Dongfang Qing read the words on the coffin alone for a long time. Quietness returned here, there was no sound at all.
Dongfang Qing suddenly sighed and said to himself: "It's a pity that the Qilin Sect is on the verge of collapse. Due to limited time, the leader of the Qilin Sect has no time to organize enough manpower to build an army that can rival the Black Flag Army. It is even more impossible to prevent the spread of rebellion. All the weapons and armor here are of no use..."
Having said this, Dongfang Qing suddenly closed his mouth, and scenes of the Qilin Gate long ago appeared in his mind...
It turns out that the head of the Qilin Sect had a premonition that the ten deputy heads of the Qilin Sect would rebel, and the Qilin Sect would be in chaos, and even be in danger of being exterminated. So he secretly built this armory, hoping to reorganize an army strong enough to confront the Black Flag Army and maintain the stability of Qilin Gate. It is a pity that he did not have time to form a new army in the end to fight against the ten commanders of the Black Flag Army who were interested in rebellion, that is, the ten deputy heads of the Qilinmen Law Enforcement Hall.
The master of the Qilin Sect had no time to form an army, and the Qilin Sect's rebellion began. And this secret armory can only stay in this cave in the territory of Qilin Gate and become a secret forever.
The rebellion at Qilinmen did not appear suddenly, but had been planned for a long time. The ten deputy sect leaders of the Qilin Sect jointly planned that rebellion. Their purpose was simple, to kill the leader of the Qilin Sect and seize the position of the sect leader. It is a pity that ten of them joined forces, and although they finally killed the leader of the Qilin Sect, they were almost all killed by the leader of the Qilin Sect, and the Qilin Sect suffered heavy losses as a result.
If they had known that the Qilin Sect would be completely wiped out due to the lack of a leader, I'm afraid they wouldn't have done that.
The words and patterns that Dongfang Qing saw were about the rebellion of the ten deputy heads of the Qilin Sect. He didn't know who left them. After all, the leader of the Qilin Sect died on the spot, so it was unlikely that he had left them behind. . Perhaps some observers saw the whole thing and knew the location of the armory, so they deliberately left these records to let later people know what exactly happened that year.
In fact, the records here are relatively vague. If Dongfang Qing hadn't learned some old news about the Qilin Sect from her grandfather's mouth, I'm afraid it would be difficult to figure it all out even after reading the words and pictures here.
Dongfang Qing carefully read the words and patterns on the entire coffin with deep curiosity, and gradually frowned with disbelief on his face.
According to the records here, the words and patterns on the coffin lid were left by the owner of the Qilin Gate himself. Perhaps after the leader of the Qilin Sect died in the battle, he was not completely dead, but was just an illusion given to others. He may have been seriously injured but not killed, or maybe he had a clone or something that was not killed, so he had the opportunity to come here and record the battle here.
According to records, this coffin was not cast by the master of the Qilin Sect, but was moved from somewhere else. The master of the Qilin Sect also left some simple records about this. After reading it, Dongfang Qing confirmed one thing. The owner of the coffin was a great master of weapon refining. Before his death, he refined this huge weapon for himself. coffin.
Later, the owner of the Qilin Gate unexpectedly found the tomb of the owner of the coffin. He felt that the coffin was different, so he took it back to the Qilin Gate. Later, when the master of the Qilin Clan built this secret armory, he conveniently left the coffin here. Because the top of the coffin lid was as smooth as a mirror, I sighed for a moment about the changes that had happened at Qilin Gate, so I casually left these words and patterns.
The master of the Qilin Sect is the Taiyi Golden Immortal, with amazing strength. The words and patterns left behind were all carved with his fingers. Dongfang Qing couldn't help but admire him when he saw it. But what made her feel even more admirable for this senior master she had never met before was that in a corner of the coffin lid was the Qilin Sect's treasure - the Qilin Star Jue.
Qilin Star Technique is the supreme skill of Qilin Sect. It has been lost for a long time. Dongfang Qing did not expect to see it here. Moreover, the Qilin Star Jue here was carved by the master of the Qilin Sect himself, so it is the most precious.
Seeing such a treasure, Dongfang Qing actually forgot about Qi Feihong, whose life or death was uncertain, and devoted himself to studying the Qilin Star Art, quickly forgetting everything around him.
Four hours later, Dongfang Qing, who had read the entire Qilin Star Jue and had initially understood the content of the Qilin Star Jue, let out a long breath, with a smile on his face, and said to himself: "This is such a magical skill. The method is worthy of being a god-level skill, a supreme skill. It's a pity that there is only the first half. It seems that the master of the Qilin Sect did not expect that he would die, and did not record all the skills here."
When she said this, she suddenly thought of Qi Feihong, and couldn't help but tremble all over. She quickly reached out and patted the coffin lid, shouting loudly: "Junior brother, where are you? Junior brother..."
A faint voice came from inside the coffin: "Senior sister, are you outside? Did you just hit the coffin lid with Thousand Hands of Thunder Palm? I was stunned and just woke up...Senior sister, I am trapped in It's inside, you and I will work together to open the coffin lid so that I can get out."
Dongfang Qing hurriedly said "Okay", secretly sticking out his tongue, and picking up the big gun that was used to pry open the coffin lid. He called Qi Feihong, and the two of them worked together to pry open the coffin lid again.
The two tried their best, but unfortunately they tried several times to no avail. The coffin lid seemed to have suddenly sprouted roots and was firmly fastened to the coffin. No matter how hard the two of them used their strength, they still could not open it.
In desperation, Dongfang Qing could only speak loudly to Qi Feihong: "Junior brother, please see if there are any other exits in the coffin? The lid cannot be opened. We have to find another way, otherwise it will be difficult for you to come out."
Qi Feihong also said loudly in the coffin: "There is no other exit. I have looked for it many times. Senior sister, look around to see if there are any longer guns or the like. Maybe if they are longer, you can Open the coffin lid."
Dongfang Qing responded and hurriedly looked around, but the big gun they used before was already a long enough weapon. It was too difficult to get a longer one, at least it was difficult to find it here.
Qi Feihong knew that Dongfang Qing could not find anything longer to pry open the coffin lid, so he could only say in disappointment: "Sister, do you have a sharp sword or other magic weapon in your hand? Try it and see if you can cut the coffin lid open?" "
Dongfang Qing did not dare to hesitate any longer, took a look at the words and patterns on the coffin lid, gritted his teeth, took out an extremely sharp sword, mobilized the spiritual power in his body, turned his wrist, and swung the sword with all his strength. The sword flowers bloomed, and there was a loud clang. The sword struck the coffin lid, sparks shot out, and there was a loud clang, and the sword was broken by the handle.
Dongfang Qing grabbed the hilt of the sword and couldn't help but sigh when he saw the countless sword marks left on the coffin lid. She casually took out another antique sword and said to herself: "This is the sword my grandfather used. It is only a thin line away from the immortal weapon. It is already my best weapon at present. If it doesn't work anymore, , I can only give up.”
Dongfang Qing muttered to himself for a while, endured the heartache and raised the sword, mobilized the spiritual power in his body, held the sword with both hands, flew up, stood on the coffin, and drew the sword with all his strength. This time it was no longer the clanging sound before, but a dull explosion. Some of the yellow metal of the coffin lids were struck by the sword and scattered in all directions, as if they had exploded.
The power of Dongfang Qing's sword, which was only seven to eight thousand kilograms, finally broke the coffin lid. However, the breach was too small and did not penetrate the coffin lid at all, which was not enough for Qi Feihong to come out. Dongfang Qing had to continue attacking to expand the breach so that Qi Feihong could climb out.
