Gulu Gulu.
Accompanied by the sound of beads rolling on the ground, the luminous pearl Shen Changge threw just now seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand, rolled on the dark red ground, gathered together, and illuminated a corner in the darkness.
At the northeast corner of the lowest floor of the Prisoner's Desolation Tower, a person stood at some point.
The man wore an iron mask, looked thin and tall, wore a long gown, and carried a sword wrapped with cloth strips on his back. He stood in a dark corner, his breath restrained, and he couldn't sense that there was a person there after sweeping his spiritual sense.
"The Yin-Yang Fan is well-deserved. How did you discover it?"
The thin swordsman stepped out and came out from the corner. The voice of this man was a bit weird, hoarse and unpleasant, as if his vocal cords had been cut, and the sound he made was no better than a crow.
"Cang Pu's concealment technique is really unparalleled in the world."
With his back to the swordsman, Shen Changge squinted his eyes slightly, passed his hand over the stone box placed on the prison door, held the closed yin and yang fan, and stood up slowly. During the whole process, both the swordsman and Shen Changge's true qi were lifted tightly, and their spiritual consciousness was highly concentrated.
But no one was in a hurry to make a move.
Shen Changge turned around, saw the iron mask on the swordsman's face, and frowned slightly: "When did the strangers from Cangpu seek refuge with the tiger and seek refuge in Jintang?"
"Just like the chief disciple of Jiuxuanmen will have other identities, even strangers can't avoid these messy things." The swordsman's voice carried a natural irony, "Acacia and Sanskrit occupy the southeast, scattered Strangers have to find a big tree to take refuge in, isn't it normal to seek food?"
- The chief disciple of Jiuxuanmen has other identities.
Hearing what the swordsman meant, Shen Changge smiled indifferently.
The standing still swordsman suddenly withdrew and stepped back to the other side. The moment he dodged away, a cold light passed over the place where he was originally standing. The figure of Shen Changge standing upright on the prison door slowly dissipated—he appeared at the place where the swordsman was standing before, holding a closed folding fan in his hand.
There was no sign of a sudden attack on Shen Changge's face, he still had a smile on his face, holding a folding fan gracefully: "It's a pity, your vigilance is not low."
"Compared to Chief Jiuxuan, it's still far behind."
The swordsman lowered his head slightly, looking at his clothes that had been cut open in front of his chest. If he hadn't pulled back in time, his vitals would have been severely injured at this time.
Shen Changge opened the folding fan, and the bones of the fan, which looked like jade but not jade, faintly glowed with a faint gray light that the Jiuxuan people had never seen before, and the Tai Chi yin and yang on the fan surface also silently changed some subtle changes.
"It seems that the thing underneath is indeed the ancient emperor's talisman." The swordsman turned his head slightly and looked at the closed black iron gate. Make the world, wherever the talisman comes, the heaven, the earth, people and animals, follow everything."
This is an ancient event recorded in the "Bamboo Book" that happened in the late Chaos Era.
In the late Chaotic Era, the ancient emperors conquered each other in an attempt to unify the territory. Beginning with Emperor Ji of Northern Xinjiang, the ancient emperors began to forge emperor talismans that could summon all the people in their territory. Legend has it that the emperor's talisman contains the secret of the ancient emperor proclaiming himself emperor, and wherever the emperor's talisman goes, whether it is heaven, earth, mountains, or ghosts, people have to obey the ancient emperor's order.
But the ancient emperor talisman, which represented the supreme authority of the ancient emperor, suddenly disappeared from the world's vision after the establishment of the Wanxian Era. According to legend, the ancient emperor's talisman is closely related to the ancient emperor's soul, so with the fall of the ancient emperor, the emperor's amulet was also damaged and disintegrated. A poet who pursued the past once lamented this as "Anyone who knows the fate of heaven is against the side, how can he punish him?"
However, some people also speculated that the ancient emperor's talisman did not disappear because of the fall of the ancient emperor. The disappearance of the emperor's talisman should be related to the immortals and demons issued by the Wanxian Era, and it was also one of the causes of the original battle between immortals and demons.
Of course, those who believe that the Ancient Emperor Talisman implies the secret of the ancient emperor's title of emperor, they also believe that the last three ancient emperors in the Ten Thousand Immortals Era, the Three Emperors, were able to become emperors precisely because they obtained the ancient emperor amulet left over from the Chaos Era.
All kinds of legends cast a powerful and mysterious color on the Ancient Emperor Talisman tens of thousands of years ago, as well as the ancient majesty in that distant era.
However, right now, the swordsman wearing the iron mask, who had reached the lowest end of the Prisoner's Desolation Tower, said the words "the thing below is the Emperor's Talisman" in a very casual and light tone.
"This kind of thing, who knows?"
Shen Changge said with a smile, the folding fan in his hand glowed faintly.
Zheng—
The sound of metal collisions exploded at the bottom of the Prisoner's Tower, piercing and sharp.
The two chattered nonsense like normal people, teahouse guests usually chatted about trivial matters in the world, and they were still talking, and they fought each other in a blink of an eye. The long sword wrapped in cloth strips on the thin swordsman's back was shaken out at some point and held in his hand. It slashed down obliquely, drawing bright light and shadow.
Jian Guang was blocked by a Tai Chi Yin Yang seal.
When the Yin-Yang Tai Chi rays of light bloomed, a frivolous dagger flew out amidst the bright light, so fast that it almost twisted in the air, and went straight towards the swordsman. The dagger was as thin as a cicada's wing, and its whole body was translucent. It was unknown what kind of metal it was made of, and it was in front of the swordsman in an instant.
The sword, which was still extremely sharp just now, suddenly changed, the hilt gently turned around in the hand, the long sword was turned upside down, and a cold light burst out, also blocking the thin dagger.
After the dagger was knocked into the air, it did not fall to the ground. Instead, it flew obliquely in mid-air and rotated at an angle, drew an arc, and returned to Shen Changsinger.
In just a few breaths, Shen Changge and the swordsman fought again.
The long gown fluttered slightly, and the swordsman with the iron mask landed on the ground lightly. He just happened to stand where Shen Changge was standing just now. He fought back and forth twice, and he returned to his original position. But Shen Changge's figure disappeared, this time it became Shen Changge and disappeared into the deep darkness.
The swordsman laughed, his hoarse voice was just like the night owl passing by the mass grave in the middle of the night.
"It seems that if you want to get that thing, you really can't move."
He said, pressing his fingers on the edge of the sword, and slowly swipe down.
The sword edge cut the swordsman's finger, and the strange thing is that the blood that flowed out was not the blood red that ordinary people should have, but an uncomfortable purple color, just like being poisoned.
Shen Changge had also stood where the swordsman was standing just now.
At this time, a faint white smoke was rising from the ground.
——It turned out that Shen Changge's dagger just now was not his real means of attack. The sharp-looking yin and yang marks and the weird dagger were actually just covering up the poison under the cloth. Shen Changge poured poison into this area, and when he started, intentionally or unintentionally, he made the swordsman settle here.
I don't know what kind of poison he injected, but the swordsman's blood has changed color in the blink of an eye.
Shen Changge's figure seemed to melt into the darkness, leaving only the small stone box he put on the prison door.
Even though he had been poisoned, the swordsman still seemed unhurried. As his fingers wiped the edge of the sword, the long sword, which seemed to have nothing special at first, changed strangely.