Chapter 170: Seeking the Sword and Suffering
The mass grave was desolate with corpses lying everywhere.
Many of the simple tombstones have been eroded by wind and sand, and the words on them can no longer be seen.
Occasionally, there are strange cries from creatures in the forest, which are shrill and sharp, with an indescribable weirdness that is enough to make one's hair stand on end.
And in this gloomy forest, in this mass grave with a terrifying atmosphere.
Many corpses were scattered all over the place. A young man was squatting on the ground with three creepy bright red coffins in front of him.
The young man continued to mutter in a low voice without stopping.
The red paint on the coffin looked like blood, as if it had just been mounted and seemed to be still flowing.
Just one look at it can make people feel uncomfortable.
The young man put his head close to the coffin and even put one hand on the gap in the coffin.
It was like talking to someone in this mass grave.
If an ordinary mortal saw this strange scene, he would probably be scared out of his wits and try to avoid it.
Li Yuan seized the opportunity to talk with the old Taoist priest, hoping to help him.
The Gengjin time has passed, and the old Taoist priest will fall into confusion. Those terrifying ghosts from the underworld are about to appear.
In this situation where the three coffins left the Dao, the evil spirit finally gained the upper hand.
In the dreams of the old Taoist priest's disciples, the old Taoist priest would be awake for a moment every night.
But... Li Yuan learned from the old Taoist priest that ever since he was possessed by an evil spirit and forced himself to bury himself in a red coffin.
Consciousness was never fully awake.
Instead, he was more like a bystander, who could sense everything secretly but had no control.
As a result, he had to watch helplessly as his only disciple broke into a mass grave and died in a strange red coffin.
I was heartbroken, but there was nothing I could do.
The deadlock was not broken until Li Yuan stepped into the ghost den and entered the dream of the old Taoist priest's disciple.
"Li Yuan, if you are willing to help me, I have another solution."
During the brief silence, the old Taoist's dull voice came out from the coffin.
For some reason, whenever Li Yuan heard this voice, he always felt a sense of desolation.
It was as if he had already made some kind of decision before saying this.
"Please speak, old Taoist priest."
Li Yuan didn't think too much and said quickly.
The old Taoist priest sensed the faint commotion among the three coffins and spoke hurriedly.
"The situation is currently at a stalemate and cannot be resolved in a short time."
"It requires the right opportunity, the right person, and a powerful treasure to suppress evil."
"I have a junior fellow apprentice, whose Taoist name is Chen You San Ren."
"Take the yellow wooden gourd with you. If you can find him, you can show the gourd as evidence."
"Tell him clearly that I used the forbidden technique of beheading three corpses in my sect and ended up in a dead end."
"Please ask him to bring the purple jade gourd and come to help!"
"Of course, the premise is that my junior brother is still alive!"
Li Yuan was slightly stunned.
Kill three corpses?
this......
After thinking about it, Li Yuan shook his head again.
This is a different world, not the mythical world he knows!
This method of beheading the three corpses is probably just the same name.
Li Yuan quickly wrote down these things:
"I see."
"But you're not sure if he's still alive?"
There was a slight silence in the coffin: "My junior brother and I have long since broken off relations due to our different ideas of cultivation. We have not seen each other for hundreds of years."
Li Yuan remained silent, seeming to understand.
At this time, daybreak began to break.
A ray of morning light illuminates everything, ending the thick darkness.
The old Taoist in the coffin already felt his consciousness gradually becoming blurred, and a fierce aura was surging in his body, so he hurriedly said.
"Although the Tiangang Haoran Qi is powerful, in essence, it is just a wisp of pure breath of the origin of heaven and earth."
"The aura of origin is dense and has never been limited in its use. It changes according to the person!"
"To protect the body, it is an invulnerable armor; to kill the enemy, it is an indestructible blade!"
"However, if you want to use the Heavenly Gang Haoran Qi to break this dangerous situation, you must have an instrument that can bear it."
"Fu Shang!"
"Find this sword!"
Li Yuan frowned slightly. He had never heard of the name of this sword.
A sinister tone began to appear in the old Taoist's voice, and it was obvious that he could no longer control it.
"If my junior fellow apprentice is willing to help and bring the purple jade gourd to help, this dangerous situation will have a 40% chance of winning."
"If you find Fu Shang, even if a fierce ghost is born... you can kill it by force!"
A dull thumping sound began to be heard from the coffin.
"Li Yuan... hehe... hahaha..."
"Ten years... My soul is only enough for it to eat it for another ten years!"
"If you fail to find the Fushang Ancient Sword, never come near this place again!"
“Roar…Roar!”
In the coffin, the Taoist's voice was completely alienated. It became hoarse and sharp, making people feel creepy.
The three bright red coffins trembled, and the entire mass grave began to shake.
A peaceful ancient town under the sun is slowly emerging from nothingness.
Among them, people were busy and children were playing.
Everything was exactly as Li Yuan and his companions had seen the ancient town during the day.
The only thing missing was a medical clinic with exquisite furnishings and a thin old man.
Li Yuan stood up and slowly backed away.
If he didn't get away in time, he would probably be dragged into this real-life ghost den again.
After a while.
The desolate and eerie mass grave has disappeared.
Under the warm sunshine, an ancient town lies ahead, where people live and work in peace and contentment, and everything is very peaceful.
But Li Yuan, standing far away, knew that this entire ancient town was a terrifying den of ghosts.
The people who live and work in peace and contentment are all evil spirits and resentful ghosts imprisoned and assimilated by the devil.
The evil ghost has not yet completed its transformation, but its lair can be preserved in the sunlight, and can even be mistaken for the real thing and replace reality.
This is enough to prove how terrifying the thing in the coffin is.
As strong as the old Taoist priest, with great cultivation and profound Taoism.
But after a fight, they could not escape the fate of being cannibalized.
"Fushang Ancient Sword..."
Li Yuan looked at the "peace" in the ancient town, muttering, with his brows tightly knitted.
Zhang Tiansheng walked out slowly from the distant forest.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his steps steady and calm.
"In the Three Realms, there were once fourteen divine objects that created the world. They were forged into five divine swords and nine evil swords by the mighty ones who created the world."
"The five divine swords were taken by a certain ancient celestial being to fill the eye of the world."
"The remaining nine swords were divided among the three realms of heaven, man and hell."
"The ancient sword Fushang is one of the three most evil swords in the world."
Zhang Tiansheng turned his head slightly and looked at Li Yuan.
"In ancient times, the Fushang Sword was regarded as a divine object by mortal ancestors and they fought for it. However, they found that they were unable to use the power of the ancient Fushang Sword at all."
"In ancient times, it became a collection of mortal courts. The country that possessed this sword would often claim to be the 'legitimate bloodline' of the ancient emperor."
"And thousands of years ago, the whereabouts of this sword became unknown."
"And mortals will forget it."
"After all, they simply cannot discover the specialness of the Fushang Ancient Sword."
Li Yuan was silent for a long time. It was obvious that he was not very confident that he could find the ancient sword Fushang to carry the great energy of Tiangang and break the dangerous situation.
A mortal's life lasts only a few decades.
The change of dynasties, prosperous times and chaotic times are nothing more than the sleep of immortals and gods.
This so-called evil sword, after being passed down for so long, has long been in the hands of no one.
There are only ten years left, how can I find it in this vast world?
As Li Yuan thought about it, he felt a little confused.
"By the way, how come you didn't fall for this haunted ancient town?"
Li Yuan suddenly turned around and asked.
Zhang Tiansheng is proudly independent.
"Don't underestimate the value of a master!"
Li Yuan's eyes looked somewhat resentful.
"So amazing, why didn't you remind me yesterday..."
"Just now he was standing far away and didn't come over at all..."
"We've known each other for so many years, can we still be friends?"
Zhang Tiansheng coughed lightly a few times, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at like that.
After thinking about it, Zhang Tiansheng gave Li Yuan a slap on the face.
"You are not strong enough, so you got caught!"
"Cook, just practice more!"