Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

There are many people in the world who are unwilling to return to Xuanyuan Taihua, especially Dao Sect, because once Xuanyuan Taihua returns, it will shake the position of Da Tang's first sect.

Therefore, the embarrassing scene now appears.

Although everyone in the Dao sect did not want Taihua Sword Immortal to return, the sword she inserted on the Dao Mausoleum was like a knuckle in his throat, and she wanted to pull it out quickly. As a result, now it is necessary to stop Fang Langba. sword.

It's funny to think of, and it makes people laugh.

Time passed bit by bit, and seven days passed without knowing it.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Zhenshi and others all looked up at the night sky. They seemed to be able to feel the passage of time. As soon as the time came, Zhao Zhenshi would immediately stop Fang Lang and expel Fang Lang from the Dao Mausoleum, making him unable to pull out. sword.

At the foot of the mountain, the atmosphere became severe.

Huang Zhihe, who was supported by Ni Wen, squinted his eyes, and his body was also slowly flowing.

He planned to buy Fang Lang a moment to draw his sword.

The night is dark, and the thousand-step ladder is hidden in the night, and on the mountain peak, it seems that there is a black cloud covering everyone's vision.

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Inside the mausoleum, deep.

There was a dead silence before the broken stele and stele.

On the narrow mountain road, disciples of the Dao Sect in blue robes were crowded, and the eyes between each other were a little bit incredible and shocking, staring at the young man holding the hilt of the Lianhui sword.

Lianhui Sword possesses unpredictable power. They try to draw the sword, but basically no one can draw it, because this sword is as heavy as the world and cannot be drawn at all.

Therefore, these disciples are very curious, why can Fang Lang move?

What is different about Fang Lang from them?

Although Fang Lang is a sword repairer, many of the Dao Sect disciples have a minor in sword repair. For example, An Fan is a sword repairer of the third rank.

However, they touched the hilt as if facing a vast world.

It's like facing the tombstones left by the first generation to the Taoist head. If they want to get gifts, they must solve the monuments and solve the puzzles in the monuments.

Therefore, they believed that even if Fang Lang could draw his sword, he could not draw his sword in a short time.

However, they soon found out that they were wrong.

But before seeing the broken monument.

Fang Lang held the hilt of the Lianhui Sword, and along with the sword groaning that tore through the entire Dao Ling, the Lianhui Sword that seemed to be rooted in the broken stele was pulled out bit by bit.

Time seems to disappear in the flow of the upside-down hourglass gravel, and pulling the sword out of the stele seems to let the eliminated gravel return to the hourglass bit by bit.

This sword seemed to stir time.

Everyone was in a trance, feeling that Fang Lang was drawing his sword. It seemed that after a moment, it seemed to have gone through a long time!

And Fang Lang's feeling of drawing a sword is the most profound.

He collected sword energy from three hundred and sixty tombstones in his body. At this moment, it was like an ancient volcano that had been deposited for millions of years. The moment it was activated, it erupted instantly.

Three hundred and sixty sword auras, gushing out from the Fanglang Dantian cyclone, and got into the lotus back sword, returning to the body like the three souls and six souls that have been lost!

Rumble!

Fang Lang only felt that the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, and that everything in the world was changing.

An inexplicable sword intent, like opening up the world, revealed a picture in Fang Lang's spiritual consciousness!

...

Fang Lang pulled the Lianhuijian out of the broken monument little by little.

The moment when the tip of Lianhuijian pulled out the broken monument.

All around, there was crackling, like a crackling sound like fried beans, which resounded constantly. In the tomb of the Dadao, every tombstone was cracking, and a crack appeared.

It seemed that there was a sword, and three hundred and sixty tombstones were shattered at the same time!

...

Phantom, this is the phantom that Lianhuijian gave him feedback!

But Fang Lang recalled the cracked phantom images of countless tombs, and he seemed to be crying in his heart.

If you draw the sword, you will destroy the mausoleum.

If this continues, does Fang Lang feel that he can really get out of this great mausoleum?

Xuanyuan Taihua contained this lotus sword with the tombs of 360 mausoleums.

This is cutting off the roots of Dao Sect.

But now, Fang Lang is already on the line and has to send it.

This sword must be drawn even if it is not drawn.

Cang!

The sword body was pulled out from the broken stele, like a big tree rooted in the earth being pulled out alive!

Countless roots and branches are broken!

And those roots and branches are connected to every mausoleum monument!

With a crisp sound, the Lianhui sword was pulled out by Fang Lang's hands, and the sharp tip of the sword pointed to the sky.

Outside the Beilu, a blue-robed Dao Sect disciple looked shockedly at Fang Lang who easily drew his sword.

They looked as heavy as a lotus sword containing a world, and in Fang Lang's hands, it was like a swordsman easily pulling out a sword stuck in the soft soil.

The contrast gap is huge!

Suddenly, a bright and dazzling light, at this moment, burst from the body of Lianhuijian, like a dazzling star to the extreme, blatantly shone the brilliance on the earth!

The top of the entire Dao Tomb was covered by this light.

At the foot of the mountain, you can only see the light above the top of the mountain, illuminating the entire night!

A disciple of the Dao Sect before the Lu Bei Lu, only felt that an apocalyptic crisis was approaching, as if the entire Dao Tomb was about to collapse.

There was cold sweat on Fang Lang's forehead, but he saw a sword intent swept across Lianhuijian.

Like a gust of breeze blowing across the hills, across the entire Dao tomb.

This is the sword intent of Lianhui sword.

Fang Lang faintly, as if seeing a phantom behind him, it was Xuanyuan Taihua's phantom, with a flick of his finger, Lian Huijian trembled lightly.

A sword intent that seemed to go against the flow of time, burst out from Lianhuijian.

The cracks of the monument, the collapse, the collapse of the Dao Mausoleum were all suppressed at this moment, in the sword intent that flows back in time.

Like a sword, time goes back.

Everything returned to its original state, only the sound of the breeze and drizzle, and the soft sound of bamboo leaves and sand like ocean waves.

The Lianhui sword was simple and unpretentious, and contained all the strangeness, but the terrifying power contained in it made Fang Lang's heart beat.

The cold rain slapped on Fang Lang's skin, causing Fang Lang to give a shock, and glanced around.

Everything is intact. The mausoleum never collapsed because he drew his sword.

Turns out, is everything really an illusion?

However, Fang Lang felt...that was not the case!

He glanced at the Lianhui Sword in his hand. The Lianhui Sword was very common. Unlike the Liansheng Sword, the Lianhui Sword was covered with tiny gaps, like a carved flower.

However, in these gaps, starting from the hilt, Fang Lang could see a hint of mercury-like energy slowly filling the gaps, filling the gaps of the entire sword.

Like the time leaked in an hourglass.

It's like... countdown!

Fang Lang's eyes condensed and his scalp was numb. He had to leave the Dao Sect quickly. As long as he ran fast and destroyed the tomb, it was not his Fang Lang's doing.

Fang Lang put the Lianhui sword into the sword box, keeping his complexion unchanged and calm as water, and then stepped out of the Broken Tablet House.

An Fan and a group of Dao Sect disciples were in a trance. They seemed to be facing some great horror just now, but in an instant, these great horrors disappeared.

"The sword pull is also pulled, there is a lot of chatter, it is time to leave, and go to the next stop."

Fang Lang kept calm and calm on his face, arching his hands towards the Dao Sect disciples.

After that, he strode out, hurriedly stepped on the stone ladder, and quickly left the mausoleum.

Above the narrow mountain road, there was a hazy night, and only An Fan and other Dao Sect disciples looked at the broken monument with complex expressions.

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...

The breeze was slow, and the sound of bamboo leaves surging like a sea reverberated endlessly.

At the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Zhenshi frowned and looked up. He pinched and counted, seven days have come.

It's like the last sand in the hourglass has finished flowing.

Zhao Zhenshi's eyes shrank, his robes flicked, and then his figure soared up into the sky, ascending the ladder, like a superb effort, a thousand-step ladder, within three steps!

However, just when he was about to drive Fang Lang into the Dao Mausoleum, he saw Fang Lang walking out of the Dao Mausoleum entrance.

The breeze and drizzle are blowing slightly.

Fang Lang was wearing a white shirt and carrying a sword box on his back. He was extremely conspicuous in the dark night.

Zhao Zhenshi obviously did not expect that Fang Lang had already planned to walk out of the Great Dao Mausoleum. He stared at Fang Lang, his eyes turned, and fell on the sword box that Fang Lang was carrying.

I saw the hilt of the familiar Lianhui Sword in the sword box!

How can Zhao Zhenshi admit that the hilt of the Lianhui sword that has been inserted on the broken stele for more than ten years!

"Did you draw the sword?"

Zhao Zhenshi asked.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he drew the sword that Dao Zongrukun had in his throat for more than ten years?

So, is this Xuanyuan Taihua's arrangement?

Only those who are predestined can draw the sword?

Everything is in Xuanyuan Taihua's calculations?

Zhao Zhenshi stared at Fang Lang, and an unknown fire surged in his heart, but the dignified Dao Sect was turned around by Xuanyuan Taihua.

"Pull it out."

Fang Lang said.

Zhao Zhenshi looked at Fang Lang, and the breeze was blowing on the clothes of the two.

The sword that had been inserted in Dao Zong for more than ten years was pulled away by the young man in front of him, as if it was destined to be pulled away by this young man.

Zhao Zhenshi stared at Fang Lang, with a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

Master Zhao Longshi is not there, should he let Fang Lang take this lotus back sword and leave Dao Sect?

At this moment, he is no more than an inch away from Fang Lang. If he makes a move, Fang Lang will definitely not be able to escape, he will definitely be suppressed and captured!

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Fang Lang looked at Zhao Zhenshi, keeping his heart beating smoothly.

The two looked at each other, looking like two dragons behind the cloud, breaking through the clouds and roaring at each other.

Zhao Zhenshi took the lead to look away. He looked at the cloud-shrouded Dao Mausoleum, as if he wanted to see what was wrong with the Dao Mausoleum after drawing his sword.

"Xuanyuan Taihua inserted this sword into the tomb of my Dao Zongshengdi Dadao for more than ten years, but what the purpose is, it is impossible to find out."

"You said, for what?"

Zhao Zhenshi asked.

Fang Lang smiled: "How can I, as a disciple, know what the master has done?"

"I only know that Master asked me to draw the sword, and I will draw it."

Zhao Zhenshi was silent for a long time.

Turn sideways slightly.

And Fang Lang said: "Thank you, senior."

After that, he strode out of the Dao Tomb area and floated down from the cloud ladder to the attention of many Dao Sect disciples at the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Zhenshi did not follow Fang Lang, but looked at the many Dao Sect disciples who walked out of the Dao Dao Tomb.

He looked at the headed An Fan and asked, "What's wrong in Daoling?"

An Fan said, shook his head: "There is nothing unusual, everything is intact, except... the sword was drawn."

Zhao Zhenshi was in a trance.

Could it be that Xuanyuan Taihua had inserted his sword in the mausoleum of Dadao for more than ten years, really... didn't do anything?

impossible!

Zhao Zhenshi frowned slightly.

When Fang Lang fell at the foot of the mountain, the Dao Sect's disciples looked at Fang Lang in a complicated manner, watching the young man who overwhelmed half of the Dao Sect's disciples and stirred up the entire Dao Sect.

Ni Wen supported Huang Zhihe and looked at Fang Lang coming from the crowd.

Huang Zhihe's face was full of smiles.

Fang Lang came to them with a smile on his face.

"Hurry up."

Fang Lang smiled while whispering.

Huang Zhihe was startled.

The face that looked like a dry vine bark suddenly trembled, and his eyes turned to Zao Wou-ki.

Zao Wou-ki immediately understood, and summoned the carriage, Ni Wen helped Huang Zhihe into the carriage, and Fang Lang did not rush into the carriage.

"drive!"

Without hesitation, Zao Wou-ki flicked the rein.

The carriage did not vacate directly to leave, but the carriage reeled and moved slowly along the old brick road of the Dao Sect.

The top of a thousand-step ladder.

With his hands on his back, Zhao Zhenshi looked down at the gate of the carriage slowly driving out of the Dao Zong, even if it was down the stairs, it was like driving on flat ground.

Suddenly.

Zhao Zhenshi said: "It's getting late today, so you might as well stay at my Dao Sect, and let me do my best as a landlord."

In the carriage, Huang Zhihe's old laughter resounded immediately.

"No need."

Zhao Zhenshi frowned slightly, he always felt uneasy, he shouldn't let Fang Lang just draw his sword and leave so easily.

Moreover, there seems to be a problem with Fang Lang and the others in a hurry.

Zhao Zhenshi looked back for the third time and looked inside the Dadao Mausoleum. He stepped into the Dadao Mausoleum. After that, he stepped on the stone steps and soon came to the first monument.

Looking at the tomb monument left by the first Taoist head, Zhao Zhenshi stretched out his hand and stroked it lightly.

Click!

And as soon as Zhao Zhenshi stroked it, within the incomparably smooth mausoleum, there seemed to be a pair of eyes suddenly opened, a sword intent was blown away by the horrible realization, and Zhao Zhenshi's subconscious mind trembled.

Then, with the sound of the breeze blowing and the churning of the bamboo sea, there was a cracking sound in the stele.

But saw the tombstone, cracked.

The crack went from top to bottom, and finally stopped in Zhao Zhenshi's palm.

Zhao Zhenshi retracted his hand as if touching a hot potato.

I didn't do it!

Zhao Zhenshi's eyes flashed incredibly.

Afterwards, he rushed out of the stele, raised his eyes and looked at the Great Dao Mausoleum in the vast night.

Click, click, click...

From the perspective of ~www.ltnovel.com~ the tombstones shrouded in the stele room one after another, cracks appeared one after another.

Just like, the tomb monument is broken in one glance!

Zhao Zhenshi was at a loss. Is it because he caressed the mausoleum of the first Taoist head?

Do not!

Every inch of Zhao Zhenshi's skin was shaking.

He stepped out, as if shrinking into an inch, and instantly out of the Dao Mausoleum, his eyes were full of craziness and crimson.

He stared at the foot of the mountain, and the carriage slowly drove to the carriage at Zongshan Gate of the main road.

"Please stay!"

The sound burst and echoed between the Tongtian Mountains.

After listening to Zhao Zhenshi's words, the speed of the carriage that was originally slowly soared suddenly and galloped away from the gate.