Chapter 90: Chapter 80: Relics
Although this voice was faint and disappeared in an instant, both Liu Suiyun and Guo Huijun could clearly confirm that this was indeed Xu Zhaori's voice.
Could it be that he didn't die at the hands of Chen Chaonan? But what's the matter with the Five Peaks Talisman Scripture on Chen Chaonan?
Liu Suiyun hesitated for a moment but still followed Guo Huijun. No matter how strange and changeable this matter was, both Guo Huijun and he must find the answer.
This section of the road is not long, only about a hundred steps. Looking at the widening field of vision in front, Liu Suiyun couldn't help being shocked again by the grand gesture of True Lord Beihe!
No one had expected that there would be such a vast mausoleum chamber so deep underground. Liu Suiyun roughly estimated that this mausoleum chamber was at least two or three hundred mu in area and about ten or more feet high. Even if cultivators used Taoist techniques to build it, they wouldn't know how many spirit stones would be spent.
What makes it even more luxurious are the countless burial objects. Although they have been looted countless times by tomb robbers, everything remaining in the mausoleum chamber tells everyone how luxurious True Lord Beihe is.
There are dozens of giant colored corals more than one zhang in height. It's a pity that these corals, which are extremely rare in the secular world, are now broken into two or three sections and become worthless. The ground was originally made of some unknown precious jade but has now become a mess. There are also weapon racks that have been looted. Although the weapons have completely disappeared, the remaining aura on them tells Liu Suiyun that True Lord Beihe is definitely a very showy Bei Aotian!
Liu Suiyun even has a suspicion that if True Lord Beihe could put the spirit stones consumed for building this tomb on his own cultivation, perhaps he would have broken through the Nascent Soul realm long ago and wouldn't have fallen so early.
But soon he shifted his sight to the two sides fighting. Taking the crystal coffin of True Lord Beihe as the midpoint, the two sides in the battle are engaged in a desperate struggle.
On one side are still An Zhiyu and Xu Zhaori. Xu Zhaori is still extremely insidious. And An Zhiyu, an old cultivator with his lifespan coming to an end, doesn't know what expired aphrodisiac he took. He actually burst out with the strength of the Foundation Establishment stage. His casual attacks can make the opponent hard to parry.
On the opposite side of them, there are only five flowery-robed cultivators left. Although the weakest one also has the cultivation level of the later stage of Qi Refining, they are continuously retreating. But on the crystal coffin behind them, there is actually an equally old and decrepit old cultivator supervising the battle.
As soon as Liu Suiyun saw the old cultivator for the first time, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. This is a kind of alarm and awe from the bottom of his heart. This one-armed old man is definitely not simple!
This old cultivator who looks as if he is on his last legs is extremely wrinkled and old, and even has one arm missing. But he is riding on an equally incomplete bone wolf. He ignores the fierce fighting in front and just stares at the crystal coffin.
This is a Foundation Establishment cultivator!
Liu Suiyun has such an intuition. This is definitely a Foundation Establishment cultivator with his lifespan coming to an end.
Liu Suiyun knows why he has that feeling of awe when he sees this old cultivator. Just one An Zhiyu makes him feel extremely troublesome. Not to mention a Foundation Establishment cultivator who has lived for nearly three hundred years.
It seems that this one-armed old man is already extremely old and completely useless. But after achieving Foundation Establishment, he has a lifespan of two hundred and forty years. Coupled with the accumulation of one or two hundred years, Liu Suiyun suspects that this old man has lived for about three hundred years.
What is the concept of a Foundation Establishment cultivator who has lived for three hundred years? That represents that he can be called a truly old and immortal old thief. He doesn't know how many grand scenes he has experienced, how many fierce battles he has been through, and how many earth-shattering killer moves he has in his hands - being able to survive in these three hundred years of wind and rain is definitely not a simple person.
Liu Suiyun even has a feeling that the person who drove the tide of strange beasts to attack them in Yanzhi Mountain is this old and immortal old thief!
The appearance of their team of three people has triggered a fundamental change in the entire battle situation. Originally, An Zhiyu and Xu Zhaori had the upper hand. When the cultivators of the Supreme Demon Sect saw that three more fresh forces had emerged on the opposite side, they couldn't help but be in a flurry. This even caused a cultivator who had reached great accomplishment in Qi Refining in the formation to turn around and rush towards the one-armed old man.
The one-armed old man is still only focused on the already fragmented crystal coffin and is completely indifferent to the cultivator of the Supreme Demon Sect who is rushing over. This flowery-robed cultivator with the cultivation level of the twelfth layer of Qi Refining immediately knelt on the ground and shouted loudly: "Ancestor Canlang, Ancestor Canlang, the enemy is too strong! Please quickly make a move!"
Ancestor Canlang finally turned his head. But Liu Suiyun only felt a pain in his eyes and couldn't help but want to avoid the gaze of Ancestor Canlang!
But he finally saw the face of Ancestor Canlang. Sure enough, an old person who lives a long life is a thief. Liu Suiyun has never seen such an ugly man before.
But in the next moment, he was frightened by the ruthlessness of Ancestor Canlang. He saw Ancestor Canlang slap down on the top of this flowery-robed cultivator's head: "I have raised you for sixty years. Since you can neither achieve Foundation Establishment nor serve me loyally until death, what's the use of you!"
This flowery-robed cultivator was originally tall and thin and extremely conspicuous. But when Ancestor Canlang slapped down, although there was no trace of blood, not only was the flowery-robed cultivator directly killed, but the whole person shrank into several sections of white bones that were only about a foot long in an instant. There wasn't even a trace of flesh and blood left.
After this powerful strike by Ancestor Canlang, he turned his head again and no longer looked at the battle situation in front. And the expired aphrodisiac that An Zhiyu took seemed to be extremely effective. He shouted loudly: "Feng Canlang, Feng Canlang, your death is near. Why struggle so hard? Why don't we discuss it properly? I only want that volume of the spiritual plant volume of the Supreme Secret Canon..."
Feng Canlang had already put his hand into the crystal coffin. In a cloud of red mist, he didn't know what he was groping for. He was extremely concentrated but still replied to An Zhiyu: "An Zhiyu, what did you say?"
"The spiritual plant volume of the Supreme Secret Canon. I only want this! Only this!"
"Hahaha..." Feng Canlang laughed loudly, looking very ferocious: "Just one volume of the Supreme Secret Canon. How could it trouble me, Feng Canlang! An Zhiyu, you are wrong!"
"Wrong?"
An Zhiyu was a bit surprised. But he has lived for more than a hundred years and his eyes are sharp. He won't be disturbed by just a few words from Feng Canlang. Instead, he strengthened his offensive: "Fellow Daoist Xu, quickly ask Commander Xing and them to come up and help in the battle!"
Xu Zhaori slightly turned his head and glanced at Liu Suiyun and Guo Huijun, then lowered his head and looked at the ground, but said a sentence: "You shouldn't have come!"
Guo Huijun had already thought of countless scenes when meeting Xu Zhaori, but she didn't expect Xu Zhaori to say such a sentence. She almost couldn't hold the sword and shield in her hand and stopped in her tracks.
And over there, Feng Canlang had already laughed loudly: "An Zhiyu, I said you are wrong, and you are wrong. Our ancestor Beihe of this sect did obtain several volumes of the Supreme Secret Canon, including the spiritual plant volume you want. But our ancestor Beihe had enemies all over the world and was in danger at every step. That spiritual plant volume was lost before he fell. There is no spiritual plant volume in this mausoleum at all!"
"No spiritual plant volume?"
An Zhiyu was unwilling to believe this answer. He had been running around for this volume of the Supreme Secret Canon for more than ten years and regarded it as his only hope to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage: "You are lying!"
At this moment, Xu Zhaori was like a flying swallow. He forcibly broke into the gap between the flowery-robed cultivators with astonishing speed. Without even raising his heart, countless falling flowers stuck to An Zhiyu's fellow disciple. As soon as the falling flowers stuck to his body, they had already transformed into countless colorful flower rains. This old cultivator with the cultivation level of the thirteenth layer of Qi Refining didn't even have time to scream before he fell to the ground in the fatal flower rain.
Now it was his turn to show his cards to Feng Canlang: "It doesn't matter if there is no Supreme Secret Canon. Hand over the remains of True Lord Beihe!"
"The remains of True Lord Beihe?"
After great sorrow, An Zhiyu was hit by an endless wave of joy. If there are really the remains of True Lord Beihe in this mausoleum chamber, then its value is far greater than a volume of the Supreme Secret Canon. After all, his lifespan is coming to an end. After obtaining the Supreme Secret Canon, he is afraid that it will take several years to study it and then spend many years planting spiritual medicines and spiritual grasses. It's not known how many years it will take to have a real harvest.
But the remains of a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator, even a single hair is a supreme treasure. It can be used after a little refining. If it can be refined into a spiritual weapon and pill, it will have infinite power and can be used immediately without waiting for so many years.
Now it was Feng Canlang's turn to be shocked: "What remains? Nonsense!"
But before he finished speaking, a bone hand suddenly flew out of the red mist in the crystal coffin. Fortunately, Feng Canlang's movements were as fast as lightning. He grabbed this bone hand and laughed triumphantly: "That's right. Ancestor Beihe left this left hand. When he fell, he was blasted to ashes by his enemies. But like me, he should have used this left hand to brandish a sword during the day and hold a spear at night. He had a special affection for his left hand. So this left hand was left behind..."
Liu Suiyun took a look at that bone hand. Obviously, it was just an ordinary and unremarkable bone hand, an ordinary and unremarkable white bone. Strictly speaking, it was only half a left hand. Only the forearm part remained. But he actually didn't dare to look directly at this bone hand.
This is the power of a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator. Even if it's just a remaining left hand!
When Feng Canlang grabbed this bone hand, he was extremely proud. Then he shouted loudly: "Those stupid tomb robbers. They entered a treasure mountain but returned empty-handed. Who would have thought that Ancestor Beihe would hide this hand in such a place. Hahaha... Let you taste my power! Let you know what it means to brandish a sword during the day and hold a spear at night!"
As soon as his words fell, the air seemed to solidify. Liu Suiyun only felt an endless sense of death pressing over. He could only hold the Heavenly Tear Starfall Sword tightly.
Just an old and immortal Foundation Establishment cultivator. The Taoist technique he ed by borrowing the left hand of True Lord Beihe would not be so simple. In the next moment, the entire mausoleum chamber was filled with a black mist full of deathly aura. The sword in Liu Suiyun's hand was trembling non-stop but he was unable to make any resistance.
This is the power of the Golden Core realm!
Although Liu Suiyun couldn't even move a finger, when facing this overwhelming pressure, he had a natural feeling. Just like when he borrowed the Heavenly Tear Starfall Sword, Feng Canlang also borrowed this bone hand of True Lord Beihe to a Taoist technique of at least the Golden Core realm or even the middle and later stages of the Golden Core realm. How could he, a Qi Refining cultivator, resist it.
Guo Huijun and Xia Jingjue had the same feeling as Liu Suiyun. They felt that they could only let this black mist full of deathly aura seep in. Over there, An Zhiyu had already thumped and directly fell to the ground.
Feng Canlang laughed loudly. But before his laughter ended, he let out a scream and almost fell into the crystal coffin: "How is it possible? How could you break through my Nine Nether Prison Net? Even a quasi-Golden Core cultivator couldn't take this move of mine!"
Xu Zhaori's voice became even more insidious: "Because your Nine Nether Prison Net is only effective against mortals. And I..."
"Am already a dead person!"