More than a dozen figures scattered in the night sky, rushing toward the attic from all directions.
This pavilion is the treasure pavilion of the Qushan tribe.
This is the information Yang Ning got after getting the map of Qushan Hou Mansion from Su Anyuan.
And Yang Ning's goal tonight is this treasure pavilion.
The main entrance of the Treasure Pavilion comes into view.
On the surface, there were only two simple wooden doors. It was supposed to be a heavily guarded place, but because of tonight's battle, the place was unusually empty.
Yang Ning opened the door of the pavilion, and it was completely dark inside. Opposite the main entrance, there was a large black stone, blocking Yang Ning's progress.
Yang Ning took out the Chengyi Sword and looked around with the light of the sword.
Inside the attic, less than two feet away from the door wall, a dark wall stood tall and towering. The same was true all around.
Yang Ning took advantage of the gap less than two feet and stabbed out with his sword.
Ding.
The sword bounced back.
Being able to withstand the sting of a peak spiritual weapon is something that ordinary metal can no longer do. However, if you look at the wall, it is still black without any traces.
"What is this?" Yang Ning could not describe it in words.
While Yang Ning was stunned, Yang Pi, Yang Qiong and others gathered over.
"What kind of metal is this?" Yang Pi asked, holding the Silver Moon Scimitar in his hand, obviously having already tried it.
Yang Ning recalled the memories of her previous life, moved closer and touched the wall to identify them carefully.
Finally there is an answer.
"This is... Mo... Mo Chentie!" As Yang Ning subconsciously said his name, he was shocked by what he said and took a breath of air.
"Mo Chentie?" Yang Pi asked.
"Yes, this is Mo Chentie." Yang Ning confirmed.
"What is Mo Chentie?" Yang Qiong was confused.
"Mochen Iron is a metal that can be used to forge god-level weapons. It is extremely hard and very heavy. It can be said to be a very rare metal." Yang Ning explained.
While Yang Ning was explaining, he was even more shocked, because this Mochen Iron was not made in two pieces, but an entire wall. And looking at the structure of the attic, the walls of the entire treasure pavilion were made of this kind of iron. Built of metal.
In other words, a large amount of Mochen Iron was used by the Qushan tribe to cast this attic.
"No wonder there was no one to take care of us when we came in. This kind of construction is already the best defense..."
Yang Ning had to lament the Qushan tribe's wealth.
There are so many metals that can be used to forge artifacts in the world, but there are so many here.
Dao Tu took out his ink knife, looked at the wall in front of him, and then at his ink knife. He didn't know what to say for a while.
This is metal that can be used to forge artifacts, how can you not be jealous.
Dao Tu dragged the ink knife and stood up.
Ding.
Dao Tu staggered for a while and was bounced back, while Mo Dao couldn't hold it and was ejected.
"so hard……"
Dao Tu felt his tiger's mouth bleeding.
"Senior Brother Dao Tu, your Mo sword cannot break Mo Chen Tie." Yang Ning said helplessly.
Mo Chen Tie is a very hard metal, and Dao Tu's Mo Knife is only forged from Mo Tie, so there is no way it can split Mo Chen Tie.
Yang Ning looked at the wall for a long time, but was still helpless. Finally, he shook his head helplessly.
Turning back, we came to the boulder opposite the main entrance.
I saw a groove on the boulder, at chest level.
"This?" Yang Pi didn't know what to say.
"This should be the key." Yang Qiong looked at the groove.
"But, where do I have to get the key?" Dao Tu was already attracted to the Mo Chentie mentioned by Yang Ning, and he was even more salivating about the things in the treasure house.
"It seems that we have to take action..." Yang Ning withdrew.
The Qushanhou Mansion was in chaos tonight, and you could see blood stains everywhere.
Yang Ning led everyone out of the attic, and took advantage of the cover of night to move towards the main hall of the Hou Mansion.
The Treasure Pavilion is located behind the main hall, and there are many people gathered in the main hall at this time. They are the family members of the Hou Mansion, waiting for the battle outside.
"I wonder if the Marquis can win this time..." A lady was dressed simply, not very gorgeous, but she was surrounded by everyone in the middle, with a face full of anxiety and worry.
"Madam, the Marquis will definitely win."...
Everyone was comforting and waiting anxiously.
…
Yang Ning did not go in, but heard the sounds inside, shook his head, and then walked around to the side of the main hall.
In front of the main hall, many practitioners were coming and going, on guard.
"It turns out that all the low-level cultivators from the Hou Mansion have gathered here." Yang Qiong said.
"Brother Pizi..."
Yang Ning shouted, and then winked at Yang Pi, who immediately understood.
Yang Pi jumped up and jumped out from the side. He quickly attacked the nearest person from behind, covered his mouth with his hand, and held him hostage.
"Retreat..." Yang Ning lowered his voice.
Everyone began to retreat and came to the back of the main hall.
Yang Ning came to the person who was being held hostage and said: "I will ask you questions and you can survive, otherwise..." Yang Ning took out the Chengyi Sword, the sword's intention was tumbling, and the killing intent was rolling.
The man's mouth was covered and he couldn't speak. He nodded hastily as if he was in a hurry.
"Okay, I like it." Yang Ning put his sword on the man's neck and said to Yang Pi, "Let go."
Yang Pi let go of his hand, allowing the man room to move.
The moment Yang Pi let go, the man struck Yang Ning with a palm.
"Seeking death." Yang Ning's sword flashed, he dodged a palm and went directly along the man's shoulder, piercing the left shoulder with his sword.
"Ah...well..."
With quick eyes and quick hands, Yang Pi directly covered the man's mouth again.
"Unexpectedly, he is still a tough guy..." A hint of cunning flashed at the corner of Yang Ning's mouth, and then he tapped the man's chest a few times and said, "I've been hit by a bone-splitting hand. Let's see how long you can be tough."
Sure enough, as soon as Yang Ning finished speaking, there were sounds of broken bones coming from the man's body.
"Woooo..."
"Yang Ning, you?"
Everyone around looked at Yang Ning like monsters.
Yang Ning didn't explain, looked at the man and said, "I can give you pain relief, but you have to cooperate."
The man's whole body was soaked instantly, and even the ground was wet. He barely controlled his body and nodded hard.
"What a bitch..." Yang Ning touched the man's forehead and waved his hand, signaling Yang Pi to let go.
"Tell me, who has the key to the Treasure Pavilion?" Yang Ning didn't want to waste any time and asked directly.
"There are three keys in total... one is held by the ancestor... one is with the Marquis... and one is with the Young Marquis..."
As soon as the man finished speaking, his whole body softened and fell to the ground like a pile of mud.
Yang Ning raised his hand and struck the sword to kill the man.
"If you get hit by a bone-splitting hand, don't think about living..." Yang Ning is not a cruel person, but towards the Qushan tribe, Yang Ning's heart is full of hatred, so how can he let this person go.
The bone-breaking hand is a martial art that Yang Ning obtained in his previous life. It is not a high level, but it is very vicious. The bones of those who hit it will be broken and there is no solution.
This is also the reason why Yang Ning wanted to kill him with one sword.
"Young Master? Qu Shanhong, it's time to meet him." Yang Ning murmured to himself.
Just a few days ago, news came from Qushanhou Mansion that Qu Shanhong was promoted to Young Marquis because of his great achievements, and this achievement was to help the Qushan tribe obtain the Nine Secrets. Thinking of this, Yang Ning sneered. , turned back to the crowd and said: "Find Qu Shanhong with all your strength."
"good."
Everyone dispersed and disappeared into the night again.
Above the sky, the old city lord and the man in golden armor tried their best to avoid the aura of destruction falling from the sky for half an hour.
The old city lord's left shoulder was pierced and bleeding.
The man in golden armor had even duller look, losing his previous look.
"I didn't expect that the Nine Secret Skills could be so powerful. I really underestimated..."
The old city lord endured the pain from his shoulder and stood in the air, staring closely at Ancestor Qu Shan, and finally made up his mind.
The old city lord glanced sideways at the man in golden armor and said, "Can you hold him back for two breaths?"
The man in golden armor was breathing heavily, and the flames on his body were almost exhausted. Hearing the words of the old city lord, he nodded.
The man in golden armor roared loudly and let out an astonishing roar. His momentum exploded, emitting violent golden light, and the golden armor lit up again.
"The Sorrow of Ba Ge!"
This was the last trump card of the Ba Ge members, and the man in golden armor finally used it.
The mourner means that someone becomes a mourner, either the enemy or oneself.
This is a kind of martial arts that is almost fatal. It allows people's potential to explode in an instant, gain the power of their heyday, and fight against the enemy.
The golden light is brilliant, like the reborn sun, trying to compete with the moonlight.
The sea of blood below actually rose up in an instant and began to subside.
Qu Shanrong was backlashed, and he forced himself back with a mouthful of blood. A spear flew out, and then he turned into blood and rushed into the sea of blood.
Hai Siyao smashed his sword into pieces and saw Qu Shanrong being counterattacked. He raised his head and glanced at the battle above.
"Ancestor, don't do it..."
But it's too late.
Because around the old city lord, a faint blue halo rose.
This is a sign of mutual destruction.
Hai Siyao knew it clearly.
"No……"
Hai Siyao was roaring, heartbreaking. But there is no turning back.
"Siyao, come back..."
The old city lord turned his head slightly, glanced at Hai Siyao, and turned into a bright light.
soon……
Like a light...
Light blue light.
"not good……"
Ancestor Qu Shan's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to change his direction, he was intercepted by the eight palms in the sky.
The golden light was also very fast, blocking all the retreat routes for Patriarch Qu Shan.
Ancestor Qu Shan hurriedly propped up his body-protecting Zhen Gang, preparing to receive the eight palms forcefully.
Because if you don't take these eight palms, you will be swallowed by the light blue light.
As a rival of the old city lord for many years, I know the methods of the old city lord.
This is about dying with yourself.
"Soldiers..."
Ancestor Qu Shan could no longer care about anything else and wanted to avoid the power of the old city lord's physical attack. But he was held back by the man in golden armor.
In a panic, he formed seals with his hands and typed out the word "bing".
Clang Clang…
The golden armor of the man in golden armor separated from his body and instantly formed a golden shield.
"top……"
The voice was distant, like a spirit coming out of the wilderness.
A huge shield was controlled, raised above the head, and flew up.
Two streams of light, one blue and one gold, one dives and the other rises straight up.
Zhenzhen...
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the sound of Zizhen broke.
The sky was instantly lit up.
The sea of blood was in pieces, and Qu Shanrong was crumbling.
Hai Siyao was even washed into the night sky and fell.
The entire Qushan City was ups and downs, emitting astonishing mourning.
"Old City Lord..." Su Anyuan looked at what was happening in the sky, knelt down, and two lines of clear tears fell down his cheeks.
"Ancestor, ancestor..." Hai Siyao punched the ground, her fists already showing flesh and blood.
"Old City Lord..." On the attic of Langling Market, the beauty shed tears.
Yang Ning also looked up and murmured incomprehensibly.
In the sky, everything seemed to be silent, only the constant loud noises were echoing, echoing between the mountains on both sides.
It seems to be telling the demise of a great generation, telling the story of an old man...
Boom...boom...
Long and endless.
