Su Muyang and others were once again in danger, and this time the trouble was even worse than before.
Si Xueyi, who was already on the third floor of the tomb palace, felt the huge commotion above.
Si Xueyi's lips curled up slightly, she smiled and continued on her way.
The road Bai Lixuan chose was smooth and calm, with almost no major dangers.
Si Xueyi quickly arrived at the core main hall on this floor.
Similar to the main hall on the previous floor, the core area is still an altar, but there is no Eight Life and Death Formation around the altar. .??.
There were eight old men in black sitting on the four sides of the altar, with pious and solemn expressions, and different marks on their hands.
They were worshiping and performing some kind of ritual, hoping that the treasures in the altar would give birth to spiritual wisdom.
It's just that this ritual should be one step away, because all these people are dead.
"Brother Xueyi, what are these old uncles worshiping?"
Fu Hongyao asked cautiously.
The core palace on the third floor of the Tomb Palace is different from the previous floor. This time there are no blood jade and thunder obsidian. There are many monster bones on the ground around the altar.
The air of death filled the air all around, but this ceremony did not feel evil, but rather exuded a somewhat sacred aura.
Si Xueyi said, "It should be refining the holy weapons, allowing the holy weapons to produce weapon spirits. Only the holy weapons that give birth to weapon spirits are the true supreme holy weapons."
"The Supreme Sacred Artifact!"
Fu Hongyao was shocked when he heard this and was completely shocked.
Si Xueyi smiled and said, "It's not that exaggerated. It's not that easy to refine a supreme holy weapon. Sacrifice to the soul is just one step. There are many more steps to follow. This should be an unfinished holy weapon."
Fu Hongyao's expression calmed down a little, and he said in a deep voice, "Even so, this is much better than the treasure hunter. Is there really such a treasure in the altar?"
Si Xueyi did not deny it. Hong Yao was indeed right about this.
Even if it is an unfinished holy weapon, its value is unimaginable, at least it is stronger than the golden war spear in his hand.
"It still depends. If it is too old and the spiritual patterns are too damaged, the value will not be that exaggerated."
Si Xueyi calmed down a little and said solemnly.
"I gonna go see."
Fu Hongyao was impatient, and after hearing this, he planned to go and have a look.
"no."
Si Xueyi took action, grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back.
"Look carefully at the handprints and expressions of these old men. Their obsession is much stronger than that of the old men above."
Si Xueyi explained, "Even if you are not afraid of the death aura, you will definitely alarm these demon zombies. They are too obsessed with it and will definitely take action."
Without exception, monks who dare to sacrifice souls are ruthless because they will definitely die.
"Oh, oh, red medicine, listen to brother Xueyi."
Fu Hongyao listened very much to Si Xueyi's words, and when he heard the explanation, he stopped thinking
move.
Si Xueyi glanced around and found that apart from the old man offering sacrifices to the spirit, he did not see the person who actually forged this sacred weapon.
Strange, where did this guy go?
Si Xueyi looked around, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.
Essentially speaking, these old men sitting on the altar are just consumables for refining the holy weapons, and are not so powerful that they cannot be resisted.
But if this person could not be found, Si Xueyi would not be sure and would never touch the treasures in the altar.
"Did I forget something?"
Si Xueyi put her hand to her forehead, frowning slightly, looking slightly distressed.
He felt that he had missed something, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
"What have you forgotten? The Xuanwu Spirit? Or the Water Spirit Bead?"
Fu Hongyao opened his eyes and said curiously.
Si Xueyi's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his distress and doubts completely disappeared. He immediately smiled and said, "Hongyao, you are really my lucky star. You can compete with the treasures in this altar."
"ah?"
Fu Hongyao was confused and had no idea what was happening.
Si Xueyi was in a good mood and explained, "I was worried about the true master of the holy weapon. If he turns into a demon zombie, the three of us combined won't be enough to fight him. But you reminded me that this person is probably already sitting there."
Transformed into a Xuanwu spirit."
"In fact, most of the monks with Xuanwu bloodline are masters of forging holy weapons. Almost every divine weapon in the mythical era has the shadow of these people."
"In order to cast a holy weapon, holy water must be used for tempering. Since there is holy water, there must be water spirit beads. If they match, they all match!"
Si Xueyi was not only explaining to Fu Hongyao, but also clarifying her own thoughts. Now she suddenly became enlightened and felt refreshed and excited.
"Where are they? The Xuanwu Spirit and the Water Spirit Pearl. Why didn't Hong Yao see them?"
Fu Hongyao looked around, but still felt that he was too stupid to keep up with brother Xueyi's thinking.
Si Xueyi smiled and said, "Little Red Medicine, many times, the answer to a question is hidden in the question."
"It's so complicated, Hongyao's head is about to explode."
Fu Hongyao pouted, frowned and looked at Si Xueyi pitifully.
This girl is so cute.
Si Xueyi pinched her face and said with a smile, "Back off first."
Fu Hongyao nodded, took a few steps back, and looked at Si Xueyi curiously.
Si Xueyi took a deep breath, his handsome face looked solemn as never before, and he fixed his eyes on the altar.
Obsession, he understands it all too well.
"Si Xueyi of Canglan Academy is here, disturbing all seniors.
, I know that your obsessions are hard to get rid of, so I will give this junior a chance to accept the test. If my strength is not enough, I am willing to bear any price. If I am lucky enough to pass the test, I also ask you seniors to fulfill my obsession!"
Si Xueyi bowed his hands and spoke loudly towards the altar.
Buzz!
The moment the words fell, all the old men on the altar seemed to come alive. They suddenly stood up, their eyes ignited with silver light, and they all looked towards Si Xueyi.
Si Xueyi suddenly felt a chill on his back and was under great pressure in an instant.
Click, click, click!
This terrifying pressure almost made him kneel down on the spot.
"Has it started yet?"
A smile appeared on Si Xueyi's lips, and while the Dragon Prison Holy Elephant Technique was activated, his eyes glowed with perseverance.
kneel?
It's impossible. His will and pride won't allow him to kneel down and beg for mercy.
Dragon roars burst out from Si Xueyi's body, and the golden war spear in his hand also bloomed with dragon patterns. The terrifying dragon power erupted from his body, completely shattering the pressure of the eight demonic zombies.
Whoosh!
Si Xueyi stamped her feet heavily on the ground, then her body rose into the air and appeared on the altar.
Eight old men in black, wrapped in terrifying demonic power, let out sharp roars and charged towards Si Xueyi.
They are terrifying, their bodies are comparable to spiritual weapons or even treasures, and they are not afraid of death.
Clang Clang Clang!
The golden war spear bombarded them, causing dazzling sparks and a sonorous sound of metal collision.
"So strong!"
Si Xueyi took a deep breath, with strong fighting spirit filling her eyes.
The next moment, the dragon lotus bloomed deep in the Zi Mansion, the thunder light on the dragon lotus filled the whole body, and the war spear and the dragon lotus were completely connected.
As a result, this golden war spear was like Si Xueyi's arm, swinging smoothly and flexibly.
Roar!
The dragon roared again, and the golden war spear came to life completely, like a golden dragon.
A dazzling golden light bloomed from Si Xueyi's body. He was as dazzling as a dragon god, with dragon power bursting out to dominate the world.
"war!"
Seeing the eight demon zombies completely surrounding him, Si Xueyi shouted loudly, holding the spear with both hands against his body and turning it quickly.
Swish, swish, swish!
The war spear pressed against his body, shaking out an afterimage like lightning, and kept turning back and forth, blocking all the attacks of the eight demon zombies.
Fu Hongyao below was stunned and couldn't close his mouth in surprise.
How could someone dance the spear so quickly? The golden war spear was shaking so hard that it was almost impossible to see the afterimage.
too fast!
How many times of practice and how many years of hard work does it take to become so skilled?
sudden change
occur.
The golden war spear that rotated against the body flew out. Si Xueyi held the golden war spear with both hands and rushed out like a bolt of lightning piercing the dark night.
Bang!
The hit Mo Zong was knocked off the altar on the spot. After landing on the ground, Mo Zong stopped attacking and sat cross-legged, falling into a state of tranquility.
Si Xueyi stood on tiptoes and turned quickly on the altar. When he stopped, he suddenly raised his war spear.
Another Demon Zombie was flung away by him. After landing, he also sat cross-legged. All the anger in his body disappeared and he became peaceful and peaceful.
Si Xueyi was in mid-air, with his spear placed across his waist, and his body quickly rotated to neutralize the force of the demon's shock.
After landing, the tip of the spear hit the ground hard, and the body took advantage of the force, doing a somersault and falling behind.
Si Xueyi landed behind Mo Zong in an extremely elegant manner. He swiped the tail of his gun and pushed Mo Zong off the altar again.
The remaining five demon zombies quickly turned around and grabbed Si Xueyi.
The corners of Si Xueyi's lips curled up into a smile, and her brows were full of confidence.
This time he did not retreat. He held the tail of the gun with his right hand, bent the bow downward with his left hand to maintain balance, and danced with dazzling thunder and lightning gun flowers while shaking his wrist.
The five scattered demon zombies could not find any flaws under the gunfire, and could only be forced back step by step by Si Xueyi.
When there was no way to retreat, Si Xueyi took the lead. He had expected this step.
boom!
He held the tail of the gun with both hands, raised his body into the air, connected with the golden war spear in a straight line, and then started to spin crazily.
The dragon pattern on the golden war spear was completely activated at this moment, and Si Xueyi seemed to be really a golden dragon rushing past.
thump!
The five demon zombies were knocked away at the same time, and only Si Xueyi, fluttering in white clothes, stood proudly on the altar, holding a golden war spear in his hand.
"Concession!"
Si Xueyi said with a smile.
It is indeed a concession. Due to obsession, the eight demon zombies still have some sanity.
It was just a test of Si Xueyi, not a real life and death fight.
Kaka!
There were more cracks in the golden war spear, and Si Xueyi, who bowed his hands in salute, felt extremely distressed when he saw this.
"Brother Xueyi is so handsome."
Fu Hongyao looked at it with fascination under the altar, her beautiful eyes filled with brilliance, and she was completely intoxicated.
Rumble!
The altar shook, and the next moment there was a bright light, and a snow-white jade fan rose up from it.
The eight demonic zombie bodies also sat down and condensed into eight lights and shadows in mid-air. These were their last remaining souls.
"Thank you, little friend, for helping us break our obsession. The Xueyao Fan is yours."
The eight old men had kind faces, smiles on their faces, and gentle colors in their eyes.