The young man has an indifferent expression, is dressed in gold clothes, and has an ordinary face, but he reveals a sense of coldness and arrogance.
In the world of cultivation, those with powerful magic weapons are derived from weapon spirits, and their spiritual wisdom is like that of humans.
The magic weapon is immortal and the spirit of the weapon is immortal.
Qin Xuan looked at this young man. As the weapon spirit of Tianxiao Pavilion, this young man's longevity was so strong that it was terrifying.
One hundred thousand years ago, Han Xiao entered the forbidden land of the Northern Wilderness. Now, one hundred thousand years have passed, and not only the great power of Hedao, but also the Supreme Mahayana will decay.
But the Tianxiao Pavilion weapon spirit is still intact.
"You hurt Huantian!" The young man said quietly, and his voice seemed to come from all directions.
Although the voice was ruthless, like a cold machine, a hint of surprise could be heard in his words.
The golden elixir realm can actually hurt the Supreme Thought.
It was too unbelievable. At least, I had never seen such an unbelievable scene in my whole life following the birth of this young man.
Qin Xuan looked at the weapon spirit of Tianxiao Pavilion indifferently, "I hurt his supreme thoughts, but he is the Mahayana Supreme after all. He has even survived three tribulations. Time, you and I only have half a stick of incense and it is already the limit!"
A Tianxiao Pavilion weapon spirit is nothing more than a bird in a cage. Even the Mahayana Supreme Qin Xuan does not take it seriously, let alone this Tianxiao Pavilion weapon spirit.
The young man looked at Qin Xuan without moving his eyes and fell into silence.
"As I expected, now on the ninth floor of Tianxiao Pavilion, you are no longer your master Han Xiao, right?" Qin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "For a hundred thousand years, you have been trapped in this secret territory, and you have been trapped by the gourd.
The mountain lock body is suppressed by the Supreme Thought. Although you are the weapon spirit of Tianxiao Pavilion, you must not even be able to control Tianxiao Pavilion like that guy on the ninth floor."
When the young man heard this, he looked at Qin Xuan, took a few breaths, and nodded slightly.
"I'm here to negotiate a deal with you and give you a chance of life!" Qin Xuan said slowly: "I will destroy Huantian, avenge your master, and free you from trouble."
After the words fell, the young man's eyes trembled slightly and he was no longer calm.
"You can't do it!"
"He is the Supreme, you will die!"
The young man uttered two sentences succinctly. One was about golden elixir, but he was talking about destroying the supreme being. How ridiculous.
I thought that its owner, Han Xiaodu, was eventually defeated by the Huantian Supreme, fell into this secret realm, and fell into death.
Qin Xuan smiled softly, "This is not your concern!"
"You only need to know that I, Mie Huantian, will help you get out of trouble! As a price, I want you to join the Tianyun Sect, and you must be controlled once!"
Qin Xuan looked at the young man with indifferent eyes.
After all, it is a powerful and important treasure of the fourth grade. Although it is a weapon spirit, it is also a very proud person.
It can be seen from the fact that he has been suppressed by Huantian Supreme Thought for 100,000 years without giving in. However, Qin Xuan has already considered it in his heart.
Although the weapon spirit is proud, it has been suppressed for a hundred thousand years and understands how difficult it is to escape from this place.
Once Huantian gains power, it will completely become a magic weapon in Huantian's hands and be controlled by the enemy.
For Qin Xuan, although the fourth-grade powerful treasure is good, it will take at least hundreds of years for him to control them all.
By then, a mere Tianxiao Pavilion would be nothing in his eyes.
His mind wandered once, which should be enough.
The Tianxiao Pavilion Artifact Spirit's eyes were filled with sparkles as he stared at Qin Xuan, his dull and indifferent face not speaking for ten breaths.
"We don't have much time, I'll give it to you to think about it!"
"If you agree, I swear by the law of heaven, if you don't agree!"
Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "I, Mie Huan Tian, will leave you in this secret realm. When will you be able to get out of trouble? That may not be possible!"
Then, Qin Xuan closed his eyes and looked at the eight levels of heaven and earth.
Behind this weapon spirit is the entrance to the ninth floor, no more than ten steps away from the metal and stone door behind him.
The surrounding walls were golden and brilliant, and the entire eighth floor seemed empty.
But just these ten steps are enough to stop too many people.
If it weren't for his majestic Immortal Heart, and if he was just an ordinary great monk who transformed himself into a god, it would have taken him an extremely long time to get out of this nine-level illusion.
After dozens of breaths, the young weapon spirit seemed to be dead, and it seemed to be thinking about it.
Qin Xuan didn't care at all. As he expected, the seventh-level puppets and the eighth-level illusion should have been planted by Huantian to kill him.
Previously, according to Qin Xuan's thoughts, Tianyun Sect and Huanyun Sect were originally from the same origin, but later separated due to the war.
If Huantian Supreme is willing to surrender to him, he can spare Huantian's life and stay in Tianyun Sect to protect Tianyun Sect.
But now, Qin Xuan chuckled in his heart.
He had already given Huan Tian a way out.
If Huantian doesn't want to and seeks his own death, then it's not his fault.
What about the Mahayana Supreme?
In Qin Changqing's eyes, he is just a mortal who has never even set foot on the boundless fairy land.
Finally, the weapon spirit seemed to be a little smarter, and it slowly said, "Okay!"
"But if you die or deceive me, then I would rather go find the master!" The young man's voice was stiff, but his determination still made people's hearts tremble.
If the weapon spirit of the fourth grade heavy treasure goes crazy, at least in the eyes of Qin Xuan now, it will be much more terrifying than the lingering Supreme Huantian.
"It's up to you!" Qin Xuan smiled lightly.
The weapon spirit was slightly shaken, and he spoke slowly, "I agree to this deal. If you escape from this place, you will enter the Tianyun Sect, choose a new master, and help you once. If you violate this promise, you will suffer disaster.
To, I vanish into thin air!"
The young man made a sound, and then his body gradually disappeared like clouds of smoke.
Qin Xuan frowned slightly, "Smart!"
This weapon spirit seems dull, but in fact it has some intelligence. Choosing a new master means that as long as he doesn't want to choose a master, the Tianyun Sect can't do anything to him.
But Qin Xuan doesn't care. If he wants to suppress this weapon spirit, there are countless ways to do it. He can only hand it over to the supreme master of Tianyun Sect.
Then, Qin Xuan smiled leisurely.
"Huantian?"
"I've reached 80% of the nine-story pavilion. Now, it's time to meet you, the supreme being from tens of thousands of years ago!"
His eyes were calm, as if he was not facing a Mahayana Supreme Being, the top powerhouse in the world of cultivation.
But a mortal man!
Qin Xuan took one step and entered the entrance of the ninth floor.
When the scenery in front of Qin Xuan changed, a pavilion with a radius of about a hundred feet appeared in Qin Xuan's eyes.
In the center of the attic, there is a gray futon, with a figure in purple sitting cross-legged on the futon.
If you look closely, you can see that this person's appearance is somewhat similar to that of Tianxiao Pavilion's weapon spirit.
It's just that this person looks middle-aged, with his eyes closed, like a dead thing, exuding a strong aura of death.
Qin Xuan looked at this person and knew clearly in his heart that this person was Han Xiao.
It's a pity that the skin and flesh are Han Xiao's, but the soul inside has already changed hands.
Qin Xuan looked at the man and said calmly: "The Supreme Mahayana, Huantian!"
The figure's eyes were slightly opened, with a thin line, just a ray of light, but it seemed to put Qin Xuan in a different place, surrounded by changing scenery, as if he were facing the starry sky. In front of the stars, Qin Xuan was as small as dust, and the person in front of him,
But it is as bright as a star, trying to devour everything.
Qin Xuan looked at the strange scene in front of him, stood with his hands behind his back, and said leisurely.
"Submit to me and you will live!"
"If not..."
Qin Xuan smiled softly, looked into those vast eyes, and slowly uttered one word.