Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 173: Breaking through the dust and peeking into the past

Looking at the withered bones in front of them, Wu Meng and Luo Qingbao looked at each other.

He thought of the "cruel words" the other party had said when he broke the ban earlier.

"I'm waiting for you at my house..."

We are indeed waiting for you.

It's a pity that the main character, as a second-level monk, could not escape the fate of a strange death and turned into a silent withered skeleton.

The two of them did not step forward immediately, but cautiously tested for a moment. After confirming that nothing was abnormal, they cautiously jumped onto the ledge.

The stage room is very clean, with futons, square tables, and several unique decorative items.

Dry bones, mixed with rags, were scattered among them.

Wu Mengfu conducted a more careful exploration and soon observed several objects mixed in the pile of bones.

There are two who still have spiritual remnants.

One of them is an earthy yellow ring with hollow carved wood and is fastened to a tail phalanx.

Secondly, it was an exquisite flying sword the size of a palm. It was made of gold and stone, and had patina similar to copper-green. I don’t know if it was rust, but it looked like it was originally.

He put the ring into his palm and asked, "Do you feel anything?"

Luo Qingbao felt it for a moment and shook his head: "The sword blank is just a little more active."

Wu Meng nodded and poured a little consciousness into the ring.

The space within is revealed.

As expected, it was a storage ring. He glanced at it briefly, and a hint of joy flashed across his brows.

Like the people before him, this second level monk died extremely unexpectedly.

Such an unprepared death did not involve the consumption of any battle, and its legacy was preserved to the greatest extent.

Not to mention that this storage ring is a good treasure.

There are more than 30,000 spiritual stones contained in it alone, as well as eight 'high-quality' spiritual stones that are round, full, and full of spiritual light.

Wu Meng guessed that this might be the middle-grade spiritual stone that he had heard of before.

Each one can be exchanged for thousands of ordinary spirit stones, and they are priceless.

In addition to the spirit stones, there are seven or eight flying swords that are particularly conspicuous.

These flying swords are shaped like the ones dropped in the bone pile and come in different colors.

It is said to be a flying sword, but it does not seem to be different from the attack and killing weapon used in spiritual cultivation, but some kind of 'recording' tool similar to jade slips and talismans.

Apart from these two, there are seven or eight pieces of weapon refining blanks. They are all swords, with different shapes, and each one looks extremely extraordinary.

Then there are many sundries and spiritual materials.

After Wu Meng looked at it, he saw Luo Qingbao holding the flying sword among the bones with a surprised expression: "This seems to be something similar to a transmission note, but it can record many times more information!"

On the flying sword, seven or eight square inscriptions appeared among the rusty patches.

There are silver sharp edges shooting out from between the strokes, converging into sword clouds.

"Transmission of notes? Wouldn't that be like flying swords to spread messages?"

Wu Meng tried to contact Jianxia with his spiritual consciousness, but without any sense of whereabouts, he raised his mood with a thought.

Looking again, there has indeed been a change!

Following the glow, the inscription was dismantled into densely packed words, which were projected into the heart lake.

He closed his eyes to perceive, and his expression gradually turned into a look of astonishment.

This is really a letter.

The person who sent the message from Feijian was a disciple of Zhantian Sect and also a second level monk.

"...Brother Renlu, in three years and two months, it will be the time for the Half-Water Sword apprenticeship trial... There are three places, but there are no less than a thousand participants... You and I are both people with no way out. This thought is unrealistic... I know a brother who joined the sect of Elder Wan Jianchi. His resources and strength are unusual... He founded the 'White Sword Society' and intends to support his fellow sect... If Renlu is interested, I Can you recommend me... Ziqiang is waiting for good news..."

It's just an ordinary letter, and it talks about some commonplace topics that have not changed for thousands of years.

However, in this situation, when Wu Meng looked at it, he felt as if the dust of history was rolling before his eyes.

Through the letter, his sight seemed to break through the dust and fog at a certain moment and landed on the scene five hundred years ago. ‘Ren Lu, an inconspicuous disciple of the Tianzhan Sect.

Perhaps because of the sect's mission, he came to this remote spirit animal workshop to raise three-fingered monkeys and collect spiritual materials.

Oh yes!

The original pieces of equipment in his storage ring were probably smelted from this spiritual material.

One day, while he was meditating, he received a letter from a fellow student named Ziqiang.

The letter talks about the elders of the Zhantian Sect recruiting disciples, and also talks about the scarcity of resources and the lack of smooth connections.

Coincidentally, it happened that a certain senior brother who had joined the elders was recruiting a team and founded an organization called the 'White Sword Society'.

The purpose of Ziqiang's letter was to persuade him to join this organization.

Ren Lu was reading letters, just like today.

Suddenly, something strange happened, and its vitality was instantly wiped out. ’

Wu Meng's heart beat a little faster, and his eyes seemed to fall back to reality from the distant history, landing on the white withered bones in the forest.

There were ripples in the lake in his heart, and there was a sense of ever-changing vicissitudes.

This monk named Renlu had no expectation of the crisis. Before his death, he might have been weighing whether the so-called "White Sword Society" was reliable or not...

This is truly saddening.

So, what happened that year?

Could it be that the entire Sword Ruins, or the Tian Zhan Sect, were no different from this ruin and died at the same time?

This is too incredible.

Wu Meng shook his head and suddenly understood why most of the young immortals from outside had some kind of 'mission'.

For those top sects outside the three continents, figuring out what happened to the once glorious Tianzhan Sect was more important than a few resources.

And on the eve of departure, during a conversation with Wu Zun, he also learned that the Sword Ruins itself would exclude monks above the Golden Core level.

This is also the reason why the great masters of the outer sect dare not come in person.

His ups and downs of mind gradually subsided, and his eyes fell on the flying sword.

"How did you activate it?"

Luo Qingbao sighed and seemed to be lamenting: "We need to enter into the sword power."

Wu Meng nodded as expected: "Can Feijian locate the strong monk? Or is it possible to reply to the letter?"

The other party was startled: "...You can give it a try!"

"Let me try."

He took the flying sword from the opponent's hand and struck it down with his palm in his puzzled eyes.

Thunder Eagle breaks.

This martial arts move that had not been used for many years was reappeared today.

The palms and claws seemed to have skipped a certain distance, and there was an ultimate sharpness in them.

Ding!

Feijian took a slap, but instead of being knocked away, it was 'lit' again.

Wu Meng tried to bring Jianxia into his mind, and suddenly felt a echo in the distance.

The mind turns.

The next moment, the flying sword flew through the air!

"!!!"

Wu Meng didn't expect this thing to be so sensitive.

When he raised his head, two pairs of surprised eyes collided and looked at each other.

"Junior Brother Wu, you..."

"Brother Luo, listen to me!"

He interrupted the other party and said quickly: "Leave the spirit stone and this Qiuyang scissors to you. I have to go deeper. Be careful of those who come back. Take care..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure had disappeared, leaving only a storage bag falling to the ground.

(End of this chapter)