However, there is no hurry right now. The thousands of spiritual swords in the spiritual domain of Immortal Mansion Master Cheng Yu, including the Heavenly Material Sword, are currently within the control of Jing Ke.
Wang Ling thought about handing over the other spiritual swords to the country, leaving only the Heavenly Material Sword and giving it to Luo Pang to study carefully.
He always felt that the material of this spiritual sword was very special... maybe it was not as simple as he imagined.
As everyone expected, there are many strange magic weapons in Cheng Yu's inner universe. The treasures here are no less than the equipment that exploded all over the ground when General Yi captured the old devil, both in terms of quantity and quality.
In terms of quality... Moreover, there are many precious treasures that Lord Thunder-Throwing Master has searched from the official website of the Cultural Relics Bureau, and they are all national treasure-level magic weapons that are floating around.
The reason why a national treasure-level magic weapon is called a national treasure is not simply based on the strength of the magic weapon. Every national treasure-level magic weapon has a story that makes people sing and cry, and promotes the traditional virtues of society.
Among the many magic weapons Cheng Yu collected, the most top-notch national treasure-level magic weapon was actually a box of exquisitely packaged matchboxes.
"What is this?" This matchbox made everyone stunned.
The Dharma King took out the matchbox and took a look. He found that there were no matches inside, but the entire matchbox was very delicate. The box made of spiritual wood was inlaid with metal lace on all sides, making it look like a top-notch work of art.
Lord Throwing Thunder looked at the matchbox and suddenly said: "Have you heard of the story of "The Girl Who Sold Little Matches"?"
Everyone suddenly realized, oh...it turned out to be the story of "The Little Match Girl"...
etc!
What Lord Throwing Thunder just said seems to be about selling girls... small matches?
Damn it! What the hell is this?
"This is a true story that was circulated in the past. There was a match that became a spirit and sold little girls on the street on Thanksgiving Day. It caused public outrage at the time." Zhenjun Grenade sighed.
He said with a breath.
Someone asked: "What happened next?"
Lord Throwing Thunder: "This little match who abducted girls was burned to death in the street."
Everyone: "..."
Lord Throwing Thunder held the matchbox and said: "So, this matchbox was actually specially made by the skilled craftsmen of the year. We use this incident as a warning to call on the society to care for young children and reject human trafficking! Reject child abuse and mutilation!"
Everyone: "..."
Hearing this story, Cheng Yu, the master of the Immortal Mansion, knelt on the ground and trembled, feeling terrified.
This matchbox was collected when he attacked other dark faction forces. Even he didn't know the specific origin. However, it helped him get through many difficulties. There was a time when Cheng was in his most difficult time.
Yu remembered that he had stayed in a matchbox for a while to avoid being chased by his enemies.
"Oh, by the way!" Suddenly, Lord Throwing Thunder thought of something: "This matchbox actually has a storage effect, but when it was originally designed, the original intention was not to use the matchbox as a storage space.
"
As he spoke, the Thunder-Throwing Lord injected spiritual power into the matchbox. In an instant, the small matchbox suddenly grew in size and turned into a rectangular holding space, which was enough to accommodate a person.
"So, the original intention of this matchbox design is..."
"This is the coffin board specially customized by the craftsman back then for that match spirit." Lord Throwing Thunder said while holding his chin.
Cheng Yu: "..."
Everyone: "..."
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At the same time, the time outside is fixed at ten o'clock in the evening.
Just about 2 hours ago, the Xiuzhen Police Station in the Sanyuan Road area of Dongshi received a report from the public and discovered that there was a broken space here.
Sanyuan Road, which was originally deserted, was surrounded by numerous police cars. Centered on the space tunnel blasted open by Wang Ling's gathered power of the Sky Eye, the police set up a long cordon outside.
A group of police officers were standing more than ten meters away from the broken space wall. The energy fluctuations coming from the broken space wall were too strong, and no one dared to approach.
"Are the people from the anti-explosion force here?" Director Yu from the police station has already arrived to direct the task at the scene.
"People from the anti-explosion force are on the way." A young police officer is reporting on his work. He only has the golden elixir stage and dare not approach the broken space wall at all. The energy inside is too fierce. He feels that if he gets closer,
, will be torn apart by the surging spiritual energy!
In the distance, a black commercial car drove up and was stopped by the police at the intersection. The police stopped the car, saw the sky blue number plate with a government license plate, and quickly walked to the driver's window and said respectfully
He saluted: "Comrade, there was an accident ahead. Please take a detour."
Zhao Kai rolled down the car window and poked his head forward: "Brother, can I ask, what is going on?"
The policeman replied in a low voice: "The report received from the masses two hours ago said that there was a broken space wall in front. Now the spiritual energy in the space wall is surging, and no one dares to get close. The explosion-proof troops will be here soon..."
"Okay, thank you brother!"
Zhao Kai nodded, then closed the car window and turned his gaze to Zhuo Yi behind him: "Master, what should we do now?"
Zhuo Oi touched his chin and looked at him: "Are you sure that you ordered Zhenren and the others to come down from this position before?"
Zhao Kai nodded fiercely, like a chicken pecking at rice: "It must be here, it can't be wrong! Master!"
Zhuo Oi crossed his arms and his face suddenly darkened: "..." Now he thought with his buttocks and knew that this broken space wall must have been shattered by your ancestor!
However, Zhuo Ou knew very well that whenever his master took action, it must be justified! Before, he seemed to have heard Zhenjun Dü Lei mention something about the Immortal Palace of a dark faction, so Zhuo Qi guessed that this time the master ordered the real person to come
When you go to the winter market, you must come here for this reason.
So to sum up, Zhuo Yi guesses that there are probably two situations happening right now.
First, the master broke the space wall and entered the world inside, but the matter was not settled yet, so he had not had time to come out. This is the most likely situation.
Second, Master is in trouble and can't get out. Of course, Zhuo Yi thinks the probability of this happening is one in ten thousand... it's almost impossible to happen.
Therefore, the situation was already obvious. He had to find a way to hold back the police and block the news before it was announced to the media until Master and the others completely evacuated from the winter market.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Yi waved his hand and asked Zhao Kai to roll down the window.
Next to the car, the policeman from before was still standing: "Does this comrade need help with anything else?"
Zhao Kai grinned and looked at the policeman: "Our leader is very interested in this matter, and he might be able to help in some way. Please tell me, brother, to inform your chief."
"Leader? Which leader is it..." The police officer's expression suddenly became nervous. He lowered his lower body very carefully and quietly glanced at the back of the car with his peripheral vision. After seeing Zhuo Yi's face, he suddenly broke down in cold sweat.
It was impossible for him not to recognize this popular person under Secretary Dakang...