Seeing that the green magic weapon with aura in front of him did not continue to act like a demon, but flew up to the sword rest on its own.
Murong Jin's beautiful eyes, with her black hair slowly floating behind her head, instantly flashed an imperceptible joy.
The divine weapon has spirit and is supreme!
Just look at the power of the terrifying magic sword displayed in the air.
I don’t know how many years ago, he must have been the sidearm of a certain martial arts master!
Although he died, the true meaning of his martial arts remained in the magic weapon and lasted for a long time!
Over the years and countless opportunities, it is possible for a ray of spiritual wisdom to be born.
A group of solemn-looking maids were serving tea and snacks.
Murong Jinjiao waved her hands to disperse the crowd, then stared at Lu Yi who was sitting opposite her and said:
"Fellow Taoist came to my Murong home today, and I didn't treat you well... I hope you don't take it personally!"
"..."
"Hey!"
Let out a laugh that can be called old-fashioned.
Lu Yi swept his mind over Murong Jinjiao and said coldly:
"I just woke up today and was brought here by the junior in your family!"
"It's fine if you don't treat me with courtesy and respect! How dare you treat me as nothing?"
"I think back then, when I followed my old master and ruled the world, if anyone dared to treat me like this, the old master would be so angry... I am afraid that your little Murong family will be wiped out with a single sword!"
As Lu Yi finished speaking.
The smile on Murong Jinjiao's face remained unchanged as she nodded lightly and said:
"This is very reasonable."
"Looking at the power of my Taoist friends, I must have been carrying the troops of the Martial Saint and True Monarch with him back then!"
"No matter where you are in the world, you should be respected supremely!"
"If it were me, I'd probably be angry on the spot!"
Speaking of this, Murong Jinjiao's crystal clear starry eyes flashed.
He continued:
"But that junior is my disciple."
"For me, I have the great merit of finding Taoist friends."
"I wonder if fellow Taoist fellow Taoist might give him some face today... spare his life?"
"If this is possible, the Murong family is willing to give out tens of thousands of slaves... as blood sacrifices to fellow Taoists!"
"..."
"A blood sacrifice of ten thousand people?"
I was shocked to hear Murong Jinjiao smiling and saying such bloody and terrifying words across from me.
Lu Yi's heart suddenly became cold.
Divine soldiers like blood sacrifices, which is not exclusive to Fang Tian Hua Ji's supreme magic halberd.
Even if Lu Yi’s Blue Star in his previous life died as a human being... it was almost a standard procedure for forging divine weapons.
"This is a sect family that regards human life as nothing but grass and mortals like pigs, dogs and livestock?"
As Lu Yi's heart gradually turned colder.
In his mouth, he refused directly and coldly.
"Blood sacrifice?"
"Do you think I'm one of those low-level things who need this mere blood sacrifice to restore their power?"
After saying that, the next words caught the eyes of Murong Jin, who was opposite him and looked slightly startled.
A ray of surprise bursts out again.
"I am the sword of benevolence and righteousness. When you use it... no matter your body or soul, you will be frightened by the light of this sword!"
"If your body is not perfect, your head will be chopped off by me!"
"If your heart is not perfect, I will torture your heart and kill your soul!"
Lu Yi boasted half-truthfully.
Opposite me, Murong Jinjiao seemed to be unable to hold back the surprise in her heart any longer.
The smile on his face is even more intense.
"That's it!"
"It's me, Meng Lang. I hope my fellow Taoist can forgive me."
Speaking of this, Murong Jinjiao stared at the green magic sword resting on Daojia with burning eyes, and said tentatively:
"I just don't know..."
"Fellow Taoist, in the past, which martial sage and true king did you follow to conquer the world?"
"To be accompanied by a supreme divine weapon with such a noble mind as a Taoist friend, that one... I'm afraid his reputation will be passed down through the ages!"
Following Murong Jinjiao’s inquiry.
Lu Yi's heart thumped, and he knew the highlight was coming.
The monks in these caves are different from the stars on the earth. I am afraid that there is no lost ancient thing at all.
At this level today, he can no longer make up nonsense.
Although Murong Jinjiao has a pretty face, she looks like a 28-year-old girl.
But he is the so-called ‘ancestor’ of the Murong family.
With her status and age... I'm afraid being Lu Yizu's grandma is enough.
Such an old fritter cannot be dealt with carelessly in just one sentence.
...80% of them will be spotted.
Thinking of this, Lu Yi's tone naturally changed.
Dan Ran said:
"The old owner has passed away, I don't want to mention it again!"
"You little girl, you speak so softly..."
"Could it be that you want me to be there to help you dominate the world?"
Following Lu Yi's proud inquiry.
My heart skipped a beat, and I instantly transformed into Murong Jinjiao opposite me.
"Stand by and help me dominate the world?"
I chewed the words spoken by the green magic sword across from me several times in my heart.
With the power of Divine Thought in the realm of True Monarch Murong Jinjiao, countless possibilities have already been turned around.
The spirit of a divine weapon usually follows its first old master.
The old master was a heroic hero and a great chivalrous person.
The same is true for the nature of the divine weapon itself.
If it is a sidearm of the evil demon, even if it is just quietly put aside.
There will be infinite evil blood on it, slowly escaping.
"Speaking like this... Could the former owner of this supreme divine weapon be the founding emperor of some dynasty?"
Many thoughts in my mind changed like this.
Murong Jinjiao looked at Lu Yi with eyes that became even more intense.
In ancient times, if you wanted to change the dynasty...then establish a new dynasty.
I must have the means to reach heaven and earth. I am supremely powerful.
Otherwise, we would not be able to suppress the countless long-standing families and sects all over the ancient planet.
When she thought of this, Murong Jinjiao instinctively wanted to continue asking which of the founding emperors of the past he was.
But at this time, Lu Yi didn't want to give her a chance to continue investigating.
He continued in an arrogant tone, talking about the issues that Murong Jinjiao really cared about.
"With your cultivation level, it is not a problem for me to assist you."
"However, some things... need to be agreed in advance!"
"If something goes wrong in the province in the future, let me blame you again!"
As he said that, a faint shadow of the green dragon appeared on the body of the magical sword wrapped around the handle of the blue dragon.
"I am the sword of the Martial Saint! The sword of the emperor!"
"Although you are not a martial saint, you still have martial arts cultivation in you!"
"If you want me to work for you, you must improve your martial arts...point directly at the Martial Saint!"
"Are you willing?"
Following Lu Yi’s torture.
The divine sword originally had a hint of martial sage intention, but it was activated directly.
Kill it directly in the heart of the opposite Murong Jinjiao.
"What kind of power is this??"
Feel the power of some kind of looming torture, stabbing at your own soul from somewhere.
Murong Jinjiao not only felt a look of surprise in her heart, but also in her eyes.
She is a practitioner in the Realm of the True King.
Ask yourself that even if your mind is not flawless, it is almost flawless.
But at this time, there was only a magical weapon that had just awakened.
To be able to bypass everything and cut straight to the root of her heart??
What is on my mind at this moment is just one sentence.