The Art of the Great Sword

Zhang Zhenqing turned into a soul-eating insect king again. It should be because the old woman triggered some kind of restriction on him, so Zhang Zhenqing turned into a soul-eating insect again.

Fang Qingyang was not sure whether he had been infected by the unknown rules when he entered the medicine garden.

But there was no doubt that leaving the medicine garden first was the right thing to do!

Immediately, he turned into a stream of light, aimed in a direction, and flew directly forward.

Here, he could not distinguish the direction, but if he flew in a straight line, this medicine garden would not be able to keep him.

His speed was very fast. After flying for about an hour, he found that he was still in this herbal garden. This medicine garden seemed to be endless, making it impossible for people to leave!

"How could this happen?"

Fang Qingyang frowned. He knew that there was a rule in this medicine garden that he did not know, but now he could not leave this place, which made him a little panicked.

"Lord of the Undead, do you know how to leave here?"

At this moment, Fang Qingyang summoned the Lord of the Undead again.

With the dead staff in hand, Fang Qingyang felt a little more at ease.

There is no doubt that the Lord of the Dead had once reached a height that was close to the Great Emperor Realm, even if it was not the Great Emperor Realm.

She was also well-informed, and she thought they should have a way to get her out of here.

"Hey, I didn't notice it before, but there is something strange in this medicine garden now!"

The Lord of the Dead walked out of the dead staff, and her beautiful face was full of surprise.

"It seems that there is an emperor rule here?"

The surprise in her eyes became more and more intense, and she said: "How could there be an emperor rule in such a low-level plane?"

Fang Qingyang was speechless when he heard her talking to herself.

He just wanted to find a way to leave this medicine garden now, and she didn't seem to be panicking at all?

"You release the Soul-Calming Monument and the others as well."

The Lord of the Undead saw Fang Qingyang's speechless expression, and she said: "The Soul-Calming Monument spirit has studied the soul, the treasure-hunting disk spirit is proficient in formations, and the Supreme Sword is proficient in killing. With the collective wisdom, we should be able to figure out what is going on here."

Before, they didn't think there was anything strange here, they just regarded this place as a herb garden for concentrating the mind.

But now they found that this place is completely different from what they imagined.

Take what is happening now, whether it is the soul-eating insect or the concentrating grass, there are strange things!

Hearing this, Fang Qingyang immediately took the Soul-Calming Monument and other things out of the small world.

When the Soul-Calming Monument spirit and others reappeared in the herb garden for concentrating the mind, the Lord of the Undead immediately said: "Everyone, I feel like there seems to be an emperor realm rule here, what do you think?"

The Soul-Calming Monument spirit heard this and immediately spread his consciousness to the surroundings.

After a glance, his expression gradually became solemn.

"Sure enough, there is an Emperor Realm rule!"

The treasure hunting plate spirit also said: "I almost broke through to the Emperor Realm at the beginning, and I have some contact with the Emperor Realm rules."

"Why do the Emperor Realm rules here feel like they are dead?"

When Fang Qingyang heard this, he showed a look of surprise on his face and said: "Are there living and dead Emperor Realm rules?"

The treasure hunting plate spirit said: "The Emperor Realm rules that are manipulated by someone are naturally alive."

"The Emperor Realm rules that are not manipulated by anyone are dead."

"The Emperor Realm rules in this medicine garden make everything in this medicine garden operate according to the established rules. This is a pre-set rule. This rule seems to be manipulated by no one, so it is naturally a dead rule."

Fang Qingyang only understood half of what he heard.

Even if it is a rule that someone deliberately left behind to make this world operate according to a specific rule, it doesn't mean that the rule is dead, right?

Before Fang Qingyang could ask the question in his heart, the eyes of the treasure hunting plate spirit suddenly burst into two brilliant lights, and he said: "If the emperor realm rules here are dead, then this is your chance."

"My chance?"

Fang Qingyang stared at the treasure hunting plate spirit in a daze. How could this be considered his chance?

I just want to leave this place now!

The treasure hunting plate spirit looked at Fang Qingyang in a daze, and he continued: "The emperor realm rules that no one controls must have something to rely on. As long as you find that thing to rely on and refine it, you can control this rule!"

Fang Qingyang frowned when he heard this.

This treasure hunting plate spirit said it simply, but how easy is it to find the thing that relies on the emperor realm rules?

He had just flown in this concentration herb garden for an hour, and all he saw was spiritual grass. There was no possibility of flying away from this herb garden!

"Could it be this thing?"

Fang Qingyang took out the Void Swallowing Heaven Jar.

If the rules of the Emperor Realm have something to rely on, then the Void Swallowing Heaven Jar that he snatched is very likely to be the object of the Emperor Realm Rules.

However, this Void Swallowing Heaven Jar has been initially refined by him. Although he has not completely mastered it, he does not think it is the object of the Emperor Realm Rules.

After Fang Qingyang took out the Void Swallowing Heaven Jar, the treasure hunting plate spirit immediately shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be. This Void Swallowing Heaven Jar is just a quasi-emperor weapon. How can it carry an Emperor Realm rule."

Fang Qingyang heard this and said, "If even this thing is not, then these bamboo baskets may not be."

He took out bamboo baskets from the little world. These bamboo baskets were obtained from the old woman's little world.

Thinking of the old woman, Fang Qingyang immediately asked: "Is it possible that the rules of the Imperial Realm are based on living creatures?"

When the Treasure Hunting Plate Spirit heard this, he said, "It shouldn't be possible, right?"

"The rules of the Emperor Realm that rely on living creatures are equivalent to the other party controlling the Rules of the Emperor Realm!"

"How can it be so easy for someone who has mastered the rules of the Imperial Realm to be caught by you?"

When Fang Qingyang heard this, he said: "The biggest problem now is not to find the rules of the Emperor Realm."

"I just want to get out of here."

"Please help me find a way out of here first!"

Fang Qingyang does not think that the rules of the Emperor Realm are destined for him, not to mention that he is now in this dangerous medicine garden and cannot even leave the medicine garden, so just thinking about seeking the rules of the Emperor Realm is absolutely a fool's dream!

Hearing Fang Qingyang's words, the Treasure Hunting Plate Spirit said: "Let me see if there is a way out of this place!"

After saying this, I saw his hands continuously forming seals, and the treasure hunt plate in his hands flew high into the sky at this moment, emitting bursts of golden light as he explored the medicine garden.