he cannot lose the glory of his ancestors."

"Not bad." Wei Liang said, "He has many opportunities to abandon the barrier and escape."

"If I were Wu Mengxia, when I was most desperate, I would definitely hide precious things in the place closest to my ancestors."

"Underground mausoleum." Wei Liang said, "the hero sees the same thing, and I think the same as you."

"Do you know the way?" Lin Chuo asked.

Wei Liang smiled arrogantly.

Liu Qingyin who was completely excluded: "..."

There was no obstacle in Wei Liang's eyes. When he encountered the stone wall, he cut a new passage.

There were gusts of wind and ghosts, and in the distant place behind him, the roar of the demons could be heard, and the nasal cavity was filled with the unique smell of musty and dampness and the smell of gold rust left by military equipment.

Lin Jiao couldn't help but feel the illusion that he was hacking holes, and there seemed to be zombies chasing after him.

I don't know when it started, her hands gripped Wei Liang's arm tightly, and a pair of pitch-black eyes gleamed in the gloom.

Wei Liang's chest trembled slightly, and he smiled low, pulled his arms out of her small paws, wrapped them around her, and wrapped her petite body into his arms.

Liu Qingyin turned his head away, gritted his teeth, and a faint smell of blood filled his mouth.

After wandering in the crisscross underground passage for an hour or two, Wei Liang finally demolished the last wall.

Suddenly see!

There are always bright lights on the four walls, and dense coffins are placed in the vast underground space.

The passage leading to the underground tomb has been blocked. The demons are not a race that is good at searching, they will only swept past like locusts, ruining the things that are clear at a glance. Therefore, Wu's underground mausoleum is still well preserved.

A neat stone pit was cut out on the stone wall, and the tablets of the ancestors of the Wu family stood up.

There is a bronze statue molded under the wall, which is the heroic ancestor of the Wu family, Wu Nishui.

Between the hands of the bronze statue, orange and red light intertwined, flashing slowly.

Ju Ling Shu Yang species is really here.

It was Lin Chuo, an inexperienced traveler who knew that the spirit grass in front of him was extraordinary.

It is so special.

The shape resembles an orchid, and the entire Ju Lingshu is wrapped in warm orange light, suspended between the hands of the bronze statue of Wu Nishui, adding a touch of luster to the hero from thousands of years ago.

Liu Qingyin showed joy, rushed forward, stood in front of Ju Lingshu, looked back and smiled at Wei Liang: "Master! Found it!"

She reached out to fetch it, her face suddenly changed.

"This...this is..."

I saw the orange light surrounding the Ju Ling Shu, and another layer of red light like blood, tightly hanging the orange light emitted by the Ju Ling Shu.

Wei Liang's face was rarely surprised.

He embraced Lin Chiu to the front and observed with interest.

"The grudge of the undead."

Lin Chu seemed to have heard the majestic and magnificent battle song again.

She fixedly stared at those red glows, and a sword flashed in front of her eyes from time to time.

sword? Where's the sword?

Lin Chiu blinked, the phantom sound and illusion disappeared, only a faint buzzing sound remained in his ears.

"Master, Lingcao has a feeling for me, and it is expecting me to get rid of its shackles! Otherwise, I will try to force it?" Liu Qingyin raised his left hand, and a small crescent moon appeared on his fingertips.

Lin Chiu couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.

Yes Yes, Liu Qingyin's routine of forcibly recognizing the master is very strong.

Wei Liang's thin lips twitched, and his black Zhanzhan eyes were full of mockery: "Once it merges with the grievances of the undead, it is a poisonous weed."

"How can that be good?" Liu Qingyin frowned, "No one knows when the grievances of the undead will dissipate. It depends on how big the grievances of the dead are. We can't wait here, right? Hey, this place is. Wu Clan’s underground mausoleum, Wu Clan’s generation of heroes, why do you have such resentment?"

She thought, and then said: "It's not right. If there was a grudge against the undead here, how could Wu Mengxia not know it and hid the Gathering Sun Yang Seed?"

Lin Chiu heard the war song once again.

A strange throbbing led her.

"Let me try?" She raised her face and looked at Wei Liang, "If there is something wrong, you must save me as soon as possible."

Wei Liang wanted to laugh a little, so he couldn't help but raised his hand and touched the top of her hair.

Liu Qingyin looked away angrily.

It's weak again! It's weak again! There is no arrogance at all! But the master just took this set!

Lin Chuo slowly raised his hand and cautiously approached the red light.

The moment the fingertips touched, there was a sharp buzzing in my mind, and a strange suction engulfed Lin Zhuo and crashed into the other space!

The vision is full of crimson.

The sky is red, the ground is red, and the skeletons that are densely in front, surging like tides, are also red.

Lin Chuo took a breath and took a few steps back in silence.

"Crack—wipe."

A piece of bone was crushed under the foot.

Lin Chuo's scalp was numb, and he stared at the skeletons one meter in front of him with his back facing him.

Fortunately, they seemed to just want to rush forward, and did not notice the uninvited guests behind them.

Lin Chu raised his head and looked in the direction the skeletons were charging.

I saw a snow-white mountain standing abruptly in this scarlet world.

On the top of the snow-white mountain peak, there was a slender bright red light, like colored glass, emitting a transparent light.

Lin Chuo's heart moved-sword! This is the sword with illusions from time to time when I was in the underground mausoleum!

Could it be that this is her destined magic weapon?

The second soul in Lin Chuo's body was burning.

It's just... Looking at the scarlet skeleton rushing to the sword in front of the sky, Lin Chu slapped his claws.

She is just a mediocre foundation-building monk, and doesn't know how to waste wood.

Want to **** a sword from these tens of thousands of skulls?

If you can't afford it, you can't afford it.

Lin Chiu took a step back, and his shoulder blade hit a hard chest.

Wei Liang? !

Lin Chiu was overjoyed and looked back.

I saw a pair of empty, dark red eye sockets, bowed slightly, "staring" at her.