The spear in Wutian's hand also began to tremble, and the black and red demonic energy rolled on the gun, and the solemn intention and the sword intention were in conflict without losing any trace.

Zhang Mingxuan grabbed the Qingping Sword, reached out and knocked it on the sword, and said angrily: "Quiet! Don't be so impulsive. They are all good friends, don't act so violently."

Qingping Sword was beaten in Zhang Mingxuan's hand, and Qingping immediately cursed in the sword: "Your uncle, where did you come from such a fierce guy? Who wants to be friends with it?"

Wutian looked at the long sword in Zhang Mingxuan's hand and said with a smile: "This is the famous Qingping Sword, right?! It's really extraordinary."

Zhang Mingxuan was not calm, nor was he stupid. Naturally, he knew that the spear that could make Qingping Jian react like this must be extraordinary, and his palms were slightly sweating.

Zhang Mingxuan held the Qingping Sword tightly and said with a smile: "Buddha, where does this spear that looks very handsome, come from?"

Wutian said: "The name of the gun is a god-killing!"

Zhang Mingxuan exclaimed: "God-killing Gun?"

Wutian raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know?"

Zhang Mingxuan shook his head quickly and said, "No, no! I just think this name is particularly domineering."

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." Wu Tian handed the God-killing Spear to Zhang Mingxuan.

Zhang Mingxuan said in surprise: "Give it to me?"

Wutian nodded, with a strange look in his eyes. He didn't understand why Lord Demon Ancestor wanted to give the God-killing Spear to Zhang Mingxuan. Could it be that there is any connection between them?

Zhang Mingxuan shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, no! This is the God-killing Spear, it's so precious!"

"Hold it!" Zhang Mingxuan subconsciously held the gun.

Wutian let go and said, "Take it with you, and you can save your life at critical moments." After that, Wutian's figure disappeared and left very casually.

Zhang Mingxuan, who was standing by the river, felt dizzy in his mind. Everything in the world became so unreal. I went down to catch a fish, and suddenly someone gave him a god-killing gun?! When did the innate treasure become so worthless?

Zhang Mingxuan was confused for a moment, with one hand, the God-killing Spear and the other hand, the Qingping Sword, and his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot and appeared in his room on the hanging island.

Zhang Mingxuan knocked on Qingping's sword and said softly: "Master, are you still here?"

The voice of the leader of Tongtian Sect came from Qingping Sword: "You haven't been angry to death yet!"

Zhang Mingxuan was stunned and said aggrievedly: "Master, you said this to hurt your apprentice's heart. Have you ever seen me as a homeless and obedient apprentice? I never quarrel with others, let alone fight with others! Although there are some minor frictions occasionally, others are bullying me!"

"Haha~" A sneer from the leader of Tongtian's sect sounded from the Qingping Sword. Do you think of those things as small friction?

The leader of Tongtian said, "Tell me! What "small" friction will be there this time?"

Zhang Mingxuan hurriedly said, "By the way, Wu Tian from the Demon World just gave me a long spear, called the God-killing Spear! What do you think of this?"

The leader of Tongtian paused for a moment and said lightly: "I give it to you, just keep it!"

Zhang Mingxuan said in confusion: "Is that all?"

"What? Do you still want to give me a gift?"

Zhang Mingxuan was startled and shook his head repeatedly. This is a god-killing gun! I can't get back.

Qingping's sword slammed and hung directly on the wall. It was obvious that the leader of Tongtian had left.

In the Biyou Palace thirty-three days away, the head of Tongtian Sect sat cross-legged on the cloud bed and said to himself: "The God-killing Spear is the stem of the Chaos Green Lotus. In terms of attacking power, the Pangu Banner transformed by the Pangu Axe Blade. How could such a treasure Luohu be easily given to Zhang Mingxuan? What is his plan?"

A trace of evil light flashed in the eyes of the Master Tongtian Sect. I hope you don’t go too far, otherwise I wouldn’t mind going to the Demon Realm and gaining some insight into the Demon Ancestor’s methods.

In the room on the hanging island, Zhang Mingxuan sat on a chair, looked at the god-killing gun standing in front of him, and asked tentatively: "Do you have a spirit of weapon?"

A blurry phantom appeared on the God-killing Gun. A young man in blue dress bowed respectfully to Zhang Mingxuan and said, "The God-killing Gun has seen the young master!"

Zhang Mingxuan smiled and said, "Hello, hello!"

Zhang Mingxuan paused for a moment and asked, "By the way, why did Wutian give you to me?"

The young man in green said respectfully: "Master, you will be in danger, Master, please come and protect you."

The very respectful tone made Zhang Mingxuan feel flattered and glanced at the Qingping Sword on the wall. It was also a super magic weapon, and his attitude was very different!

Zhang Mingxuan straightened his back, coughed, and said with a smile on his face: "Don't be so polite, everyone comes into the door. By the way, who is your master? Is it Wuyuan?"

The young man in green shook his head and said, "No, the master's name is unspeakable, you will naturally know it in the future."

Zhang Mingxuan looked at the respectful and humble God-killing Gun weapon spirit, and no matter how he looked, he was much more cute than Qingping.

Since he didn't want to say it, Zhang Mingxuan didn't force himself to ask, and said with a warm smile on his face: "Then just find a place to live in! You're welcome, treat this place as your own home."

The God of Killer glanced at the room that was barely walled. What's so polite about this? If I had such a home, I would have demolished it long ago.

The spear buzzed and flew onto the wall, inlaid into the wall like a hot knife cutting oil, looking like a work of art, adding a bit of charm to the room.

Zhang Mingxuan secretly stumbled on his tongue. This god killer still has an artistic cell?

Zhang Mingxuan smiled and said, "You are all top magic weapons in the world. Please communicate well and get along with each other in a friendly manner. I'll leave first."

After saying that, Zhang Mingxuan turned around and walked out of the room.

"Great sends you to the young master!" The voice of the god-killing sounded.

Zhang Mingxuan enjoyed it for a moment, closed the door with a smile on his face, leaving Qingping Sword and God Killing Spear in the room.

Qingping's figure emerged from the sword, looked at the God-killing Spear, and shouted without hesitation: "Come out!"

The figure of the God-killing God also emerged from the gun, with a smile on his face and said, "What? Are you going to fight?"

Qingping said with a serious expression: "What did you do? What is your purpose?"

The God Killer said, "It's not already said that I'll protect him."

"Why? What's the reason?"

"How can I know why? Do we have room for resistance after the master arranged this way?"

Qingping snorted coldly and said, "Don't let me see any bad behaviors you have, otherwise I will definitely throw you into the boundless chaos and will never return."

The God Killer sneered and said, "It's up to you?" The figure sank into the God Killer Gun, obviously not taking Qingping Sword's words to heart.

Qingping snorted coldly, and sank into the sword body, and the room fell into silence.

In Tianmen Mountain, Zhang Mingxuan does nothing, travels around the mountains and rivers every day, and is free and easy.

Ananda, Kashyapa, was not so relaxed.

In a room, Ananda and Kashyapa looked tired and sat opposite him.

Ananda said angrily: "It's all because of your idea that hundreds of millions of Buddhist believers in the prehistoric world criticized Zhang Mingxuan online, told him his fictional stories, and slandered the Buddha.

Now it has caused my Buddhist reputation to collapse, and I am despised like a rat crossing the street on the Internet, becoming a joke in the eyes of all living beings."

Kashyapa said angrily: "Isn't this the result of our discussion together? You agree too."

Ananda raised the cell phone in his hand and said seriously: "This is your attention. I follow your orders. There are recordings here."

"I..." Kashyapa was so angry that he almost spit out an old blood.bdshare();
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