Chapter 1232: Flying Sword From the Sky

He mentioned it twice, and He Lingchuan also became interested.

This gap actually destroyed the original structure of the cave, or in other words, it violently cut into the mountain from the outside, opening a new way for the whole cave.

Following it to the end, the three entered a huge cave.

Even though they were mentally prepared, they were still stunned for a long time when they saw the scene in front of them.

"This, this..." Dong Rui's eyes widened, "This is outrageous!"

At the end of the gap, there was a big sword.

It was stuck in the wall along the trajectory of the gap. The sword body exposed outside was five feet (sixteen meters) long, and the part inserted into the stone wall was another.

He Lingchuan traveled all over the world, and this was the first time he saw such a huge sword.

What's even more weird is that there are two corpses nailed to the sword.

They are old and their skin and flesh have dried up, but these two corpses don't look like humans at first glance.

Although they seem to walk upright, one has horns on its head and the other has a tail behind it.

They were 10 feet and 15 feet tall respectively. Under the illumination of the fluorescent spores, their bones shone with the luster of brass, and even had a greasy feel.

Fu Liushan looked outside, then at the big sword, and gestured in the direction of the gap: "A sword came from the sky, cut open the belly of the mountain, pierced into the cave, and directly nailed these two, two..."

What on earth are these two? He has been catching monsters and ghosts for half his life, and has never seen such things.

"Is it also a corpse puppet?"

The other two said in unison: "No."

Dong Rui's eyes were glued to the wall, and his voice rose two or three degrees: "Demon! This is a demon! They died a long time after being beheaded. Look at the planing marks on the wall!"

"Demon?"

He Lingchuan corrected: "That is, the god."

Fu Liushan's doubts increased instead of decreasing, and he pointed to the sky: "Is this the god? The high and mighty god?"

"Yes." He Lingchuan gave him an affirmative answer, "The god is the former demon. Before the catastrophe of heaven and earth, they invaded the human world and were later driven back by the immortals. Well, it seems that this style of flying sword from the sky is old, at least thousands of years ago."

At this point, he suddenly had an idea.

The style of this sword, especially the appearance of the hilt and the hilt, how come it looks more and more familiar?

He Lingchuan jumped lightly, jumped onto the sword, and held up the fluorescent spore to shine over.

The sword was covered with dust and no longer shiny.

He took out a piece of leather and wiped it repeatedly on the sword spine.

After one, two, and three strokes, the sword revealed its true appearance. Although it was covered with rust, there was a line of runes on the sword spine, just like what He Lingchuan remembered.

He gently stroked along the runes.

It was the language of ancient immortals.

It was Fu Liushan who read out the words: "Shou... An... Hong... Yuan?"

Dong Rui glanced at him: "Do you recognize it?"

"Ah, I recognize it." It's a family tradition. "Who who makes spells must learn these? So whose sword is this?"

"The leader of the Dahuan Sect in ancient times, the Immortal Shou'an." He Lingchuan replied, "He was one of the strong men who defeated the demons. At the Lingxu City auction three years ago, a section of the sword head of the Immortal Shou'an was sold for a sky-high price of 800,000 taels of silver."

"Eighty..." Fu Liushan was speechless. 800,000 taels, how many lifetimes would it take for him to spend it all?

"Ten thousand, don't miss ten thousand." Dong Rui glanced at him disdainfully, looking at his useless look, "Hey, Lingxu City auction, could it be the sword head of this Hongyuan sword?"

He just asked casually, but He Lingchuan nodded: "It is very likely it."

After he fed the black dragon scales to the big square pot, the first dream he had was this sword. At that time, the real person Shou'an threw the sword into the air, and the Hongyuan sword flew away by itself, and disappeared.

Neither the disciples of the immortal Shou'an nor He Lingchuan knew what he was doing.

Unexpectedly, after three thousand years, the answer was unexpectedly revealed here!

He Lingchuan didn't know where the immortal Shou'an threw the sword that year, but it must be far away from here.

Could it be that the sword flew across thousands of mountains and rivers before splitting the mountain and nailing the two demons to death?

What kind of cultivation is this?

What kind of power is this?

What kind of style is this?

He Lingchuan felt dizzy just by imagining it.

He is indeed the first immortal standing on the top of the immortals.

Fu Liushan's eyes lit up: "If this sword is pulled out, how much can it be sold for?"

A sword head is worth 800,000 taels, how about this half of the sword?

"Except for Lingxu City, it can't be sold at such a high price anywhere else." He Lingchuan poured a basin of cold water on his head, "Even if it is a divine object, it has been inserted in the Yinsha Land for thousands of years, and now it is almost like scrap metal. I don't know how much it will cost to make it shine again."

So this thing now has at most a commemorative value, but no real use value.

Fu Liushan laughed dryly: "That's what I said. Let's go and do business."

Dong Rui also said: "These two divine bones have been dried for too long, and their activity has been lost. They are useless."

From here, they officially entered the cave.

With Fu Liushan's acorn man leading the way, the path they are taking now is relatively safe. As He Lingchuan walked, he was still recalling the contents of the black dragon's dream in his mind.

What did Shou'an Xianren say to his disciples a few breaths before he threw the flying sword?

They seemed to mention a name.

So, what did the demon do in this cave?

The three of them walked deep into the underground palace and encountered several damaged traps on the way, all of which were the masterpieces of the acorn man.

Soon, they passed by two dark rooms.

Even though they were far away, Ling Guang twitched his nose and took a few sniffs: "It smells so strong of blood and rust."

Fu Liushan said: "The resentment floating in these two rooms is so solid that it's a bit scary."

The Heavenly Master is more sensitive to certain things than a dog's nose.

He Lingchuan held up fluorescent spores and illuminated two dark rooms.

There are instruments of torture everywhere here.

To be precise, they were used torture instruments, many of which were stained with black stains.

The complete variety is both eye-opening and chilling.

There were blood stains on the table, chairs, and floor that solidified and turned into stubborn stains of varying shades.

"Torture chamber?" Ling Guang was puzzled, "Why did the ghost set up two torture chambers?"

The torture instruments here are all for dealing with flesh and blood, right?

"It is best for people to suffer a lot before dying. It is best to die in agony, so that they can easily turn into evil ghosts and fierce ghosts." Fu Liushan picked up a sharp file and looked at it. There was still a broken nail on it, "Xuanlu Ghost King took advantage of the new Once the ghosts are born, take a piece of their soul energy and make it into a soul lamp, and then you can control them for your own use."

Lingguang shuddered. People who were tortured to death by Xuanlu Ghost King turned into ghosts and had to work for their enemies forever. "Isn't this too tragic?"

No wonder the ghosts here are more ferocious than the last, they are really psychologically twisted.

The bell in Fu Liushan's arms suddenly rang, twice weakly.