Liu Yingxiu's flying sword is a second-level spiritual weapon.
The spirit sword has a spirit, even if its former master has died, and the sword soul refined through countless days and nights of sacrifice has been annihilated, the spirit of the flying sword itself makes it unwilling to surrender to the enemy Wang Chen.
It wants to run!
"town!"
Following Wang Chen's deep shout, the talismans affixed to the four walls of the secret room lit up one by one.
At the same time, he struck like lightning, pasting more than a dozen sealing talismans on the flying sword in one go, to forcibly suppress the rebellious sword spirit.
This second-level spiritual weapon was actually blocked by him.
Although it is still suspended in the air, it cannot move even an inch.
But Wang Chen knew that this was just the beginning.
The current flying sword is like a wild horse that has just escaped from the fence, yearning for freedom.
I want to put the reins on it again, but I don’t have the strength to crush it.
You can only grind it slowly.
He held the flying sword and sat cross-legged on the ground.
The sword finger of his right hand grazed the extremely sharp blade, leaving a long blood mark immediately.
Blood sacrifice, the first step of sword sacrifice!
The spirit sword seemed to be aware of Wang Chen's intentions and trembled violently again, trying to struggle and resist.
However, Wang Chen's left hand was like an iron vice, tightly locking the hilt of the sword.
The sealing talisman attached to the sword body continuously releases suppressive power, trapping a little bit of spirituality within the sword body.
After all, a second-level spiritual weapon is not a third-level magic weapon. The spirituality in the sword is more than lively and lacks flexibility. As a result, Wang Chen suddenly took the initiative.
Immediately afterwards, he poured mana into the sword body and began to refine this precious spiritual sword!
Avenge your Fire Crow Sword!
Wang Chen's Fire Crow Sword clashed hard with this flying sword. As a result, the spiritual light was shattered and the roots were damaged. It must be repaired before it can continue to be used, otherwise it will inevitably break.
There is no doubt that the Fire Crow Sword is far worse than this flying sword!
Therefore, even if this flying sword cannot see the light, Wang Chen will keep it as his own and use it as a trump card at critical moments.
As time went by, Wang Chen quickly fell into a situation where he forgot both things and himself.
Only the talismans on the surrounding walls still emit a faint glow, turning on and off like breathing!
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Wufeng Mountain, Xuanming Cave.
Zhang Hongwen has been kneeling in front of the cave door for three days and three nights!
But the eyes of Master Zi Mansion were still bright, and his upper body remained straight without moving even an inch.
But deep in his eyes, there was a trace of sadness and mourning that could not be erased.
Zhang Hongwen regrets it extremely now.
At that time, he shouldn't have chased out of Wind Thunder Valley for a thunderbird.
But who would have thought that something happened just when he was leaving!
It's too late to say anything now.
The Master of Zi Mansion closed his eyes, and Liu Yingxiu's frown and smile immediately appeared in his sea of consciousness.
He has become a demon in his heart!
Liu Yingxiu was an orphan without a father or mother. Zhang Hongwen found her in the weeds on the roadside twenty years ago.
Because she had very good bones, Zhang Hongwen took her back to Wufeng Mountain.
Cultivate carefully.
Zhang Hongwen watched Liu Yingxiu grow up day by day. They were called master and apprentice, but they were actually father and daughter. Their relationship was extremely deep.
And because of Liu Yingxiu, Master Zifu has never had a Taoist companion.
He placed great hopes on Liu Yingxiu.
Now that hope is completely shattered, Zhang Hongwen's only thought is to find the murderer and avenge his most beloved disciple!
For this reason, he specially came to Xuanming Cave and begged the Supreme Elder Li Xuanji to perform a Heavenly Secret Technique.
But it's very difficult.
All monks who have mastered the magic of heaven are always very cautious in using it. Many times they would rather offend a large number of people than use this magic easily.
Who would want to lose one’s life and one’s cultivation?
Moreover, Zhang Hongwen asked for help from a real Jin Dan.
On the surface, there are two real Jindan people in Wufeng Mountain.
Actually there are three.
However, this Supreme Elder's presence in the sect is extremely low. There are very few ordinary outer disciples. There is also a third golden elixir hidden in his sect.
Strictly speaking, Zhang Hongwen was not qualified to make such a request to Li Xuanji.
Even if his master, Master Miaoqing, comes, he won't be able to talk about this matter.
But on the one hand, Zhang Hongwen did not hesitate to pay the price, and on the other hand, Wufengshan also wanted to catch the murderer very much, so he was able to kneel in front of the cave where Li Xuanji practiced for three days and three nights.
Wasn't driven away.
Probably because his hard work paid off, the stone door in front of Zhang Hongwen, which was densely carved with talismans, suddenly opened.
An old voice sounded in his ear: "Come in."
Zhang Hongwen suddenly seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and jumped into the cave.
He met Li Xuanji.
This Jindan master, who has been unknown in Wufeng Mountain, has white hair, and the ravines on his face can kill flies. He exudes the aura of dying, and his death is obviously not far away.
But his eyes were bright and lively, even with a hint of childlike innocence.
"I already know about you."
After Zhang Hongwen finished his salute, the old Jindan master said slowly: "Give me the things."
His voice revealed the vicissitudes of the world.
"Thank you, elder!"
Zhang Hongwen quickly took out a leaf from his storage bag and gave it to Li Xuanji with both hands.
This leaf is stained with the blood stains left by Liu Yingxiu's death in battle.
And because it was obtained at the scene of the incident, it is very suitable for use in divination.
Zhang Hongwen secretly clenched his fist.
As long as he gets certain information about the murderer, he will cut the murderer into pieces even if he sacrifices his life!
Otherwise, there is no way to break the demonic barriers in your heart.
Li Xuanji took the leaf, then took out a small piece of tortoise shell from his sleeve, and gently rubbed it.
This thing has been polished out for a long time, and it is full of ancient charm and spirituality.
Li Xuanji stretched out his finger towards the tortoise shell, and a drop of bright red blood came out from his fingertip and was smeared on it.
This drop of golden elixir true blood was completely absorbed by the tortoise shell!
Li Xuanji closed his eyes and rubbed the tortoise shell with his fingers, his expression extremely serious.
Although Zhang Hongwen was a monk on the eighth floor of Zi Mansion, he didn't dare to take a breath at this time.
For fear of disturbing the real person's deduction.
Time passed little by little, and Li Xuanji didn't move at all, as if he had turned into a clay statue.
Zhang Hongwen could only wait.
Suddenly, Li Xuanji opened his eyes and took a deep look at Zhang Hongwen: "What a pity."
Before Zhang Hongwen could understand, he whispered: "Let it go."
As soon as he finished speaking, jade-like glue oozed from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose of the Jindan Master.
He also took his last breath.
Zhang Hongwen was stunned and couldn't believe his eyes.
Li Xuanji actually passed away!
He felt that there was an indescribable force in the dark, covering him silently.
Fear overwhelmed the body and mind of Master Zi Mansion!