"It feels like the owner of the tomb is also a prince or general, otherwise there wouldn't be so many burials." Yang Di was also furious, feeling like he had broken into a zombie lair.
"Fellow Daoist Yang, I would like to ask, how did you get the golden sword in your hand?" At this time, Qingchengzi and others were already staring at the ancient sword in his hand.
Yang Di's heart tightened, and he suddenly became a little nervous. He quickly defended: "This is what my master left for me."
Naturally, he can't tell the truth, otherwise, the blame for the ancient corpses appearing everywhere and harming people will also be blamed on him.
"Haha, the mentorship of fellow Taoist Yang is really enviable." Qingchengzi and others looked at each other and smiled, and there was actually a glimmer of envy in their old eyes.
"Oh? Could it be that this sword is very powerful?" Yang Di asked quickly. Ye Shenyu and Zong Xun stared at him. Didn't he know that this guy was exposed?
Feeling the strange looks in the eyes of the people around him, Yang Di suddenly woke up and said with a smile: "The old guy didn't tell me the origin of this sword before he died!"
"It seems that you don't care about your master Jingui." Tantai Qiuyue said with a joking smile. The people around him were also very speechless. This guy didn't respect his master at all.
In this world, if a pharmacist wanted to accept a disciple, even the elders of the ancient cultivating family would be overjoyed.
"No way, I'm not sticking to trivial matters..." Yang Di defended awkwardly.
"Haha." Qingchengzi smiled, and then said seriously: "That sword is indeed extraordinary, it has gone beyond the scope of ordinary spiritual swords."
"What could that be?" Yang Di's ears perked up.
"War sword!" Qingchengzi said.
"What is a war sword?"
"The so-called war sword is a peerless spiritual sword that mainly kills and contains the spirit of sword and war. This kind of sword is difficult to control, but once it is controlled, it has shocking power. In ancient times, many creations were towering and were praised as
All the powerful warriors have wielded a war sword!"
Wu Qingfeng stared at the golden sword in Yang Di's hand and explained: "Of course, it's not just swords that have fighting souls, there are also other types of weapons. They are collectively called fighting weapons, but swords have always had the style of a king.
, among the several major ancestral paths, there is also the path of swordsmanship, and the significance of sword fighting has always been second to none."
Hearing this, even Yang Di's mouth went dry. He never expected that this ancient sword obtained from the Xiwang tribe would have such an astonishing origin.
"It would be a pity if my fellow Taoist master wields a sword but does not practice swordsmanship." A Taoist elder said, seeming to imply that joining the Taoist sect might be Yang Di's best choice.
"This... I definitely need to practice it, but I don't have a suitable kendo method at the moment. I'm really ashamed." Yang Di said awkwardly.
When he said this, several Taoist elders were a little disappointed. This guy clearly meant that he did not want to join the Taoist sect, but he wanted to practice swordsmanship.
"Haha, if Fellow Daoist Yang is interested in it afterwards, I have some good sword techniques that I can share with you." However, these old men are also very human, and that road will not work. Some people immediately thought of other methods, and even thought that this way would not work.
It's a good opportunity.
Naturally, Taoist swordsmanship cannot be taught to outsiders, but if it is like the Jiugong Gua Technique, the sword techniques you obtain from elsewhere are not restricted.
"Thank you all, we will discuss it later."
Yang Di smiled and nodded. He really lacked Taoist skills at the moment. As the Taoist elder said, it would be a pity if he didn't practice sword techniques with a sword.
After dealing with this wave of zombies, everyone continued to head deeper into the forest. This place was extremely cold and lifeless because the woods were so dense that even the strong light from the searchlights cast from the sky could no longer shine through.
The strong men from all walks of life have no choice but to light up clusters of lights, illuminate the surroundings, and continue to move forward.
"The aura of death is strong here, and the earth's soul is lacking. It seems that there should really be a tomb." Ye Shenyu whispered beside Yang Di.
Elder Lufeng of the Taoist sect looked sideways and nodded silently, already aware that this white jade fox was also well versed in Feng Shui and the wonderful method of divination.
"I just don't know where the entrance is." Yang Di raised his head and scanned it. The surroundings were overgrown with grass, and there were no obvious grottoes or tombs.
However, most ancient tombs are now buried underground. If not, they must have been excavated.
"Let's look around."
Qingchengzi spoke in a deep voice, the Yin Qi here was too strong, and the divination technique was greatly affected. Their exorcism tools were also interfered with by the Yin Qi, making it difficult to accurately deduce the entrance to the tomb.
But everyone did not disperse. It was too dangerous here. Zombies could emerge at any time. If they rashly split up and search for each other, they could easily suffer heavy casualties.
It's just that this kind of search is somewhat difficult in the dense forest. Even if dozens of firelights are lit, the range that can be seen is still very limited.
"I think we can find a friend to help us."
During the search, Zong Xun suddenly had a plan in mind and quickly pulled Yang Di's clothes and whispered.
"Who?" Yang Di turned around.
"Female ghost Wanxi." Zong Xun whispered, it was just because he was sick and he sought medical treatment, and he didn't know if it would have any effect.
But that rhetoric was supported by Ye Shenyu, who explained: "It should be feasible. In such a place with strong Yin Qi and cold Qi, Yin spirits are not affected."
"good!"
Yang Di nodded, then sent his voice into the Eight Treasure Bottle in the Qiankun Talisman, and whispered: "Wan Xi, there should be a tomb nearby, can you help us find the entrance?"
"Do you want to destroy the King of the West..." Wan Xi's faint and gentle sigh came from the eight-treasure bottle.
"Wan Xi, the King of the West is dead. Now it is just a demon corpse that is causing harm to others and must be eliminated!" Yang Di moved his mouth and explained.
Although she knew that Wan Xi's true love during her lifetime was Mu Zheng, the most powerful general of the Xi Wang tribe, Wan Xi had many connections with the Xi Wang throughout her life. She wanted her to help him deal with the dead Xi Wang.
, it is indeed a bit difficult.
"Yes, King Xi is dead, Mu Zheng is dead, we are all dead..." Yang Di seemed to have mentioned Wan Xi's sadness. That kind of whisper that echoed through the ages made people feel a boundless feeling.
desolate.
But Wan Xi seemed to have woken up a lot. After a while, she agreed to help Yang Di, carefully sensed the eight treasure bottle, and then pointed out a direction for them.
Yang Di showed joy and quickly called everyone: "Follow me, I know where the entrance to the tomb is."
When the powerful men around him heard this, they were a little confused. How did he know?
"Don't worry about this for now, just follow me." Yang Di chuckled, and then took the lead in following the direction Wan Xi pointed out.
Although everyone was curious, they still followed.
Ten minutes later, in a thorn bush in the jungle, with the help of weak firelight, a small hole appeared in front of everyone.