Text Chapter 307 Reappearance of the Great Dragon's Mark!

Along the way, Lin Xuan saw many tombstones. There were different things in front of each tombstone, some were glowing weapons, and some were yellowing martial arts.

Others directly engraved martial arts on the wall next to them, and the fonts were extremely confusing.

"These should have been left behind before death." The wine master said in his voice.

"No wonder everyone wants to enter the ancestral land, this is really a treasure!" Lin Xuan exclaimed.

Not to mention weapons, just these martial arts tips and the like are enough to make countless people tempted.

However, although Lin Xuan was tempted, he could still restrain himself. The main reason is that he has been trained by a master like Master Jiu, and his knowledge is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Therefore, he did not immediately understand these martial arts insights, but wandered around.

No one has ever been as calm as him. The disciples who came in before never ran around and quickly understood the martial arts experience on the stone tablet. After all, the time to stay here is limited.

"Hey, this is my father's font!" Lin Xuan looked excited when he saw the carvings on the wall.

Obviously, Lin Xuan's father had also come in and left an engraving.

"It's not my opinion, it seems to be just written casually." Lin Xuan looked carefully and found that some of the fonts were blurred.

"Big Dragon...the inheritance of other five swords,"

"We can't stay on Lingxu Island any longer. Let's go to Baiqing Continent..."

Lin Xuan was shocked after reading it. Although these words were incomplete, it was obvious that his father knew about the Great Dragon Sword.

He suddenly remembered that the mysterious sword in his body was given to him by his father.

"It seems that your father is stronger than you thought. A person like this cannot die easily." The wine master said slowly, "Let's see if there are any other clues."

Lin Xuan reached out to touch the lettering, but when he touched the characters on the wall, the lettering suddenly glowed with light.

The fonts on it disappeared, condensing into an illusory figure.

"Father!" Lin Xuan exclaimed.

"My child, when you see this, I may have been gone for a long time, but you have to believe that we will still get together one day."

"Our Lin family has some connection with the Great Dragon Sword. There is a mark in this ancestral land that records the burial place of the Great Dragon Sword!"

"Find it and go to Baiqing Continent to find me..."

The illusory figure gradually disappeared and turned into a rain of light.

"Taking pictures with your spiritual consciousness is such a powerful method!" The wine master said solemnly, "It seems that there are clues to the Great Dragon Sword here."

Lin Xuan tried his best to calm down. Although he knew that it was just a soul mark left by his father, he still felt reluctant to give up.

Hearing the wine master's words, he calmed down.

Only by gaining enough strength can he be reunited with his family.

Closing his eyes and meditating, he circulated the dragon sword intention in his body, hoping to feel the existence of another dragon mark.

A moment later, a dragon roar sounded deep in the ancestral land, carrying a sense of vicissitudes of life, as if it had traveled through endless years.

"Sure enough, we are here!" Lin Xuan was overjoyed, and his body turned into an electric light and rushed over.

On the huge stone tablet in front of me, I saw a ferocious and roaring dragon engraved on it, looking down at everything.

At this moment, the dragon-shaped pattern seemed to come alive and wander around the stone tablet.

"Roar!"

The roar of the dragon sounded, and the surrounding air trembled, forming huge dragon claws above and slapping downwards.

This blow is enough to kill the spirit-melting realm warrior.

call out!

Lin Xuan did not resist, he used the Dragon Reverse Step and quickly dodged away.

Contrary to what he imagined, he thought he could get the Great Dragon Mark easily, but now it seems that he was too naive.

"The Great Dragon Sword Seal is an ownerless thing, and only those with strength deserve to own it." The wine master said, "It's up to you whether you can conquer it or not."

Lin Xuan's eyes were sharp. He could even defeat Lin Feng, who mastered earth-level martial arts, let alone a mark without a soul.

He pulled out the Qiuhen Sword that was broken in half and rushed over quickly.

"Zhanyun!"

The sword light tore apart, like mist, slashing towards the dragon-shaped pattern.

Buzz!

The stone tablet glowed, and a sword energy was also struck out, which was similar to Zhan Yun, but more sharp and ethereal.

"Huh?" Lin Xuan was slightly stunned. This method was very similar to when he participated in the Inscription Tower Competition.

However, at the beginning, Yu Fei's bloodline mirror could only be copied and had the same power as the main body, but this stone tablet was obviously superior.

The attacks it launched were not only the same as Lin Xuan's, they were also more powerful.

"As expected of a holy art of attack, it can actually transform martial arts!" Lin Xuan was even more delighted. If he could get this dragon mark, his sword will be even more powerful.

He began to use various means to attack the stone monument.

For a moment, sword light surrounded the area, and the scene was terrifying.

Lin Xuan kept attacking the stone tablet, and more than twenty days passed in the blink of an eye, but he still failed.

However, he has made substantial progress compared to the beginning.

Outside the ancestral land, Mr. Lin hurriedly came to the clan leader's side.

"Dad, hasn't Xuan'er come out yet?"

The old man shook his head, but he didn't look too worried.

"It's been more than twenty days, will everything be okay?" Second Master Lin asked worriedly.

"If something happens to someone inside, the stone gate will turn blood red, so people outside will know it immediately."

"But now, the two stone doors have not changed, which means Xuan'er is safe."

"As expected of a father and son, I remember that Zhan'er stayed for nearly a month last time." The old man said slowly.

"Dad, something is wrong in the house recently. I feel like Lin Quan and the others are planning something." Second Master Lin said.

"No matter what, we must drag Xuan'er out!"

…

In Jianchi Mansion, Lin Ye walked to the room excitedly and whispered: "Dad, the matter is almost done. In about five days, the people from Netherworld Hall will take action!"

"Haha, this day has finally arrived!" The great elder had a hint of madness in his eyes, "Lin Yuan, this Sword Pond Mansion will eventually be mine!"

"Dad, it is said that that boy Lin Xuan entered the ancestral land and has not come out yet for more than 20 days!"

"So what? Didn't Lin Zhan go in for a month back then? Where is he now?" The great elder sneered, "If the adults with Netherworld Hall take action, not to mention Lin Xuan, even Lin Yuan will not be able to escape death!"

"Father is still wise!" Lin Ye said, "The people from Netherworld Hall have replied. As long as they are allowed to enter the family's ancestral land, they will promise to repair Feng'er's broken arm."

"Dad, what is there in the family's ancestral land? Is there any heaven-defying treasure? But even if it is earth-level martial arts, they have never asked for it."

"I don't know. The ancestral land is the burial place of the clan leaders of all generations. At most, there are some martial arts and weapons, and their value will not exceed the martial arts of the earth level!"

"Everything is subject to Netherworld Hall's instructions!" the great elder said solemnly.

"I got it, dad!" Lin Ye chuckled.

…

Five days passed by in a flash, and Lin Xuan entered the final stage of conquering the dragon seal.

On this day, a shocking change occurred in the Xia Kingdom.

Many forces such as Wenxue Sect, Lan Yue Sect, and Jianchi Mansion rebelled. At the same time, a group of extremely mysterious black-robed men appeared publicly for the first time, with the word "Netherworld" painted on their chests.