Chapter 1252

He mentioned it twice, and He Lingchuan also became interested. This gap actually destroyed the original structure of the cave dwelling, or rather, it was a violent cut from the outside into the mountain belly, reopening a path to life for the entire cave dwelling.

Walking to the end along it, the three of them entered a huge grotto.

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

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

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

It was stuck in the wall along the trajectory of the gap; the sword body exposed outside alone was five zhang (sixteen meters) long, and the part inserted into the stone wall had to be calculated separately.

He Lingchuan had traveled far and wide, but it was his first time seeing such a huge precious sword.

What was even more eerie was that there were two skeletons nailed to the sword.

The years were long, and the skin and flesh had long since withered, but these two skeletons didn't look entirely like humans at first glance.

Although they also looked like they walked upright, one had horns on its head, and the other had a tail behind it.

Their heights were one zhang and one and a half zhang respectively; under the illumination of the fluorescent spores, the bones shone with the luster of brass, and even had a kind of oily, moist feeling.

Fu Liushan looked outside, then looked at the big sword, and made a gesture along the direction of the gap: "A sword came from outside the sky, cut open the mountain belly, stabbed into the cave dwelling, and directly nailed these two, two..."

What exactly were these two things? He had been catching monsters and ghosts for half his life and had never seen such things.

"Are they also corpse puppets?"

The other two said in unison: "No."

Dong Rui's gaze was glued to the wall, and his voice rose by two or three degrees: "Heavenly Demons! These are Heavenly Demons! They died a long time after being slashed; look at the gouge marks on the wall!"

"Heavenly Demons?"

He Lingchuan corrected: "That is, Heavenly Gods."

Fu Liushan's confusion increased rather than decreased, and he pointed to the sky: "These are Heavenly Gods? The high and mighty Heavenly Gods?"

"Yes." He Lingchuan gave him a definitive answer. "Heavenly Gods were once Heavenly Demons. Before the great disaster of heaven and earth, they once invaded the human world, and later they were driven back by immortals. Hmm, it seems this style of flying sword from outside the sky has some years on it, at least several thousand years."

At this point, his heart suddenly moved.

The style of this sword, especially the appearance of the hilt and the guard, why did it look more familiar the more he looked at it?

He Lingchuan jumped lightly onto the sword body and held up the fluorescent spores to shine on it.

The sword body was covered in dust, no longer shining.

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

Once, twice, three times, the sword body revealed its true face; although covered in green rust, there was a line of runes on the sword spine, the same as in He Lingchuan's memory.

He stroked lightly along the runes.

It was ancient immortal language.

The one who read this line was Fu Liushan: "Shou... An... Hong... Yuan?"

Dong Rui looked sideways: "You recognize it?"

"Ah, I recognize it." Family tradition, you know. "Who among those who use talismans and perform rituals doesn't have to learn these? So whose sword is this?"

"The leader of the Great Return Sect in the ancient period, Immortal Shouan." He Lingchuan replied. "He was one of the powerhouses who defeated the Heavenly Demons. At the Lingxu City auction three years ago, a piece of Immortal Shouan's sword tip sold for the sky-high price of 800,000 silver taels."

"800,000..." Fu Liushan was dumbfounded; 800,000 taels, how many lifetimes would it take him to spend it all? "Ten thousand, don't miss the ten thousand." Dong Rui glanced at him with disdain, looking at that unpromising appearance. "Hey, the one auctioned in Lingxu City, could it be the sword tip of this Hongyuan Sword?"

He just asked casually, but He Lingchuan nodded: "It's very likely it."

After he fed the Black Dragon scales to the Great Fang Hu, this sword was in the first dream he had. At that time, Immortal Shouan casually threw the sword into mid-air, and the Hongyuan Sword flew away on its own, its whereabouts unknown.

Neither Immortal Shouan's disciples nor He Lingchuan knew what he was doing.

Unexpectedly, three thousand years later, the answer was unexpectedly revealed here! He Lingchuan didn't know where Immortal Shouan threw the precious sword back then, but it must have been far from here.

Could that sword have flown across thousands of mountains and rivers, only to cut open the mountain and nail two Heavenly Demons to death?

What kind of cultivation was this?

What kind of power was this?

What kind of demeanor was this?

Just by imagining it, He Lingchuan felt dizzy.

Truly worthy of being Immortal Shouan, who stood at the peak of all immortals.

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

A sword tip is worth 800,000 taels, what about this half of the sword?

"Except for Lingxu City, nowhere else can sell for such an inflated price." He Lingchuan poured a basin of cold water on him. "Even if it's a divine object, having been stuck in a place of evil energy for thousands of years, it's now almost like scrap iron. I don't know how much it would cost to make it shine again."

So this thing now has at most commemorative value, no real use value.

Fu Liushan gave a dry laugh: "I was just saying. Let's go, let's get down to business."

Dong Rui also said: "These two divine bones have been air-dried for too long, their activity is lost, useless."

From here on, they officially entered the cave dwelling.

With Fu Liushan's acorn people exploring the way, the path they were taking now was still safe. He Lingchuan walked while still recalling the content of the Black Dragon dream in his mind.

A few moments before Immortal Shouan threw the flying sword, what did he say to his disciples? They seemed to mention a person's name.

So, what were the Heavenly Demons doing in this cave dwelling back then? The three walked into the depths of the underground palace, encountering several destroyed traps along the way, all the masterpieces of the acorn people.

Soon, they passed two dark rooms.

From far away, Ling Guang twitched its nose and sniffed twice: "Such a thick smell of blood, and the smell of rust."

Fu Liushan said: "The resentment floating in these two rooms is terrifyingly solid."

A Celestial Master's sensitivity to certain things was sharper than a dog's nose.

He Lingchuan raised the fluorescent spores to illuminate the two dark rooms.

Here, there were torture instruments everywhere.

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

The completeness of the variety was eye-opening and chilling.

On the tables, chairs, and floor, there were bloodstains that had solidified, turning into stubborn stains of varying depths.

"Interrogation room?" Ling Guang didn't understand. "What is the ghost setting up two interrogation rooms for?"

The torture instruments here are all for dealing with flesh and blood, right? "People suffer endless pain before they die, preferably dying in grievance, so it's easy to turn into evil ghosts and fierce ghosts." Fu Liushan picked up a sharp file to examine; there was still a broken fingernail left on it. "The Profound Lu Ghost King takes advantage of the new ghosts just formed, takes away a wisp of their soul energy to make soul lamps, and from then on can control them for its own use."

Ling Guang shivered. People tortured to death by the Profound Lu Ghost King actually had to work for their own enemy after turning into ghosts, endless and eternal. "This is too miserable, isn't it?"

No wonder the ghosts here were more ferocious than the next; it was truly psychological distortion.

The bell in Fu Liushan's arms suddenly rang, two weak sounds.

(End of chapter)