Zhang Yan passed through halls and halls, passing through several observation pavilions. Along the way, he didn't encounter any more restrictions.
Halfway up the mountain, they arrived in front of the last hall on the mountain path. Between the mountains, the sea of clouds surged, relaxing and faintly discernible. Although they had already reached an extremely high point, they were still two mountains away from the highest peak.
This mountain peak was protected by restrictions. If there was no path, Zhang Yan couldn't just fly around, in case he triggered some formation.
While he was searching, his eyes swept across and saw that there was a plankway staircase between the mountain walls. It seemed to lead to another mountain ridge. He couldn't help but smile. He leaped up and flew along the steep narrow path.
When he passed this place, all he could see were caves and caves. The number of caves were arranged according to the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. It was very orderly.
Zhang Yan had once stayed in the lower courtyard, so he was familiar with this scene. He thought to himself, "This should be the place where the lower disciples of the Yaoyin Sect used to live. It seems that the halls we saw when we came here are where the lower courtyard of the Yaoyin Sect is located."
In just a moment, he saw the end of the plankway. He followed the path and turned left. Suddenly, he saw a giant stone that was a hundred feet in front of him. However, it was heavy at the top and light at the bottom. It seemed like if someone pushed it from behind, it would collapse.
Zhang Yan saw that this place seemed to be a dead end. He raised his eyebrows and went around the back of the giant stone. Sure enough, on the stone wall behind it, there were two caves that were about a thousand feet deep. He could vaguely see the light from the other side.
He smiled. His feet didn't touch the ground as he flew in. After a while, the sky was bright. He squinted his eyes and landed on the ground.
This place should be halfway up the second peak. The land was flat and open, surrounded by countless lush trees.
There was a three-cave mountain gate with flying eaves and a statue of a Demon Dragon climbing on the roof. It looked fierce. In front of the gate, there was a cypress tree that was so thick that it would take ten people to wrap their arms around it.
Going straight up the mountain path, one could see an octagonal pagoda in the distance.
With Zhang Yan's eyesight, he could even see the sapphire glazed tiles covering it. It seemed to be draped in a layer of bright yellow cloth, and under the eaves hung a copper bat bell. In his heart, he secretly thought that such a shape, in a sect, was probably not an ordinary place.
Stomping his feet, he turned into a wisp of green smoke and passed through the mountain gate, flying along the mountain path. Almost instantly, they arrived at the foot of the tower.
Only then did he see that the octagonal pagoda had sixteen floors, all built with polished jade, and the bottom was surrounded by jade railings.
Zhang Yan stepped on the void and slowly floated over. He noticed that the way in and out was also paved with jade slabs. It was engraved with patterns of turtles and cranes, as well as patterns of auspicious clouds. A Restriction Profound Stele was erected in front of the pagoda, and a star diagram could be vaguely seen on it. However, it was already badly damaged. It should have been broken by someone using brute force not long ago.
Hearing that there seemed to be human voices, the moment Zhang Yan landed, he stepped inside.
After entering, he was surprised to find that there were actually dozens of cultivators in different attire sitting cross-legged facing the wall, and all of them seemed to be circulating their mana. What were they refining?
He looked up and saw that on the walls of the pagoda, there were rows of shrines, and every one of them had a magical artifact. All of them emitted light, and all of them were dazzling. After a rough look, there were probably more than three hundred of them.
In his heart, he immediately understood. This pagoda was probably where the Yaoyin Clan disciples placed their magical artifacts, and it might even be the place where they refined artifacts in the past.
However, every single one of the treasures was sealed by a restrictive technique. As such, each of the cultivators had chosen one and were working hard to refine it.
Zhang Yan was one of the top ten disciples of the Qincang School, and he even had a few True Artifacts. His vision was very high, so he naturally wasn't interested in these magical artifacts. However, this was only the first floor of the pagoda. This pagoda had a total of sixteen floors, and there might be more up there. His heart moved, and he didn't look at these people as he walked up.
The dozens of cultivators below let out a sigh of relief when they saw him go up.
Most of these people were at the first or second level of the Mystic Light Realm. Although Zhang Yan had changed his appearance, his cultivation was still there. Just Now, he gave them a lot of pressure when he came in.
Almost everyone's back was stiff, and they didn't dare to look back.
Zhang Yan moved rather quickly. After passing through nine floors in a row, he discovered that all of them were ordinary magic tools, which were no different from the first floor. Moreover, there were more than ten cultivators circulating their magic power to refine the restrictions on each floor.
When he walked up, one of them coincidentally obtained a magical artifact, and joy appeared in his eyes. However, he didn't have time to be happy for long. He saw a cultivator next to him also succeed, and his expression changed drastically. He then quickly ran toward another magical artifact that he had his eyes on. Only after he took that spot would he be able to relax.
When Zhang Yan reached the fourteenth floor, he saw the Spiritual Artifacts on the shrine platforms around him Just Now.
He looked around and saw that there weren't many cultivators here compared to below. There were only a few people, but what caught his attention was that there were a few empty shrines. The magic treasures were long gone. Looking at the traces, it was obvious that someone had taken them not long ago.
When Zhang Yan came up, the Mystic Light Realm cultivator closest to him saw wisps of smoke dancing around him and knew that he was a Core Formation Cultivator. His expression changed slightly, and he didn't dare to look at him for too long before turning his head back.
At this moment, Zhang Yan suddenly heard a voice coming from the upper floor. However, the voice was very casual and seemed to be very relaxed.
When he walked up, all the cultivators he saw were working hard to refine the restrictions, but the people on the upper floor were so relaxed and even had the mood to talk. It was obvious that they didn't care about these magical artifacts at all. They were undoubtedly disciples of big sects.
He walked up the stairs, and when he reached the fifteenth floor, he saw more than ten cultivators standing together. There were both males and females, and they were pointing at a magical artifact that looked like a jade flute. His gaze turned and he was surprised. He thought to himself, "Why is Fang Zhenlu here as well? He came here many days earlier than me. I thought he would have already reached the first peak by now. "
Actually, a month ago, when the treasure light of the Qing Tong Mountain appeared, although the formation door had already appeared, no one dared to go in recklessly. It was only when the various sects used secret techniques to find out what was inside that they dared to go in boldly Only now did they dare to go in. Because of this, they were delayed for a few days. Actually, most people had only entered here one or two days earlier than Zhang Yan.
Moreover, there were many restrictions at the foot of the mountain. The reason why Zhang Yan didn't encounter any on his way here was because the people who went in first had already broken them.
Therefore, the speed of the journey naturally couldn't be faster, which was why they met here.
Fang Zhenlu laughed loudly and said, "Brother Kang is a talented disciple of the Shaoqing Sect. It shouldn't be hard for him to break the restrictions here!"
A young Daoist wearing a green robe didn't say much. He laughed and a sword light suddenly flashed. Everyone looked at it and saw that the restriction on the shrine platform had been broken in an instant. They all praised.
The young Daoist pointed and said with a smile, "What does Senior Brother Fang think of I's swordsmanship?"
Fang Zhenlu revealed a look of admiration and said, "Good." However, there was a hint of disapproval in his eyes. Obviously, he didn't think it was anything great.
The young Daoist smiled lightly. He reached in and gently plucked the jade flute, splitting it into two.
Everyone's expression changed. Even Fang Zhenlu's expression froze and he was shocked!
This person used a sword light to not only break the restrictions, but also cut the magic treasure inside in half!
All of them had the same thought in their hearts. If this sword slashed down towards them, then who amongst the people here would be able to resist it?
Above the pavilion, there were two beautiful and graceful female crowns. At this time, their mouths were slightly open, and even the way they looked at Senior Martial Brother Kang had changed a bit.
Fang Zhenlu was, after all, a disciple of a major sect. After a brief moment of absent-mindedness, he regained his composure and said, "Senior Brother Kang's flying sword is so sharp, you must have refined that 'Killing Sword'."
Brother Kang nodded and admitted, "You have a good eye, Senior Brother Fang. Among the three Shaoqing lineages, only the Killing Sword suits my taste!"
Zhang Yan saw it clearly from the side. As someone who was also proficient in the flying sword, only he could see the profundity of the other party's sword. He thought, So this person is a disciple of the Shaoqing sect. No wonder he's so high-profile.
Fang Zhenlu suddenly said, "Brother Kang, speaking of the flying sword, one of the top ten disciples of my sect, Junior Brother Zhang Yan, is also proficient in it. Have you heard of him?"
Senior Brother Kang's interest was immediately piqued. "Oh? Is it that Fellow Daoist Zhang Yan who split his Qi into sixteen swords and achieved first-grade Core Formation? "
Fang Zhenlu nodded and said, "That's right."
Brother Kang was silent for a moment and suddenly sighed.
Fang Zhenlu was surprised and said, "Why is senior brother sighing?"
Brother Kang said with pity, "I think it's a pity that such a genius isn't under our Shaoqing lineage. He doesn't know the method to nurture the Sword Pill. No matter how talented he is, he probably won't be able to cultivate the flying sword technique to such a high level."
Fang Zhenlu smiled meaningfully and said, "Isn't the Shaoqing sect's method open to everyone?"
Brother Kang raised his eyebrows and said loudly, "That's right. There's nothing about our Shaoqing technique that can't be told to others. If Fellow Daoist Zhang wants to see it, then come. However, he needs to be able to pass the flying swords of my senior and junior brothers."
When Fang Zhenlu heard that, he just smiled and passed it by.
Shaoqing Sect had always made it clear that those who were interested in their technique could come to the mountain gate for a while. They only needed to defeat the disciple guarding the mountain gate.
However, ever since Shaoqing took the position of the number one sect in Xuanmen, there were very few who had the guts to come to the mountain gate for a sword duel.
Not mentioning a thousand years ago, in these thousand years, Nanhua Sect's Daoist Feiju was one, and Qincang School's Luo Qichen was another. However, none of them really entered the mountain gate. They only sparred with their sword techniques outside the mountain and obtained a draw before returning.
At this moment, Brother Kang pointed to the front and said to Fang Zhenlu, "Senior Brother Fang, look at that Dharma treasure. It's not bad, why don't you take it and take a look?"
Fang Zhenlu looked over and saw that it was a hammer-shaped Dharma treasure. He couldn't help but frown. He knew that the other party was secretly competing with him.
He was one of the top ten disciples of Qincang School. In terms of status in the sect, he was even above Kang Tong. He didn't want to lose the reputation of Qincang School in front of him. He smiled coolly and said, "Alright, Brother Kang, please wait for a moment. I'll bring it over."
Fang Zhenlu stood in front of the restriction and thought to himself, "Just now, Kang Tong showed such a method. I can't be weaker than him."
He was also a quick-witted person. After thinking for a while, he came up with an idea.
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