Chapter 901: Heavenly Craftsmanship Atlas!

After Elder Qingxuan's iron-blooded rectification for nearly half a day, the Sword Sect gradually settled down and no one dared to cause trouble.

The only thing that made him regretful was that after the battle between Ye Chen and Ling Xuanzi, the Sword Sect was damaged too much, especially the first peak, which was almost penetrated, and it was not easy to repair it.

Soon, night fell.

On the ninth peak, Gu Quan, Li Kang and others stood quietly in the darkness, looking at the peak of Ye Wushuang from time to time.

There, there were two similar figures, and from time to time there were a few comfortable laughs.

After the second brother Li Kang retracted his gaze, he couldn't help but say: "I really didn't expect that the eldest brother of the younger brother was so powerful. Today was like a dream."

"Yes, you don't know that the moment Elder Qingxuan was captured, I even thought that we were doomed..."

The eldest brother Gu Quan was still in shock, and then said with awe: "Fortunately, Ye Shangxian came at the critical moment. It can be said that he is the lifesaver of all of us!"

The other few people also looked fortunate. It was really thrilling to describe what happened today.

As the few people were talking, Hua Ling on the side suddenly said nervously: "Big brother, I just seemed to hear Ye Shangxian and the younger brother talking about a woman named Ning Ruolan. Will it be..."

She actually wanted to say whether the woman named Ning Ruolan was Ye Wushuang's woman or something like that.

But as soon as the words came to her lips, she found that several brothers were looking at her with ambiguous faces, and her face flushed.

"Oh, our little sister seems to be thinking about love..." said the eldest brother Gu Quan with a half-smile.

"More than thinking about love!"

The second brother Li Kang winked and said, "I think she is eager to see you and salivating..."

"Go to hell!"

"Eldest brother, second brother, you are all bullying me..."

"Hahaha..."

In the quiet night, a burst of fighting sounds like stringed instruments, moistening things silently with the spring wind.

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"Brother, I had to break my sword to protect my sister-in-law and others. I thought I was dead at that time..."

"After that, I woke up and found myself in a sect called Wanjian Pavilion in Kunlun Ruins. It was also an old man named Wanjian Lao Ren who saved me..."

At the top of the ninth peak, Ye Wushuang, dressed in white, stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, facing the cold wind and telling Ye Chen about his experience of coming to Kunlun Ruins.

"Wanjian Pavilion? Wanjian Old Man?"

Ye Chen was suddenly enlightened when he heard this. The Wanjian Old Man he was talking about was obviously the old beggar on a donkey who had taken Wushuang away.

Thinking of this, he was a little puzzled and could not help but slowly said: "Then how did you come to this Sword Sect later?"

"Because Wanjian Pavilion was destroyed!"

Ye Wushuang gradually exuded a hint of coldness, and his eyes were faintly covered with frost: "Half a month after I woke up in Wanjian Pavilion, the Xiao family, one of the twelve ancient clans, launched a large-scale attack on Wanjian Pavilion."

Ye Chen nodded secretly.

This was similar to what he learned from Shi Qianhan. On that day, he went to Han Country to look for Xixi, and met Shi Qianhan on the way back, and happened to meet the warriors of the Xiao family.

It was also at that time that he learned that the Xiao family had destroyed Wanjian Pavilion. It seems that before he went to Han Country, Ye Wushuang had arrived at Wanjian Pavilion, and the time was just right.

Ye Chen frowned slightly: "Why did the Xiao family want to destroy the Wanjian Pavilion?"

As one of the twelve ancient clans, the Xiao family is superior to the Wanjian Pavilion in terms of both background and status. It is reasonable to say that there is no need to fight against a sect so violently, and to kill all of them.

"That day, the Xiao family wanted to force their way into the Wanjian Pavilion under the pretext that the Wanjian Pavilion had kidnapped the Xiao family's disciples. In fact, this was just a false charge and a plan to destroy Guo!"

Ye Wushuang's eyes turned cold: "What they really want is the Tiangong Atlas that the Wanjian Pavilion has treasured for thousands of years!"

As soon as the voice fell, a gray bag suddenly shot out from his sleeves, a bit like a sling, with a small opening.

However, under Ye Chen's perception, it was found that it was not a magical tool like a storage bag, but rather made of an animal's skin, which could be large or small.

Ye Wushuang took out a green scroll and said, "Brother, this is the Tiangong Tulu!"

"Huh?"

Ye Chen's eyes were full of surprise: "It's actually a scroll? People from Wanjian Pavilion know how to make scrolls?"

The so-called scroll is something used by the cultivation world to memorize information, a bit like the books that ordinary people talk about.

However, unlike books, the scroll does not record the most direct words and patterns, but the cultivator uses his spiritual sense to imprint the memory on the scroll.

In other words, the scroll is actually a carrier of memory, and only people who are proficient in spiritual power can read it.

"I don't know about this either!"

Ye Wushuang also looked puzzled: "Wanjian Pavilion practices martial arts, but the thousand-year-old inheritance is spiritual memory. As far as I know, Wanjian Pavilion has been passed down to this day, and has not been able to crack the secret of Tiangong Tulu."

"That's interesting!"

Ye Chen took it, held the two ends of the scroll with both hands and pressed them against his forehead, urging his spiritual sense to read the information on the scroll.

After a few seconds, he slowly put down the scroll in his hand, his expression changing constantly, as if he was digesting the memories in his mind.

Seeing that his expression was not right, Ye Wushuang couldn't help but ask: "Brother, what's wrong?"

"It's not unfair that Wanjian Pavilion was destroyed!"

Ye Chen shook his head slightly and frowned, saying: "Once this thing is spread out, it will definitely set off a huge storm in Kunlun Ruins!"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but look at Ye Wushuang: "It is recorded in the Tiangong Atlas that a thousand years ago, a group of people called the Tiangong clan built a magical ship. According to the record, this ship can cross the void and reach the other side of the starry sky!"

Even though he was knowledgeable, he was shocked when he saw it. He was not shocked by the ship that could cross the void, but by the fact that there was such a capable person on this earth.

"Brother, what you mean is that this Tiangong Atlas is the structural drawing of the ship?" Ye Wushuang was moved.

"Yes!"

Ye Chen nodded slightly, and he couldn't help but wonder if the ghost ship was also made by the Tiangong clan.

If so, then things began to become a little confused again. After all, it stands to reason that the ancient ship should lead to the ancient world, and the Wanjian Pavilion on the earth has something to do with the ancient world.

The Tiangong Atlas records that this group of Tiangong people left the earth on the ship they built.

Did they go to the ancient world?

Or the unknown ancient road in the starry sky?

In connection with the information he got from Su Qilin's soul, he couldn't help but become curious about what the catastrophe was five hundred years ago.

According to Su Qilin's memory, the catastrophe five hundred years ago caused the saints to almost perish, or choose reincarnation, or choose to sleep.

But more beings and forces are trying to leave the earth.

Just like the Tiangong clan, they built a divine ship in advance and left the earth when they expected the catastrophe to come!

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(ps: There are only two chapters today, my brain is a little stuck, let me sort out the outline, and try to update as much as possible tomorrow, mainly because this book has two million words, and the outline set before has been written!)