Chapter 13755: Mountains fall when you rely on them, water dries up when you rely on it

In front of the mountain gate, several disciples with serious expressions and swords in hand stood guard day and night to stop anyone who wanted to approach.

The reason why Xuan Tianzi was so cautious was that he used the unique calculation technique of Xuan Tian Temple to glimpse the horror of the dispute that was about to sweep across the Dazhen Dynasty. When the result of the calculation appeared in front of him, he was frightened to the point of paleness and trembling all over.

He knew very well that behind this dispute was a competition among the interests of all parties, and if he was not careful, he would be doomed.

In order to protect the safety of the disciples of Xuantian Temple, and to pass on the thousand-year-old Taoist tradition in the temple, he decided to retreat to heal his wounds, while keeping Xuantian Temple out of the matter temporarily and avoiding this bloody storm.

Although such a decision may be misunderstood by the outside world, or even regarded as cowardice, in Xuan Tianzi's view, protecting the disciples and inheritance in the temple is the most important thing at the moment.

The mountain wind whistled, blowing through the corner tower of Xuantian Temple, making a humming sound. The clouds and mist still permeated, tightly wrapping Xuantian Temple, as if to completely isolate it from the disputes in the outside world. Under this seemingly calm appearance, no one knew what fate Xuantian Temple would face after this dispute ended.

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To the east of Wangzhou, close to Dongzhou, there is a stretch of rolling mountains. Although these mountains are not as majestic and magnificent as the famous Demon Mountains, there are often wisps of mist lingering between the peaks, as if covered with a mysterious veil, revealing a mysterious atmosphere.

This place is shrouded in thick miasma all year round. The mist is filled with a pungent smell. If you inhale it carelessly, you will feel dizzy and weak in your limbs. For ordinary warriors, this pervasive miasma alone is an insurmountable obstacle, and they cannot set foot here at all.

In addition, over the years, people have not found any rare resources here, nor have they explored any traces of the mysterious secret realm. Therefore, the temple has no interest in this area and has not even sent a supervisor.

In this mysterious mountain, only some casual cultivators with miserable life stories roam around here.

They have no powerful sect to back them up, nor can they enter resource-rich areas that are strictly controlled by major forces. In order to improve their own strength and find a glimmer of survival, they can only bite the bullet and take risks in this dangerous place.

However, this place is too dangerous, and not many independent cultivators come here to adventure.

At this moment, Ling Xiao stood tall on the top of a mountain that towered into the clouds. The mountain breeze blew wildly, making his clothes whistle.

In front of him, an old scroll was slowly floating, and the pattern on the scroll was looming, revealing a mysterious power. Ling Xiao frowned, and his eyes revealed a trace of anxiety. This painting gave him a headache.

With Ling Xiao's strength, the miasma naturally could not pose a threat to him. But he never expected that in this deserted place, there was actually a legacy left by the Sword and Blade Twins. According to ancient records, this legacy might be the key to activating the Twins Gate and awakening the power of the Sword and Blade Twins.

Just as Ling Xiao was thinking, with a "swoosh" sound, the painting that was originally floating in front of him returned to the magic needle space in Ling Xiao's body in an instant like a flash of lightning.

"No, Brother Hua!" Ling Xiao's eyes widened and he shouted helplessly, "I'm asking you to lead the way, why are you hiding?"

Recalling his experiences during this period, Ling Xiao couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He followed the painting across thousands of mountains and rivers, and the tens of thousands of miles of travel made him physically and mentally exhausted. He was about to find the inheritance of the Sword and Blade Demons, but at this critical moment, the painting suddenly hid. How could he not feel depressed?

However, no matter how Ling Xiao called out, the scroll was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response at all. Ling Xiao sighed helplessly, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart. On this road of pursuing inheritance, it seems that nothing can be relied on, and in the end he still has to rely on himself.

"If you rely on the mountain, the mountain will fall; if you rely on the water, the water will dry up." Ling Xiao murmured in a low voice, but his eyes showed a firmness, "But I must find the inheritance of the Sword and Blade Demons!"

Ling Xiao knew very well that opening the Double Evil Gate would bring him huge benefits.

Once he succeeds, he will not only have a pair of powerful backers, which will provide him with an extra layer of protection in this world where the strong prey on the weak, but more importantly, the two evil swordsmen are unrivaled masters in the art of martial arts. They can give him guidance and help him go further on the road of martial arts and reach higher peaks.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao took a deep breath, looked firmly at the forest shrouded in miasma, and took a step forward resolutely.

In a flash, Ling Xiao's aura seemed to be condensed by an invisible force, becoming as thick as a substance. The spiritual power under his feet was like a raging volcano, boiling and surging in an instant, spewing out dazzling rays of light, which intertwined and entangled with each other, like a chain of dazzling stars.

At the same time, a sharp and piercing whistling sound that seemed to tear the void suddenly sounded. The sound carried with it endless power, and the surrounding air was shaken.

At this moment, Ling Xiao's figure was like a flash of lightning that pierced the sky, carrying with it a surge of spiritual power, and disappeared at a dizzying speed. Only a faint spiritual power fluctuation remained in the air, as if telling of his departure.

Just look for it, there's nothing to complain about.

Soon, Ling Xiao used his ghostly skills, stepped lightly, and entered the vast, mysterious mountains as quickly and silently as a wisp of green smoke. This place seemed to be cast under a spell of stillness, and the surroundings were so quiet that it was eerie.

There was not a trace of breeze, and the leaves that should have been swaying in the wind were now motionless, as if they were frozen in the picture.

There was deathly silence between the mountains. There was neither the terrifying roar of monsters nor the cheerful chirping of birds. There was only the thick and pungent miasma, like a boundless, airtight invisible net, which tightly enveloped the entire mountain range, making people feel as if they were in a chaotic world isolated from the outside world.

An hour passed in a flash, and Ling Xiao drew a graceful arc in the air, like a black meteor, and landed steadily on a mountaintop that towered into the clouds and pierced the sky. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he could not wait to cast his eyes towards the mountains in front of him that were tightly wrapped by miasma.

His brows knitted tightly together, as if they were about to be twisted into a knot. During this hour, he used all his strength to mobilize his spiritual consciousness, which was like a surging, unstoppable tide, spreading out in all directions without reservation. (End of this chapter)