Magical weapons are divided into four levels: first-level treasure, second-level spiritual weapon, third-level divine weapon, and fourth-level heavenly weapon.
Heavenly weapons are the highest-level exotic treasures among magic weapons. Each heavenly weapon contains unparalleled power. This power is enough to defy the heavens.
The history of the human world has gone through countless years. Take the civilization created by the Nuwa Empress in the last million years as an example. In a million years, there have only been a few heavenly artifacts.
The most recent heavenly weapon that appeared in the human world is the peerless demonic sword that the dwarf weapon refining master spent more than ten years refining for the Cangyun Sect.
The last time a heavenly weapon was refined on earth was the seven-star black crystal refined by the ghost fairy Xu Xiaoya 24,000 years ago.
The bloodthirsty demon power contained in the seven-star black crystal is even worse than the blood soul spirit, the most dangerous treasure in the world.
Blood Soul Essence is refined from blue crystals in the underworld, and has overwhelming yin power.
The seven-star black crystal was refined by the ghost immortal through the evil energy contained in the eyes of the reincarnation array of the Shushan Sect.
The Samsara Array, also known as the Circular Star Samsara Array, not only absorbs the power of the surrounding stars day and night, but also absorbs the evil energy of the earth's veins with a radius of thousands of miles centered on Cangyun Mountain.
More than 20,000 years ago, the ghost girl's mother, Guixian, discovered a huge secret when the reincarnation circle was opened. No one can tell who set up the Six Paths of Reincarnation Array or when.
Well, at least in the era of the evil god, the reincarnation circle covering the Shushan Sect has been in shape for countless years, because the Shushan Sect is the largest sect in the three realms, and no one dares to provoke it.
, causing the reincarnation circle to be rarely opened.
It is not known whether the reincarnation array has absorbed the evil energy of the earth's veins for tens of thousands of years or hundreds of thousands of years, causing the evil energy in the eyes of the array to be so strong that it is frightening.
The blue crystal of the underworld is a crystal formed by absorbing the evil and ghost energy for countless years.
The seven-star black crystal is the crystal stone condensed from the evil energy of the earth veins. The evil evil energy contained in it is more violent than the blue crystal of the underworld. The young man in the cold corner of the inn was right. At the end of the decisive battle in Shushan, in order to reverse the decline
, the evil god had no choice but to unlock the heavenly secret seals on all the eyes of the reincarnation array, and absorbed the earth-line evil that had been absorbed by the array for countless years.
All the anger was released at once.
Although the evil god's cultivation level was very high back then, it was not enough to control this unprecedented terrifying evil aura, let alone survive the evil aura.
It was the ghost fairy who secretly helped the evil god at the critical moment.
The world only knows that the leader of the evil god defeated the invading enemies from the heavens and won the first catastrophic war in history.
However, the evil god is just a representative figure. Behind him, there are many unknown people who are making silent contributions.
Monk Hua used his body to block countless swords from the evil god. If Monk Hua took off his clothes, you can see the scars all over his body.
Feng Yuyan's wife, Fairy Mo Xue, fought against more than a dozen heavenly masters alone in order to protect her junior brother Xie Shen. Her hands and feet were chopped off. Before she died, she blew herself up and killed a large number of people.
Song Yourong, a loose cultivator in Shushan, Li Ziye, whom the evil god never forgave, the saint of the elves... too many people worked hard for that catastrophe.
However, there is only one evil god who is famous all over the world, and only one military god who has been passed down through the ages.
Others who contributed have disappeared into people's memories like waves.
The old storyteller does know the story of the Ghost Fairy and the Seven-Star Black Crystal, and knows the role of the Ghost Fairy in that decisive battle, but he will not tell.
Because the more chaotic the world is, the fewer heroes there will be.
Heroes emerge in troubled times, and these heroes are the hope and faith for people in troubled times to survive.
Those who worked silently attributed their contributions to the Evil God and the Military God, and hailed them as saviors. Only in this way can they unite the forces of the human world and save the common people in troubled times.
Just like the battle at Yingzui Cliff, Zhao Shiqu was praised as a god-like figure. Only in this way could Zhao Shiqu lead his army to win the battle at Yingzui Cliff.
As the night went on, fewer and fewer people listened to the book, and those who drank too much and those who didn't drink too much gradually left.
The old man began to clear the table in front of him.
In fact, there was nothing to clean up, just dozens of copper plates, a few taels of broken silver, a few tattered books, and a rag banner at the back that read "Jokes About the World".
The man in the shadow slowly walked out. He was very young, very handsome, and could even be said to be beautiful. He was wearing brightly colored vulgar silk clothes, and was swinging an even more vulgar big peony folding fan in his hand.
He has been drinking, starting half a month ago, but he has never been drunk.
Her cheeks are not red, her steps are not wobbly, and her eyes are still so bright.
He walked up to the old storyteller and said, "Old sir, do you know why I interrupted you to continue telling Qin Feng's story tonight?"
The old storyteller stopped cleaning up and stared at the young and beautiful man with his cloudy eyes.
He said softly: "Young Master probably doesn't want me to tell you why Master Qin Feng became decadent and why he disappeared from the world, because this matter involves two fairies in the heaven."
The young man smiled.
Then he said word by word: "Who are you? Did Brother Yun send you to the lower world? I thought he only sent Monk Hua, but I didn't expect that he had other arrangements in the human world."
The old storyteller seemed a little confused and said: "Sir, what are you talking about? I don't understand very well."
The young man frowned and said, "Aren't you sent to the human world by the evil god? Don't you know me?"
The old storyteller slowly shook his head.
The young man stared deeply at the old storyteller, then suddenly made a move like lightning and grabbed the old man's right wrist.
The old man was in pain, his face turned extremely pale in the blink of an eye, and sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.
After a while, the young man's expression changed, which was very strange.
He slowly let go of the old storyteller's hand and said, "Are you not a cultivator? Interesting, interesting!"
The old storyteller seemed to be afraid of this young man. He backed away repeatedly, flicked his wrist, and said: "The old man is just a storyteller who travels around the world. How can he be a cultivator?"
The young man said: "You are not a monk, so why do you know so many secrets in the world of cultivation?"
The old storyteller said: "The book has its own Yan Ruyu, the book has its own golden house, and the book has everything you want to know."
The young man smiled again, this time without saying anything, and turned around and walked out of the inn.
The old storyteller asked: "Who is the young master?"
The young man had disappeared, but a voice came: "Son of God."
The old storyteller's face changed wildly, he clenched his fists unconsciously, and murmured: "It turns out it's him!"
Creak...
A strange sound came from the old man's fist.
The old man came back to his senses and slowly opened his palm. The few taels of silver and several copper plates in his palm were unexpectedly crushed into powder by him due to the shock just now.
The silver and yellow powder, blown by the night wind outside the door, slowly drifted away, like fine sand flowing, and gradually disappeared into the old man's palm. The young man did not detect any cultivation in the old man, but the old storyteller was
I'm afraid not many people in the world today can do this.
