"The magic weapon is as expected."
Xie Duanyang took a deep breath, as if he wanted to swallow the murderous aura that filled the air.
The true energy in his body, which was formed by the nameless magic formula, seemed to be internal force but not internal force, and seemed to be magic power but not magic power, circulated.
Because of the "Seven Ghost Soul-Eating Technique", Xie Duanyang has long been aware of the internal power of the world, the power of spiritual practice, and his own flesh and blood essence.
They are not as incompatible as they seem.
But this matter involves the fundamentals of spiritual practice, so Xie Duanyang almost didn’t let Taixu Mirror try to deduce too much and called it a day.
But obviously, the master who created "The Seven Kills of the White Tiger" has profound attainments in this matter.
"Putting it in a spiritual world with rich aura, it might allow mortals to practice and rival high-level monks."
Xie Duanyang thought this in his heart, watching the pale white light spread along the palm of his hand to the military standard horizontal sword.
Then, the length and width should be slightly changed according to Xie Duanyang's wishes.
Just chop it a few times at will, and you will feel that the lightness, weight, etc. are all in line with your heart.
This is another wonderful use of the "White Tiger's Seven Kills"!
Nowadays, in the world of cultivation, the exercises for improving mana, external magic powers, methods for refining magic weapons, etc. are all separated independently.
But the "Seven Kills of the White Tiger" are different. All kinds of wonderful methods are contained in one secret.
It seems to be much more complicated than ordinary exercises, but once practiced, body protection spells and other techniques can be accomplished overnight.
The completed body-protecting magic weapon is known as the "Ruyi Divine Weapon", and it is also slightly different from the monk's magic weapon.
Now, Xie Duanyang uses this method to temporarily add it to the ordinary soldier in his hand.
Fortunately, he has extraordinary attainments in weapon refining, otherwise he would definitely not be able to do this with his current level of cultivation, which can only be said to be shallow.
"However, after fighting here for several years, I think I should be able to refine it before challenging the final boss!"
Feeling the murderous and evil spirit that was almost rising into the sky, Xie Duanyang thought without sadness or joy.
Ten years is definitely not a short period of time for a mortal who has never practiced spiritual practice.
It is enough to make a little pawn who has just joined the army grow into an unparalleled general who has returned from hundreds of battles.
It can also determine the outcome of the war between the two countries.
Outside the capital, the common people lined the streets to welcome the victorious soldiers, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.
Xie Duanyang, who was sitting high on the five-flowered horse, was not affected by it at all. He just held the sword across his knees and quietly used his true energy to cultivate this divine weapon.
After ten years of fighting, his appearance and temperament have become much more mature.
But these are not the only changes.
Thirty-six battles, I can’t remember how many small battles there were.
The slight lack of experience in fighting skills was completely made up for.
Moreover, when he fought with others in the past, he usually made all preparations before using magic weapons, spiritual beasts, formations and other foreign objects to pile the opponent to death.
But in order to obtain the inheritance of the "Seven Kills of the White Tiger", these foreign objects can only interfere with one's own understanding.
Because we are in the illusion, even if we die, we will only lose a ray of spiritual energy.
Xie Duanyang did not use any other means except his sword skills.
Now, his whole body is filled with an extremely pure and cold aura.
If other monks were to see him, they would immediately think of him as a pure swordsman who has nothing but the sword in his palm.
Without it, the two temperaments are too close.
"It's a pity that such a wonderful place for practice must leave soon."
Xie Duanyang sighed slightly in his heart.
Not only is it close to the time he planned in advance, it’s time to go to that wonderful appointment.
More importantly, after ten years of killing, he has accumulated enough, and he only needs the last bit of inspiration to transform into a dragon.
There is no useful feedback simply on the battlefield, and it’s time to challenge the gatekeeper boss.
Thinking in his heart, Xie Duanyang's murderous aura completely disappeared, and he was as silent as wood and stone.
At night.
The moon is as bright as water.
Xie Duanyang walked out of the Zheshe Mansion where he was awarded a reward, neither riding a horse nor performing Qinggong.
Just step by step, we headed towards Sitiantai under the jurisdiction of Qintian Prison.
The situation ten thousand years ago was very different from that of Tiannan in later generations, but it was somewhat similar to that of the Jin Dynasty.
From time to time, monks joined the imperial court and were granted the title of Immortal Official.
Although there is no grade, it is very noble.
Those who are qualified to receive this status are not just ordinary Qi practitioners. They must be elites in foundation building.
As for the old monster Yuanying, although he may take action during the national war due to interests, he will not be so deeply involved with the secular world of the imperial court.
The most they can do is send out one or two golden elixir monks who are nearing their end of life and have no promising future, to serve as so-called national teachers in various countries.
And when Xie Duanyang had the idea of challenging the final boss, the Seven Kills Monument locked the corresponding target for him.
He is an immortal official in Qin Tian Prison.
Xie Duanyang’s whereabouts are undisguised, and he is not an unknown person.
Not long after Fang Fang left the house, he attracted a lot of attention.
Xie Duanyang ignored the inquiries from outsiders and simply blew them away.
But if someone rushes again, they even try to block the way.
Xie Duanyang was not merciful, he just used his palm as a knife to kill them into pieces, increasing his own murderous aura.
By the time they arrived at the Qintian Prison, they had already lost about a hundred lives, and the murderous intent that had been hidden was completely released.
"Originally, I wanted to wait for you to grow more before I collected it.
Since you are so anxious to die, that’s up to you!”
The monk seemed not surprised by Xie Duanyang's arrival, and fell down from the Tongtian Tower in the wind.
The cultivation level that was originally only in the middle stage of foundation building suddenly soared, reaching the peak in the later stage, which is also the so-called fake elixir realm.
Hearing what he said, Xie Duanyang raised his eyebrows slightly.
Obviously, the game of Seven Kills Monument is not just as simple as it seems. There is another reason behind it, and it may even be something that really happened.
But now, he has no inquiring thoughts, he just wants to kill the enemy in front of him and complete the mission.
The Qintianjian monks are ancient cultivators and are very different from the monks of later generations.
He didn't see any magic weapon being released. He just waved his hand and scattered, and dozens of talismans and several times the amount of beans flew out of his hand.
The spiritual light circulated, and the talisman turned into a doll several feet tall as soon as it landed, holding swords, guns, swords and halberds of various colors in its hands.
As for those bright beans, they rolled on the spot and turned into thirty-six puppet demon gods, two feet tall.
Although they are bare-handed, you can see how powerful they are by looking at the gold and silver light on their bodies.
Regardless of whether it is a talisman puppet or a gold and silver puppet, the aura fluctuations on Dou's body are not inferior to those of a high-grade magic weapon.
Seeing this, Xie Duanyang knew it.
No matter what tricks the opponent uses, they must have mastered a secret technique similar to the "Dayan Jue" to strengthen their spiritual consciousness, otherwise they will never be able to command them like an arm and a finger.
The puppets and puppets all shot out together, which was equivalent to dozens of magic weapons being blasted out at the same time. It simply exceeded the limit that a foundation-building monk should have.
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