When everyone left the Sword Mark, it was already late at night when the sun was setting. Han Yu moved a small mountain, completely sealed the Sword Mark, and personally carved a trapping formation on the cliff to protect the sword. The location of the scar.
Afterwards, everyone returned to the Clear Sky Sect, set the case and burned incense, Han Yu and Jiang Lixuan worshiped the heaven and the earth, and became brothers with different surnames.
That night, Han Yu and the others came to Huating Mountain again. At this time, Huating Mountain was emitting fluorescence under the moonlight, and the gushing yellow water had stopped. However, what puzzled everyone was that although it was only an illusion, none of the disciples and mining coolies of the Clear Sky Sect survived, they all rotted to death.
"The surrounding environment hasn't changed, but people are dead, what's going on?" Cao Jianyin asked in astonishment.
At that time, the yellow water rushed to the sky, as long as the place was splashed by the yellow water, the grass and trees turned into ashes, and the mountains and rivers shattered. In the environment now in sight, there is no sign of corrosion at all, only people are dead.
"That illusion is very strange. Those people died because they fell into the illusion and couldn't extricate themselves." Han Yu said.
Even if he is now a Seventh Ring Xieling Master, he still can't see the essence of this illusion, but death is a fact, and it can only be explained in this way.
Everyone slowly approached the Lingyu Mountain. When it was a hundred feet away from the Lingyu Mountain, the magic sword that Han Yu was carrying began to tremble slightly. From the frequency of the tremor, Han Yu seemed to feel its excitement.
Han Yu took down the magic sword, and the rest of the people could see the magic sword shaking.
"Everyone don't go there first, I'll go take a look first." Han Yu said solemnly.
The things buried under the Lingyu Mountain must have something to do with the magic sword. The magic sword is so terrifying, and the things under the Lingyu Mountain are even more unimaginable.
"Be careful." Jiang Lixuan reminded.
Han Yu nodded and approached the Lingyu Mountain step by step. As the distance approached, the tremor frequency of the magic sword in his hand became more and more terrifying. When the distance was about ten feet away, Han Yu couldn't hold the vibration, and he might break away from Han Yu's hand at any time.
When the distance was seven feet away, the magic sword shook Han Yu's hand away and flew towards the Lingyu Mountain with a swish sound, like a child returning home, full of urgency and excitement.
"boom!"
The magic sword was heavily inserted on the mountain of Lingyu, but with a slight shock, the mountain of Lingyu exploded, and large and small pieces of Lingyu splashed in all directions, turning into streaks of white light, streaking across the night sky like meteors. .
At this moment, a monstrous demonic energy rushed out from under the Lingyu Mountain, as if a peerless great demon had awakened, and the bright moon in the sky was instantly eclipsed.
Han Yu stepped back immediately, and Jiang Lixuan and others also quickly fled.
Under that breath, as strong as Jiang Lixuan, he felt as small as an ant.
"Puff puff… "
From the ground, a billowing black mist suddenly appeared, and the black mist was even more terrifying than the one in Sword Mark before, but it was one and the same.
"Could it be that at the foot of Lingyu Mountain, is the master of the magic sword buried?" The Great Elder asked in surprise.
His guess cannot be said to be unreasonable. The magic sword fell from the sky three thousand years ago, and it is impossible to land innocently. It is possible that it landed with its owner, but in a different place.
Perhaps it was the Demon Sword who woke up recently and gave instructions to bring it over.
Han Yu couldn't help but feel a little regretful. 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. From the black fog, there was suddenly a sound of sword chirping. It was the magic sword, which seemed to be thanking Han Yu. Then the black fog was like a star, rising into the sky, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.
Han Yu smiled bitterly. No wonder the Demon Sword didn't give him a drop of blood to recognize his master. He was really a porter.
The black fog had disappeared, and after a while, everyone looked back. Although everyone's mood is very complicated, but they have the same question, what is buried under the mountain of Lingyu, was it taken away by the magic sword
Maybe the master of the magic sword, maybe not.
At this time, there was a huge hole in the position of Lingyu Mountain. The power that could resist the power of the soul has disappeared. Han Yu's soul power shot into the hole, and inside is a vertical oval. The underground cave, surrounded by high-grade spiritual jade. You can also see the broken spiritual marrow inside, and a layer of spiritual marrow is wrapped in the top-grade spiritual jade.
Suddenly, something in the cave caught Han Yu's attention.
This is a petal, as red as blood, suspended in the void, with bright red liquid dripping continuously, looking terrifying.
"Huangquanhua?" Han Yu suddenly exclaimed.
This petal is exactly the same as the yellow spring flower he saw in the illusion when he first came here. Han Yu rushed towards the hole in the ground, Huang Quanhua was not only hard to find in the world, but also very useful to him.
Just as Han Yu was about to approach the cave, a terrifying yellow spring suddenly gushed out, and a gushing yellow spring could be seen below.
"Hmph." Han Yu snorted coldly. Now everything is understood. All the previous fantasies were formed by that yellow spring flower.
Regardless of the surging yellow spring, Han Yu propped up the pattern shield and rushed down.
From the Huangquan, a bright red flower like blood was born, the flower bloomed, and a person appeared inside, a woman dressed in white as snow and gentle as water.
This person is Liu Xuanyue.
However, Han Yu has already determined that this is an illusion. No matter who comes out and says anything that disturbs Han Yu's mind, Han Yu will ignore it. In the end, the illusion was shattered, the hole in the ground was still a hole in the ground, and the yellow spring petals were still suspended in the void.
"It deserves to be one of the three major magic flowers. Just a single petal can form such a terrifying illusion. If it is a whole flower, it is amazing!" Han Yu grabbed the petal.
From the petals, there was a biting chill, which was several times colder than when Han Yu refined the curse, but Han Yu was not afraid at all, and finally took the yellow spring petals in his hand.
The yellow spring petals seem to be really made of blood, and the bright red blood flows endlessly.
Han Yu held it in his hand, and it didn't take long for the palm of his hand to be full of blood, and the blood was left on the ground along the palm of his hand. The cold and chill, and the strong smell of blood made Han Yu feel uncomfortable.
Jiang Lixuan and others rushed into the hole one after another, and when they saw the flower petals in Han Yu's hands, everyone's eyes widened. With Jiang Lixuan's knowledge, they couldn't tell what kind of flower it was, and asked, "Brother Han, what is this thing? "
Han Yu said, "Huangquanhua."
"What?" Jiang Lixuan and the others turned pale in an instant, and they couldn't help but step back and go backwards, afraid to avoid Huangquan Petals.
Legend has it that only in the Yellow Springs of Jiuyou Difu will the yellow spring flowers grow, and anyone who has seen the yellow spring flowers will be ominous.