The Yuxu Immortal Cauldron hanging above Feng Bingwen laughed loudly, and the fairy light emitted from his body turned into a twelve-story ancient tower covered with golden divine patterns.
Ancient, barbaric, bloody, murderous, sacred, and many other strange atmospheres are mixed into this fairy weapon, creating a unique aura.
At this moment, this piece of ancient immortal energy is like a glutton that doesn't know what to protect, sucking up the essence of the big Kun's skeleton that has been cut off of all the rancid flesh and blood, leaving only the skeleton.
As the skeleton of the big Kun gradually turned into ashes and dispersed, the already dazzling ancient immortal artifact once again gained a hazy luster and became even more crystal clear, as if it were carved from precious jade.
"It's not my chance, it's this tower's chance!"
Feng Bingwen replied, the scene in front of him was a bit unexpected. Originally, this ancient immortal weapon could not keep up with his pace, but now it seems that he was wrong.
"What's the difference? Isn't this little guy yours?"
Yuxu Immortal Cauldron floated up and down on Feng Bingwen's head, his tone revealing a bit of interest.
As a psychic artifact, his attitude towards the magical artifact in Feng Bingwen's hand was like treating a young child who was just learning to walk.
Even though this immortal artifact may have been cast and formed earlier than him, the ranking of immortal artifacts generally depends on the time at which their spirituality was conceived and formed, as well as their spiritual strength.
In this regard, Yuxu Immortal Cauldron definitely has the qualifications to overlook the ancient sword tower. After all, this ancient immortal weapon does not even have a complete will. It can only convey vague consciousness and cannot communicate smoothly with the monks.
comminicate.
As for those magic weapons that have not even been born with spirituality, in the eyes of Yuxu Immortal Cauldron, they are not even considered as human beings, they are just dead objects.
There are many ways to make a magic weapon give birth to spirituality and develop a complete will, including years of training and baptism, and careful maintenance by the user. Of course, the simplest and crudest one is to improve its grade.
Originally, Feng Bingwen had no intention of doing anything with this ancient sword tower. Although he had the Book of Heaven in hand, he had to invest his limited resources in the most appropriate position.
As a monk, he naturally has to put his own cultivation first. Feng Bingwen plans to accumulate enough good deeds in his current state, and then turn them into foundation in one fell swoop when he is about to break through to the Earth Immortal Fruit Stage.
He is not prepared to invest resources in an immortal weapon. No matter how good the immortal weapon is, it is still a foreign object. When he can quickly improve his cultivation, there is no need to spread his energy in this area.
If he is unable to move forward for a long period of time, he can start refining it and find ways to improve the level of the fairy magic weapon in his hand and enhance his own combat power.
"What you said is true, but what I look forward to is to quickly improve the opportunities I have accumulated in my current realm."
Feng Bingwen nodded, which was regarded as acknowledgment of the Yuxu Immortal Cauldron. This benefit fell on the immortal weapon, just like it fell on him.
"How do you know there isn't the opportunity you want here?"
Feng Bingwen received this reminder and immediately looked around with bright eyes. He couldn't see the edges, only saw vast mountains, vast plains, and undulating hills.
"Then what are you waiting for here? When they let you in, they didn't ask you to behave like a guest!"
Yuxu Immortal Cauldron encouraged that he could not see clearly or understand what was happening in front of him, but he could not abandon Feng Bingwen and ignore it, so he could only use Feng Bingwen's perspective to take a good look at this world.
If the netherworld is formed, even if it is just a small netherworld, Taishangdao cannot stay out of the matter and ignore it. After all, the power involved is too great and must be supervised to prevent some people from taking advantage of it to make profits. If reincarnation is chaotic, then
The harm to humankind is simply immeasurable.
Feng Bingwen was brought in at this time, probably because of similar considerations. Those old antiques from Netherworld Dao may understand that this matter cannot be done safely, and Taishang Dao must be introduced, otherwise other Immortal Sects will not ignore it.
"Rush up!"
Hearing the encouraging tone, Feng Bingwen rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything. He stepped on a sword light, then dragged the ancient sword tower that he had eaten and drank obediently back to his hands, and headed towards the earth.
Swooping down below.
hold head high!
A long neighing sound sounded, and then a long nose with a black and crystal luster was thrown from the bottom of the earth, like a toppled sky pillar, smashed down by the wind.
Clang!
The Demon-Slaying Sword turned into a thousand-foot-long sword and soared into the sky. With one stroke, the sword grew on the dark sky pillar, making the sound of gold and stone hitting each other. Feng Bingwen looked along the proboscis and saw
Among the dark mountains, a huge elephant with stiff limbs and shriveled body was staring directly at him.
"White Jade Holy Elephant!"
Looking at the giant statue that could knock down mountains as it walked, with a faint jade luster and six ivory tusks on both sides of its nose, Feng Bingwen recognized its origin at a glance.
This clan has a close relationship with Buddhism. Many Buddhist virtuous people, including Bodhisattvas and Arhats, like to catch a white jade holy elephant as a mount, and their love for it is second only to the golden lion.
With the favor of Buddhism, this clan can be said to have a relatively good life compared to other ancient alien species. Although they are often denounced as the lackeys of Buddhism, they have received real benefits.
However, the holy elephant in front of us is not as nourished as other members of the same species who are still alive in the world. I don’t know where the Netherworld and Dao got its corpse from, and buried it in this underworld, so that its corpse could be born again.
Out of spiritual wisdom.
Of course, this has nothing to do with Feng Bingwen. He doesn't care about this kind of thing. With the size of Netherworld Dao, it would not be surprising to bury hundreds of thousands of corpses with mythical blood. They have such
Qualifications and sufficient capital.
At this moment, Feng Bingwen was just happy to see the hunter's heart. The level of the ancient sword tower in his hand had increased. It was easy to say that he only needed to hunt down those relics whose bloodline was strong enough.
But in terms of the current atmosphere and environment of the world, it is not easy to hunt down a powerful enough mythical relic. Killing is very simple, but how to deal with it after killing? This is the most important thing. If you are not careful, you will...
Cause disputes and bloody conflicts.
But at this moment, looking at these mythical relics that were buried in the underworld and then crawled out of the earth again, the original scruples naturally disappeared.
cut!
Feng Bingwen pinched the sword technique with his hand, and his eyes shone brightly. The ancient sword tower, which had just eaten and drank enough, also bloomed with unprecedented sharp sword energy, assisting Feng Bingwen to once again lay down a killing force that soared into the sky.
Sword killing formation.
A magic sword with a length of only three feet appeared. Under the blessing of the kendo magic circle, it instantly turned into a ten-foot-long giant sword. It shot towards the roaring white jade holy elephant and sealed it.
Everywhere there is a possible direction of escape.
Although this white jade holy elephant did not want to escape, but wanted to fight Feng Bingwen to death and devour his blood and essence.
This is enough to show that the recovery of this holy elephant did not take too long, and its intelligence may not even be as good as that of a seven or eight-year-old human child.
It was precisely because of this that he followed his instincts. After seeing Feng Bingwen, a living creature, he couldn't wait to launch an attack. He refused to retreat and went straight to the point of not seeing the situation clearly at all.
But Feng Bingwen likes these simple dead souls very much. They don't do much, they don't say a word of nonsense. And they won't run away even if they are beaten to death.
This would save him a lot of time. As we all know, defeating and killing are not the same difficulty. The latter is several times more difficult than the former.
"Hahaha!"
Accompanied by slightly excited laughter, the white jade holy elephant, whose physical toughness is comparable to the golden body of the Arhat in Buddhism, finally left behind enough blood to fill a lake, and it was like pushing a golden mountain toppling a jade pillar.
Lying down.
Then, during the fight just now, the ancient sword tower, which could be said to have tried its best to assist, turned into a sword light, rushed to the corpse of the white jade elephant, and swallowed the remaining essence in it, and the light it bloomed suddenly changed.
It got a little more intense.
Seeing that the power of the ancient immortal weapon in his hand was further enhanced, Feng Bingwen felt relieved, but he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
After all, although he had such a rich harvest after going through two battles, there was almost no danger to him. It was no different from picking it up for free. Such a great benefit was picked up so easily.
, which made him feel a little uneasy.
Therefore, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but worry about gains and losses.
"I have beheaded two, no, three powerful Yin corpses, but I still kept them clean so that they would never have a chance to resurrect. This is a bit too much. Will the Netherworld tolerate me staying here anymore?
Here?"
"Why are you thinking so much? I'll continue to kill you. Even if I have to drive you away, I still have to get enough benefits. I can't come here in vain!"
Yuxu Immortal Cauldron does not think it is the way.
"You are right, I should seize the time now and not waste it!"
After the thought fell, Feng Bingwen followed the ancient sword tower, whose spirituality had also slightly increased, to communicate.
"Don't chew it slowly. Chew it in big gulps and save it. After you go out, you can digest it slowly. I will take you to hunt more Inferi first."
Buzz!
After receiving Feng Bingwen's order, the ancient sword tower immediately began to tremble, and circles of glorious light bloomed from it. If you take a closer look, you can find that there are wisps of sword energy as thin as an ox hair.
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"Don't get angry with me. I don't have so much time for you to waste here. If you want to eat more, just be obedient!"
Feng Bingwen carefully felt the emotions conveyed by this ancient fairy weapon, and then frowned and said.
This fairy weapon is indeed old enough, but it suffered too much damage in the ancient wars and was broken into pieces. Now after being recast, the spirit that was born is like a young child, with a certain
Such a small amount of willfulness.
Of course, as an immortal weapon, the spirituality bred by him is relatively obedient. As long as Feng Bingwen's attitude is a little tougher, he will naturally be subdued.
"Walk!"
Feng Bingwen caught the ancient pagoda where the sword energy continued to escape, and conveyed to him the idea of "I'm too full, give me some time to digest", and looked towards the distant mountains that looked pitch black under the gray sky.
Go in the middle.
This is a massacre!
At least in the eyes of Lian Zhan Lianjie's Feng Bingwen, he couldn't even take a look at those weak ghosts. Even if he took action and wiped them away, there would be no benefit at all. After all, this was not the human world.
The terrain here is slightly special. As long as the Yin Qi accumulates more intensely, many Yin spirits and ghosts will naturally be born.
However, Feng Bingwen held the idea of looking for opportunities and accumulating information, and soon changed when he found a cold corpse.
"Little Feng, something is wrong!"
When Feng Bingwen stood in front of the corpse with bright robes and a faint layer of Dharma light, and kept looking at it, the thoughts conveyed by the Yuxu Immortal Cauldron hanging above his head became a little solemn.
"There's something wrong. If I'm not mistaken, this seems to be a disciple of Netherworld Dao!"
"Remove the seeming, this is the disciple of Netherworld Dao. There are traces left after the operation of Netherworld Dao's method in his body, and his soul has been broken!"
"What's going on here?"
After confirming this, Feng Bingwen frowned tightly, and a sense of crisis naturally arose.
Even though the previous scene was terrifying, Feng Bingwen, who had seen similar scenes, didn't think anything of it at all. There were so many tricks that powerful people could play, so he was not surprised at all.
But now, it's different. A Netherworld disciple who was still alive not long ago died tragically here. This is completely different from the nature of the death of thousands of Yin spirits who were washed away by the Yin Qi waterfall before.
Yes, it is so cruel, even thousands of Yin spirits can't compare to a monk who has achieved a little success.
The powerful man opened the experimental field and instantly caused thousands of ghost souls to fly away. Even if this matter spread, no one would say anything. But if it kills the disciples, haha, then it is not a problem of poor reputation.
.
Let's put it this way, even the demonic sects that regard human life as nothing but trivial matters will also explicitly prohibit advanced monks from bullying weak and weak monks. Whether it can be strictly enforced is another matter, but this is a taboo for all sects.
"You take two more steps forward!"
Yuxu Immortal Cauldron reminded, Feng Bingwen did as he said, and then his expression suddenly became more solemn, because he saw more corpses, some of which had more complicated clothing patterns, and obviously had a higher status.
.
"I said, senior, we should go!"
When something went wrong, Feng Bingwen made a quick decision and prepared to run away.