Chapter 88
Not many people know that there is a specially built underground space in the heart of Queqiao Mountain.
In a stone room, Duan Yanqing sat cross-legged, the aura of his body was decadent and chaotic.
Next to him, Duan Kun was curled up on the ground as if he was dying, as if his whole body was skin and bones.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the passage outside the stone room.
Then, the iron door of the stone room made a sound and was then pulled open.
Duan Yanqing opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Xiao Zhan in front of him, with a flash of awe in his eyes.
He knew that the person in front of him was the master of the Temple of War, the legendary god-level powerhouse.
Xiao Zhan lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said slowly:
"you can go now."
A flash of surprise flashed across Duan Yanqing's old face:
"You want to let me go? Aren't you afraid of my revenge?"
Xiao Zhan glanced at Duan Yanqing:
"Your Duan family has been destroyed, and Duan Xiong is dead."
"Besides, with your strength, how can you talk about revenge?"
Duan Yanqing suddenly felt disappointed.
He stood up and cupped his fists at Xiao Zhan:
"Thank you, Lord Palace, for your kindness."
After saying that, Duan Yanqing picked up Duan Kun and left.
Xiao Zhan frowned:
"You can only take away Duan Kun's body."
Duan Yanqing was stunned.
Although he looked down on Duan Kun, Duan Kun was a member of the Duan family after all, and he couldn't ignore it.
Xiao Zhan said expressionlessly:
"If it weren't for him, your Duan family wouldn't have been destroyed by me. There's no need for you to die with him."
Duan Yanqing had no choice but to reach out and pinch Duan Kun's neck.
Duan Kun struggled to open his eyelids, his eyes full of prayer.
Duan Yanqing sighed, and gently applied force on his hand, giving Duan Kun relief.
Xiao Zhan continued at this time:
"How much do your Duan family know about the Lost Land?"
Duan Yanqing looked shocked.
The Duan family has a map to enter the Lost Land. Only Duan Xiong and him know about this matter in the Duan family.
Xiao Zhan looked at Duan Yanqing expressionlessly:
"The other four heaven-level members of your Duan family should have fled into the Lost Land with Duan Peng."
"Are you planning on going in to find them?"
Duan Yanqing sighed:
"When I'm old, why take risks anymore."
"The Duan family is gone. What can I do even if I find them?"
Xiao Zhan said 'hmm' and suddenly said:
"Let me make a deal with you."
"I'll help you advance to the Saint level, and then you go to the Lost Land."
Duan Yanqing was stunned.
"Why does the Lord of the Palace want me to go to the Lost Land?"
Xiao Zhan said straight to the point: "Of course I want you to help me explore the way."
Duan Yanqing thought for a few seconds, nodded and said:
"I'm willing to give it a try. Instead of dying of old age, it's better to give it a try."
Xiao Zhan nodded and suddenly raised his hand and slapped Duan Yanqing on the head.
A trace of true energy rushed into Duan Yanqing's body instantly.
Duan Yanqing immediately fell to the ground, hovering on the line between life and death.
After half an hour, Duan Yanqing got up from the ground.
After a while, Duan Yanqing walked down Magpie Bridge Mountain.
But he didn't know that Yuan Ye had already followed him with two holy level peaks.
That's right, what Xiao Zhan wants is just the route into the Lost Land mastered by the Duan family.
After all, the more you know about the entrance, the more hope you have of surviving in the future.
On the mountainside of Queqiao Mountain.
Xiao Zhan glanced at Xiao Yaoyao who was sitting on the grass, meditating cross-legged with other saint-level experts, and smiled and said to Ye Wei beside him:
"Weiwei, I want to go to the Karama Desert."
Ye Wei nodded lightly, took Xiao Zhan's arm, leaned into his arms and said:
"I know you are very busy, don't worry, I won't hold you back."
"But you must pay attention to safety. There are people outside the world. There will always be people better than you in the world. You must come back safely. Remember, Xiao Yaoyao and I are waiting for you."
Xiao Zhan gently kissed Ye Wei's forehead and said softly:
"I know you are bored staying in Queqiao Mountain all the time. If you want to go to work, just go."
Ye Wei smiled knowingly.
After a while, Xiao Zhan descended from Queqiao Mountain.
From a distance, Xiao Zhan saw a figure.
This figure was a hundred meters away one moment, and was in front of Xiao Zhan the next moment.
He is dressed in blue cloth clothes and black cloth shoes. He is Gong Baotian who lives in Yujintian Mansion.
Xiao Zhan smiled and said:
"Senior Gong, you are fine."
"Congratulations to senior for entering the god level."
Gong Baotian smiled and nodded: "Thanks to you."
Xiao Zhan got straight to the point and said:
"The environment of Queqiao Mountain is good. Seniors will definitely like it here."
Gong Baotian looked up at the misty Magpie Bridge Mountain, nodded and said:
"Perhaps one day, I will muster up the courage to go to the Lost Land again, but before that, I will definitely keep your family safe."
Xiao Zhan hugged his fists and took Gong Baotian up the mountain for a walk.
A moment later, a helicopter from the National Security Agency landed in Queqiao Mountain and took Xiao Zhan towards the Karama Desert.
The Karama Desert is in the southwest of Yanlong Kingdom, a full 20,000 miles away from Yunshan City.
The helicopter took Xiao Zhan to the airport. Xiao Zhan took a special flight. It took him a day and a night before he finally landed in Mojiang City, the city closest to the Karama Desert.
A few hours later, Xiao Zhan was already deep in the Karama Desert.
Following the direction in his memory, Xiao Zhan kept walking through the sandstorm, crossing one sand dune after another. It took another day to cross thousands of miles of yellow sand and stand in front of a huge desert pit.
The huge pit was scorched brown, and on the exposed ground, hot magma was constantly emerging from the cracks.
The temperature here is extremely high, ripples are rippling in the air, and the rising heat waves make the entire sky appear dark red.
Xiao Zhan looked at the stone house in the center of the pit, and when he heard the sound of banging coming from inside, he suddenly laughed.
With his feet moving, Xiao Zhan slowly walked towards the stone house.
As soon as he approached the stone house, Xiao Zhan saw a black light flying towards him.
Xiao Zhan raised his hand to catch it, and after just one glance, he was pleasantly surprised.
In Xiao Zhan's hand is a straight long knife that is completely black. The shape of the knife is like an extended and widened version of the Tang Hengdao. It is more than one meter long and more than five fingers wide. The blade is extremely sharp and the whole body is glowing with cold light. One glance strikes fear into your heart.
Not only that, the pitch-black blade was also engraved with complex patterns. The patterns were dark red, like flowing blood or hot magma.
Holding the knife in his hand, a hot temperature spread to Xiao Zhan's palm.
An unhappy voice came from the stone house:
"I promised you three days, but you weren't punctual."
Xiao Zhan smiled: "Something has delayed me."
Ou Yanlie walked out of the stone house. His skin turned dark red and his hands were full of blisters.
You know, Ou Yanlie is also a saint-level strongman with extremely high physical strength.
He said angrily:
"It took me two years to melt this piece of meteorite, and I spent all my efforts to create this knife. Therefore, I must choose the name."
"You don't know, this knife is very strange. When it was smelted, it actually absorbed a lot of magma. The dark red texture on it is all formed naturally."
"After the creation is completed, the temperature of this knife has always been kept above 500 degrees. Anyone below the Saint level will be seriously burned if touched."
Xiao Zhan fondly stroked the long knife, nodded and said:
"Then give it a name."
Ou Yanlie thought for a while, his eyes lit up and he said:
"The red texture on it looks like a fire dragon, why not call it a red dragon!"
"Red Dragon?" Xiao Zhan nodded, "Okay."
With that said, Xiao Zhan looked at Ou Yanlie, "Where is the scabbard?"
"In the house," Ou Yanlie led Xiao Zhan into the stone house.
On the stone table, the scabbard made of fine steel is particularly exquisite.
Next to the scabbard, there were actually nine willow leaf darts the size of a little finger.
These nine darts are also pitch black, with a cold light, and there are also dark red lines on the darts. It is known that magma was absorbed during the refining process.
Xiao Zhan reached out and touched it. The temperature on the willow leaf dart was also extremely high. If someone below the Saint level touched it, he would definitely be seriously injured.
Ou Yanlie said proudly:
"These are the residues that fell off during the refining of the meteorite iron. I didn't waste any of it."
"There's another surprise waiting for you."
Ou Yanlie reached out and picked up a willow leaf dart, raised his hand and shot it towards the wall of the stone house.
There was no sound, the hard stone of the house was penetrated straight through.
The dart shot out for hundreds of meters, then suddenly stopped, and then shot back again the next moment.
Xiao Zhan could feel a suction coming from the Red Dragon Sword in his hand.
The willow leaf dart that flew back hit the Red Dragon Sword with a 'dang' sound and clung to it tightly.
Ou Yanlie laughed and said:
"This Red Dragon Sword and the nine darts come from the same meteorite iron, and they have a strong special attraction to each other."
Xiao Zhan nodded with satisfaction, and the Red Dragon Blade moved slightly, and the other eight darts were instantly attached to the blade.
Xiao Zhan injected a trace of true energy, and the next moment, he slashed towards the door.
A jet-black sword light visible to the naked eye burst out, and nine darts also turned into nine black lights and shot out.
"boom!"
There was a violent explosion.
The huge deep pit was forcibly cut with a crack of more than twenty meters by the light of the sword.
The nine darts bombarded the sand dune in front, causing a violent explosion. Then the nine darts exploded back and were tightly attached to the Red Dragon Sword again.
Just as Xiao Zhan was about to speak, magma suddenly rose into the sky from the crack that was opened.
Ou Yanlie's expression changed and he rushed into the distance.
After a while, Ou Yanlie looked at the huge pit that turned into a lava lake and said angrily:
"Can't you try it in another place?"
"Also, what state are you in right now?" Ou Yanlie's eyes narrowed, "The Saint level definitely doesn't have your level of strength."
Xiao Zhan sheathed his sword, chuckled and said:
"Don't worry about my level, I won't insult this Red Dragon Sword."
Ou Yanlie sighed, looked at the Red Dragon Sword in Xiao Zhan's hand, and said with emotion:
"I will never encounter such good material again in my life."
"Since I can never build a better weapon in this life, I will simply change my career and focus on improving my strength."
Xiao Zhan nodded, "As long as you go, there will always be a place for you in the Temple of War. I said this two years ago."
A moment later, Xiao Zhan and Ou Yanlie were walking quickly through the desert.
Xiao Zhan would strike out with his sword from time to time, and he soon became very good at it.
With the Red Dragon Sword, Xiao Zhan has a little more confidence in entering the Lost Land.
Two days later.
Xiao Zhan and Ou Yanlie left the desert and returned to Yunshan City on a special plane prepared by the Security Bureau.
When Ou Yanlie followed Xiao Zhan to Queqiao Mountain, he was immediately shocked.
"You really know how to enjoy it," Ou Yanlie's eyes were full of envy, "I will live here from now on."
Xiao Zhan nodded, "In addition to my family, there are also a hundred saint-level experts from my War Temple here. If you don't understand anything about practicing, you can ask them for advice."
Ou Yanlie froze on the spot when he heard that there were actually a hundred saints on the mountain.
But the next second, he snorted with dissatisfaction:
"I'm also a saint, and they can't teach me yet."
Xiao Zhan smiled and said, "You are only in the early stage of Saint level. Among the hundreds of Saints on this mountain, the lowest is in the middle stage of Saint level."
Ou Yanlie was suddenly speechless.
In front of the Temple of War, the arrogance in his heart had long since been knocked out of existence.
When he was halfway up the mountain, Xiao Zhan suddenly said:
"I forgot to remind you that there is another god-level person on the mountain. You can go visit him yourself later."
"God level!"
Ou Yanlie's pupils shrank sharply, "Besides you, are there other god-level powerful people in this world?"
Xiao Zhan's expression also became solemn, "Not only are there gods, there are also many beings above the god level. Otherwise, why would I need you to help me build the Red Dragon Sword."
Ou Yanlie felt that his world view had collapsed.
He originally thought that with his saint-level strength, he was already a first-rate master in the world today.
But I didn't expect that just in Queqiao Mountain, I wouldn't be ranked among the top 100.
Halfway up the mountain, when he saw Jiang Yuan coming back, Yuan Ye quickly stood up and shouted not far away:
"The palace master is back!"
A group of saints quickly dispersed, sitting cross-legged on the ground, pretending to be adjusting their breath with their eyes closed.
Little Yaoyao hurriedly put the "Eight-Nine Mysterious Gong Painting Book" into her small schoolbag, took the "Three Hundred Tang Poems" next to it, shook her head and started reading:
"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, and there is frost on the ground."
"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to miss your hometown."
Xiao Zhan, with his head full of black lines, gently took the poetry album from Xiao Yaoyao's hand, straightened it, and said helplessly:
"Yao Yao, what did Uncle Yuan Ye and the others teach you during my absence these days?"
Little Yaoyao smiled, showing two rows of white teeth, "Dad, Yaoyao has been so good these days."
"I learned arithmetic, ancient poetry, and history."
"Oh, Yaoyao even learned history, that's great," Xiao Zhan picked up little Yaoyao and asked with a soft smile:
"Then Yaoyao, tell dad, what historical events do you know?"
Xiao Yaoyao rolled her eyes, thought for a while and said:
"I know that the War Temple was established on the prairie of West Africa five years ago."
"I also know that three years ago, my father led the uncles from the Temple of War to defeat many bearded pirates in the Lebi Sea."
Xiao Zhan's smile twitched, and he turned to glare at Yuan Ye and others.
"Is this the history you teach?"
Yuan Ye and others just giggled and did not answer.
Ou Yanlie, on the other hand, laughed when he saw Xiao Yaoyao.
He rubbed his hands and said with bright eyes:
"Give me a hug?"
Xiao Yaoyao looked at Ou Yanlie, quickly lay in Xiao Zhan's arms, and asked in a low voice:
"Dad, who is this weird uncle?"
Xiao Zhan suddenly laughed.
Ou Yanlie has been in a high temperature environment all year round, and his skin is dark red, which does look strange.
Ou Yanlie was not angry, but grinned and said:
"Uncle can make toys, little Yaoyao, do you want to learn from me?"
"Little girl, I don't have time," Gong Baotian's voice suddenly came from a distance.
Then he saw Gong Baotian's figure drawing closer in an instant, taking Xiao Yaoyao from Xiao Zhan's arms, and said expressionlessly:
"I made an agreement with the little girl yesterday that he will learn Go from me today."
Xiao Zhan was completely speechless, "Senior Gong, why are you joining in the fun?"
