Chapter 1247 Return to the Ancient Battlefield

"To be honest with you two, Zhou actually feels the same way."

Zhou Yiqiao followed Xu Hanchang's guess and expressed his own thoughts.

"After this strange ancient zither parasitized Zhou, although the attitude it conveyed to me was always positive messages such as harmonious coexistence and willing submission, Zhou could feel that this thing had been trying to defeat my will and make me a puppet of this strange object."

Zhou Yiqiao stared at Xu Hanchang and Qing Jimeng with a sharp gaze and said in a deep voice.

"You two, each of the four treasured places mentioned by the leader of the Yunyin Sect has a strange object hidden in it. If these objects are really related to the black-robed monks, their purpose may not be as simple as just wanting to kill us."

Xu Hanchang frowned and nodded in agreement.

"Brother Zhou is right. When I was searching the soul of the black-robed monk, every time I came into contact with information about magic weapons, instruments, and this mysterious realm, I could always feel that the secret technique that sealed this person would become stronger. It was as if he was deliberately guarding something."

Qing Jimeng frowned slightly, with a hint of anxiety in her tone.

"If these items are of great importance, we must act quickly."

“Once it falls into the hands of those black-robed monks, the consequences will be disastrous.”

After some discussion, Zhou Yiqiao, Xu Hanchang and Qing Jimeng all realized the seriousness of the matter.

The three of them agreed that each of the four treasure places mentioned by the leader of the Yunyin Sect contained a strange object similar to the guqin in Zhou Yiqiao's body.

Only after collecting all four treasures can they unlock the secret of this mysterious realm.

With a clear purpose, the three decided to set off immediately and return to the ancient battlefield where Qing Jimeng and others were originally supposed to go, to look for similar strange magical weapons.

Before leaving, Xu Hanchang stored up another sound transmission magic tool and gave it to the two disciples of Qinjian Villa who were following Zhou Yiqiao and were currently the only two alive and well.

"This mysterious and mysterious place is very strange and unusual. We must keep in touch at all times just in case."

"You two must be careful. If you encounter an emergency, immediately ask for help from us through this magic weapon."

"Remember, safety comes first, don't act recklessly."

The two took the sound transmission device, nodded solemnly, and watched Zhou Yiqiao and the other two leave in a hurry.

After the three of them left the hiding place of the disciples of Qinjian Villa, they, under the guidance of Qing Jimeng, drove their magic weapons and rushed towards the so-called ancient battlefield.

Several people knew that this matter was of great importance and had no intention of neglecting it. It only took them an hour to appear above the ancient battlefield.

Inside the ancient battlefield, the corpses of the Lord of the Bi Bo Mansion and many monks were still scattered everywhere. The air was filled with a faint smell of blood and decay, which intertwined with the desolate and old battlefield ruins around it to form a frightening picture.

Zhou Yiqiao, Xu Hanchang and Qing Jimeng slowly landed on a relatively flat open space, looking around for clues that might indicate the hiding of strange magical weapons.

After a thorough search, the three men finally found a long knife half buried in the ground among a pile of messy bones.

The entire body of the long sword was a strange dark red color, as if it had been stained with blood countless times. Ominous black air was flowing on the blade, as if there was life wriggling on the blade.

A dull black gem was inlaid on the hilt of the knife, which seemed to contain some unspeakable power.

The entire sword exudes a heart-pounding aura, and even in this dead silent ancient battlefield, it seems particularly abrupt.

With just one glance, the three of them determined that this was the mysterious magic weapon they were looking for.

Facing this dark red long sword that exuded an ominous aura, Zhou Yiqiao and Xu Hanchang looked at each other, and a hint of determination flashed in their eyes.

Both of them believed that since they had already been possessed by a strange magical weapon, it wouldn't matter if they had one more.

"Since my cultivation is the highest, I will be the one to try to touch this long sword."

Xu Hanchang said in a deep voice, he slowly took a step forward, preparing to further explore the long sword.

However, unexpectedly, when he was about to touch the cold blade, an inexplicable force suddenly surged out from the sword and gently pushed him away, as if rejecting his touch.

"Strange, why doesn't it react to me?"

Xu Hanchang frowned and said in surprise.

Seeing this, Zhou Yiqiao also tried to get closer to the long sword, but the result was the same as Xu Hanchang's. The long sword remained unmoved and just lay there quietly, emitting its disturbing aura.

When the two were at a loss, Qing Jimeng spoke.

"Perhaps, each person can only coexist with one strange magical weapon."

After Qing Jimeng finished speaking, Zhou Yiqiao and Xu Hanchang looked at each other, with a hint of realization in their eyes.

Although this speculation has not been confirmed, it seems particularly reasonable in this situation.

"In that case, I can only trouble Brother Qing to give it a try."

Zhou Yiqiao and Xu Hanchang both silently took a few steps back to make room for Qing Jimeng.

Qing Jimeng walked forward slowly, her palm lightly stroked the dark red long sword, and a pure spiritual power surged out from her palm and slowly poured into the blade.

The long sword seemed to respond to her power. The black gas on the sword began to rotate slowly, and eventually formed a small skeleton image, which swallowed up Qing Jimeng's spiritual power.

As time passed, the black gas on the long sword became thicker and thicker, and finally turned into a black beam of light, enveloping Qing Jimeng entirely.

Her figure was hazy in the black light, and one could only vaguely see a hint of pain on her face.

When the black light dissipated, Qing Jimeng's image underwent a drastic change.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind and her eyes flashed with a strange red light, as if containing endless magic power.

The long sword had disappeared, and instead, there was a dark red line on her arm, extending from the wrist to the shoulder, like a living snake, slowly wriggling under her skin.

Qing Jimeng raised her hand gently, and the dark red lines seemed to respond to her will, emitting a dangerous aura.

"I succeeded."

There was a hint of fatigue in Qing Jimeng's voice.

Zhou Yiqiao and the other man did not feel relieved when they saw this.

As the first people to be parasitized by the strange magical weapon, they naturally know what it feels like to constantly fight against the strange will after being parasitized.

At this moment, Qing Jimeng hurriedly controlled the strange long sword, and the state he showed obviously did not make the will in the long sword completely surrender.

"Junior sister, we are not in such a tight time frame. You may want to take a short break here and calm your mind before exploring further."

Xu Hanchang made a suggestion, but Qing Jimeng flatly refused.

"Time is running out. It's too late. Don't worry, if anything unexpected happens, I will freeze myself immediately."

Hearing Qing Jimeng's firm attitude, the two of them didn't want to force it and set off again, escaping towards the last treasure land.