Chapter 567
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When they left the mark of the sword, it was already sunset. Han Yu moved to a small mountain, sealed the mark of the sword completely, and carved a trapped array on the cliff to protect the position of the sword mark.
After that, he went back to the heaven and earth to worship his brothers.
That night, several Han Yu people came to Huating mountain again. At this time, Huating mountain, in the moonlight, emits fluorescence, the yellow water gushing has stopped. However, what puzzles us is that it is just a fantasy, but none of the haotianzong's disciples and mining coolies have survived and all of them have rotted to death.
"The surrounding environment has not changed, but the man is dead. What's going on?" Cao Jianyin asked in astonishment.
At that time, as long as the Yellow Mountains and trees were splashed into ashes. At present, there is no sign of corrosion in the environment. Only people are dead.
"It's a strange fantasy. Those people died because they had no choice but to fall into it." Han Yudao.
Even if he is now the seventh ring unloading division, he still can not see the essence of this illusion, but human death is a fact, which can only be explained in this way.
Everyone slowly approached Lingyu mountain. When it was a hundred Zhang away from Lingyu mountain, Han Yu's magic sword began to vibrate slightly. From the frequency of vibration, Han Yu seemed to feel its excitement.
Han Yu took the magic sword down, and the rest of them could see the magic sword trembling.
"Please don't go there. I'll go and have a look." Han Yu's dignified way.
The things buried at the foot of Lingyu mountain must have something to do with the magic sword. The magic sword is so terrible. The things under the Lingyu mountain are more unimaginable.
"Be careful." Jiang Lixuan reminds way.
Han Yu nodded and approached Lingyu mountain step by step. As the distance approached, the trembling frequency of magic sword in his hand became more and more terrible. When the distance is about 10 Zhang, Han Yu can't hold on to the vibration, and he may leave Han Yu's hand at any time.
When the distance was seven feet, the magic sword shook Han Yu's hand and flew to Lingyu mountain with a whoosh. It looked like a child returning home, full of urgency and excitement.
"Boom
The magic sword is heavily inserted on the mountain of Lingyu. With a slight shock, the mountain of Lingyu explodes. Large and small pieces of Lingyu are splashing in all directions, turning into white light like meteors across the night sky.
At this time, from the foot of Lingyu mountain, a torrent of magic Qi rushed out, just like a great devil waking up. The bright moon in the sky was instantly eclipsed.
Han Yu retreated for the first time, and Jiang Lixuan and others quickly fled.
Under that breath, as strong as Jiang Lixuan, they all feel small like ants.
"Puff, puff..."
From the ground, suddenly came out the rolling black fog, which was more terrible than the previous one in the mark of the sword, but it was one and the same.
"Is the master of the magic sword buried at the foot of Lingyu mountain?" The great elder doubted the uncertain way.
His conjecture could not be said to be unreasonable. Three thousand years ago, the magic sword fell from the sky, and it could not have landed innocently. It may have landed with its owner, but separately in different places.
Maybe it was the magic sword that woke up recently and gave instructions to bring it.
Han Yu can't help but feel some regret. If this is the case, then he is equivalent to a porter.
After the black fog came out, it gathered but did not disperse, and slowly rose to the sky. Out of the black fog, a sound of swords was suddenly heard. It was the magic sword, which seemed to be thanking Han Yu. Then the black fog, like a star, flew up into the sky and soon disappeared in everyone's sight.
Han Yu grinned bitterly. No wonder the magic sword didn't give him blood. He was really a porter.
The black fog had disappeared, and it took a long time for everyone to look back. Although everyone's mood is very complicated, there is the same question. What is buried under the Lingyu mountain? Has it been taken away by the magic sword?
Maybe it's the owner of the magic sword, maybe not.
At this time, a huge hole appeared in the position of Lingyu mountain, and the force that could resist the power of soul had disappeared. Han Yu's soul power shot through the hole. Inside was a vertical oval underground cave, and the cave was surrounded by top-grade Lingyu. There can also be seen in the broken spirit pulp, in the top grade spirit jade, but also wrapped in a layer of spiritual marrow.
Suddenly, an object in the cave attracted Han Yu's attention.
This is a petal, as red as blood, suspended in the void, constantly dripping with bright red liquid, it looks like a terrible person.
"Yellow spring flower?" Han Yu suddenly exclaimed.
petals are as like as two peas of flowers that he first came to see in the illusion. Han Yu rushed to the cave. The flower of the yellow spring was not only hard to find in the world, but also of great use to him.
Han Yu was just about to get close to the cave when suddenly the water of the yellow spring gushed out. You can see a continuous gushing of the yellow spring below.
"Hum." Han Yu snorted coldly. Now all the things are clear. All the previous fantasies are formed by the yellow spring flower.Han Yu, regardless of the surging spring, rushed down with the array pattern shield.
From the yellow spring, born a bright red flowers, flowers bloom, inside a person, a white dress like snow, gentle as water woman.
This is xuanliu.
However, Han Yu has already decided that this is an illusion. No matter who comes out and says anything that disturbs Han Yu's mind, Han Yu ignores it. Finally, the illusion is broken, the underground cave is still a cave, and the petals of the yellow spring are still suspended in the void.
"It is worthy of being one of the three magic flowers. A single petal can form such a terrible illusion. If it is a whole flower, it will be fine!" Han Yu grabs at the petals.
From the petals, there was a piercing chill, which was several times colder than when Han Yu was refining the curse. However, Han Yu was not afraid at all and finally took the petals of huangquan in his hand.
Huangquan petals, it seems that it is really formed by the blood condensation, the bright red blood flowing endlessly.
Han Yu held it in his hand, and soon his palm was covered with blood. The blood was left on the ground along the seam of his palm. The cold and the strong smell of blood made Han Yu feel uncomfortable.
Jiang Lixuan and others rushed into the cave one after another. When they saw the petals in Han Yu's hand, they all opened their eyes. With Jiang Lixuan's knowledge, they couldn't see what kind of flower it was. They asked, "brother Han, what's this thing?"
Han Yu said: "Huang Quanhua."
"What?" Jiang Lixuan and other people's faces turned pale and incomparable. They couldn't help kicking back, fearing to avoid the yellow spring petals.
It is said that only in the yellow spring of Jiuyou Difu, there will be a yellow spring flower. Those who have seen the flower will have bad luck.
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When they left the mark of the sword, it was already sunset. Han Yu moved to a small mountain, sealed the mark of the sword completely, and carved a trapped array on the cliff to protect the position of the sword mark.
After that, he went back to the heaven and earth to worship his brothers.
That night, several Han Yu people came to Huating mountain again. At this time, Huating mountain, in the moonlight, emits fluorescence, the yellow water gushing has stopped. However, what puzzles us is that it is just a fantasy, but none of the haotianzong's disciples and mining coolies have survived and all of them have rotted to death.
"The surrounding environment has not changed, but the man is dead. What's going on?" Cao Jianyin asked in astonishment.
At that time, as long as the Yellow Mountains and trees were splashed into ashes. At present, there is no sign of corrosion in the environment. Only people are dead.
"It's a strange fantasy. Those people died because they had no choice but to fall into it." Han Yudao.
Even if he is now the seventh ring unloading division, he still can not see the essence of this illusion, but human death is a fact, which can only be explained in this way.
Everyone slowly approached Lingyu mountain. When it was a hundred Zhang away from Lingyu mountain, Han Yu's magic sword began to vibrate slightly. From the frequency of vibration, Han Yu seemed to feel its excitement.
Han Yu took the magic sword down, and the rest of them could see the magic sword trembling.
"Please don't go there. I'll go and have a look." Han Yu's dignified way.
The things buried at the foot of Lingyu mountain must have something to do with the magic sword. The magic sword is so terrible. The things under the Lingyu mountain are more unimaginable.
"Be careful." Jiang Lixuan reminds way.
Han Yu nodded and approached Lingyu mountain step by step. As the distance approached, the trembling frequency of magic sword in his hand became more and more terrible. When the distance is about 10 Zhang, Han Yu can't hold on to the vibration, and he may leave Han Yu's hand at any time.
When the distance was seven feet, the magic sword shook Han Yu's hand and flew to Lingyu mountain with a whoosh. It looked like a child returning home, full of urgency and excitement.
"Boom
The magic sword is heavily inserted on the mountain of Lingyu. With a slight shock, the mountain of Lingyu explodes. Large and small pieces of Lingyu are splashing in all directions, turning into white light like meteors across the night sky.
At this time, from the foot of Lingyu mountain, a torrent of magic Qi rushed out, just like a great devil waking up. The bright moon in the sky was instantly eclipsed.
Han Yu retreated for the first time, and Jiang Lixuan and others quickly fled.
Under that breath, as strong as Jiang Lixuan, they all feel small like ants.
"Puff, puff..."
From the ground, suddenly came out the rolling black fog, which was more terrible than the previous one in the mark of the sword, but it was one and the same.
"Is the master of the magic sword buried at the foot of Lingyu mountain?" The great elder doubted the uncertain way.
His conjecture could not be said to be unreasonable. Three thousand years ago, the magic sword fell from the sky, and it could not have landed innocently. It may have landed with its owner, but separately in different places.
Maybe it was the magic sword that woke up recently and gave instructions to bring it.
Han Yu can't help but feel some regret. If this is the case, then he is equivalent to a porter.
After the black fog came out, it gathered but did not disperse, and slowly rose to the sky. Out of the black fog, a sound of swords was suddenly heard. It was the magic sword, which seemed to be thanking Han Yu. Then the black fog, like a star, flew up into the sky and soon disappeared in everyone's sight.
Han Yu grinned bitterly. No wonder the magic sword didn't give him blood. He was really a porter.
The black fog had disappeared, and it took a long time for everyone to look back. Although everyone's mood is very complicated, there is the same question. What is buried under the Lingyu mountain? Has it been taken away by the magic sword?
Maybe it's the owner of the magic sword, maybe not.
At this time, a huge hole appeared in the position of Lingyu mountain, and the force that could resist the power of soul had disappeared. Han Yu's soul power shot through the hole. Inside was a vertical oval underground cave, and the cave was surrounded by top-grade Lingyu. There can also be seen in the broken spirit pulp, in the top grade spirit jade, but also wrapped in a layer of spiritual marrow.
Suddenly, an object in the cave attracted Han Yu's attention.
This is a petal, as red as blood, suspended in the void, constantly dripping with bright red liquid, it looks like a terrible person.
"Yellow spring flower?" Han Yu suddenly exclaimed.
petals are as like as two peas of flowers that he first came to see in the illusion. Han Yu rushed to the cave. The flower of the yellow spring was not only hard to find in the world, but also of great use to him.
Han Yu was just about to get close to the cave when suddenly the water of the yellow spring gushed out. You can see a continuous gushing of the yellow spring below.
"Hum." Han Yu snorted coldly. Now all the things are clear. All the previous fantasies are formed by the yellow spring flower.Han Yu, regardless of the surging spring, rushed down with the array pattern shield.
From the yellow spring, born a bright red flowers, flowers bloom, inside a person, a white dress like snow, gentle as water woman.
This is xuanliu.
However, Han Yu has already decided that this is an illusion. No matter who comes out and says anything that disturbs Han Yu's mind, Han Yu ignores it. Finally, the illusion is broken, the underground cave is still a cave, and the petals of the yellow spring are still suspended in the void.
"It is worthy of being one of the three magic flowers. A single petal can form such a terrible illusion. If it is a whole flower, it will be fine!" Han Yu grabs at the petals.
From the petals, there was a piercing chill, which was several times colder than when Han Yu was refining the curse. However, Han Yu was not afraid at all and finally took the petals of huangquan in his hand.
Huangquan petals, it seems that it is really formed by the blood condensation, the bright red blood flowing endlessly.
Han Yu held it in his hand, and soon his palm was covered with blood. The blood was left on the ground along the seam of his palm. The cold and the strong smell of blood made Han Yu feel uncomfortable.
Jiang Lixuan and others rushed into the cave one after another. When they saw the petals in Han Yu's hand, they all opened their eyes. With Jiang Lixuan's knowledge, they couldn't see what kind of flower it was. They asked, "brother Han, what's this thing?"
Han Yu said: "Huang Quanhua."
"What?" Jiang Lixuan and other people's faces turned pale and incomparable. They couldn't help kicking back, fearing to avoid the yellow spring petals.
It is said that only in the yellow spring of Jiuyou Difu, there will be a yellow spring flower. Those who have seen the flower will have bad luck.
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When they left the mark of the sword, it was already sunset. Han Yu moved to a small mountain, sealed the mark of the sword completely, and carved a trapped array on the cliff to protect the position of the sword mark. After that, he went back to the heaven and earth to worship his brothers. That night, several Han Yu people came to Huating mountain again. At this time, Huating mountain, in the moonlight, emits fluorescence, the yellow water gushing has stopped. However, what puzzles us is that it is just a fantasy, but none of the haotianzong's disciples and mining coolies have survived and all of them have rotted to death. "The surrounding environment has not changed, but the man is dead. What's going on?" Cao Jianyin asked in astonishment. At that time, as long as the Yellow Mountains and trees were splashed into ashes. At present, there is no sign of corrosion in the environment. Only people are dead. "It's a strange fantasy. Those people died because they had no choice but to fall into it." Han Yudao. Even if he is now the seventh ring unloading division, he still can not see the essence of this illusion, but human death is a fact, which can only be explained in this way. Everyone slowly approached Lingyu mountain. When it was a hundred Zhang away from Lingyu mountain, Han Yu's magic sword began to vibrate slightly. From the frequency of vibration, Han Yu seemed to feel its excitement. Han Yu took the magic sword down, and the rest of them could see the magic sword trembling. "Please don't go there. I'll go and have a look." Han Yu's dignified way. The things buried at the foot of Lingyu mountain must have something to do with the magic sword. The magic sword is so terrible. The things under the Lingyu mountain are more unimaginable. "Be careful." Jiang Lixuan reminds way. Han Yu nodded and approached Lingyu mountain step by step. As the distance approached, the trembling frequency of magic sword in his hand became more and more terrible. When the distance is about 10 Zhang, Han Yu can't hold on to the vibration, and he may leave Han Yu's hand at any time. When the distance was seven feet, the magic sword shook Han Yu's hand and flew to Lingyu mountain with a whoosh. It looked like a child returning home, full of urgency and excitement. "Boom The magic sword is heavily inserted on the mountain of Lingyu. With a slight shock, the mountain of Lingyu explodes. Large and small pieces of Lingyu are splashing in all directions, turning into white light like meteors across the night sky. At this time, from the foot of Lingyu mountain, a torrent of magic Qi rushed out, just like a great devil waking up. The bright moon in the sky was instantly eclipsed. Han Yu retreated for the first time, and Jiang Lixuan and others quickly fled. Under that breath, as strong as Jiang Lixuan, they all feel small like ants. "Puff, puff..." From the ground, suddenly came out the rolling black fog, which was more terrible than the previous one in the mark of the sword, but it was one and the same. "Is the master of the magic sword buried at the foot of Lingyu mountain?" The great elder doubted the uncertain way. His conjecture could not be said to be unreasonable. Three thousand years ago, the magic sword fell from the sky, and it could not have landed innocently. It may have landed with its owner, but separately in different places. Maybe it was the magic sword that woke up recently and gave instructions to bring it. Han Yu can't help but feel some regret. If this is the case, then he is equivalent to a porter. After the black fog came out, it gathered but did not disperse, and slowly rose to the sky. Out of the black fog, a sound of swords was suddenly heard. It was the magic sword, which seemed to be thanking Han Yu. Then the black fog, like a star, flew up into the sky and soon disappeared in everyone's sight. Han Yu grinned bitterly. No wonder the magic sword didn't give him blood. He was really a porter. The black fog had disappeared, and it took a long time for everyone to look back. Although everyone's mood is very complicated, there is the same question. What is buried under the Lingyu mountain? Has it been taken away by the magic sword? Maybe it's the owner of the magic sword, maybe not. At this time, a huge hole appeared in the position of Lingyu mountain, and the force that could resist the power of soul had disappeared. Han Yu's soul power shot through the hole. Inside was a vertical oval underground cave, and the cave was surrounded by top-grade Lingyu. There can also be seen in the broken spirit pulp, in the top grade spirit jade, but also wrapped in a layer of spiritual marrow. Suddenly, an object in the cave attracted Han Yu's attention. This is a petal, as red as blood, suspended in the void, constantly dripping with bright red liquid, it looks like a terrible person. "Yellow spring flower?" Han Yu suddenly exclaimed. petals are as like as two peas of flowers that he first came to see in the illusion. Han Yu rushed to the cave. The flower of the yellow spring was not only hard to find in the world, but also of great use to him. Han Yu was just about to get close to the cave when suddenly the water of the yellow spring gushed out. You can see a continuous gushing of the yellow spring below. "Hum." Han Yu snorted coldly. Now all the things are clear. All the previous fantasies are formed by the yellow spring flower.Han Yu, regardless of the surging spring, rushed down with the array pattern shield. From the yellow spring, born a bright red flowers, flowers bloom, inside a person, a white dress like snow, gentle as water woman. This is xuanliu. However, Han Yu has already decided that this is an illusion. No matter who comes out and says anything that disturbs Han Yu's mind, Han Yu ignores it. Finally, the illusion is broken, the underground cave is still a cave, and the petals of the yellow spring are still suspended in the void. "It is worthy of being one of the three magic flowers. A single petal can form such a terrible illusion. If it is a whole flower, it will be fine!" Han Yu grabs at the petals. From the petals, there was a piercing chill, which was several times colder than when Han Yu was refining the curse. However, Han Yu was not afraid at all and finally took the petals of huangquan in his hand. Huangquan petals, it seems that it is really formed by the blood condensation, the bright red blood flowing endlessly. Han Yu held it in his hand, and soon his palm was covered with blood. The blood was left on the ground along the seam of his palm. The cold and the strong smell of blood made Han Yu feel uncomfortable. Jiang Lixuan and others rushed into the cave one after another. When they saw the petals in Han Yu's hand, they all opened their eyes. With Jiang Lixuan's knowledge, they couldn't see what kind of flower it was. They asked, "brother Han, what's this thing?" Han Yu said: "Huang Quanhua." "What?" Jiang Lixuan and other people's faces turned pale and incomparable. They couldn't help kicking back, fearing to avoid the yellow spring petals. It is said that only in the yellow spring of Jiuyou Difu, there will be a yellow spring flower. Those who have seen the flower will have bad luck. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
