As the white rhino spoke, he pointed forward.
Looking along his line of defense, Feng Qingyang's breathing suddenly stopped. In front of the passage, there was a five-colored altar. This altar was exactly the same as the altar he first entered.
But the strange thing is that this altar is divided into five sections. Calling it an altar is just a description. The main thing is that this altar seems to have been crushed by a powerful force.
Originally, they should have been closed together, but this five-colored altar was forcibly separated. There seemed to be a powerful force in each piece that interfered with their reintegration.
Feng Qingyang did not say anything, but walked forward quietly. When he was near the five-colored altar, he looked towards the center and saw a sword hilt inserted in it.
The hilt of the sword sank into the earth. It was his existence that split the five-colored altar. Moreover, it was unknown how deep the tip of the sword had sunk into the ground. Looking at the traces of the cracks on the altar, it was as if it had just happened.
Just as he approached, the Xuanhuang sword sheath that was stored in the storage ring suddenly vibrated violently. Feng Qingyang took it out without hesitation and held it in his palm.
As the scabbard moved, the hilt on the ground also began to shake. With the vibration, a strong smell of blood spread in all directions, pushing the fragments of the five-colored altar in all directions further away.
"Could this be the sword in the Xuanhuang scabbard?" Feng Qingyang was shocked, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, but he did not show any of it on his face.
His surprise could not be hidden from everyone behind him. Seeing Feng Qingyang standing there in silence, they all stepped forward. When they saw the hilt of the sword, a strange look flashed in their eyes at the same time.
Looking at the scabbard in Feng Qingyang's hand, it is obvious that it is a natural match with the hilt, or perhaps the sword itself is one and the same. If that is the case, then who should own the sword
Logically speaking, Feng Qingyang saved their lives, so the hilt should naturally belong to him. However, when faced with a treasure, a treasure that might have come from ancient times.
Their hearts are moved, and thoughts will arise from them. Ideas will evolve and change in a thousand ways the moment they appear, and perhaps a hint of murderous intent will quietly appear among them.
Feng Qingyang even believed that an innocent man is guilty of possessing a treasure. This sword is related to Xuanhuang, so he absolutely cannot give it up, and will not give the hilt to others.
But if I collect it without permission, even if they don't say anything, I'm afraid they will harbor murderous intentions towards me. Now is not the time to turn against them.
Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang quietly grasped the mysterious sword sheath tightly in his palm, and the huge magic power directly suppressed it, making it impossible for people to see any flaws.
Looking back at the people around him, their expressions were different, or to be more precise, their eyes were different. The man with the magic gourd and the man he subconsciously trusted ignored the hilt and seemed to have no interest in it at all.
The White Rhino men, especially the most powerful one, looked at the hilt of the sword stuck in the ground with such a fiery gaze that it almost melted it completely.
Perhaps sensing their own abnormality, they came back to their senses with embarrassed looks, and although they had collected their minds, they still couldn't stop their eagerness for the hilt of the sword on the ground.
"If you like it, fellow Taoists, you can take it. This treasure was discovered by everyone at the same time, so it naturally belongs to everyone." Feng Qingyang's expression changed slightly, and he took a deep breath and said.
As soon as he spoke, everyone was overjoyed. If Feng Qingyang said so, then there would be no worries in going to collect it. But they soon gave up the idea.
If it was really as Feng Qingyang said, and he let them collect it, I'm afraid he would have murderous intentions. Using his formation skills in this place, it would be easy for him to harm me.
But if they don't collect it, they will just watch the treasure being put into someone else's pocket, and that feeling is almost like cutting their flesh and bleeding.
"Please listen to me, everyone." Just when everyone's minds were confused and unsure, Feng Qingyang's low voice came to their ears again. They immediately interrupted their thoughts and looked at Feng Qingyang who was standing beside them.
"I've heard before that all treasures have spirituality to a certain extent, and they will automatically recognize their owners. We have discovered it together, so everyone has the qualifications and rights to receive it. Why don't we collect it one by one and see who the treasure belongs to."
His analysis was extremely thorough. The reason he said so was because the scabbard in his hand was about to be suppressed. He firmly believed that the scabbard was in his hand. If they wanted to take it, it would be a pipe dream. It was for this reason that he was sure and confident to let them take it.
When everyone heard this, they secretly thought that Feng Qingyang was right. After all, they were now in the same boat and it was not easy for them to turn against each other.
Now a compromise has been thought of. Everyone has the opportunity to collect the treasure. Then no one will complain about whoever the treasure belongs to in the end, after all, they have all collected it with their own hands.
"That's too kind!" Bai Xi nodded and said meaningfully, then looked at the super powerful man with the highest cultivation level in front of him, and it was self-evident.
"Then I will go and test whether this treasure is destined for me." The strongest man said softly, and then his body shook and came to the hilt of the sword.
The hilt was pure black with faint glint of dragon scales on it. One could tell at a glance that the hilt was extraordinary. He took a deep breath and slowly placed his palm on the hilt.
The powerful magic power was circulating, and for a moment, the small passage was suddenly filled with a strong sense of oppression. Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank sharply, and he thought to himself, "How powerful!"
The hand holding the sword trembled violently, and a strong vibration force came from the hilt. When the vibration came out, the man's expression changed drastically.
"With my skills, I can't control you?" He growled, and his powerful skills burst out, trying to pull it out with violence.
Having said that, this powerful man ultimately underestimated the hilt of the sword inserted into the five-colored altar. Even with his extraordinary strength, he was still unable to shake it in the slightest.
After a long time, perhaps a quarter of an hour, everyone lost their patience and waited for this powerful man to give up the idea of continuing. In fact, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the hilt of the sword was not moved by him at all.
"Forget it, it seems I have no chance with this sword. You guys come." He sighed and looked silently at the people behind him, his eyes full of unwillingness. But the more this happened, the more cautious he became about the origin of the sword.
As he withdrew, the white rhino couldn't wait to move forward, and from the look on its face, it seemed extremely afraid of being taken away by someone else.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang sneered. He was indeed extremely selfish, a greedy and despicable person.
Lenovo thought that he had a mutual respect for him and regarded him as a close friend. He also thought that the other party was a low-key and unpretentious hero.
But now the more he looked at Bai Xi, the more disappointed he was. He seemed to have seen through him. He could not help but shake his head silently, secretly thinking that there were times when he misjudged people.
"What are you thinking about, fellow Taoist?"