The Rashomon Gate of the Five Prisons is suspended in mid-air, its brilliance dims and its majesty is no longer there.
"Grandpa, can the Rashomon Gate of Five Prisons be repaired?"
Nangong Lie looked at this treasure with a distressed expression.
Opposite him was an old man with white robes and white hair, and a weathered face.
His eyes were sunken and gleaming, staring at the Rashomon Gate of the Five Hells for a long time.
"This thing was accidentally obtained by my ancestors. After three hundred years of sacrifice, the demonic nature in it was erased, and it transformed into a righteous magic weapon. It should be indestructible."
Nangong also put his hands behind his back and slowly walked to the Rashomon Gate of the Five Prisons.
"I didn't expect that a small innate realm would damage the main body of this magic weapon. How strange..."
As one of the elders of the Nangong family, Nangong is well-informed.
But what happened today also surprised him.
The Five Prisons Rashomon is a medium-grade mysterious weapon.
Let alone a small Xiantian realm, even a Tongxuan monk would be hard-pressed to harm its body.
There must be another mystery in this.
"I'm also very surprised. How can an innate master like Qin Mo injure the Five Hells Rashomon without even condensing his magic power?"
Nangong Lie shook his head repeatedly, puzzled.
"Don't worry, grandson. I'll check it out and I'll find something out."
Nangong also stretched out a palm.
The palm of my hand was gently pressed on the Rashomon Gate of the Five Hells, and a powerful spiritual power penetrated into the magic weapon.
"Huh?"
Soon, Nangong also discovered some clues.
"What's wrong, Grandpa?"
Nangong Lie looked at him doubtfully.
"The main body of Rashomon from the Five Hells was probably injured by a high-grade mysterious weapon."
Nangong also pondered.
"High-grade mysterious weapon?"
Nangong Lie was startled.
Then he shook his head repeatedly, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. How can a foreign disciple like Qin Mo, who has no one to rely on, possess a top-grade mysterious weapon?"
In the inner sect circle, whether it is the three major ancient clans or the five major palaces, mysterious weapons are extremely precious.
To be able to possess a low-grade mysterious weapon is already completely attainable.
If you have a middle-grade mysterious weapon, it will be even more enviable.
As for high-grade mysterious weapons, you can basically walk sideways through the inner door.
He, Nangong Lie, had a distinguished family background, but he only owned a middle-grade mysterious weapon.
You, Qin Mo, are a foreign disciple with no background and no backing. Why do you have a top-grade mysterious weapon?
"There is no need to doubt grandpa's judgment. The Rashomon of the Five Hells is a middle-grade mysterious weapon. Only high-grade mysterious weapons can hurt its body."
Nangong is also very confident in his judgment.
"That's right. With Qin Mo's cultivation alone, how could he possibly break through the Rashomon Gate of the Five Hells?"
Nangong Lie smiled self-deprecatingly.
It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized.
But as a result, he became even more depressed.
A lowly foreign disciple like Qin Mo actually possesses a magic weapon more powerful than himself.
Is this justified?
"Grandpa, what kind of magic weapon is that?"
Nangong Lie asked unwillingly.
"I can't be sure now, but that treasure left a faint aura in the Five Hells Rashomon. It will take me a few days to refine it."
Nangong's face also darkened slightly, and there was a strange color in his eyes.
For some reason, he always felt that this breath seemed familiar.
Unfortunately, this breath is so weak that it is almost undetectable.
Even he would need several days to refine it.
And once this breath is extracted, you can determine what magic weapon it is.
"Don't go to such trouble. During the trip to the Sword Tomb, I will skin him personally to see what secrets he hides in his body?"
Nangong Lie narrowed his eyes slightly, filled with murderous intent.
Yu Tianzheng's withdrawal made him very angry.
He doesn't even have the goal of revenge anymore.
Unexpectedly, Qin Mo would still dare to stay at Nangong's house, and even go to the Sword Tomb.
The hatred in Nangong Lie's heart naturally transferred to Qin Mo.
His hatred for Qin Mo is stronger now than for Tian Zheng.
"I swear, I will never let this kid walk out of the Sword Tomb alive."
Nangong Lie gritted his teeth with a ferocious look on his face.
"This man can practice the Chaotic Star Fist, and his spiritual veins have many attributes. He must not be an ordinary person. If you want to kill him, I'm afraid it won't be easy."
Nangong also poured a basin of cold water on her.
"Hmph, no matter how powerful he is, he is only in the innate realm, and I have entered Tongxuan and controlled my magic power. He cannot compete with me."
Nangong Lie was a little unconvinced.
Hearing this, Nangong's face also darkened, and he said extremely seriously: "There are many things that you cannot predict. Have you ever thought that Yu Tianzheng will defeat you again?"
"I……"
Nangong Lie couldn't argue.
Yu Tianzheng's strong return is indeed shocking.
Nangong Lie also didn't expect that after being promoted to Tongxuan, he would lose to the opponent again.
Moreover, it was still a disastrous failure.
"You've already suffered this kind of loss once, and you want to suffer it a second time?"
Nangong also taught him a harsh lesson.
"no way!"
Nangong Lie clenched his fists, and there seemed to be fire in his eyes.
"Grandson, you are my favorite heir. If you want to take over this family in the future, you must not be impetuous or look down on your enemies."
Nangong also sighed.
After Nangong Lie was promoted to Tongxuan, he was once extremely optimistic about him.
He hid some important secrets in his heart, and he originally planned to tell Nangong Lie.
Unexpectedly, Nangong Lie was so impetuous that he gave up the idea instantly.
"When you go to the Sword Tomb tomorrow, take this with you."
Nangong also suddenly took out a crystal bead.
"What's this?"
Nangong Lie's expression changed drastically.
"This thing is called 'Astrology Bead' and it can help you find the meaning of the sword."
Nangong also said calmly.
"Astrology beads? Then...isn't that the treasure of the Ice Astrology Clan?"
Nangong Lie's eyes suddenly widened.
In the polar ice fields, there is a mysterious race hidden: the Astrology Tribe.
Astrologers of the astrological clan can deduce good and bad luck and predict the future through changes in the stars.
Astrology beads are their most commonly used magic weapon.
However, to the outside world, this astrological bead is extremely rare.
Unexpectedly, Nangong actually owns one.
"Grandpa got this by chance when he was young. I give it to you now. When you go to the sword tomb, you can use it to find the sword's intention."
Nangong also handed him the astrological ink and taught him a deduction method.
Among the sword tombs, there are three thousand sword tombs, the good or bad of which is unpredictable.
Finding a sword intent that matches your own is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.
But with the astrological beads, you can deduce good and bad luck and find the sword intention that suits you best.
"When you find the sword intention and perfect your sword skills, then go kill that kid. Wouldn't it be more effective with half the effort?"
Nangong also touched his beard and smiled coldly.
"Grandpa still loves me."
Nangong Lie accepted the astrological beads and was overjoyed.
Originally, with his cultivation, he had already crushed Qin Mo.
If he is allowed to find the sword's will again and obtain the true inheritance of swordsmanship, his strength will rise to another level.
By then, even if Qin Mo had some trump cards, it would be impossible to compete with him.
"I'm already excited, little beast, I won't let you die too happily."
Nangong Lie geared up and his blood began to boil.