"It is rare for such a treasure to be seen in the Olympus divine realm to maintain its power for such a long time, to withstand the destruction of the broken destruction of the prehistoric sword." Xu Changqing showed a strange expression on his face, and he said to himself: "Is it the Thunder Scepter that represents the supreme power of the Olympus divine realm?"

According to Xu Changqing's understanding, before the ancient Olympus alien divine realm was broken with the prehistoric world, Zeus's thunder scepter was lost, which also caused the Olympus divine realm to start a great catastrophe. After that, after the remaining divine fire of the twelve main gods of Olympus, the Supreme God of the Holy Ruins worked together to imitate a thunder scepter in order to stabilize this lineage. As for the real Thunder scepter, no one knows its whereabouts. However, now it seems that the source of power to protect this small city built by the IUranos Temple from being completely destroyed is probably this foreign artifact that has been lost for many years.

Xu Changqing stepped into the temple and looked carefully. Soon he found a clue from the bottom of the center of the temple. Some original Olympus divine texts were engraved here. Because of the mysterious power's protection of the remains, the gravel and dust, most of these engravings were clear. Most of these divine texts were not very important, and most of them were praises to Uranus, but two places had quite meanings. One place was in the middle of the text, and the content was roughly the divine power returned to the sky, while the other place was at the end, with the words thunder and the sky. Although these two sentences were probably just praise words, after comparing the surrounding situation, it was enough to infer a general answer.

It’s a pity that due to the erosion of external forces, it is difficult to feel the traces of any power that existed here. Even the traces of spells cast by the people who destroyed this place cannot be seen at all. It can only be vaguely seen that the magic weapon and magic weapon they used are some sharp blades, and the location of these traces is like a kind of sword formation. Therefore, Xu Changqing guessed that the person who cast the spell to destroy the place and took away the treasure here is a sword immortal who is good at sword formations.

There are not many sects famous for sword immortals in Neimen Lingshan. The most famous one is naturally the Sword Sect of Daluo Tianlou Guandao. As for Xiao Luotian and Xiaoqing Weitian, there are several sects that are also quite famous Sword Immortal Sects. There are only a handful of Sword Immortals who are capable of setting up such a powerful sword formation by just one person. It seems that only the leader of Wanjianfeng, who was wiped out more than 20 years ago, could do it.

This Wanjian Peak is the only sect in Lingshan, the inner sect that specializes in practicing sword formation and is famous all over the world. Its mountain guard formation, the Yiyuan Restoration Formation, was praised many times by the heads of the Daluotian Sect, including the Palace Master of Yuxu Palace. It is considered to be the most perfectly restored ancient sword formation. The contemporary Wanjian Peak Sect has also repeatedly claimed that if he could control the Ten Thousand Immortal Swords at the same time, he would not hurt him even if the sect leaders of the nine major sects worked together to siege him. He boasted about it. Although the people of the nine major sects were extremely unhappy, because the sect leaders seemed to agree with this statement, there was no refutation, but instead showed a default state, so he regarded this statement as a fact. Wanjian Peak was therefore once a major sect in Xiao Luo Tianzhong, second only to the Qingyang Palace and other tens of thousands of years.

Unfortunately, when Wan Jianfeng, which claims to have the strongest sword formation, was broken from the front when its power reached its peak more than 20 years ago, he captured the mountain gate and wiped out his sect. The sect leader was also unknown and had nowhere to know. The person who did these things was either Xu Changqing's disciple Huangshan. Because of this incident, Huangshan became famous in Qingyang Palace and quickly took over Qingyang Palace. Moreover, there should be some reasons why Qingyang Palace can unify Daluotian so quickly.

"It seems that the leader of Wanjian Peak should not be dead. He took advantage of the time when the Wusheng Wasteland was calmed and fled to the 100,000 Demon Heaven. He accidentally discovered the abnormality here and took away the foreign artifacts placed here." Xu Changqing conjectured to himself, and couldn't help but frown and wondered: "The things here actually have some indirect relationship with me. So is it a coincidence that the coordinates of the Taoist Dharma were placed here, or is it done on purpose?"

Xu Changqing was suspicious by nature, and his pubic clone was good at thinking, which made him quickly discover some suspicious points that made him feel a little uneasy, but there were too few clues left here, which was not enough for him to infer other things. However, he did not intend to be so stubborn. Since the clues here could not make him infer more things, he put the matter aside for the time being and dealt with it later.

Now the biggest secret of this ruin has been known by Xu Changqing. Although it has no beginning or end, it pointed out a general direction for searching. His curiosity about this ruin has also weakened. He has no interest in staying here. After searching carefully around and confirming that there is no leftovers, he flew up, drilled into the clouds, drove the escape light, and found the direction of the power of the surrounding Zhuxian sword through the sword intent of Zhuxian and the fragments of Juexian swords, turning into a long rainbow pistol, and flew towards the other side.

Desolation is the only scenery of the entire lifeless wasteland. Although the land in the demon world can be said to be poor mountains and bad waters, even in the harsh environment, some living creatures can survive tenaciously. However, in this lifeless wasteland, there are no living creatures at all. The ground is dead and the water is dead water. If the wind did not swing the yellow sand and caused a little more movement here, even the air would be frozen by this dead atmosphere.

Li Bing stood indifferently in the wind and sand without using any spells, allowing the strong sand to blow the strong wind to hit the skin on his face, feeling a subtle pain for him, and his mind entered a state of emptiness. This was not the first time he led the caravan through the Wusheng Wasteland, but every time he entered the Wusheng Wasteland, he would involuntarily enter this inexplicable state. At first, he was not used to this feeling, but he felt that this state was not harmful to him, so he did not resist again. Now he has begun to like this state a little.

The sudden sound from behind woke Li Bing from this state of emptiness. He looked back, frowned slightly, and a hint of displeasure appeared. The caravan that was building the camp seemed to have had some trouble. Several boxes containing gold silk from Lu's specialty were blown down by the wind. Fortunately, the boxes were still solid and had not cracked, otherwise these boxes of goods would have been destroyed.

"Useless things, get out of the way! I'll do it!" Seeing that several subordinates had been fiddling for a long time but did not put the box back in the distance, Li Bing scolded impatiently, then walked forward, held a box with one hand, and easily put it back to its original place as if he was grabbing two leaves, and then tied the rope.

"Head, I have such a strong strength! I am worthy of being the head!" After seeing this, the subordinates around couldn't help but praise each other. Even the caravan manager pointed slightly and expressed his approval.

Although this golden silk looks thin and empty, it is actually extremely heavy. Silk of the same volume is a hundred times the weight of the same fine iron. It is impossible for ordinary people to use such items at all. Only those high-ranking practitioners will use this item to make robes.

In a certain aspect, Li Bing is also considered a cultivator, but he is a kind of inequality practitioner. In his eyes, these ordinary mortals are like ants, and in the eyes of those real immortals, he is also like ants.

Thinking of this, Li Bing couldn't help but smiled mockingly, waved his hand, and let his subordinates continue to do things. He found a place to shelter from the wind, and looked up at the sky. His open eyes passed through the hazy yellow sand and saw the meteors passing through the clouds above the yellow sand. He knew that those were not meteors, those that were his dreams, and once upon a time, he was also full of energy and thought that he would definitely be one of the heavenly beings who were flying in the clouds and passing through the starry sea. But the final reality was that even the realm of the golden elixir could not even enter, and he eventually had to leave the mountain gate and live a mortal life again. He couldn't help but wonder, if he had not left the mountain gate, if he formed a golden elixir and crossed the obstacles of immortals and mortals, would he become a meteor in the sky today?

"Husband, why are you sitting here? Everyone is waiting for you to give orders?" Just as Li Bing was thinking a lot, a graceful voice suddenly came over and pulled him out of his fantasy.

"Oh! I understand." Li Bing was not displeased because of being disturbed. Instead, his face showed a rare gentleness. He stood up and looked at the person with a silly arrogance.

The fantasy and hope that Li Bing was fascinated by before was already thrown away with the arrival of the person in front of him. Perhaps a few years ago when he left the mountain gate, he was thinking about how to improve his cultivation in the mortal world, work hard, fight again, return to the mountain gate, and become the tall immortal. But now he no longer has this idea at all. His heart has been filled with the people in front of him, and he can no longer tolerate other thoughts. It was not until today that he understood what it means to only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals.

The visitor had already walked to Li Bing's side, took off the cloak that was used to cover the wind and sand on his head, revealing his face under the cloak. The visitor was Li Bing's wife, Li Wang, and the deacon of the caravan guards. Although she did not look particularly beautiful, she was better than the beauty. In addition, she had more elegant reading throughout the years, making her look more noble and generous. If you think that Li Wang was just a weak woman from her appearance and temperament, then it would be a big mistake. Although Li Wang is not a practitioner, her family's martial arts are excellent martial arts methods, and her strength is only slightly worse than Li Bing among the entire caravan guards. If you are close, Li Bing is probably not his opponent.

"Look at you, you always don't pay attention to your image and just sit on the ground. Your identity is no longer an ordinary guard, but a deputy deacon." Li Wang came to her husband, frowned, reached out to pat the dust on his body, and nagged: "The deputy deacon should look like a deputy deacon. If those guys see you making trouble again, you should at least think about it for me..."
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