This is a round snail. If you put away the colorful light shining on it, it looks ordinary.
Shui Xin asked. He said that he was too beautiful and didn't want to attract other people's attention with anything shiny.
He specifically said: Never do anything about Hu Nuan.
Hu Qing just make it like this for him. The conch is small, but the dojo is big.
The current snail looks too ordinary. It would not be noticeable if it were thrown on the beach. Instead, it does not look like a weapon, but like a mature snail, trying hard to break through the shackles of the destroyer.
Shui Xin took it with one hand, and after a while of fluttering, he finally grasped the small conch, and the spiritual fire was put away in time.
The palm of my hand hurts and blood flows like a stream.
The little thing is really cruel, what he is holding is not a snail, but a hedgehog.
Hu Qing had already retreated outside the formation and shouted again: "Get up!"
Golden light and white light flashed within the barrier, reflecting blood-red light.
Now is the battle between Shui Xin and the snail. If the water heart wins, the snail surrenders. If the snail wins, it runs away until it meets someone who can surrender it.
Hu Qing looked at Shui Xin flying around with a fist stretched out, and shook his head. It turns out that this is how a fairy weapon born with spirituality is, and it is not a good thing.
There was movement around me, it was coming from the clouds.
"I didn't expect you to have such talent."
Hu Qing turned his head and looked at him: "Is there any relevant inheritance in Canjian Mountain that I can study?"
Yun Zhong regretfully told her: "No. The weapon refining in Canjian Mountain is only an auxiliary for sword cultivation."
Hu Qing was confused: "So there are only sword cultivators in Canjian Mountain? Don't you all support the sect?"
Yun Zhongdao: "Everyone is gone, who will feed us?"
Hu Qingyu choked and said, "Maybe you left because you couldn't support yourself?"
Yun Zhong: "No, who likes to stay in one place all the time."
Hu Qing: "That's true."
In the formation, Shui Xin's palms were cut to pieces by spiritual power, and his entire sleeves were dyed red, but he still held on tightly and refused to let go.
Hu Qing frowned, did this snail have such a strong temper? Why didn't she notice?
But Silk Bu didn't take it seriously and said to the snail: "Kid is kicking his legs."
It's just a matter of relying on a breath of energy. Once the energy wears off, it will become more honest.
Hu Qing was thoughtful. Even if a lot of the master's spiritual power and consciousness were added to the refining process, the weapon would still resist violently after it was completed. Why?
She asked the silk cloth in her heart: "Is there any weapon that has not been taken away and no one has recognized it after escaping?"
Silk cloth: "No way, if you run away, you will be discovered sooner or later. Once discovered, they will swarm you, and you will eventually have to recognize your master."
He said: "Don't think that if you escape, you will be free. If you cannot recognize your master, you will become a dead weapon sooner or later."
Hu Qing: "At least I'm free."
Silk cloth: "It's different. That's not freedom, that's wandering. Without the owner, the spirit of the weapon cannot come out. Even if it can come out, it will consume a lot of its own spiritual power. Like me, for countless years, I can only
Trapped in silk cloth and sleeping without meeting the right person, I couldn't even speak."
Hu Qing: "Why are the laws so strict on weapon spirits?"
Silk cloth: "Probably because we were not born directly in heaven and earth, but were created by other living beings. We are born lower than real living beings. Moreover, we cannot understand the Tao and can only act according to orders, which is of no benefit to the world."
Hu Qing was displeased: "Who told you?" Isn't this brainwashing Jubu?
Silk cloth: "Needless to say, we have had this understanding since we were born spiritually."
Hu Qing couldn't help but think of AI. She and Juanbu had feelings. But if she objectively evaluated what rights AI should have - she fell silent.
She stared at the sky, but she looked into her own heart. If she had this right and the right to grant rights - what should she do?
Today's sky is very blue, so bright and blue. The blue curtain gradually changes color in her eyes, and the shadows of flowing clouds fly over the huge shadows, layer upon layer, as if something is building. The layers upon layers turn into thousands of mountains.
The water has turned into a vicissitudes of life, the invisible light is passing by, and the space has collapsed like rotten wood...
puff--
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
Silk cloth stamped his feet: "What are you thinking about again?"
Yunzhong was startled and subconsciously held her arm: "What's wrong?"
Hu Qing shook his head tiredly: "Too tired."
She slowly sat down following the force in the clouds. It was daytime just now, so why were the stars hanging upside down at this moment?
The formation under the starry sky was bright, and red Buddhist inscriptions were flowing on the barrier. The water heart in the barrier had already controlled the conch, and the wonderful sound and Buddha's power were poured into the quiet conch in his burnt hand.
He pressed his palm on the ground, and the formation's light shone brightly, instantly surpassing the stars in the sky. The light shrank sharply, and the three colors of gold, white and red shrank into Shuixin's body, followed the meridians into the Dantian, then flowed out from the Dantian, and finally flowed into the shell.
The night wind blew, and there were no traces of the formation on the ground.
A strong wind blew up from the clouds and grabbed the two of them: "Someone is coming."
The wind dispersed and no one was seen.
After a few breaths, two or three people stood here, looking around in confusion. No matter how much they checked and traced back, they could not find out what happened here.
The other party is stronger than yourself.
Leaving unwillingly.
Maybe they'll get back to work, but they're destined to find nothing.
Ghosts and ghosts in the underworld.
A brand new banana leaf. Three people stood on it.
Hu Qing said: "Try your little snail number."
It's all ghosts, your home field.
Shui Xin's eyes were green and black, and he looked at her: "There are countless ghosts here."
Hu Qing didn't believe it.
Shui Xin looked at Yun Zhong and said to her: "After killing a ghost, it turns into ghost aura, and the ghost aura will regenerate into a ghost. Moreover, the ghost aura here cannot be eliminated. Don't let Hu Nuan think how powerful you are in pacifying this place.
"
Hu Qing was stunned: "Last time, Hu Nuan killed a lot of ghosts."
Shui Xin: "You can't kill them. The ghosts here are burdened with debts and malice, and even the underworld won't accept them."
The look in his eyes warned her, don't be foolish enough to go to salvation. Even if you move out of the ghost gate, they won't accept it.
Hu Qing: "Why?"
She turned to Yunzhong: "Why?"
Yun Zhongyouyou said: "The cause and effect has not yet been resolved, and you cannot enter reincarnation."
Hu Qing understood that the cause and effect were too great to be broken in the underworld, so we simply let them end in the yang realm and then go down to the underworld, so as not to cause trouble to the underworld.
Can it still be like this?
Underworld: Why not? The Yang Realm can only blame others, so we can refuse it.
Hu Qing insisted: "Blow your little conch horn."
The heart of water refuses to obey.
"After all, ghosts are immortal. I am a weapon refiner. Can't I even see the power of my own work?"
This request cannot be refused.
Shui Xin had no choice but to take out the snail, make it bigger, and blow into the mouth of the snail.
Immediately, a supreme wonderful sound floated out of the shell. As soon as the wonderful sound entered the ghost energy, the ghost energy surged and the ghosts fled.
What's going on? It's so unpleasant.
Hu Qing took the conch and sighed. How should I put it, this was made by himself, and it is currently the least attractive one. Even the swords produced in mass production in the past were more powerful than it. If you throw it on the beach, it will not even look like a dog.
Will pick.
The white color is not outstanding, the spiral shape is not outstanding, and the texture is not outstanding.
Very good. If Shuixin is knocked unconscious, this thing will not be taken away.
He returned it to him: "Take good care of it. I'll make a list for you. When you get it together, I'll practice again."
Shui Xin took it back: "The treasure bottle you promised me -"
"roll."
"mine--"
"roll."
Shui Xin smiled at Yun Zhong, she has this temper, just get used to it.
Yunzhong: Why should I get used to it?
After a while, Shui Xin said: "Your soul is seriously damaged. Find a place and I will heal you."
Yun Zhong glanced sideways: Fusion?
Hu Qing was actually very uncomfortable. The reason for vomiting blood before was that her soul was under an inexplicable attack, and the edges of herself in the sea of consciousness collapsed. The futile efforts of the ruthless threads did not make her feel better.
