Chapter 116: King Qin Zhaodan, Shenwu Bloodline

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After Lang Shiqi ran out of two corners in the passage, he slowed down, his posture changed to gentle steps, and he landed silently. While advancing, he carefully felt all the strange things that might happen around him.

There are endless mechanisms and formations in this underground palace. Even a three-star fighter, if he encounters some troublesome mechanisms, he may be trapped for a while and cause a lot of noise. Then he will attract those people. , it would be difficult to handle.

But even though he needed to be careful, he still paid some attention. He raised the sword in his right hand and carefully stroked the sword's spine with his left hand. He listened to the friction between his skin and the texture on the sword's spine and felt the coolness. texture.

The sword forged during the reign of Qin Xiaogong Ying Quliang passed through several generations and reached the hands of King Qin Zhaoxiang. At that time, the Qin State had reformed and strengthened, and its national power was booming. This sword had been refined several times.

There are several records about this sword in Lang Qi's family. It is said that when King Qin Zhaoxiang held this sword, the sword's light was as green as blue. With this sword, it illuminated people, and the bones were exposed, and the liver, gallbladder, and heart were clearly visible.

Therefore, this sword is also called the King of Qin Zhaodan Sword.

Later, King Qin Zhaoxiang proclaimed himself emperor, claiming to be the Western Emperor, and regarded the monarch of Qi as the Emperor of the East. However, he encountered setbacks and the military situation was unfavorable. He gave this sword to the famous general Bai Qi who refused to go to war. Bai Qi used it to kill himself, and King Qin Zhaoxiang did not After taking the sword back, its whereabouts are unknown and it has been passed down to this day.

The sword intention of Na Luo's true nature as a flying fairy from the sky is actually quite consistent with the sword of King Qin Zhao Dan. Unfortunately, he does not understand the mystery of this sword at all and only uses this sword as a sharp weapon for cutting iron like mud.

After Lang Shiqi brushed the sword's spine, he waved the sword forward in vain, and green light like spring water shone from the sword's body.

In the dark passage, under this unique light, the surrounding stone walls seem to have a slightly more translucent feel, hazy, mysterious and subtle.

"It is indeed King Qin's Zhaodan Sword. Just bringing this sword back is enough to give me a little more weight in the hearts of those elders, but what's more important is the Eternal Life Fruit of Guxu."

As soon as these thoughts in Lang Shiqi's mind changed, he didn't dare to continue to be distracted.

The gleaming sword was held diagonally in his hand, and the sword light seemed to be able to vaguely illuminate some of the arrangements of mechanisms hidden behind the stone wall.

Whenever those mechanisms were about to be activated, the sword in his hand penetrated the stone wall like cutting through soft tofu, destroying a link in the mechanism.

Although, because he was concerned that those seeking revenge from Luo Bense might still have white jade tokens in their hands that could emit spiritual light sword shadows, after Lang Qi seized the sword, he didn't even bother to take care of his treasure-hunting rat, and hurriedly leave.

But now that he has this sword in hand, his forward efficiency is actually higher than before when he had the treasure-hunting rat.

He could also vaguely sense that he was entering a more dangerous area of ​​the underground palace, and since the Yu Hua Guxu Immortality Fruit was not in the most auspicious place, it must be in a dangerous place.

This risk must be taken.

After zigzagging for several hundred meters, the passage ahead gradually became slightly different from the place we had walked before.

There was only a little dust in the square passages before. Although it could be ventilated, there was no trace of moisture. Overall, under the light, it even looked a little clean and spacious.

In the passages in front of you, you can gradually see some moss scattered on the corners of the walls and on the floor tiles, and the humidity in the air has also increased significantly.

The light of King Qin's Zhao Bing Sword in Lang Qi's hand became a little brighter, and all the sensitive nerves in his heart were tense.

But with the help of these green lights, he quietly walked forward for a certain distance, and he faintly noticed that something was wrong. There seemed to be someone following him behind him.

Lang Shiqi's eyes flickered from side to side. Under the light of the sword, there were no suspicious shadows on either side of the passage except his own shadow.

There was no sound of footsteps behind, and there seemed to be only a very light, swaying feeling in the breeze.

As he stopped, the little breeze had dissipated, and everything returned to calm.

He took a few steps forward, and the swaying breeze followed behind him again.

The tights, as rough as snakeskin, cover all the skin on the body except the head, face and hands. This piece of clothing even has a keener perception than his own skin, and can give him premonitions.

The green sword light in the passage suddenly flashed.

Lang Shiqi completed a spinning slash at extremely fast speed.

There was nothing in the back.

The breeze was also disturbed by the sword energy and broke apart.

A shallow arc-shaped sword light flew to the corner behind and disappeared into the stone wall.

Lang Qi wrinkled his nose and even used his sense of smell, but he couldn't find anything unusual.

He firmly believed that this disturbing feeling was not because he was paranoid, but was definitely a deliberate arrangement in the underground palace.

Moreover, there must be a truly sinister offensive to coordinate with this disturbing effect.

After Lang Shiqi thought for a moment, the light from the sword in his hand disappeared, and the surrounding area fell into darkness.

The eyesight of a three-star fighter is fully capable of seeing without any hindrance in this darkness.

After the sword light disappeared, he realized what was strange about it - it was the light.

Although it would seem to be completely dark for ordinary people in this environment, in fact, without the interference of the sword light, Lang Shiqi could actually detect it.

In this passage, the darkness in different areas is also thicker and lighter, as if "darkness" has become a concrete measurable thing, occupying all the space, but it is divided into lumps and flocs, squeezed between each other. The pressure floats and forms countless different contours.

When someone walks by, the thick and light darkness around you will be slightly disturbed, and the countless grotesque outlines will also stretch and deform.

That feeling was not just that there was one person following me, but that there was a group of people... even just a glance, and countless associations could be emanated from those outlines, a large group that looked like people but not like people at all. Things, tightly wrapped, spy on themselves.

Every step and every movement is linked to these things.

Lang Shiqi stood quietly in this dark and distorted darkness, his face twitching.

He seemed to have touched the source of the strange feeling, which was just some kind of formation effect that affected light and darkness.

Now that the truth has been seen, let alone a warrior with a three-star rating, even an ordinary person with a strong will should be able to suppress their fear and walk through it calmly.

But the fact is that when Lang Qi saw these things clearly, the strange feeling in his heart became more intense. Every nerve was being stimulated. It seemed that there were many absurd and strange shadows in his mind and heart. On the top, hairy hair grows out.

'This is a formation for the Seven Souls! '

Lang Qi found the answer for himself and started moving forward again.

The ancient formation theory also has three major categories. One is to cooperate with organs and use material changes to cause various kinds of damage.

The second is to mobilize the natural vitality to form special effects such as water, fire, gold and wind, restricting breathing, etc., to harm lives.

The third major category is illusion.

The most common illusions are to deceive vision and hearing, and to a further level, even touch, taste, etc. are also deceived, but there is a more subtle level, which is to target the seven souls.

The term "Three Souls and Seven Souls" may even be known to children in the Asia-Pacific region who usually like to read online articles, but if the "Three Souls and Seven Souls" are to be broken down, it is actually a very complicated system.

To put it simply, the seven souls correspond to various functions of the human body, and are the embodiment of various physiological phenomena such as the body’s detoxification function, hunger instinct, sleep regulation, body temperature regulation, excretion control, fainting due to pain, and the sense of time and space.

Illusions that can affect the seven souls will directly disrupt the functions of the human body and induce various changes in instincts.

Among fighters, those with superpowers whose minds are much stronger than their bodies, those who are born with special genes, and those who are descendants of a few Taoist schools, it is easy to say that they can directly suppress their instincts with their minds.

An ancient martial artist like Lang Shiqi, who pays attention to both internal and external training, is equally powerful physically. Qi Po is relatively less susceptible to influence, but once affected, after the instinct is induced, it is not so easy to suppress it. .

He knew clearly that he could not be afraid of these things and should focus on the crises hidden behind these things, but he could not get rid of those distracting thoughts of fear.

He could only force himself forward and try to get through this area.

'Qiu bearded guest, the most knowledgeable master in the Central Plains of the East China Sea during the Sui and Tang Dynasties, but he has always been known for his majestic momentum, and his whole body has the grandeur of Haili. This formation is really not like his style...'

Lang Shiqi moved forward with anxiety and hidden fear, and unknowingly accelerated.

The outline changes in the darkness also became more complex and exaggerated because of his acceleration.

There was an almost huge skull-like grimace, close to the tip of his nose, suddenly taking shape, then pulling away from him, elongating the face like a sharp smile, and finally being thrown away like noodles.

The more horrifying outline occupied Lang Shiqi's senses dizzyingly.

He surpassed, bumped into, and even swung his sword away from these irritable outlines time and time again. His original caution was worn away by himself.

So much so that when the real hidden danger arrived, he barely reacted.

It was also an extremely funny and scary outline. The hands and feet seemed to have just been pulled out of wet dough and were shaking in waves. The outline of the head seemed to be shaped into a square, with wrinkles all over the face, but the nose was pointed and sharp. long.

Lang Shiqi came here quickly and swung his sword mechanically, trying to break up the outline. The hands and feet in the wave suddenly circled around, avoiding the edge of the sword, and slapped him on the waist.

In the thick black and gray darkness, Lang Shiqi was hit horizontally and hit the wall. The cold and cunning force penetrated his tight-fitting combat uniform, causing pain in his waist and almost breaking his bones.

"drink!!"

The King of Qin shined his bold sword, and the green light rose sharply, and he swept it with one sword.

In the green passage, there are countless weird outlines, which are either hidden or visible, and the feeling of horror is not diminished.

The silhouette that hit Lang Shiqi just now clearly dodged away.

A spirit body hidden in that terrifying outline seemed to be wearing an ancient robe, with a few faint beards under its chin. It hurriedly dodged the King of Qin Zhaodan Sword, which could kill ghosts and tear apart souls.

Lang Shiqi pursued forward, and a force hit his wrist from behind.

Another spirit body dressed as a scholar from the Song Dynasty, hidden in those weird outlines, shot with an extremely weird temperament.

Lang Shiqi was full of confusion and distracting thoughts, but after all, he was not strong enough. Once he entered the battle, his consciousness and habit of fighting temporarily took over.

When his wrist was hit by the power of the spirit body, it seemed as if it was really broken. It twisted and shriveled. A section of ten centimeters above and below the wrist was as dry as a crumpled paper. The erosion was resolved with just one fold. The dark spiritual power that came over.

The wrist that had become in this state no longer had the restrictions on normal wrist joint rotation. The sword held tightly in Lang Shiqi's hand twisted the anti-joint and cut towards the back.

The soul that looked like a person from the Song Dynasty was originally somewhat transparent, but the index and middle fingers of his right hand suddenly popped out and became as solid as jade.

The two fingers were bifurcated, like ram's horns, poking at the spine of the sword at the same time. The fingers were cold and hot. The two completely opposite spiritual powers, but both carrying a dark aura, immediately weakened the sword's light.

"Is this the decisive pointer in the Nine Longevity Skills?!"

When Lang Shiqi was surprised, among the real and illusory silhouettes next to him, several more mysterious spiritual bodies came towards him.

He held a sword across his chest, and his body shrank and became flat, like a flattened paper shell. He resisted the attacks of those spiritual bodies and floated against the wall.

The movement of the Song Dynasty spirit body suddenly slowed down.

"One of the nine...nine parts, the body's longevity skill?"

It took action again, and the seal in its hand changed, hitting Lang Shiqi. As if Lang Shiqi, a flat paper shell, suddenly bulged up and was knocked back to its original shape.

But after returning to his original form, Lang Shiqi was unable to dodge, and spiritual lines like vertical branches twisted and unified spread out from the center of his eyebrows.

A bright golden light flashed.

The surrounding spirit bodies all screamed and retreated, and even those absurd and unspeakable outlines seemed to have slowed down.

The distracting thoughts in Lang Shiqi's mind were suddenly suppressed, and he felt as if he had just crawled out of the swamp, and his whole body felt much more relaxed.

The spiritual lines between the eyebrows quickly faded.

The spirit body dressed in the Song Dynasty didn't seem to be hurt like the other spirits. Instead, it became a little more awake under the golden light of the spirit pattern.

"Sure enough, you are a bloodline of the Shenwu family. Who are you?"

"Shenwu Seventeen."

"Did you also find out about the whereabouts of the seeds and enter this underground palace?"

The spirit body with the appearance of an old scholar sighed bitterly, "Our ancestors, under the orders of the First Emperor, went to sea to search for the elixir, and found a tree's emergence seeds and the Guxu longevity fruit. Unfortunately, it was difficult to cultivate, so we had to plan for future generations."

"It's too bad that our Shenwu family hid in the island country. From the Qin and Han Dynasties to the Tang and Song Dynasties, we searched diligently, but only a few were found."

"This man with the beard destroyed the arrangement of our ancestors in the East China Sea and robbed the belongings of our Shenwu family. Hundreds of years later, he actually turned around and plotted to harm us."

Lang Shiqi opened his mouth slightly when he heard it, and thought to himself: It is no longer hundreds of years later, but a thousand years later.

He calmed down and said: "This... ancestor, although the family has gone through several changes, the feathered seeds have been paid attention to again. I don't know how much you know about this place. If we can get the feathered seeds back, maybe the family will It allows you to reshape your body and live another life!”

But the spirit body was not very happy: "Are they those half-finished immortal bloods again, or are they the defective extraneous monsters? Spirit bodies are dark. Even if I am of divine martial blood, how many days can I survive if I am thrown in?"

"No, after the family absorbed the cloning technology, this aspect has already advanced by leaps and bounds. Although the complete Shenwu bloodline cannot be reproduced, it is not difficult to create a body suitable for the ancient spirit body to parasitize."

Lang Shiqi's mind turned quickly, clarifying the situation, and persuaded confidently and eagerly, "In fact, there are several such examples in the family now. Even if you don't believe it for the moment, if I take you back to support you, at least it will be better than It’s better to live underground here.”

The spirit body thought for a moment, and the outline of light and shadow in the distance changed again, and many Yin Qi were approaching. His expression changed and he said: "Okay, I will try together with you."

"The source of this area is Hong Funu's soul-forbidden lamp array. We died in the lamp array, and we were all banned and could not fight back. But you may be able to, I will take you there..."