"Gun! Show me." Ancestor Chi Yan took the treasured spear from Lin Ming's hand. The entire barrel of the spear was dark purple, which is the color of the Purple Lightning Divine Bamboo. Between the purples, there are countless dense red lines.
, this is what is left after the Holy Fire Wutong is integrated into the Purple Lightning Divine Bamboo.
The spear head was eight inches long, with a high ridge and thin blade, and a strong cold light. This spear head was made by Zi Xuan by fusing Black Thunder Stone and Suzaku Fire Essence. It was not only sharp and hard, but also compatible with thunder and fire, which was perfect for Lin Ming.
The entire gun is engraved with formation patterns from beginning to end. This type of formation is used to conduct true energy. Purple Lightning Divine Bamboo and Holy Fire Wutong are originally the best materials for channeling the true energy of the dual elements of thunder and fire. In addition, the formation's
Not only will the true essence being poured into it not be hindered, but it will be greatly increased.
It can be said that this gun was tailor-made for Lin Ming.
Ancestor Chi Yan caressed the spear as if caressing his beloved woman. The grade of the treasured spear was as he expected - high grade on earth level, and it was the top grade among them.
Generally speaking, when a heaven-level treasure comes out, it will trigger a heavenly tribulation. After the treasure is tempered by a heavenly tribulation, it will become sharper and more powerful.
The spear built by the ancestor of Chiyan was not even heaven-level, but because it contained too many top-quality thunder and fire materials and was close to Tai Chi Heaven, it attracted Tai Chi Heaven's thunder and fire vitality, forming a false heavenly tribulation.
Although it is not a real catastrophe, it still plays the role of final tempering, making the quality of this magic gun even better.
Ancestor Chi Yan touched and looked at it for a while, then reluctantly handed the gun to Lin Ming and said, "The gun is yours, you name it."
Lin Ming took the gun in his hand. He shook it casually. The whole gun was very elastic. When shaken, the power stored in it was enough to break the bones of an average master.
True essence is poured into it, and thunder and fire suddenly intersect with each other on the entire gun. The violent crackling sound makes people's hearts palpitate. This kind of terrifying power, combined with the thunder and fire kill shot, its power will be unimaginable.
Lin Ming said: "Since it is made of Zixuan Divine Iron, let's call it Zixuan Divine Spear!"
With the magic gun in hand, Lin Ming couldn't wait to test its power. And he soon found a very good experimental subject - the leader of Huo Chi in Southern Xinjiang... Ten days later, the Hundred Thousand Mountains in Southern Xinjiang——
The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. Above the forest in southern Xinjiang, with a high-pitched roar, a giant dragon-shaped beast with a wingspan of six feet wide, covered in scales and dragging a long tail flew across the sky.
The broad wings cast black shadows on the ground. From a distance, this giant beast flying in the air looked like a dragon with two broad wings.
This beast is called Feitian Jiao, and it has the bloodline of the holy beast Yinglong. Yinglong and Jiaolong look similar. They are both dragon-type holy beasts, but Yinglong has wings. Therefore, its descendants can basically fly in the air.
On the back of the flying dragon, stood a young man in black, holding a purple spear, standing in the wind. This young man was Lin Ming.
Ten days ago, Lin Ming set out from Zhong Yan Mountain. Ancestor Chi Yan gave him this flying dragon as a substitute. The speed of the flying dragon was far beyond that of the divine wind eagle. It could fly tens of thousands of miles with its wings spread.
A priceless mount.
In addition, Lin Ming's Purple Hyun Divine Spear was also shot by the Chiyan Patriarch, who used formations to cover up its brilliance and true energy fluctuations. From the outside, it looked like an extremely ordinary high-grade human-level treasure.
, unless it is someone whose cultivation level exceeds that of the Chiyan Ancestor, it will be difficult to see the clues at all.
After all, the Purple Hyun Divine Spear was too valuable. With Lin Ming's current strength, swaggering around with the Purple Hyun Divine Spear was almost equivalent to committing suicide.
Currently, there are only two people who know that Lin Ming possesses the Zixuan Divine Spear - Mu Qianyu and Ancestor Chi Yan.
Mu Qianyu is naturally trustworthy, and although Patriarch Chi Yan has a violent personality, he is upright and upright, and has a good personal relationship with Lin Ming, so he will not betray Lin Ming. What's more, this gun was made by Patriarch Chi Yan himself.
The flying dragon was flying with lightning speed. Lin Ming stood on the back of the dragon, looking down at the rapidly retreating scenery below. He couldn't help but be filled with emotion. It was only a few months before he returned to his old place, but his situation at this time was completely different.
At first, he was chased by Huo Gong, and he tried his best to fight back and kill Huo Chi. Soon, he was chased by Huo Chi. If it weren't for his luck, he met Suzaku halfway and scared away Huo Chi.
The fire spirit clone who taught him was probably dead in the Blackwater Swamp. Later, when he entered Thunder Mountain, he also fled for his life, going through life and death.
All kinds of life and death crises were just like yesterday. But today, Lin Ming returned to Southern Xinjiang. His strength was no longer the same as before. Nothing in the huge Southern Xinjiang could threaten him.
Lin Ming's first destination was the Fog Valley Tribe.
The Wugu Tribe is located in a valley. The valley is often filled with heavy fog in the morning, hence its name. This is a small tribe quite close to the Huochi Tribe, with a population of only four to five thousand people.
When Lin Ming flew close to the Wugu tribe, he let the Feitian Jiao freely forage in the jungle of Southern Xinjiang. The blood concentration of the Feitian Jiao was roughly equivalent to that of the Thunder Lizard on Thunder Mountain, and its current strength was equivalent to that of an acquired warrior. In the jungle of Southern Xinjiang, there were no
There is no need to worry about the opponent.
Lin Ming jumped off the dragon's back, thousands of feet into the void. When he fell rapidly, he was like a fish swimming in the water. He waved his sleeves again and again, using the artistic conception of wind to slow down. Finally, he landed as lightly as a feather.
on the ground.
According to his memory, Lin Ming quickly found a house. It was a low-rise house located in the corner of the foggy valley. It had just received a spring rain, and there were still wet drops of water hanging on the bluestone pavement, which gave it a refreshing feeling.
In the yard with red tiles, a girl with a delicate appearance wearing coarse cloth was holding a wooden basin, wringing out the freshly washed clothes and drying them on the clothesline. Under the sun, the girl's tender little
The arms are like lotus roots, white and dazzling.
This girl is the witch Na Shui of the Na's tribe. When Lin Ming went to assassinate Chi Guda, he gave the Na's sisters some gold and settled them in the Wugu tribe.
Before entering the Holy Land of Witches, Lin Ming promised to avenge the Na sisters. He was a man of great promise, and now, he came to fulfill his promise.
"Brother Mulin?" Na Shui suddenly froze when she saw Lin Ming walking into the courtyard. There was a look of surprise and disbelief in Shui Lingling's eyes.
"Is your sister here?" Lin Ming smiled slightly at Na Shui. Mulin was the pseudonym he used in southern Xinjiang.
"Yes... yes." Na Shui nodded vigorously, hurriedly put down the wooden basin, and ran towards the house, shouting as she ran: "Sister, Brother Mulin is back!"
At first, Lin Ming almost appeared in Na Shui's world as a savior. He not only rescued her and her sister from the evil spirits of Southern Xinjiang, but also later helped them avenge their father and mother's murder. In Southern Xinjiang,
A series of hardships encountered in the forest were resolved one by one by Lin Ming. Under such circumstances, Na Shui, who had just begun to fall in love, could not forget Lin Ming.
In just a few blinks, Nayi appeared at the door of the low room. She was wearing an apron, her sleeves were rolled up, and her slender white fingers were still stained with water drops that were probably from washing vegetables. She really looked like a slim little girl.
Na Yi was also surprised when she saw Lin Ming. She was very aware of Lin Ming's terrifying talent and the identity gap between the two sisters and Lin Ming. She originally thought that she might never see Lin Ming again in this life, but she didn't expect that he would come back again.
"Benefactor." Nayi bowed and said respectfully. Compared with the lively and kind-hearted Nashui, Nayi always maintained a calmness that was completely inconsistent with her age. Probably from the fact that she witnessed her mother being eaten to pieces.
After seeing the incomplete body, she closed her heart.
Hearing Na Yi call him his benefactor, Lin Ming felt a little helpless. This title really made him feel a little awkward. When he killed Chi Guda to avenge the Na Yi sisters for killing their father and mother, he could indeed be regarded as a benefactor.
"Come in, I have something to ask you."
The three of them walked into the house. The light in the room was a little dark. There were freshly washed vegetables in the basin, and next to it was the stove that was still steaming.
"There hasn't been much movement in the Huo Chi Tribe these days, right?" Lin Ming glanced around casually, sighing at the simplicity of the two sisters' lives.
"No." Nayi shook her head. Wugu was very close to the Huochi Tribe. If the Huochi Tribe wanted to send troops to fight or something, she would naturally know about it.
"Since nothing happened, the masters of the Fire Chi Tribe should have gathered in their lair. Well... do you know the specific location of the Fire Chi Tribe?"
"Where is the Huo Chi Sect?" Na Yi was slightly startled and said with some confusion: "I know, the benefactor wants to..."
Lin Ming said: "When I went to the Witch God Tower, I promised you that I would help your sisters take revenge and kill Chi Guda and Headmaster Huochi. Now, Chiguda is dead, and there is still Headmaster Huochi who has not been killed.
Not only does he have a grudge against you for killing your master, he also has a deep quarrel with me, and I also want to get the sacred fire of the Huochi tribe, so I came back to southern Xinjiang this time to kill him."
When Lin Ming said this, Na Yi's eyes widened in surprise, and Na Shui also covered her mouth, killing the Huo Chi Headmaster!? Looting the Huo Chi tribe's inherited fire!?
The strength of Master Huo Chi is at least in the middle stage of the day after tomorrow. He once killed their master easily. In the eyes of the two sisters, such a figure is the top master in the entire southern Xinjiang. He is as insurmountable as a mountain, even if he has a firm temperament.
Nayi would feel suffocated every time she thought about the revenge of killing a master. She clearly knew how slim the chance of reaching that level of strength was in her lifetime.
And now, Lin Ming actually wants to kill Headmaster Huo Chi? He is only sixteen years old!
At first, Lin Ming killed Chi Gu, which shocked Na Yi. However, some of the peerless geniuses recorded in the books of the Wushen Cult were able to do this at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Lin Ming was able to return from the Kingdom of God.
Although Na Yi was shocked by killing Chi Gu, she could accept it, but Leader Killing Chi... she simply couldn't imagine it!!~!
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