Daijun Lingqiu has been the subject of many different opinions since ancient times.
The most well-known is that King Wuling of Zhao during the Warring States Period was buried here. His martial arts shocked the world during his lifetime, and he was a descendant of a star who could move clouds, spread rain, and drive rivers to turn the tide.
Over the long years, countless people have come here to look for it, hoping to dig out the tomb and pass it on, but so far they have never come up with anything famous.
Panshan is located in the southwest corner of Lingqiu. It is covered with medicinal herbs all year round and is lush and green. The mountain is not high but has long undulations, like a dragon lying on the earth. In front of the mountain is a long river, green as jade, calm and waveless. It looks like a jade belt surrounding the entire mountain in the center, hence its name.
"There are rumors that this river did not evolve naturally in the past, but was created by a master of the Jingmuyan sequence who slapped it with his palm. Looking down from the top of the mountain, you can find that this river is shaped like a palm print."
By the river, two figures came riding on the wind, walking on the leaves slowly falling, their robes wrinkle-free and dust-free, relaxed and freehand; one of the red-robed monks looked at the jade belt in front of him and spoke quietly, mentioning a magical sequence .
Different from ordinary Jianghu people, he was born in the first-class sect Yingjiang Temple and defected to join the Blood River sect. He is naturally well-informed and knows many secrets.
The sequence of Jiang Jun, the Lord of Sichuan, is Jing Muyan... Xiang Ji has checked the records of the supernatural power sequence of the county government, and naturally knows that this sequence is responsible for the dark sky, ponds and wells, bridges, rivers and lakes, and the fish, dragon, and clan.
If someone with this magical power could create such a long river, it would indeed not be difficult.
Looking at Xue Toutuo with a thoughtful look on his face, Xiang Ji suddenly said, "I once heard that the Yin soldier who borrowed the path told you the ghost golden sheep and the unfinished words. Monk, you just want to follow that sequence and want to hold a ceremony." ?”
Ghost Golden Sheep: in charge of the world's gold, jade, treasures, disasters, curses, poisons, and supervising evil; the entry-level position is - poisonous hands and impermanence.
In fact, combined with the functions, this name should be separated into two parts: Poisonous Hand and Impermanence, and the latter corresponds to Xuetou Tuo's act of rebelling against his family and surrendering to the enemy. He was completing the ritual, but obviously he did not succeed. Not only did his strength not reach the third level , there are still unknown steps that have not been completed.
"Yes, and I also know that the sequence you are going to take is Kui Mulang. It is not easy to complete the ten-step martial arts ritual. Killing a hundred people in ten steps and casting martial arts scriptures with your own efforts." Xuetutuo did not mean to deny it and nodded directly. Admitted, and also judged Xiang Ji's superior sequence.
A ten-step warrior, the master of sword fighting, needs to kill hundreds of people!
For a moment, the two fell into silence, until more and more pedestrians gathered around them, breaking the silence.
"I think that although the terrain of Lingqiu is dangerous, the mountains grow good medicine, minerals are hidden, and there are many fields. It has always been a place in demand by military strategists. Many local powerful and aristocratic families are willing to win over us. The Qiudao Sect is backed by the Zhao family of Daijun. The same sect as the Tianshui Zhao family, the Qishan sect and the side branch of the Boling Cui family, they are both the first-rate forces in this county or the neighboring county."
"In this Panshan sword discussion, I wonder who is better, the Qiudao Sect or the Ganshan Sect? I heard that the disciples of the two sect masters have practiced martial arts for many years and have achieved a level of martial arts. It seems to be a battle between dragons and tigers."
When there are more people, topics will arise. What people in the world like to talk about most are martial arts masters, the inheritance of major families, and sometimes even the treasures of the family, which real people may not know clearly.
Soon, someone talked about the upcoming Panshan Sword Discussion, and that was why they came.
Xiang Ji had nothing to do, so he listened carefully and found out that there were two third-rate sects living on the winding mountain, namely Qiudao Sect, which was famous for its sword skills, and Ganshan Sect, which conquered the world with whip skills.
A hundred years ago, the founders of the two sects excavated an underground palace near Panshan Mountain when they were traveling together. It contained not only armor, but also two martial arts books and a secret book on special blood sacrificial artifacts. The uneven distribution of benefits led to quarrels and even almost turning them into enemies. In the end, under the enlightenment of a passing Taoist priest, they woke up in time, stopped fighting and repaired, and divided the treasure equally. They each chose the martial arts of sword and whip, creating two major sects in the future, and they also had their own secrets on the final blood sacrifice. According to the arrangement, there will be a competition every three years, limited to three people. The sect master, elders and disciples will compete separately. Two out of three games will be won. The winner will be able to understand the secret book, practice and keep it until the next competition.
There are even rumors circulating that the underground palace is related to the legendary tomb of King Zhao Wuling. Otherwise, the Cui family and the Zhao family would not pay attention to these two third-rate sects and deliberately become their backers.
"The Boling Cui family branch and the Daijun Zhao family are not simple people. According to official records, these two families are forces that control some magical sequences." Xiang Ji thought about it while listening. What happened to Panshanhu when he returned here? for what?
Now that he has been polluted by the obsession of Yin soldiers, is there any attraction for him in the underground palace?
"Have you heard that there is a new young master in the nearby Jizhou recently, and he has directly entered the top 100 of the Dragon and Tiger Rankings! He is from a princely family, named Liu Kang."
"It is rumored that this person is at the top of the Dragon and Tiger Rankings. He rarely fights against others, but he has a record of killing martial arts masters in three levels and defeating four levels. It seems that he has already undergone a sequence ceremony and has become an initiate of magical powers; Moreover, his swordsmanship is extremely extraordinary, and he has developed an inner strength of thunder attribute, which allows him to mobilize the power of thunder for his own use."
Suddenly, a conversation caught Xiang Ji's attention. They were two men wearing luxurious clothes. Their clothes were engraved with the marks of the Cui family and the Zhao family. They were obviously members of two second-rate families.
What they mentioned, Liu Kang, who practiced the thunder sword method, also caused Xuetuduo to frown slightly.
"Liu Kang? I think it's Xiang Kang. This way, he is probably a descendant of Taohou's lineage, a descendant of the Overlord who was secretly cultivated by them, huh!"
Xiang Ji snorted in his heart and looked slightly cold. Sooner or later, he would have to settle things with those guys. Since they wanted a descendant of the Overlord to appear so much, then let them fulfill it. But appearing on the opposite side was not something they could do. It's reversed.
Uh-huh!
As soon as he thought this, he was too lazy to listen any more. He leaped forward with just one step, crossing nine steps in a row in the long river flow. Every step created ripples. When the wind blew, the person had already appeared on the other side of the river.
Xue Toutuo's eyes flickered slightly, but he still followed.
After crossing the river for three miles, I saw the foot of the mountain was towering, with clusters of strange rocks and clusters of sharp peaks.
Not far away, people from all walks of life were walking together in twos and threes. There were thatched huts built on the mountain road for people to rest. Some warriors were waiting here. From time to time, low voices were heard, and they met acquaintances, chatting and laughing.
"Why is there a spiritual power wrapped around that person, and he didn't cultivate it himself?"
Suddenly, Xiang Ji's figure fell down, but his eyes were directly fixed on a man with fair skin and white clothes in a brocade robe in the thatched cottage. He felt a vague layer of spiritual power outside his body, which was somewhat familiar.
Could it be...Suddenly, his heart was shaken, and he remembered where that familiar spiritual power had appeared.
Zhuojiang!
"The smell of blood, that man has suffered internal injuries." Xue Toutuo also came, and he was keenly aware of the fair man's injuries as soon as he set foot.
He practices the Blood River sect's martial arts and is most sensitive to blood. He has even practiced this sect's martial arts to such a high level that he can control the blood in the human body, which is weird and difficult to prevent.
At this moment, the fair man was observing the surroundings vigilantly, as if he was on guard against something. From time to time he put his hands into his clothes and groped around, with a slightly painful look on his face.
boom!
At this time, a strong wind suddenly appeared, and the roof collapsed, the thatch fell, and the smoke was misty. A figure fell from the sky and directly grabbed the fair man's neck.
"who!"
There were people around him who were alerted and immediately gathered around him. Some of them were even more reckless and had already drawn their weapons.
Bang!
There was only a crisp sound, and the fair man's neck was violently twisted. The body fell directly to the ground, and the things hidden in the clothes were also taken away.
Vendetta? Everyone was shocked and stopped one after another. Since the other party had no intention of hurting innocent people, there was no need for them to meddle in other people's business. Jianghu is a place for beheading at the market, not a temple for doing good deeds.
Uh-huh! The shooter didn't end the action there. As he raised his hand to make a false grab, a burst of black energy rushed out from the fair man's eyebrows. Then he kicked his feet and flew straight into the sky. As fast as lightning, he flew up from the big hole. Ten feet high in the sky, there is even more dark energy in the whole body, pushing outwards and riding on the wind.
And these dark energies never dissipated, they just spread like wind and frost rolling over the ground, invisibly affecting the area around the thatched cottage, making some Jianghu people shake their heads in confusion, only to feel that all kinds of evil thoughts and desires in their hearts were being provoked, and they could not endure it. He can't help but do extreme things.
This change happened in the blink of an eye. Even Xue Toutuo had a look of confusion on his face and was unable to make a move.
Vaguely, Xiang Ji saw his face clearly. He was a middle-aged man wearing a tiger skin waistcoat and black robe, with a ghostly aura all over his body.
This man's face was white and beardless, and his white hair was twinkling with black light. Especially his eyes, which looked like they were carved from amethyst. What was even weirder was that he looked back at Xiang Ji, obviously recognizing him.
He is the first of the three tigers in the Panshan Mountain!
The dead people who were invaded by the Yin soldiers?
"The Yin soldiers seize the body, and the obsession is reborn! He is indeed here!" Xiang Ji directly touched the black wooden box inside the cloak with one hand. A gleam of cold white light flashed, and he immediately pulled out the sword from its sheath. The sharp weapon of Xunmei Knife suddenly became sharp. Let the person behind him react.
"Where to go!"
In the strange black mist, Xue Toutuo was also affected. He rushed to catch up impulsively, his fingers suddenly turned bright red, and he suddenly threw out a row of poisonous needles and flew away through the air, and his body fell into the mountain stream immediately after. Hold on tight.
Are you more reckless than me for getting fucked like this? Xiang Ji frowned slightly. The other party somehow had the power of a three-pass martial artist. Maybe his obsession was really related to the drunken monk's fight.
But hundreds of years have passed, can the spiritual power left behind be reappeared in a living person?
If this is the case, then we have to wonder whether those famous figures in history are really 'resting in peace'.
"That's all, let me search this person first to see if there are any clues."
After a while, Xiang Ji came to the body of the fair-skinned man with a knife. After observing with his mental power to make sure that there was no danger, he cut open the man's robe with the tip of the knife and reached out to rummage through it.
It was only then that he discovered that there was a deep knife mark on the chest of the man in white, which was left by the release of energy. It also had a connotation of "autumn chill", which was very unusual.
"Is this...a waist card? There is also a...Eight Secret Maps of Joy filled with poisonous powder. What is this?"
After groping for a long time, Xiang Ji got his hands on the poisonous powder, and even the three-inch-thick leather armor membrane was corroded by two inches. Finally, it was separated and blown away by the mental power. Outside the carved waistband, there was a booklet containing eight pictures of men and women, which left him speechless.
Fortunately, Xue Toutuo didn't see it... He put away the booklet silently. It not only contained a picture of the 'Blending of Yin and Yang', but also recorded some secret methods of blood collection, such as heart blood, heavenly blood, eyebrow blood, etc. , useful for the ceremony of advancing to the ten-step martial arts.
According to county government records, to complete this ritual for Kuimulang's entry into the profession, one needs to kill a hundred people within ten steps, take out their blood, bathe it in a large cauldron, cut off their heads and place them around the cauldron. Around the tripod, each head lights an incense candle in its mouth as a sacrifice to worship itself.
This is an ancient sacrificial ceremony, full of primitiveness and blood. It involves spiritual power, resentment, and even vitality and other mysterious and mysterious things. Even he himself seems to not understand it, and he is just copying the gourd.
Thump thump thump!
At this moment, several figures hurriedly came from the mountain road. Some of them were in messy clothes and stained with blood, and some had purple faces and angry expressions. But without exception, they all came down the mountain with weapons in hand and pointed directly. Gou stared at Xiang Ji next to the thatched cottage and the corpse under him.
When they entered the area of the thatched cottage, the invisible black energy began to cause chaos again, affecting them. Their thoughts became hazy and their actions went to extremes. The faces of those who were originally prepared to ask suddenly turned dark and looked gloomy.
The first ones were still a little hesitant, but when they saw his powder-stained palms and tokens, they immediately gathered around in anger, "Are you an accomplice of the Huanxi Cult? You may have the stolen secret book!"
"What nonsense are you talking to him about? The scripture thief was already on the verge of death after being hit by the sect master's powerful blow. Of course it is normal to bring him here and pass it on to his accomplices. Otherwise, could it be a chance encounter? What if there really is such a coincidence? It’s better to believe that you can get the treasure by falling off the cliff!”
"He has the Red Dust Poison Powder and waist card of the Huanxi Sect in his hand. Who else could it be if he wasn't him? Those poisonous powders are not something ordinary people can touch. They will corrode flesh and blood and soften bones and muscles. Only people from the same sect have the medicine to resolve them!"
Amidst the chattering noise, they had already surrounded Xiang Ji and explained the reason.
The man in white who was killed by Panshan Tiger before was actually a disciple of Huanxi Sect, a cult near Lingqiu. He somehow managed to take advantage of the county magistrate's visit to Qiudao Sect and Ganshan Sect to meet with the two sect leaders and leave the important place. He came to steal secret books. After a big battle, the leader of the Huanxi Sect and the messenger in white were separated, leading to the current scene.
Between the disciples of the two sects, the leading middle-aged man also walked out with a solemn expression and the blood of giant spirits flowing in his body. He was obviously also a martial artist. He immediately attracted the people around him to reveal his identity, "He is the elder Qin who chases mountains and rivers." ! The third person in charge of the Shan Sect!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes immediately gathered, chasing after mountains and rivers. He was also quite famous among the Lingqiu generation. He was a true Erguan martial artist with a real record of success.
It's a pity that although he has a little reputation, he has no chance to practice spiritual martial arts. He is affected by the residual power of this place without knowing it. His actions become more extreme and his thoughts become conceited.
At this moment, Elder Tan also walked over with the air of a master, holding his hands behind his head and raising his head. He glanced at Xiang Ji and said, "Young man, don't go astray. Hand over the secret book and follow me up the mountain. Everything is still there." An opportunity for redemption.
If I take action, there will be no mercy and there will be blood. "
“I also said this to others a long time ago.
But unfortunately, it doesn't apply to me. "
Xiang Ji sighed quietly, and the Xumei Knife in his hand suddenly vibrated, making a long groan with a clanking sound, and spitting out a foot of dark sharp edge.
Hooray!
The cold wind blew against my face, as if I were in a glacier and cold forest. Several disciples of the two sects around me shivered, and their original extreme thoughts under the influence of the strange force also recovered in an instant.
"It's not night yet, why is it so cold?"
"No, the cold air came from the knife, and it was this person who triggered it!"
Then, they found that the surroundings suddenly became colder, and even gradually deepened. Some people began to tremble and had goosebumps all over their bodies.
The strange thing is that the sun is still shining brightly in the sky, and the people around are not showing signs of coldness. Only the surrounding area within a foot away has undergone such strange changes, showing that the invisible, the spirit feeds back to the body, creating incredible things. Wonderful sight.
This, this is... The leading elder stared carefully at the dark blade light, his whole person fell into a daze, his spirit and will were affected, he only felt the coldness, not like the coldness of this winter, but a kind of as if A chill that can deeply freeze a person's soul.
puff!
The next moment, he bit the tip of his tongue violently, and a drop of blood appeared in his mouth. He suddenly woke up from the influence of the outside world. He really saw blood, but his expression was extremely solemn, even horrified.
Edge!
The edge of the sword!
Who is this? Who has reached the top spot on the Dragon and Tiger list?
etc! Wearing a green robe and a large cloak, a black outfit, a black wooden box on his back, and carrying a sharp weapon, a long knife and a sharp edge, this... is this?
The earth-shaking Kun Chushan River!
After recognizing the identity of the person, the elder froze on the spot. A chill rose directly from the soles of his feet and swept through his whole body in an instant.
At this time, no matter how much influence the black mist had, it could not take effect. A stronger will replaced it, a knife that was like a thunderbolt flying across the sky, and a Kun that turned the river upside down.
Elder, what's wrong?
Several disciples were puzzled for a while. How could a dignified martial arts master from the Second Pass look so embarrassed when looking at a sword?
Are there flowers growing on this knife or is it because of money?
Kick, kick, kick!
The next moment, Elder Qin, who was said to be chasing mountains and plundering rivers, turned pale. He was shocked by the sharpness and mental power and took five or six steps back. Finally, he sat down on the ground and hesitated, his voice trembling:
"Wrong! Wrong!
Not the Huanxi Cult, let alone a connector.
He is, he is...the top one in the list of one hundred and eight dragons and tigers, an earth-shattering figure! "
The Kuaijiang madman who was both in the second level, but killed three martial arts masters in a row.
Zhuojiang Dragon and Tiger, a world-shaking success!
