The first thousand one hundred and ninety-ninth chapters
After all, this ax was unmanned. After this blow, the main body hanging in the air seemed to be shaking a little. Lu Ping looked at it and said with a smile: "You haven't come out yet, why are you planning to leave this last blow?"
Are you ready to take action again?"
Everyone seemed a little confused. Only Qinghu seemed to be aware of something. However, her spiritual mind searched the stone room but never found the unexpected hidden object. Then she heard Lu Ping say again: "What is the effect of that blow just now?"
As you can see, now you should still have the power to strike, what else do you think you can do?"
At this time, everyone had followed Lu Ping's gaze and looked at the giant rat mummy lying on the ground. They were all shocked. Could it be that the Thief of Heaven Patriarch had not died yet, or that he had left behind some means, otherwise,
How could he still use that ax to attack everyone?
Just when everyone was thinking wildly, a sneaky voice suddenly sounded from among the giant rat mummies, saying: "Who are you and why did you come to my cave?"
Immediately, the image of an old man with a short stature, a shriveled beard, a long beard, and rat-like eyes appeared in everyone's consciousness. Could it be that this person is really the Patriarch of Thieving Heaven, and he is still alive after all these years.
Lu Ping smiled and said: "You are good at pretending to be a ghost. You are worthy of being the spiritual treasure in the hands of the Patriarch Thieving Heaven."
After saying that, he saw Lu Ping reaching out and making a move in the direction of the giant rat. The ax that had fallen to the ground rose into the air again, but it flew towards Lu Ping's hand.
Suddenly, an invisible force rose from behind the axe, pulling the axe from the opposite direction as it flew towards Luping, and immediately repositioned the axe in mid-air.
Lu Ping smiled slightly, hooked back the four fingers with his outstretched palm, and then slowly pulled the ax towards Lu Ping again. Obviously, the strange strength was no match for Lu Ping.
However, at this moment, the voice that had previously sounded from the body of the giant rat mummy suddenly let out a triumphant laugh, and then the surface of the ax suddenly lit up with a more destructive light than before, pulling in the opposite direction.
The power of the ax suddenly disappeared, and the ax suddenly struck Lu Ping's body at a faster speed than before.
The ax struck in front of Lu Ping in an instant. However, the scene in his imagination of Lu Ping panicking and closing his eyes to die did not appear. Instead, a smile appeared on Lu Ping's face, and he only had time to say one sentence: "Nearly ten thousand
It’s really good to be able to maintain such sufficient spirituality in a year!”
Then he saw nine layers of light bursting out from Lu Ping's palm. Each ray of light formed a spiritual hand that wrapped around the previous spiritual hand. Then the spiritual hand pinched the ax blade that was coming.
However, every aura held on the ax blade was cut through one after another. However, the bright light on the ax blade was also constantly being worn away. After the ninth layer of golden Yuanyuan Gang was cut through, then
Most of the light on the ax blade had been dissipated, and the next thing to face was Lu Ping's body.
The weird laughter rang out again. Although most of the power of the ax had been eliminated by now, it was not something that a monk's body could just block.
However, Lu Ping just blocked it!
The index finger and thumb of the right hand happened to grasp the main body of the ax blade through the blade light. The ax could hardly move even half a step forward in mid-air, and the weird laughter stopped abruptly as if it was pinched by the neck. Not only that.
, even the other people around Lu Ping were stunned for a moment.
Even if most of the power of the Lingbao ax has been dissipated, the monk cannot catch it with his body. However, Lu Ping took the blow with his body and forcibly grabbed the Lingbao in his hand.
Just how strong is Lu Ping's physical body!
A slender blood mark was finally printed on Lu Ping's tiger's mouth, and bits and pieces of blood seeped out, and then a blue light flashed. After smelting the Ten Thousand Wonders of Jade Dew, Lu Ping's true essence contained powerful vitality.
There are unique advantages in recuperating injuries, as the recovery of these small wounds is usually extremely fast.
"Still not coming out?"
Lu Ping held the ax in his left hand, but stretched out his right hand again and pointed in the direction of the mummy.
"Don't, don't, I'm done with it, I'm done with it!"
A ray of black light flew out from the mouth of the mummy, but it quickly hid behind Dabao and turned into a humanoid shadow. It really looked like a shriveled little old man. He timidly came out from behind Dabao and looked at it with one eye.
Lu Ping.
Qinghu hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and asked: "Are you the weapon spirit of the God-stealing axe?"
Among the people present, the little old man seemed to only feel that Dabao's aura made him feel friendly. Facing Qinghu's inquiry, the little old man remained silent. He just hid behind Dabao and did not dare to come out, but his eyes still looked at him from time to time.
Not far away, Lu Ping had already stopped paying attention to it. Among all the people present, only Lu Ping felt deep fear for it, otherwise it would not have focused its only two attacks on Lu Ping's body.
"Hey, hey, hey, old man, let me ask you a question, what's going on with you always hiding behind Mr. Bao?"
Dabao turned around several times, but the old man was much more capable than him. No matter how he turned, the old man could hide behind him first. As time went by, Dabao always felt that the back of his neck was filled with gloomy energy, which made him feel uncomfortable.
He had a creepy feeling.
The old man's still weird voice sounded behind Dabao, saying: "What is the relationship between you, a fat man, and the dead rat lying on the ground? I can feel that your breath is so similar."
Dabao resisted and said: "That's the elder of our soul-seeking rat clan, Thieving Heaven Ancestor. His old man is..., oh, that's not right. Hey, aren't you the weapon spirit of Thieving God's Axe? It's his business
You should know better than me?"
The old man's eyes were suddenly blank. Although his whole figure seemed extremely illusory, Dabao's inquiry just now clearly confused him. He tugged his beard hard and said: "What do you know? What is the God-stealing ax you are talking about?
Is it the ax that was snatched away by that person? If so, I am indeed the weapon spirit of that axe, but I don’t know about the big rat, but his body is quite comfortable inside, and I have been in it all these years.
"
Dabao asked again: "These years? How long?"
"for how long?"
The old man was confused again: "It's been a long time, it's always been here, I can't remember clearly."
At this moment, Lu Ping's voice suddenly came over again, saying: "Oh, so that's it."
With Lu Ping's voice, the old man was immediately frightened again and hid behind Dabao without even daring to show his head.
Dabao asked Lu Ping: "Boss, what's wrong?"
Lu Ping smiled and said: "Thanks to you traveling around with me all these years, you have seen a lot of rare treasures. How could you not know that the spirit of the weapon will dissipate or even be returned to nourishment if it is not nourished by the true energy?"
Even if the spirit magic weapon is lucky enough to keep the weapon spirit alive, the memory of the weapon spirit will slowly dissipate. The Thieving God Ax weapon spirit behind you can persist for thousands of years, which is already considered rare. You
Do you think he can remember anything?"
Dabao said: "But the power of the two blows this guy just made was quite powerful, and there was no trace of his spiritual energy dissipating."
Lu Ping said: "This is what I was confused about just now. Now it seems that all the mysteries are under the body of the Thieving Heaven Ancestor and the magic of the Thieving Heaven Divine Ax."
Although this God-stealing ax is only a first-tribulation spiritual treasure, its quality is obviously outstanding among the first-tribulation spiritual treasures. It even possesses some of the characteristics of a second-tribulation spiritual treasure. Due to the instinct of the weapon spirit, it can even move on its own.
It absorbs and refines a part of the spiritual energy and stores it in the body of the spiritual treasure. This is the fundamental reason why the God-stealing ax was able to achieve the power of two strikes before.
It's just that the spiritual energy absorbed and stored by the body itself without being refined by the monks' true energy is of no use to the pregnancy and nourishment of the spiritual treasure weapon spirit. Therefore, the weapon spirit looks weak at this time, with only a thin body left.
The shadow may collapse and disintegrate at any time.
The Patriarch of Thieving Heaven was even more clever in his methods. He apparently drew a branch from the spiritual veins of Jiuxuan Tower and suppressed it in this stone room. It might have been for the purpose of recuperating his injuries in this stone room, but Lu Ping saw that
Looking at the large piece of the belly of the giant rat's corpse that collapsed, it was obvious that before Patriarch Thieving Heaven could heal his injuries, he himself died due to his excessive injuries.
However, because of the instinct to protect itself, the spirit of the God-stealing ax hid itself in the giant rat's body. This way it was able to barely keep its spirit body from dissipating during the passage of nearly ten thousand years, but things like memory were not.
All have disappeared, leaving only some instincts to protect oneself.
Dabao was a little unwilling to give up, and tentatively asked the old man behind him: "The God-Stealing Axe, the Heaven-Stealing Ancestor, the Soul-Seeking Rat, and the Treasure-Seeking Rat, don't you remember them at all?"
The old man shook his head and said, "It all sounds familiar, but I can't remember anything."
Lu Ping shook his head and said: "Stop talking nonsense. You know your current situation better than anyone else. If you don't want to disappear, you should find someone to claim your master as soon as possible. With the true energy pregnant and raised, you can slowly
Restore spirituality.”
The old man was extremely afraid of Lu Ping. How could he dare to object to any of Lu Ping's instructions? However, he still timidly asked: "Then I will accept this little fat man as my master? This little fat man is so nice and kind!"
Dabao suddenly smiled brightly, but Qinghu beside him didn't feel anxious at all.
Lu Ping sneered and said: "He only has a lot of cultivation, but even if you smash his bone marrow and suck it dry, it won't be enough to meet your needs. Don't even think about it until he advances to the Dharma phase."
The old man rolled his eyes seven or eight times in a row and said, "Then, then, can I follow you?"
Lu Ping glanced at him, pointed at Qing Hu, and said, "I don't need it. Stop talking nonsense and just follow her."
The old man seemed slightly disappointed, but seeing that Qinghu seemed to be the most powerful person among these people besides Lu Ping, and from Lu Ping's tone, he seemed to expect that the little fat man in front of him would let him follow Dabao when he grew up, so he also
I had to nod my head, and I had no choice but to nod my head.
Then the old man turned into a black light and flew towards the God-stealing ax in Lu Ping's hand. Lu Ping threw the ax in his hand, and the black light disappeared into it, and then flew into Qinghu's hand.
A burst of pure vitality suddenly spurted out from Qing Hu's mouth and poured into the ax in his hand, and the Thieving God Ax suddenly became full of black light.