"What do you think?" Bingdie's face turned cold and the sword in her hand trembled slightly. "Because of you, the Sword Sect suffered countless casualties and became the laughing stock of the entire Daluo Dynasty. Are you happy and satisfied?" Bingdie shouted angrily, with a hint of anger in his eyes. Water mist emerges.
"I..." Lu Chen was speechless and didn't know how to respond. This is the sorrow of a monk.
The Sword Sect used to be so high in the Da Luo Dynasty. In the entire Da Luo Dynasty, no one knew about it. Countless people worked hard to enter the Sword Sect. Now, this place has become a ruin.
"Haha!" The mist in Bingdie's eyes disappeared, and she stretched out her hand to take Lu Chen's hand. When she reached halfway, she seemed to think of something. Her whole body froze and her body trembled. She turned around and walked towards the hut, "Follow me." bring it on!"
In the dense forest behind the hut, two figures were sitting on the ground. In front of them, a small lake was very clear, with several white cranes standing in it. In the dense forest, the mist rose and floated on the lake, making it look like a fairyland.
Lu Chen sat down next to Bingdie with some embarrassment, but the latter was quite natural. As soon as he sat down, Bingdie told Lu Chen everything that had happened over the past year and everything he knew.
"You're saying that there is a strange place not far from Jianwuye Retreat in Back Mountain, and you live here just to monitor it?" Lu Chen was shocked.
Bingdie nodded, "I have investigated before, but I didn't go deep because..." Bingdie hesitated to speak, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were a little red.
"It was very cold in that dark cave. At the end of the cave, I saw the teacher!"
"Jianwuye?" Lu Chen exclaimed.
Bingdie nodded, "It's dead. From a distance, it looks like it was cut into pieces with a sharp weapon and sewn together!"
"Hiss!" Lu Chen couldn't help but take a breath of air after hearing this.
Jian Wuye, who was truly the strongest man in the Daluo Dynasty, had almost exhausted all his means to survive a narrow escape, but he never expected that he would die inexplicably in his lair.
Lu Chen guessed a lot from the words of the Lord of Daluo and Bingdie. Jian Wuye died extremely mysteriously and quietly.
"Is it really like the rumors about the Daluo royal family?" Lu Chen's mind flashed back to the warning given to him by the leader of Daluo during the dinner.
They even speculated that the ancestors of the Da Luo royal family also died in the secret land of Jian Zong.
Lu Chen hurriedly asked Bingdie to tell him all the details, but he didn't find anything unusual. "Looks like I have to go there to find out!"
"Don't rush in recklessly. It's very weird inside. Don't die inexplicably!" Bingdie was a little worried, but did not stop the figure in front of her. She knew the character of the other party. The battle with Jian Zong had already explained everything.
"Do you plan to live here for the rest of your life?" Lu Chen suddenly asked.
Bingdie pondered for a moment after hearing the words, nodded and shook his head, making Lu Chen look puzzled.
"Although it was you who caused the destruction of the Sword Sect, your ability at that time was not strong enough to destroy it. As the leader of the Sword Sect, I have the responsibility to know the truth about its destruction!"
"Then what?" Lu Chen asked. He also knew how difficult it was for Bingdie. Without Zhao Jin and Jian Wuye's insistence, the Sword Sect would not have been destroyed.
"Then?" Bingdie condensed and looked in the direction of Shiwandashan, "I will find out everything and go to the place that makes me feel that I truly belong to myself!"
Lu Chen was stunned for a moment, with a complicated expression on his face. Looking at his eyes, he was in a trance for a moment. He knew what the other person was talking about. He wanted to dissuade him, but he didn't know how to speak.
The two of them galloped, and soon they reached the opposite mountain peak. They went all the way deep. Looking at the dark passage ahead, Lu Chen flicked his finger, and clusters of beast fire suspended in the passage ahead, "The temperature here is obviously different!"
Bingdie nodded, "It's not far away!"
After turning a few corners, a not too big hole appeared in sight.
"Just inside, if anything happens, stand behind me!" Bingdie warned, and disappeared from the entrance of the cave in a flash.
Lu Chen smiled, looked at the dark entrance of the cave and hurriedly followed. In Bingdie's eyes, he was still the weak young man who had just set foot in the Sword Sect. She still missed the young man in Shiwan Mountain.
As clusters of animal fire fell everywhere in the darkroom, the paint
The dark room also became brighter. After scanning for a week, except for a section of tree roots floating out of thin air in the center of the dark room, there was only a black coffin supported by the roots.
There were only very thin roots supporting the two. If it had been in the past, Lu Chen would have exclaimed in surprise.
After all, it is incredible that two hair-thick roots can support a black coffin. And now, in terms of strength and knowledge, Lu Chen is no longer the boy who just left the lonely city.
Two clusters of animal fire floated above the black coffin, illuminating the top of the dark room. Although he was mentally prepared, Lu Chen still took a breath of cold air.
On the lid of the black coffin, a figure sat cross-legged, like an old monk meditating. It was the figure on the lid that made Lu Chen gasp.
Jian Wuye, once the strongest man in the Daluo Dynasty, was a strong man in the Lingzong realm.
At this moment, such a powerful sword Wuye was no longer breathless. His face, just as Bingdie said, seemed to have been injured by a sharp weapon, with cracks covering the entire face, even on his forehead.
Seeing it with one's own eyes is undoubtedly more impactful than hearing what Bingdie said.
"This should have been injured by a weapon such as silk thread. A strong man in the Lingzong realm can be killed silently and silently. He will definitely not be an unknown person!"
Lu Chen whispered, recalling the blood pool he saw in Huanyue Valley in the back of his mind. The coffin above it seemed to be more powerful than the one here.
After carefully sensing the surroundings of the black coffin, traces of soul power slowly entered the black coffin. After a moment, Lu Chen frowned slightly. He felt a very familiar feeling inside the black coffin, which surprised him.
This was definitely his first time here, so why he felt so familiar puzzled him.
"You stay alert, I'll open the coffin!" Lu Chen said to the ice butterfly on one side.
"I'll do it!" Bingdie whispered. With her strength, what a surprise. There is no doubt that she is more capable of surviving than Lu Chen.
Looking at Bingdie taking out his long sword, Lu Chen shook his head and hurriedly stepped forward to stop Bingdie who was about to pry open the coffin lid.
He had heard all kinds of strange things from Mr. Ge, and his knowledge had already surpassed that of Bingdie by an unknown amount.
It was okay to open the coffin, but touching the corpse was especially taboo with iron tools. He couldn't guarantee whether Bingdie would stab him out with a single sword after opening the coffin. Besides, to open the coffin, the body on the coffin lid had to be disposed of first.
"Let me do it!" Lu Chen shook his head at Bingdie, "I know some taboos better than you!"
Hearing this, Bingdie pondered for a moment and stood aside. From the first time he met her in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he knew that Lu Chen was not simple. Being able to go deep alone to the area where he almost died was definitely not a simple matter of luck. It can be done.
A piece of silk appeared in his hand. He pulled it hard to make sure it was strong enough. Lu Chen glanced at the top of the darkroom and saw several iron nails whizzing out.
The silk trembled and easily passed through Jianwuye's armpits, wrapping around the latter's legs and waist. With a few breaths, Jianwuye almost wrapped it into a rice dumpling.
With a shake of his hand, the silk hung on the iron nail above. Lu Chen suddenly exerted force, and Jian Wuye, who was meditating, was directly hung in the air.
boom!
There was a muffled sound, and a spear in Lu Chen's hand was inserted into the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin board. He exerted force again, and the black coffin suddenly made a creaking sound, and wisps of black mist spread along the opened gap.
"Hold your breath!" Lu Chen reminded Bingdie.
When the latter heard this, he quickly held his breath. His spiritual power spread all over his body and formed a protective shield. Bingdie, who was about to step forward to help Lu Chen, was stunned when he saw Lu Chen opening the coffin lid.
At this moment, Lu Chen's whole body was surrounded by jet-black flames, like a monarch in flames.
"Is this the soul he has been hiding all this time?" Bingdie whispered. She knew how rare the soul was. Before the fall of the Sword Sect, he had already reached the level of a fifth-level alchemist. His biggest wish in life is to refine a soul. , and because of this, she had an in-depth understanding of the soul.
"ah……"
The black mist seemed to be aware of the bloody smell and rushed towards Lu Chen crazily. As soon as it came into contact with the Nine Netherworld ghosts lingering outside his body, there were screams one after another.
The black mist retreated, as if it was conscious
, aware of Lu Chen's terror, rushed directly towards Bingdie.
"Humph!" Bingdie snorted coldly, and with a surge of spiritual power, a sword light struck at the black mist. Its momentum was like a rainbow, illuminating the dark ground like daylight.
This sword is enough to kill a strong man who is around the eighth level of the Spirit King Realm. It is a very powerful sword.
Sigh...
The sword light flashed away and entered the black mist. It made a soft sound, just like ice cubes thrown into the fire. In an instant, the sound disappeared, and the black mist became more crazy and rushed directly towards the ice butterfly.
The change was so fast that even Bingdie, who was a Spirit King Realm expert, had no time to react. Looking at the black mist that was coming crazily, Bingdie's face suddenly changed. It was too late to stop him. A little bit in the void, he quickly faced Retreat from the rear.
"Humph!" A cold snort sounded, and a black soul fire rushed from behind the black mist, instantly drowning the black mist, leaving only screams in the dark room.
"Be careful, many beings are not afraid of spiritual power, on the contrary, they will become the opponent's nourishment!" Lu Chen warned Bingdie, then turned around and continued to look into the open black coffin.
"Hmph, what's the air? I'll eat you later!" Bingdie's eyes flashed, and she waved her fists and muttered to Lu Chen.
In the black coffin, as the Nine Netherworld souls poured in, soon the black mist was burned away, and a corpse lay curled up in a ball in the black coffin. Apart from the corpse, there was nothing else. ap.
Lu Chen frowned slightly, and a spear appeared in his hand. This spear was specially modified by him. The head of the spear was not made of fine iron, but was forged after the wooden shovel he had snatched from the secret area of Wumu Academy was broken into pieces. It was originally intended to be used Miners never thought of using it here.
After taking a look at the spear, Lu Chen finally took out a wooden shovel, hooked it lightly on the body in the black coffin, and turned it sideways. Lu Chen frowned slightly, "It is indeed him!"
