"Purple Mansion?" Tang Yuan looked at Ye Fan in astonishment, "Old Ye, have you heard of this term? Is it a mansion inherited by a big shot? Or is it a power from a certain era?"
Ye Fan shook his head. He had never heard of the word 'Zifang' at all.
While thinking about it, he glared at the disciple again with cold eyes: "You have transported it here, but has anyone ever investigated the details of this iron scroll?"
The disciple continued: "Yes, some. Not long after Elder Xin's death, Brother Wei Wuhen and the others explored it one by one, but they found that this thing was very evil. No matter who's spiritual energy probed into it, they would be destroyed in an instant.
Dissipated without a trace, leaving nothing to explore but a dark space;"
"It is precisely because it was discovered that this object has the property of scattering spirits. Senior Brother Wei Wuhen and the others were afraid that teleporting back would affect the operation of the teleportation array and expose such a treasure, so they chose to escort it on foot."
Ye Fan frowned: "That's it? Nothing else? The elder named Xin didn't leave any other objects or news?"
The disciple looked panicked and said: "Elder Xin really just said the word 'Zifu', nothing more. I am willing to swear on my life that I will never tell a lie."
As he said this, he actually made a soul oath.
Ye Fan looked at him indifferently. He had no intention of fussing over it. Seeing that the other party was quite sensible, he waved his hand and let him go.
Tang Yuan didn't pay much attention to this. After the disciple left, he looked at the iron scroll on the table and analyzed it and said: "Since so many people worked hard to take out this thing, it is extraordinary to think about it."
, Could the name ‘Zifu’ refer to this iron scroll?”
Ning Xiang was shocked: "What is this iron scroll supposed to be?"
Is it a treasure like the Xumi Space? It has the same storage ability as a container, and it contains the resources of a mansion?"
Gui Ling couldn't help but add: "Looking at the shape of this iron scroll, I think it is more like the carrier of some kind of Kung Fu book."
"Protect yourself," Ye Fan nodded to Tang Yuan, walked straight to the iron scroll, and tried to sense it again.
Although it was learned from the disciple that such an exploration would not trigger any terrifying and dangerous restrictions and there should be little danger, out of caution, Ye Fan still signaled to Tang Yuan and the others.
After another inspection, Ye Fan did not take the lead in condensing the spiritual energy on his palms, but first attached his palm to the surface of the iron scroll, and then slowly submerged the spiritual energy.
Sure enough, such a contact exploration will not cause the embarrassing scene as before, and the spiritual energy will not dissipate without even being touched by the iron scroll.
The internal space of the iron scroll was much larger than Ye Fan expected. It was dark, shrouded like a thick black fog, unable to see anything clearly and unable to sense the edges at all.
The part of his submerged spiritual energy only lasted for a moment before being dissipated into nothingness.
Such a feeling is as if there is a special prohibition law in this space, which will cause the intruder's part of the aura to fly around like countless butterflies, making it difficult to explore the details.
After a while, Ye Fan let go of his hand in frustration.
Tang Yuan looked concerned: "Old Ye, how are you?"
Ning Xiang blinked her bright eyes, looking forward to it: "Did you find anything? Is there any treasure inside?"
Ye Fan said bluntly: "This thing is really weird. What I sensed when I penetrated my spiritual energy was completely...
The dark space is very vast, but no objects can be sensed. When the spiritual energy enters this space, it will be decomposed and digested by an obscure force in an instant, as if it has turned into uncontrollable animals.
Like butterflies, they scatter in all directions, with no pattern to follow."
After a pause, Ye Fan's eyes flashed with determination: "I'll try again, maybe the spiritual energy isn't absorbed enough. Old Tang, please protect me. If there's anything wrong, knock me away immediately."
Tang Yuan nodded seriously and rubbed his hands, "Don't worry, I won't be soft on you."
Ye Fan was dumbfounded, and put his hands against the iron scroll again. This time, more than 70% of the spiritual energy in his body was gathered, but it was not dissipated in the first place;
The rich spiritual energy is like a long spiritual ladder, spreading and dissolving along the way.
Finally, in an extremely distant area, a light spot in the darkness was vaguely captured by induction.
Ye Fan tried his best and vaguely saw the details of the light spot, which turned out to be a simple stone tablet.
When he wanted to sense it further, he suddenly realized that the spiritual energy around his body was no longer enough and could not support the area that far away.
boom!
Almost at the same time, Tang Yuan's blow fell on him. As expected, he was not polite at all, and directly sent his whole body flying several steps, and was pulled away from the pull of the iron scroll.
Ye Fan stabilized his mind and returned to the table. While rubbing his red and swollen arm from Tang Yuan's beating to relieve the numbness and pain, he said seriously: "Gui Ling's guess is good. This iron scroll may really be some kind of Kung Fu book."
As a carrier, after almost consuming all my spiritual energy, I sensed that there was a simple stone in this space.
The stele is like the inheritance of a certain kind of martial arts. With all my strength, I could vaguely capture the three largest words on the stele - 'Butterfly Spirit Dance'."
"Butterfly Spirit Dance?" Tang Yuan was surprised, "What kind of dance does the name sound like? Is it some kind of charm technique?"
Ye Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Who knows, so much energy is wasted."
He took the elixir to restore spiritual energy and said, "If you are curious, why not give it a try?"
Tang Yuan sneered: "Let's wait until Lao Lu comes back. In the current situation, if I consume as much as you do again, the old thief Cangsong will come and kill me, and I won't be able to deal with it."
…
At midnight.
The Phantom Sword Sect is located in a rather elegantly decorated house.
An old man stands as tall as a pine and cypress, standing silently by the window, with sandalwood curling around him, filling the air with a peaceful atmosphere;
Contrary to this peaceful atmosphere, there was a deep sadness locked between the old man's brows, and his pacing from time to time also made him appear a little restless.
Although the old man is over fifty years old, his figure is still as tall as a pine tree and he looks very strong. Even his simple robes cannot cover up the majesty he vaguely exudes.
Perhaps he was worried, so the old man walked straight to a seat in the room and sat down, looking at the sword stand next to him.
The sword stand was very ordinary, with only one sword displayed on it, which was his sword - 'Gu Ding'.
Only when he touches this sword can he calm down very well, as if he can get a lot of comfort and security from this sword.
The Guding sword is not much different from an ordinary long sword. The only special thing may be that its scabbard and hilt are made from a thousand-year-old tree.
It is made of cypress trunks and exudes a faint fragrance, which is very remote.
There are many fine lines on the surface of the ancient sword, like traces left by the years, showing the countless battles it has experienced over the years. Each line records fierce confrontations again and again, and is engraved with a period of time.
An extraordinary past.
Cangsong gently caressed the sword that had accompanied him for countless years, with a look of vicissitudes in his eyes, and his mood finally calmed down.
At this moment, the sound of rapid footsteps gradually came from outside the house.
Cangsong's calm heart suddenly trembled with uneasiness, as if he had a premonition that his previous inner uneasiness was about to be confirmed, and he frowned again.
The door of the house, which was not closed tightly, was suddenly knocked open. Xiao Xuan rushed in in a panic with Wei Wuhen's body in his arms. Not far behind him were vaguely followed by many disciples who had heard the noise and rushed over.
Looking inside the door.
After Xiao Xuan entered the house, he quickly came to Cangsong and knelt down suddenly. His face was full of anxiety and helplessness. As he hurried on with all his strength, his whole body was soaked in sweat.
Cangsong looked at this scene with a hint of imperceptible displeasure flashing in his eyes, clearly dissatisfied with this sudden interruption.
But when he glanced at Wei Wuhen's body that Xiao Xuan had placed beside him, his face instantly became extremely gloomy, his eyes ignited with flames of anger, and his body was trembling slightly because of his anger:
"Xiao Xuan! What's going on!?"
Cangsong's voice was cold and full of majesty, like a gust of cold wind blowing through, making people shiver, "If you can't just ask him to wait outside, why go into that secret place!?"
Xiao Xuan was startled, and Cangsong mistakenly thought
Because Wei Wuhen died because of that secret place, he quickly explained: "No, Wuhen did not enter that secret place. We were on the way back and encountered an accident. Wuhen and other sect members all died in a few places.
In the hands of a young man."
Cangsong frowned, briefly shocked, and asked eagerly: "On the way back? Why do you want to come back when you are so good? Could it be that something went wrong in the secret place? Are Elder Xin and the others okay in the secret place? Have they been found successfully?
What training resources does this sect need?”
Xiao Xuan was stunned. He was very surprised that Cangsong actually asked about the secret place first, instead of caring about Wei Wuhen's death and his fellow disciples who didn't care who killed him?
At this moment, Xiao Xuan looked at the elderly figure in front of him, feeling a little unfamiliar, and a complex emotion surged in his heart for no reason;
He originally thought that Cangsong would be devastated by the death of his apprentice Wei Wuhen, but he did not expect that he would be so indifferent. He only cared about the safety of the secret place and the practice resources he wanted.
Are these worldly things more important than the lives of fellow disciples?
Xiao Xuan wanted to ask directly, but due to the majesty of Cangsong, he did not dare to ask. He felt that the kind and amiable Cangsong in his impression had disappeared without realizing it. Today's Cangsong
He is already a selfish person blinded by ambition and power.
'Perhaps...following Sect Leader Qi Tianque is the right choice.'
Xiao Xuan suddenly came up with such an idea.
Immediately, he was so frightened by Cangsong's shout that he trembled all over. He no longer dared to think about it, and quickly responded, telling the truth about what happened in the secret place.
Because of the special restrictions in the secret place, the souls of those who died inside
The cards are not broken due to induction;
When Cangsong suddenly heard the news that his entire army had been wiped out, his face instantly turned livid, his eyes widened with thunderous fury, and his teeth chattered, as if he wanted to vent his endless anger.
Then I thought about the dilemma of having no one around me after everyone died, and my whole body became dejected, as if I had lost all hope, my eyes gradually became hollow, and my body became rickety involuntarily.
I heard Xiao Xuan mention the iron scroll at this time.
Cangsong's eyes suddenly lit up, and his face that had just turned gloomy showed excitement. He stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Xuan's arm, and asked eagerly: "Where is the iron scroll? Tell me quickly!"
The voice was full of expectation, as if the iron roll had become his last hope.
Xiao Xuan was obviously startled by Cangsong's reaction, and recounted what happened at the inn in a trembling voice.
This made Cangsong so angry that his face turned red, and he couldn't help but yell: "Trash, a bunch of trash! They can't even protect a wooden box!"
Xiao Xuan said aggrievedly: "That group of people is so powerful. Even though they are all so young, they all have strength that is no less than Qianxi in the Heavenly Soul Realm."
Cangsong suppressed the eagerness in his heart and asked sharply: "Can we find out what their background is?"
Xiao Xuan shook his head, "They claim to be just casual cultivators."
Cangsong glanced at Xiao Xuan coldly, without paying any attention to it, he casually took the Guding sword on one side and walked straight towards the outside of the sect.
Xiao Xuan's heart suddenly became colder. He couldn't understand what Cangsong was doing. He was clearly not concerned about the death of Wei Wuhen and others, but was afraid that the iron scroll would be stolen by someone if he left late.
He was taken away and nothing could be found, which is why he was so eager.
…
Deep in Qiongling Mountains.
The stone forest that originally contained the formation of nine warriors was no longer there now. It had been completely razed to the ground. The stone forest was a mess for several miles, and not a single intact piece of earth, wood or rock could be found.
The ground was scorched black, and there were long sword fragments everywhere. The number was enough to shock everyone's eyes, as if there was a rain of fragmented swords, covering every piece of land.
However, this horrifying scene that looks like the end of the world is just the result of the ingenuity ranger and Lu Feng thinking about how to arrange the sword array;
To be precise, the scorched blackness was the work of the Craftsman Ranger, a legacy of the Thunder Formation from all directions.
The bottomless scratches on the ground are almost all over the entire mountain range, crisscrossing and criss-crossing, like a scene in a strange scroll, all caused by the sword array arranged by Lu Feng.
If one sword formation collapses and fails, he will immediately adjust the situation and arrange a second sword formation to make up for it;
In the past few hours, Lu Feng had already deployed at least a dozen sword formations. Each sword formation was at the control level of his ultimate strength, with astonishing power.
Due to the repeated baptism of countless sword arrays, the entire mountain range is now filled with thick smoke and dust. Combined with the thick fog itself, the vision is extremely blurred and makes people feel extremely depressed.
Lu Feng was standing in the ruins of thick smoke at this moment, his figure looming in the smoke, his whole body covered in dust and blood, which perfectly matched the surrounding mess to form a tragic and desolate landscape.
His eyes showed a hint of exhaustion, but they were extremely firm, with a hint of excitement.
His expression was lively and excited, as if he was excited about the newly mastered sword formation.