Chapter 567: Underworld Petals

When everyone left the sword mark, it was already late at night when the sun was setting. Han Yu moved a small mountain, sealed the sword mark completely, and carved a trap on the cliff to protect the sword. The location of the scar.

Then everyone returned to Haotianzong, set up a table and burned incense, Han Yu and Jiang Lixuan worshiped heaven and earth, and became brothers with different surnames.

That night, Han Yu and the others came to Huating Mountain again. At this time, Huating Mountain was emitting fluorescence under the moonlight, and the gushing yellow water had stopped. But what puzzled everyone was that it was clearly just an illusion, but none of the disciples of the Clear Sky School and the mining coolies survived, and all rotted to death.

"The surrounding environment has not changed, but the person died, what's going on?" Cao Jianyin asked in astonishment.

At that time, the yellow water was soaring into the sky. As long as it was splashed by the yellow water, the vegetation would be turned into ashes, and the mountains and rivers would be broken. The environment that caught my eye now showed no signs of corrosion at all, only people were dead.

"The illusion is very strange. Those people died because they were trapped in the illusion and couldn't extricate themselves." Han Yu said.

Even if he is the Qihuan Xiling Master now, he still can't see the essence of this illusion, but human death is a fact, so it can only be explained in this way.

Everyone slowly approached the Lingyu Mountain. When it was a hundred feet away from the Lingyu Mountain, the magic sword on Han Yu's back began to vibrate slightly. From the frequency of the vibration, Han Yu seemed to feel its excitement.

Han Yu took off the magic sword, and the rest of the people could see the magic sword trembling.

"Don't go there, everyone, I'll go and have a look first." Han Yu said solemnly.

The things buried under the Lingyu Mountain must have something to do with the magic sword. The magic sword is so terrifying, and the things under the Lingyu Mountain are even more unimaginable.

"Be careful." Jiang Lixuan reminded.

Han Yu nodded, and approached the Lingyu Mountain step by step. As the distance approached, the vibration frequency of the magic sword in his hand became more and more terrifying. When the distance was about ten feet away, the vibration was so strong that Han Yu couldn't control it, and he might leave Han Yu's hand at any time.

When the distance was seven feet away, the magic sword shook Han Yu's hand away, and flew towards Lingyu Mountain with a whoosh, like a child returning home, full of urgency and excitement.

"boom!"

The magic sword was heavily inserted into the mountain of Lingyu, and with only a slight shock, the mountain of Lingyu exploded, large and small pieces of Lingyu splashed in all directions, turning into streaks of white light, like shooting stars across the night sky .

At this moment, from the foot of the Lingyu Mountain, a monstrous demonic energy rushed out, like a peerless monster waking up, even the bright moon in the sky was overshadowed instantly.

Han Yu backed away immediately, and Jiang Lixuan and others also fled quickly.

Under that aura, he was as strong as Jiang Lixuan, but felt as small as an ant.

"Puff puff……"

From the ground, billowing black mist suddenly emerged. The black mist was even more terrifying than the one in the Sword Scar before, but it was one.

"Could it be that the owner of the Demon Sword is buried under the Lingyu Mountain?" the Great Elder asked in amazement.

His guess couldn't be said to be unreasonable. The magic sword fell from the sky three thousand years ago, and it couldn't have landed innocently. It is possible that it landed with its owner, but in different places.

Perhaps it was because the Demon Sword had only recently awakened, and it was only then that it issued an instruction for someone to bring it here.

Han Yu couldn't help feeling a little regretful, if that was the case, then he would be equivalent to a porter.

After the black mist came out, it gathered but did not disperse, and slowly rose to the sky. From the black mist, there was a sound of a sword screaming, it was the magic sword, and it seemed to be thanking Han Yu. Then the cloud of black mist shot up into the sky like a star, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

Han Yu smiled wryly, no wonder Demon Sword didn't give him blood to recognize the master, he is really a porter.

The black mist had disappeared, and it took a while for everyone to look away. Although everyone's mood is very complicated, but they have the same question, what is buried under the Lingyu Mountain, was it taken away by the magic sword?

Maybe it's the owner of the magic sword, maybe not.

At this time, a huge hole appeared at the location of Lingyu Mountain, and the power that could resist the power of the soul had disappeared. Han Yu's soul power shot in from the hole, and inside was a vertical oval The cave, surrounded by high-grade spiritual jade. The blasted spirit marrow can also be seen inside, and within the top-grade spirit jade, there is also a layer of spirit marrow wrapped around it.

Suddenly, something in the cave attracted Han Yu's attention.

This is a petal, red like blood, suspended in the void, with bright red liquid dripping continuously, it looks terrifying.

"Huangquanhua?" Han Yu suddenly exclaimed.

This petal is exactly the same as the Huangquan flower he saw in the illusion when he came here for the first time. Han Yu rushed to the hole quickly, Huang Quanhua is not only hard to find in the world, but also very useful to him.

Just as Han Yu was about to get close to the cave, suddenly the terrifying water of the underworld gushed out, and he could see a continuously gushing underworld.

"Huh." Han Yu snorted coldly, now everything is clear, all the previous fantasies were formed by that piece of yellow spring flowers.

Regardless of the surging Huangquan, Han Yu propped up the pattern shield and rushed down.

From the Yellow Spring, a blood-red flower emerged, and when the flower bloomed, a person appeared inside, a woman dressed as white as snow and as gentle as water.

This person is Liu Xuanyue.

However, Han Yu has already determined that this is an illusion. No matter who comes out and says something that disturbs Han Yu's mind, Han Yu ignores it. In the end, the illusion was shattered, the cave was still a cave, and the petals of Huangquan were still suspended in the void.

"It is worthy of being one of the three major magic flowers. Just a petal can form such a terrifying illusion. If it is a whole flower, it will be fine!" Han Yu grabbed the petal.

From above the petals, there was a piercing chill, several times colder than when Han Yu refined the curse, but Han Yu was not afraid at all, and finally took the Huangquan petals in his hands.

The petals of Huangquan seem to be really made of blood, and the bright red blood flows endlessly.

Han Yu held it in his hand, and it didn't take long for the palm of his hand to be filled with blood. The blood flowed to the ground along the seam of the palm. The coldness and the strong smell of blood made Han Yu feel uncomfortable for a while.

Jiang Lixuan and the others rushed into the cave one after another. When they saw the petals in Han Yu's hands, everyone's eyes widened. With Jiang Lixuan's knowledge, they couldn't tell what kind of flower it was, and asked, "Brother Han, what is this? "

Han Yu said: "Huangquanhua."

"What?" Jiang Lixuan and the others turned extremely pale in an instant, couldn't help but stare and backed away, fearing that they would avoid the petals of the underworld.

Legend has it that only the yellow springs in the Jiuyou Difu can grow yellow spring flowers, and anyone who has seen the yellow spring flowers will feel ominous.