Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 213 Endless Snowfall in Chang'an!

The confident words reached Li Shimin's ears, making him feel the immense confidence within them.

Although I can't figure out how to face a group of top-level experts.

But knowing Zhou Yi's personality, he couldn't help but become curious and stopped trying to persuade him.

Li Shimin, remembering matters at home, immediately changed the subject:

“My father once spoke with me alone after the New Year to discuss drafting a document to make the Prince of Dai follow the example of the Prince of Yue in the Eastern Capital, so that Chang’an could be submitted to the new dynasty in a peaceful manner.”

Zhou Yi nodded to himself; this was more in line with Li Yuan's personality.

Continuing to hold out or siding with the Turks would be tantamount to cutting off one's own escape route.

However, Erfeng's expression clearly indicated that she hadn't finished speaking: "What happened?"

Li Shimin shook his head as he pondered:
“My father changed his mind and has been delaying. I sensed something was wrong. He seemed to be under duress and in a difficult situation, but I couldn’t resolve it, so I didn’t dare to alert him. I’ll wait until Brother Zhou has retrieved the relic and comes to my house. Once he sees you, he will have no more reservations, and the truth will surely come out. Then there will be no need for war in Chang’an.”

He glanced to the north:
"If the Turkic army wants to move south, we can take advantage of Chang'an to fight our way to the northern desert, pacify Liang and Western Qin, and then destroy Liu Wuzhou and Liang Shidu, and the world will be at peace."

Turning to Zhou Yi, he said with a confident expression:

"I can't handle martial arts grandmasters, but I'm quite confident in dealing with them."

"General Tian Ce's words are too modest," Zhou Yi thought for a moment.

In my memory, Jieli and Tuli led an army of 200,000 to the north bank of the Wei River, their banners fluttering for dozens of miles. The capital city was sparsely defended, Chang'an was placed under martial law, and the people were filled with fear. However, Erfeng devised a feint, leading six riders to the Turkic army and condemning them for violating the alliance.

In the end, it was Jieli who backed down.

So they lowered their flags and stopped beating the drums, killed the white horse, and made the Wei River Alliance.

Upon considering this, and taking into account the current situation, Zhou Yi couldn't think of any chance of victory for Jieli.

These Turks were skilled at horseback raiding, not at conquering cities and seizing territory, especially with the magnificent walls of Chang'an to contend with.

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Brother Li, please prepare a small feast and wait for my arrival."

Li Shimin cupped his hands in a gesture of utmost solemnity: "We await your arrival."

Li Xiuning, Du Ruhui, Yuchi Jingde, Pang Yu and others also bowed and greeted each other. Chai Shao, who had just opened his eyes and was still lying down, also followed Li Shimin and clasped his hands in a lying position.

Chai Shao wanted to express his gratitude for being saved, but under the hazy moonlight, the figure in white turned around, walked away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After a moment of distraction, everyone went to check on Chai Shao's injuries.

Of all those present, only Yuchi Jingde remained calm.

Du Ruhui marveled:
"The fatal wound was reversed and repaired in a short time, which can be described as a miracle of bringing the dead back to life and healing the bones. Young Master Chai is a blessed man. If it weren't for the Celestial Master's ability, we would have been unable to help."

“I’m afraid it’s not as simple as just being unable to help,” Pang Yu kicked Yan Li’s corpse. “Yan Li has become so unfamiliar, as have these disciples of the Demon Spear.”

His signature move, the Mistake of the Void, was just exposed by a spear.

Does this feel familiar?

"Yes, it seems similar to the Pegasus Ranch. Their transformation is strikingly similar to that of the bandit leader among the Four Great Bandits, only they are more difficult to deal with."

"Yes, that's them!"

"..."

The group discussed it amongst themselves, but couldn't come up with an answer.

Li Shimin frowned and glanced in the direction the demon spear had fled. Yan Pingzhao hadn't been driven away by them, but rather frightened by the situation here.

The other party's purpose is truly unfathomable.

"Pretend this never happened, and don't mention it when you get back."

Li Shimin gave a word of advice.

"Yes!"

The group agreed and began to gather the wounded while waiting for Chai Shao to use his internal energy to recover.

By the time they returned to Chang'an, it was already late at night.

Unexpectedly, as they approached the moat, Li Shimin, with his exceptional eyesight, spotted a corpse floating in the river.

He turned his head, and everyone noticed.

With Erfeng's instruction, Yuchi Jingde flicked his whip to lift the corpse. The moment he pulled back the whip, he felt that the seemingly tall corpse was light and weightless.

Perhaps he has been dead for many days.

The group suddenly saw a dead body, but out of caution, they examined it and didn't expect to find anything.

But when Yuchi Jingde turned the body over and removed his mask, everyone in the Li clan felt a chill run down their spines.

Li Xiuning was taken aback: "Uncle!"

She took a closer look and it was indeed good.

It was none other than Li Shentong, a famous expert from the Li clan and Li Yuan's cousin!
However, Li Shentong's face shrunk, and although he looked large, it was only because his clothes were stretched open by the water.

Li Shimin squeezed Li Shentong's arm and felt as if he were holding a dry bone, devoid of any flesh.

Before they could react, Pang Yu shouted, "Look!"

There was also a black-clad corpse on the river.

Before it could drift down, Yuchi Jingde rushed upstream and pulled it back with a whip.

He skillfully removed his mask, intensifying the ominous premonition in everyone's hearts.

His face was similar to Li Shentong's, both appearing gaunt. Upon closer inspection, they discovered that his ears were unusually large, and there was a conspicuous blue birthmark behind his right ear.

"How could it be him!"

“Yan Pingzhao, the Demon Spear!” Yuchi Jingde was also shocked. He checked again and found no mistake. “He was fighting with us just now. How could he be dead and have turned into this strange appearance?”

The sudden appearance of the corpses of the two masters, Li Shentong and Yan Pingzhao, filled them with immense unease.

Chai Shao said:

"Shimin, Xiuning, my injuries are serious. Please come with me to the Chai residence first."

Du Ruhui said, "Second Young Master, why don't you go with Young Master Chai first? We can make a decision after we've seen the situation at Yuema Bridge tomorrow."

It is obvious that the Li residence is in great danger at this moment.

Many thoughts flashed through Li Shimin's mind before he finally nodded.

They carried the body and discreetly made their way to the Chai residence.

That night, perhaps because too many powerful figures from the martial arts world had gathered in Chang'an, the sounds of fighting and killing could be heard from time to time.

When the rooster crowed and it was broad daylight, the sounds of fighting and strife fell silent again, as if the battle had never happened.

The dark clouds that had gathered overnight spread across the sky, making Chang'an seem as if it had been placed inside a giant gray pottery urn.

The clouds rose from between the mountains and valleys, gradually encroaching and expanding until they covered the main thoroughfare of Zhuque, the streets and alleys, as if they might come into contact with the magnificent wall at any moment.

Yesterday, the three grandmasters clashed at Yue Ma Bridge, and this time even more people have gathered.

The noise from both sides of the Yong'an Canal seemed capable of creating a hole in the thick clouds in the sky.

As the hour approached, the Yaojing Teahouse, located on the south side of the bridge, attracted many eyes, much like a black hole.

It was simply because the two people sitting by the window were too special.

"Brother Song, please have some tea."

Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi, standing behind Song Que, raised their eyes upon hearing the voice and looked at the old man opposite them, who had a long beard and an elegant, simple face.

The two of them naturally knew the old man's identity.

Song Que stroked the cup and said with a smile, "Ning Sanren is in high spirits. I'm afraid he'll stay here for many days."

“Brother Song, why make fun of me?” Ning Daoqi stroked his beard lightly. “I am just an ordinary person who is obsessed with martial arts.”

Song Que calmly said, "Since a recluse has already attained purity and emptiness, and is pursuing a state of carefree inaction, why be so attached to this?"

This is a questioning of his "Nanhua Jing".

Ning Sanren smiled slightly, showing no anger whatsoever; he could sense Song Que's fighting spirit.

This Heavenly Blade was fine staying in Lingnan, but once it was unsheathed, its sharpness was revealed in such a way.

"It's not that I'm stubborn, but I understand that my talent is limited. If I hadn't witnessed the void shatter last time, I would have already let go and spent the last moments of my life appreciating the scenery."

Anyone who hears his voice can feel its sincerity.

Ning Sanren was like a wisp of air; no matter how he threw a punch, he felt no force.

Song Que nodded slightly; Ning Sanren's words resonated with him.

So, following a line of sight to the side, my gaze fell upon a naturally beautiful nun.

Fan Qinghui looked at Song Que quietly, while Song Que gazed at Fan Qinghui.

Behind Cihang Zhaizhu, Shi Feixuan watched the two, wondering, 'Could Master have grasped the flaws in the Earthly Nun's cultivation method?'

She knew that the two were old lovers and had a past relationship.

That silent eye contact seemed to be conveying something.

At another table not far away, the Evil King and the Queen of Yin both wore amused smiles, as if they were watching a show. It would be even more interesting if the Martial Arts Judge were invited here.

Wanwan stayed by Empress Yin's side, and apart from occasionally glancing outside, her gaze was mostly focused on Shi Feixuan.

Inside the teahouse, only a fat man wearing a turban and a gray robe seemed uneasy.

Because he was the owner of the teahouse.

Thanks to the teahouse's proximity to Yuema Bridge, it attracted many influential figures who dared not offend it to drink tea there.

The second floor should have been bustling with noise.

When these important figures appeared, all the martial arts masters dared only watch from afar.

If they start fighting, the teahouse will surely be reduced to ruins.

"Why don't we have some tea together, Qinghui?"

Song Que's words caused a slight change in Fan Qinghui's expression.

The person is still the same, but times have changed and their mindset is completely different.

The familiar voice carried an unsettling sense of alienation.

This was completely different from the feeling I had when I met the Martial Arts Judge. The Heavenly Blade was still sharper, cutting more decisively than the Cihang Sword Qi.

The owner of the Buddhist temple is a devout Buddhist and naturally a master of the tea ceremony.

But after hearing Song Que's words, she no longer had the heart to pour him tea.

Fan Qinghui glanced at Song Que and said softly, "Brother Song, you've changed a lot."

"Yes."

“Actually, it’s quite simple,” Song Que said with a hint of reminiscence, “because I finally figured out what I was lacking.”

His slightly weathered tone, coupled with his handsome appearance, neatly trimmed beard, and chin tilted at a 45-degree angle, made it impossible for Fan Qinghui to look away.

Especially his way of speaking.
Back then, Tian Dao was similar to the judge of the martial arts world. He was extremely accommodating to her and rarely objected. He would never be able to remain calm after seeing her.

The running under the setting sun, the heartwarming smile of Tian Dao, all vanished like passing clouds.

Now, he is nothing more than a cold, lifeless weapon.

Her Cihang Sword Technique, which she had mastered, had no flaws against such a weapon.

Fan Qinghui remained calm and nodded slightly, saying, "Then congratulations, Brother Song."

Song Yuzhi and Song Shidao watched the whole thing without saying a word.

Ning Sanren sat between them, glancing to the left and right. When he raised his cup to drink tea, his eyes were filled with a smile.

This old couple is even more interesting than the old couple behind him.

Upon meeting at this moment, in that silent moment, one was using the Compassionate Sword Technique, and the other was using the Heavenly Blade, each slaying their beloved.

It seems that the Heavenly Blade is still sharper.

Song Que calmly looked at Fan Qinghui and asked a very pointed question: "I have heard that the two holy lands are pursuing the Mandate of Heaven. Have they found the Mandate of Heaven now? Are you here for the relics, or to target the Celestial Master?"

His gaze flew to the several old women carrying swords behind Fan Qinghui.

These people all came from the Qinling Mountains.

Song Que was testing their attitudes toward Ning Daoqi.

Fan Qinghui felt a sharp pain in her heart, but she couldn't express her suffering.

Even Liaokong of Jingnian Temple gave up.

She sighed inwardly, concealing the helplessness in her eyes: "So-called destiny is no longer bound by anything. My purpose in coming here is the same as most of my fellow martial artists; it is not aimed at anyone in particular."

Ning Daoqi looked relaxed and didn't care about the matter at all. He had already fulfilled his promise and was now free to do as he pleased.

Instead of answering, he asked, "Brother Song, are the changes in you caused by the Celestial Master?"

"Yes."

"We fought a battle in Lingnan and had a very pleasant conversation."

As expected, Fan Qinghui thought to herself, glancing at the teacup in Song Que's hand, unaware that her obedient disciple was looking out with expectant eyes.

"It's a pity that I, Ning, have always longed to witness your sword duel, but have never had the chance to do so."

Song Que replied, "Actually, I really want to see the freehand eight-pounce technique of the freehand people."

Ning Daoqi stroked his beard and smiled. He didn't want to fight Song Que at the moment, so he was about to politely decline when suddenly his eyebrows twitched and he felt a cool breeze on his face.

Not only him, but all the experts present noticed something was wrong.

Several elderly women carrying swords who were meditating in Cihang Jingzhai opened their eyes, and Yin Hou Xie Wang emerged from the teahouse as two phantoms.

On the Yuema Bridge, Wu Zun stood with his hands behind his back, looking downstream at the Yong'an Canal.

A sudden uproar erupted.

Numerous martial arts masters emerged, while members of the Longxi School and the Yellow River Gang could only watch from afar, unable to occupy a central position.

Qiu Wensheng, the leader of the Guanzhong Sword Sect, jumped from the weapons shop run by his subordinates onto the roof. Not far from him was a person with a perfect figure and an unusual appearance.

As fellow swordsmen, Qiu Wensheng naturally felt suppressed upon seeing the Sword Master.

After all, from the moment he began practicing swordsmanship, his opponent had been an unattainable mountain.

now
Fu Cailin's gaze met his at a point on the Yong'an Canal.

This point is moving forward continuously as the small boat moves.

The wind picked up, like an invisible hand stirring the willows on the canal bank, their supple branches dancing in the wind.

The cloth banners hanging under the eaves of the taverns on both sides of the river were also pulled, making a soft rustling sound.

A muffled rumble of thunder rolled faintly from the depths of the dark clouds, as if a drum had been struck in the far distance, yet the vibration penetrated the thick cloud barrier and fell heavily into one's heart.

The small boat went upstream, and the boatman could not be seen rowing.

At the bow of the ship stood a handsome young man in white, his clothes fluttering and his hair flying. A faint smile played on his exceptionally handsome face as he ignored the gazes of the group of experts, revealing a refined, unconventional, and gentle charm.

Anyone who comes to Yuema Bridge to join the fun must know who's there!

Many people peered into the water.

If the Yong'an Canal hadn't been crystal clear, they would have even suspected that someone was pushing the boat from below, otherwise how could they have gone against the current?
Many of the old monks who had closed their eyes not only opened them but also ended their meditation posture.

All the top masters looked on with their eyes fixed on it.

Fu Cailin dodged past his three disciples and stepped onto the Yue Ma Bridge.

Following closely behind Bi Xuan, Tuoba Yu and Chunyu Wei, under their master's orders, retreated from the bridge, which was wide enough for four carriages to travel abreast.

They looked at the young man on the small boat.

I felt a sense of unease.

The once bustling banks of the Yong'an Canal fell eerily quiet. Just then, a loud voice broke the silence.

"Celestial Master, you've finally shown yourself."

The voice came from Wu Zun.

So, you were waiting for me?

This was the Central Plains, and there were many experts around him who were no less skilled than him, so Bi Xuan's words did not make him seem arrogant:
"All the masters in the world are waiting for you."

“You all are very enthusiastic,” Zhou Yi said, looking at the Yue Ma Bridge, his voice carrying to everyone around him, “But who are you?”

This is tantamount to asking a question one already knows the answer to.

As Bi Xuan spoke, his body radiated an aura of intense heat.

Only the Martial Venerable could master this extraordinary skill to such a degree.

Bi Xuan's cold gaze was filled with fighting spirit.

In response to Zhou Yi, a violent, blazing wind blew wildly from Bi Xuan's body.

His extraordinary skill of blazing the sun caused the surrounding space to become scorching hot and boiling, expanding rapidly. This hot wind gave people a strange feeling as if they were in the dog days of summer.

However.
As Bi Xuan expanded the territory of Yanyang, a chilling cold spread along the Yong'an Canal at an even faster pace.

"Click click click~!"

Visible ice floes climbed up the Yong'an Canal, covering an area far beyond the Yanyang region, freezing the river surface!

Many people were stunned when they saw this scene.

Even more strangely, the small boat continued its journey, breaking through the ice.

Martial Venerable frowned and increased his power, but the more he exerted it, the more his domain was compressed. For every bit of power he exerted, it seemed like his opponent exerted three times as much. As a result, those who were close to the canal and whose internal energy was not profound enough began to tremble.

The chill intensified, shooting high into the sky.

Suddenly, the thick ink in the sky churned up, as if a hole had been torn open, and endless white hail poured down from the sky.

At first, a few scattered droplets hit the face with a cool sensation, and people wondered if it was willow catkins hitting their faces.

Suddenly it became as dense as scattering salt, then it turned into a flurry of goose feathers, falling heavily and pressing down on the city.

"My God!!"

Kou Zhong, who had just run out of the tavern, couldn't help but yell, "It's snowing!"

Xu Ziling was also stunned.

They reached out to catch the snowflakes and then rubbed them on the back of Ba Feng Han's neck, which represented fate, as if to calm him down.

Ba Feng Han gazed at this miracle, looking up at the sky, feeling its vastness and profundity, which seemed unbearable.

Extend your palm and make the same gesture.

This spring snow, devoid of any warmth, brings only biting cold that seeps straight through brocade quilts and silk robes.

The people of Jianghu living on both sides of the river were caught off guard, and in an instant their temples turned gray and their shoulders were covered with shavings.

He reached out to catch it, and the six ice crystals instantly melted in his palm. A sharp chill pierced his bones, sending a shiver down his spine.

Only then did I realize that ice and snow were quite different, containing immense power.

It is using a mortal body to drive the endless changes of heaven and earth.

Unwilling to admit defeat, the Martial Venerable continued to unleash the Blazing Sun Technique, and people could feel the terrifying power contained within his robust body.

The water in the Yong'an Canal is constantly evaporated, turning into a vast expanse of water vapor.

In the blink of an eye, the moisture was swept up into the sky by the wind.

Then it turned into snow.

Zhou Yi stopped his boat on the Yong'an Canal and quietly watched Wu Zun.

The more the Martial Venerable's Blazing Sun Domain expanded, the heavier the snow fell. He was secretly alarmed, realizing that his opponent had found a way to break through his technique.

But
I also wanted to see how long this person could hold out.

On the bluestone slabs at the bridgehead, the snow gradually thickened, quietly erasing the tracks and footprints of passing vehicles.

The willows by the bridge, whose tender buds had just begun to sprout, now had branches and twigs as white as jade, resembling ice sculptures.

Among the crowd, the calmest one, Yuchi Jingde, was patting the snow off Li Er's shoulder.

Du Ruhui looked up at the sky, unsure of what to say.

A branch beside him, unable to bear the weight, rustled and shed its icy leaves; the slight noise startled him awake.

He murmured, "Celestial Master... has he become an immortal?"

Yuchi Jingde patted Du Ruhui's shoulder and said, "Is that even a question? If someone can bring the dead back to life, they're no longer an ordinary person."

Empress Zhangsun glanced at Li Shimin and noticed that in addition to longing, her husband's eyes also held a hint of awe.

As the snow deepened, the long street grew quieter, and the world was woven together by this sudden, dense white blanket.

In the late March of the first year of the Open Source Era, heavy snow fell in Chang'an.

This spring snow was not a lingering winter snow, but rather a reversal of the chilling cold, yet it made every vibrant heartbeat on the Yuema Bridge beat even more intensely.

Bi Xuan stopped, put away his Blazing Sun Technique, and let the snowflakes fall on his head.

Having weathered over ninety years of trials and tribulations, he still retains his youthful appearance, but his once jet-black hair is now white with snow.

In his eyes, the white clothes of the man on the Yong'an Canal seemed to blend into the surrounding white, giving him immense pressure.

At this moment, the invincible and world-renowned Martial Venerable of the Northern Desert, whose martial will never took any opponent seriously, finally showed cracks.

Zhou Yi asked again, "Who are you?"

The Martial Venerable withdrew his Blazing Sun Domain and naturally responded with words: "Bi Xuan."

“So it’s Martial Venerable, no wonder you’re so angry,” Zhou Yi chuckled and leaped onto the Yue Ma Bridge.

The two did not directly clash, nor did they test each other like the three masters did yesterday.

However, it was as if a winner had already been decided.

The powerful Martial Venerable's response was an act of retreat.

Regardless of whether they came for the Evil Emperor's Relic, the martial artists from the Central Plains by the Yue Ma Bridge were all incredibly excited.

Wu Zun was the number one expert in the desert grasslands, and Ning Sanren could only manage a draw against him.

now
The Celestial Master, however, was clearly superior to him!
Many people looked around and nodded secretly. Legend has it that the Celestial Master lived in Jiangnan, and wherever people passed, a snow-covered world would appear. They thought it was a hoax, but it turned out to be true.

As Zhou Yi approached, Fu Cailin's old habit flared up again.

"Celestial Master, what do you think life is?"

"Life is hard to describe, but it is a beautiful process, so every moment and every beautiful thing we encounter in life should be cherished."

As Zhou Yi spoke, he subtly glanced towards the south bank of the canal.

The saintess sensed that gaze and secretly smiled beside her master. Not far away, the little demon girl winked at him, silently saying something.

The reasoning was very simple, but when Fu Cailin applied it to Zhou Yi, he couldn't help but agree: "No wonder the Celestial Master has reached such a level at such a young age."

Zhou Yi gave him a look that said, "You understand me pretty well."

However, some people in the martial arts world impolitely thought of those romantic rumors.

It is evident that this person did not practice diligently.

Fu Cailin spoke slowly:
"No matter how much we cherish it, time still keeps flowing away. Most people here understand this principle well."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yi was once again the focus of everyone's attention.

At the same moment, several figures landed on the bridge.

After the Evil King Yin Hou, came Ning Sanren.

Then, Tian Dao broke through the March snow and ascended Yue Ma Bridge again.

The moment the seven people gathered together, the ice on the surface of the Yong'an Canal suddenly shattered, and the small boat that Zhou Yi had just been riding also broke apart.

The energy did not reach the Yue Ma Bridge, but instead pushed up waves ten feet high to the upstream and downstream sides of the bridge!

These scenes are deeply etched in everyone's hearts.

They were so enraged that no eighth person dared to step onto the bridge.

The gathering of seven martial arts grandmasters is an unimaginable scene.

Zhou Yi stood in the middle, under the gaze of the six people, and said with a smile, "I don't mind if you all compete for the relic, but it's best not to have too high hopes."

Seeing his confidence, Ning Daoqi asked, "The relic isn't here?"

"good."

"The relic is not here, but the mechanism is."

As Zhou Yi spoke, he walked toward a dragon-head baluster on the wall, then flipped over and went down the bridge.

There is a faint joint mark between the bottom column of this baluster and the bridge body. If you don't look closely, you can easily miss it as a stone pattern.

He reached out and channeled his energy, placing his hand at the center of the circle, and following the method taught by Lu Miaozi, he twisted and pushed upwards.

"Click~!"

Those nearby heard a sound like a lock mechanism, and they looked at the river, wondering if it was in the water.

Without pausing, Zhou Yi turned on all the switches under the remaining five pillars in the same direction.

Then return to the bridge.

Under the watchful eyes of Ning Sanren Wuzun and others, he turned the dragon head on top of the bridge baluster.

The once stable dragon head was now pulled out two inches and twisted to the right.

In the blink of an eye, he twisted the six dragon heads to specific directions.

Large bubbles rose from the water; if Zhou Yi hadn't been still on the bridge, someone would have rushed into the water to investigate.

"Did the Celestial Master turn on the switch?"

"good."

Zhou Yi pointed to the pillar: "This is the mechanism left by Master Lu Miaozi, which is enough to control the entrance to Yang Gong's treasure vault, which is also where the relics are located."

Fu Cailin tentatively asked, "Where is the entrance?"

Zhou Yi made no attempt to hide his abilities:

“Yang Su once had a confidant named Chen Gong, who owned a mansion that later fell into the hands of Sha Tiannan. This was the Xiji Garden. The entrance to Yang Gong’s treasure trove was located at the North Well of the Xiji Garden.”

"Gentlemen, I'll take my leave first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yi flashed towards Xiji Garden.

Stepping on air one after another, it felt like walking on air!

The speed was terrifying; the wind was torn apart, and wondrous melodies rang in people's ears!

Now everyone suddenly understood why he was so confident that even if all the heroes in the world were present, he was sure he could obtain the relic.

No matter how many people there are, they can't catch up at this moment!

Looking up, the white figure rode the wind and disappeared into the snowy world.

This is the world's number one lightness skill!

At this moment, many people, with their short legs, watched as masters of light-body skills darted out from their sides, and all vowed to practice light-body skills more in their lifetime.

Shi Zhixuan and Zhu Yuyan, discerning the direction of the wind, transformed into two demonic shadows and gave chase at top speed.

Fu Cailin activated the Nine Profound Technique to its limit, and his steps became incredibly fast.

Bi Xuanyan's extraordinary skill of blazing sun contracted and expanded, propelled by surging heat, charging wildly.

Ning Sanren followed closely behind, his movements free and easy, agile and graceful.

Tian Dao unleashed his most powerful technique, embodying the state of mind of oneness between man and sword, except for the ability to discard the sword. He pointed his fingers forward, using this method to break through the airflow generated by his mad dash, and directly cut through the wind!

suddenly
A white figure flashed past several grandmasters. This person had a high nose, curly hair, and deep-set eyes.

The white robe trembled, the wind was torn apart once more, and the songs of the northern desert resounded.

Return Flight Technique!
Everyone recognized this lightness skill as belonging to Yun Shuai, the second-best lightness skill master in the world!

His white robe could not only tear the wind, but it was also a clever use of it, like the wings of a spirit hawk, which could use the force of the wind to drift and gain momentum. It was truly a wonderful technique in lightness skill.

If we can't beat you old geezers, surely we can outrun you?!
The lightness skill, enough to ride an eagle, even though this time he could only consume the Celestial Master's exhaust fumes, still gave Yun Shuai an extremely exhilarating feeling.

What is this "Heavenly Blade" and "Master of Swordsmanship"?
I, Yun Shuai, am fearless!

Yun Shuai shook his white robe, pushed the Return Flight Technique to its peak, and then transformed into a white shadow, disappearing before the eyes of many experts.

This even gives people the illusion.

The person who appeared to be wearing white not only ran faster, but also made a strange sound like singing!
Emperor Ding, who was running wildly, felt this deeply. Back then, when two men in white destroyed his grave, they could never catch up with him.

Zhou Yi rushed to the West Market and saw a grand mansion with many buildings.

It was one of the mansions of the richest man in Sha.

However, Sha Tiannan's family all lived in Dongdu, and no one lived here.

Arriving at the well in the northernmost courtyard, without thinking, he jumped into the well.

The well water was icy cold.

Hold your breath and sink to the bottom of the well. Light is scarce here, and you are underwater, so you have to rely on your senses to get around.

But he had already seen the waterway map and was extremely familiar with it.

Without hesitation, they descended into the well, where the bottom suddenly opened up and connected to an underground river.

The underground river flows towards Wulou Temple. After diving in, one first swims for ten zhang through narrow and rugged terrain.

If someone doesn't know the secret passage, they might wander too far and drown in the well.

He calculated the distance accurately, felt around for a moment, and found a stone under his feet that protruded about an inch from the well wall.

Pressing down hard produced a distinct "crunching" sound, particularly noticeable in the narrow, elongated space at the bottom of the well.

The well wall was recessed, revealing an entrance that could only accommodate one person at a time.

Climbing up the wall, we squeezed into the dark cave.

Following the same method, the "crunching" sound rang out again shortly afterward.

A section of the tunnel suddenly started moving and then slid down.

The unpleasant creaking sound of pulleys rubbing against the granite came from the bottom of the wall, and the downward speed increased, constantly accelerating.

With a loud "boom," the passageway, after plunging nearly twenty feet, suddenly came to a stop, crashing into something unknown.

Zhou Yi was taken to another space in the vast darkness, his body falling through the air with a thud as he stepped into something that looked like a fishing net.

Although I've heard Lao Lu explain it in detail.

But after visiting in person, the feeling was exactly the same as what I remembered about Chuan Ying before he entered the Temple of War.

Considering what Lao Lu said, it's not surprising.

It would be impossible to set up such a sophisticated and massive underground treasure vault in such a short period of time.

Zhou Yi moved quickly through the aerial fishing net that resembled silkworm silk, found the steel plate sealing the entrance, opened it, and then navigated through various mechanisms in the narrow passage until he finally saw a smooth granite wall.

On either side, like gates, are six bright, gleaming blue pearls.

He removed a luminous pearl for illumination, pulled on the copper ring, and yanked the door open.

The inner room was equipped with numerous super crossbows activated by mechanisms, which were a hundred times more powerful than the bolts fired by ordinary crossbows.

Zhou Yi didn't want to waste time breaking the mechanism, so he gathered his energy and used his lightness skill to rush in.

The arrows were too fast to hit him.

After passing through a long corridor studded with various hidden weapons, we arrived at another space.

This is a spacious, sealed underground chamber with ventilation openings at all four corners of the ceiling.

There were more than a dozen boxes that seemed to be filled with rare treasures placed on both sides, and dozens of weapon racks against the wall, filled with all kinds of weapons.

But they were all ordinary goods, and all of them were rusty and moldy, so no one wanted them as gifts.

This is a fake vault; if it is violently destroyed, mercury will pour down from above.

Following the zigzag pattern, Zhou Yi quickly found a movable wall, pushed it to the left to open the second movable wall, and continued pushing according to Lao Lu's method, finally opening the most hidden mechanism!
Then, walk through the long corridor and enter the stone chamber.

In the center is a round stone table with a detailed map of the treasure vault, which shows the relationship between the treasure vault and the city of Chang'an on the ground.

This circular chamber also has four ordinary wooden doors, each leading to one of the four treasure rooms. Under the table are flint, tinder, and tinder, which are used to light eight wall lamps evenly distributed on the surrounding walls.

All four rooms are spacious, each a hundred paces wide. Three rooms contain weapons, and one room contains treasures, mainly gold.

Zhou Yi ignored the weapons wrapped in oilcloth.

I went into the gold storage room and took a look.

Upon seeing the boxes of gold, he couldn't help but smile.

Then, his expression darkened.

Someone will definitely break in soon.

Three words suddenly popped into my mind: "My money."

With this thought in mind, he moved with lightning speed, quickly arriving at the square-shaped space in the middle of the four rooms. He unlocked the hidden lock, revealing a narrow space inside, with a small, sealed copper jar in the center.

This thing is just for show.

Take it out and return to Xiji Garden through the outer warehouse passage; then no one in the inner warehouse will be able to find it.

When Zhou Yi touched the handle of the bronze pot, a bloody and terrifying scene instantly flashed through his mind, and he seemed to hear the shrill cries of thousands of wronged souls demanding their lives.

This is the chaotic spirit left behind by the evil emperors of past dynasties.

Even through the copper container and the sealed mercury inside, the effect was so severe, demonstrating how terrifying it was.

Therefore, without the correct method, relics cannot be touched directly.

Zhou Yi, however, was an experienced person and directly mobilized his profound energy.

In an instant, the cries of vengeful spirits ceased, and all the chaotic thoughts subsided. He smiled with satisfaction; the relic was quite obedient after all.

He casually picked up the bronze jar containing the Evil Emperor's relic.

To his utter surprise, the copper jar, which he had not intended to open, suddenly shattered in his hand like an eggshell, disintegrating along with the mercury inside, revealing the yellow crystal sphere inside!
The moment it came into contact with Zhou Yixuan's true energy, the Evil Emperor's Relic burst forth with a tremendous, magnificent, and dazzling brilliance.

What's going on? Zhou Yi was taken aback.

The next moment, the yellow crystal ball floated in front of him and obediently landed in his palm.

It was like a vibrant heart that throbbed.

Meanwhile, the many masters heading towards Saikien seemed to resonate with the relic.

"Bang~~!"

That powerful thud deeply moved the martial artists' three treasures. Not only the elders of the Evil King's Yin Empress Coffin Palace and other members of the demonic sect, but also Fu Cailin, Ning Sanren, and Martial Venerable Heavenly Blade all turned their gazes toward the West Garden that was radiating golden light!

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(End of this chapter)