After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 1232: Flying Sword from the Sky
He mentioned it twice, and He Lingchuan also became interested.

This gap actually destroyed the original structure of the cave, or in other words, it was a violent cut into the mountain from the outside, opening up a new way for the entire cave.

Following it to the end, the three entered a huge cave.

Even though they were mentally prepared, the three of them were still stunned for a long time when they saw the scene in front of them.

"This, this..." Dong Rui's eyes widened, "This is outrageous!"

At the end of the gap, there was a big sword.

It was stuck into the wall along the path of the gap. The part of the sword exposed outside was five zhang (sixteen meters) long, and the part inserted into the stone wall was another count.

He Lingchuan had traveled all over the world, but this was the first time he had seen such a huge sword.

What’s even more bizarre is that there are two corpses nailed to the sword.

Due to age, the skin and flesh have dried up long ago, but the two corpses do not look completely human at first glance.

Although they also seem to walk upright, one has horns on its head and the other has a tail behind it.

They are ten feet and fifteen feet tall respectively. Under the illumination of the fluorescent spores, their bones shine with a brass luster and even feel oily.

Fu Liushan looked outside, then at the big sword, and gestured in the direction of the gap: "A sword came from the sky, cut through the mountain, pierced into the cave, and directly nailed these two, two..."

What on earth were these two? He had been catching demons and ghosts for half his life, and he had never seen anything like this.

“Is it also a corpse puppet?”

The other two said in unison: "No."

Dong Rui's eyes were glued to the wall, and his voice rose two or three degrees: "Demons! These are demons! They died a long time after being chopped. Look at the planing marks on the wall!"

"Demon?"

He Lingchuan corrected: "That is, the gods."

Fu Liushan's doubts grew, and he pointed to the sky: "Is this a god? The high and mighty god?"

"Yes." He Lingchuan gave him an affirmative answer, "The gods were once the demons. Before the catastrophe of heaven and earth, they invaded the human world and were later driven back by the immortals. Well, it seems that this type of flying sword from outer space has a long history, at least thousands of years ago."

Having said this, he suddenly had an idea.

The style of this sword, especially the hilt and tsuba, seems more and more familiar the more I look at it.

He Lingchuan leaped lightly onto the sword and shone the fluorescent spores over.

The sword is covered with dust and no longer shines.

He took out a piece of leather and wiped it repeatedly on the spine of the sword.

One, two, three times, the sword revealed its true appearance. Although it was covered with rust, there was a line of runes on the sword spine, just as He Lingchuan remembered.

He gently stroked along the rune.

It is the language of ancient immortals.

It was Fu Liushan who read out these words: "First... shore... Hong... Yuan?"

Dong Rui glanced sideways: "Do you recognize him?"

"Ah, I recognize it." The family has this knowledge. "Who who practices the art of drawing talismans must learn this? So whose sword is this?"

"The leader of the Dahuan Sect in ancient times, the Immortal Shou'an." He Lingchuan replied, "He was one of the strong men who defeated the demon. Three years ago at the Lingxu City auction, a piece of the Immortal Shou'an's sword was sold for a sky-high price of 800,000 taels of silver."

"Eighty..." Fu Liushan was speechless. How many lifetimes would it take him to spend eight hundred thousand taels?
"Ten thousand, don't miss the ten thousand." Dong Rui glanced at him with disdain, looking at his useless look, "Hey, what Lingxu City is auctioning, could it be the sword head of this Hongyuan Sword?"

He just asked casually, but He Lingchuan nodded: "It is very likely this."

After he fed the black dragon scales to Dafanghu, the sword appeared in his first dream. At that time, Master Shouan threw the sword into the air, and the Hongyuan Sword flew away on its own, disappearing to an unknown location.

Neither the disciples of Shou'an Immortal nor He Lingchuan knew what he was doing.

I didn’t expect that three thousand years later, the answer was unexpectedly revealed here!
He Lingchuan didn't know where the immortal Shou'an threw the sword that year, but he thought it must be far away from here.

Could it be that the sword flew across thousands of mountains and rivers before splitting the mountain and nailing the two demons to death?

What kind of cultivation is this?

How powerful is this?

What kind of style is this?

He Lingchuan felt dizzy just by imagining it.

He is truly worthy of being the first immortal standing at the top of all immortals.

Fu Liushan's eyes lit up: "If I pull this sword out, how much can it sell for?"

The sword head alone is worth 800,000 taels, what about the majority of the sword?

"Except for Lingxu City, no other place can sell it for such an inflated price." He Lingchuan poured cold water on his head, "Even if it is a divine object, it has been stuck in the evil land for thousands of years. Now it is almost like scrap metal. I don't know how much it will cost to make it shine again."

So this thing now has at most a commemorative value, but no real practical value.

Fu Liushan laughed dryly: "That's what I said. Let's go and do business."

Dong Rui also said: "These two divine bones have been dried for too long, and their vitality has been lost. They are useless."

From here on, they officially entered the cave.

With Fu Liushan's acorn man leading the way, the path they were taking was relatively safe. As He Lingchuan walked, he was still recalling the contents of the black dragon's dream.

What did the Immortal Shou'an say to his disciples a few breaths before he threw the flying sword?
They seemed to mention a name.

So, what was the devil doing in this cave back then?
The three of them walked deeper into the underground palace and encountered several destroyed traps on the way, all of which were the work of the Acorn Man.

Soon, they passed two dark rooms.

From a distance, Lingguang sniffed twice: "It smells very strong of blood and rust."

Fu Liushan said, "The resentment floating in these two rooms is so condensed that it is a bit scary."

The Heavenly Master's sensitivity to certain things is sharper than a dog's nose.

He Lingchuan held up the fluorescent spores, illuminating two dark rooms.

There are torture instruments everywhere here.

To be precise, they were used torture instruments, many of which were still stained with black.

The variety of products is both eye-opening and chilling.

The blood had solidified on the table, chairs, and floor, turning into stubborn stains of varying depths.

"Torture room?" Lingguang was puzzled. "Why would a ghost set up two torture rooms?"

The torture instruments here are all for use against flesh and blood, right?
"People suffer a lot before they die, and it's best if they die in suffocation, so that they can easily turn into evil ghosts or fierce ghosts." Fu Liushan picked up a sharp file and examined it. There was still a broken nail on it. "The Ghost King Xuanlu took away a strand of their soul energy when the new ghosts were just formed and made it into a soul lamp. From then on, he can control them for his own use."

Lingguang shuddered. The person who was tortured to death by the Ghost King Xuanlu actually had to work for his enemy after becoming a ghost, forever. "Isn't this too miserable?"

No wonder the ghosts here are more vicious than each other, they are really mentally twisted.

The bell in Fu Liushan's arms suddenly rang twice, weakly.

(End of this chapter)