As the green dragon wraps around the handle in the hand, the sound of the divine sword flashes with green aura.
Not just Mingde himself.
Even the remaining monks wearing jade-white robes in this teleportation room all changed their expressions.
One of the middle-aged men, who looked like a steward, had a huge change in his expression.
He stared directly at Mingde and said:
"Is this... the magic weapon has a spirit?"
"Mingde, the government asked you to go to Dixing on an errand... why did you return early?"
"Where are the other disciples? Why didn't they return with you?"
These words were spoken by a middle-aged man who looked like he was in charge.
Listening to that tone, if you can't say the next sentence, you will be shocked and angry, and you will take down Mingde.
"Want to steal my credit?"
There was a gleam of coldness in the depths of his eyes.
The true energy in Mingde's body boiled violently, and the sound penetrated directly into this small stone room.
The sound can be transmitted directly to places several miles around.
"Disciple Mingde, congratulations to the ancestor! Congratulations to the ancestor!"
"This time I went to the Earth Star on a business trip, and I encountered a chance... but I found a supreme magic weapon with self-generated spiritual intelligence!
”
"This disciple is coming back this time and is about to offer the divine weapon to his ancestor!
”
As Mingde howled to the sky with joyful meaning.
The middle-aged manager opposite him turned pale and was about to continue talking.
But it was very cold. It felt like a terrifying and cold knife intent suddenly flashed out of the teleportation room.
The next moment, a voice seemed to contain no emotion.
It has been transmitted from the magic sword in Mingde's hand.
"I'm asking you a question, but you kid... how dare you turn a deaf ear to me?"
The voice has not yet fallen.
Mingde, who was holding the magic sword in his hand and showing off his face, was stunned for a moment.
Before he could speak.
The dazzling green sword light has lit up on the magic sword in his hand.
With a "bang", the roof of the transfer room was completely blown apart.
In an instant, the sky above us was reflected in a lush and green color.
Immediately afterwards, Mingde screamed.
"Ah! My hand...my hand!
”
Mingde screamed as if he was hoarse.
The arm he was holding the Green Divine Sword had been cut off at the root at some point.
What horrified everyone around him was that not a drop of blood dripped from the wound.
At this time, as the green light in the sky flickers more and more.
An angry voice that seemed vast and majestic resounded directly for dozens of miles around.
"A dragon swims in shallow water and is tricked by a shrimp! A tiger falls flat and is bullied by a dog!"
"I have been sleeping for so many years! I didn't expect that when I woke up... I was looked down upon by a bunch of little bastards?"
As he spoke, countless terrifying blades appeared in the air instantly.
It looked like he was about to lower this overwhelming sword force directly.
As the sword light condensed, the angry voices of many people rang out in the seemingly endless huge mansion below.
"Bold!
”
"Who dares to be so arrogant in my Murong family?"
"Looking for death!
”
In an instant, countless brilliance soared into the sky.
On the countless magnificent pavilions below, countless formations with flashing auras have risen.
Obviously, I feel that there is a foreign invasion at this time.
Just when the brilliance of countless spells illuminated the clear blue sky.
Very far away, there is a vast spiritual thought coming from afar.
However, just three words made the expressions of countless Murong family monks who were extremely vigilant around them change.
"It's all gone..."
"What happened today was something I, the Murong family, did wrong,"
"I, Murong Jinjiao...I would like to apologize to my fellow Taoist here first."
As the voice of a woman with a faint smile echoed.
Countless streams of light in the surrounding sky instantly extinguished.
Immediately afterwards, a woman also wore a white robe, with black hair that fell several meters behind her head like a waterfall.
Already barefoot, he slowly came from afar.
"..."
With the appearance of women.
Not only are there countless monks in the sky, but there are also countless noisy houses below.
The moment is also silent.
This shows his towering prestige in this huge mansion.
"Murong Jinjiao?"
Listen to the long-haired woman opposite.
Lu Yi, who was using his spiritual thoughts to control the Qinglong Yanyue Sword to show its power, collected all the green sword light that had condensed in the sky.
He came here through Ming De, whose arm was cut off by him, originally to explore the details of Dongtian.
Now that the owner of this mansion has appeared, Lu Yi has no intention of continuing to cause trouble.
Now his identity is that of a supreme magic weapon that generates its own weapon spirit.
The Murong Jinjiao opposite could easily suppress the Qinglong Yanyue Sword controlled by Lu Yi.
I won’t do that until the end.
"Only the human race in the world is the leader of all things and is born with spiritual intelligence!"
"Other living beings have to go through a lot of hardships... before they can develop spiritual wisdom!"
"If weapons and weapons are to produce spiritual wisdom, it requires a great opportunity!"
"How could Murong Jinjiao be willing to offend the divine weapon spirit whose origin is unknown and has almost fallen into his own hands?"
A flash of enlightenment flashed through my heart.
Lu Yi naturally knew why Murong Jinjiao was smiling and smiling across from him.
If a divine weapon has spiritual intelligence, the power it can exert is naturally different from that of a dead object with a little spiritual light.
At this time, Qinglong Yanyue Dao was already in the Murong family's boundless mansion.
Just by looking at the faint light covering the sky in the distance, you can tell that this mansion occupies an unknown size.
I'm afraid they have all been enveloped by the supreme formation.
Perhaps it’s because the Qinglong Yanyue Dao played by Lu Yi is silent.
Opposite me, Murong Jinjiao's head full of unnaturally long black hair was slowly flowing in the wind.
Staring at 'Lu Yi' in the sky, a wisp of bright light came out.
"It's windy and cold in the sky!"
"It's not my Murong family's way of hospitality to keep fellow Taoists out all the time!"
"At this time, how about following me down?"
Following Murong Jinjiao’s words.
Lu Yi didn't say anything to resist. Instead, he deliberately stared at her and smiled coldly:
"Okay! If you don't give me an explanation today!"
"It's just you, the Murong family... rivers of blood and corpses are everywhere!
”
That’s all.
The nearby infinite sword light that originally reflected the green sky was directly restrained by Lu Yi.
The Qinglong Yanyue Sword directly creates a shining arc.
Following Murong Jinjiao, who was leading the way, they fell towards a majestic and huge palace in the far distance.
……
After more than ten breaths.
When two streams of light, one green and one white, fell in the palace.
Lu Yi looked at the jade-white futon at the end of the palace. Opposite it, he didn't know when a purple gold sword holder with a vague sense of simplicity had been placed.
Obviously, this is the seat Murong Jinjiao prepared for Lu Yi, the ‘magic weapon’.
"Humph!"
Follow the ‘personality’ that you have set in advance.
Lu Yi, who was vaguely controlling the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, snorted coldly and turned into a stream of cyan light.
It's like sitting down, directly and steadily landing on it.