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Chapter 722 Powerless

In the ancient bronze palace, Chu Tianxia pointed at the sleeping Alice on the nine-story ashes altar: "I suspect that this woman is merging with this ancient sword."

"Fusion?" Cao Mu was startled. This was the first time he heard this statement. The others also looked at each other, not understanding.

Because of the ancient and modern times, in the understanding of monks in the Xuanling world, no matter what kind of magic weapon it is, it can be used as long as it is in hand. At most, the original owner has put some restrictions and formations on it just in case. Unfortunately, they are all

Low-level methods are equivalent to nothing when meeting a high-level big shot.

For example, the Tiandao Sect's most precious treasure, the Wanhong Sword, is used by Chen Yu with ease, and there is also the Holy Spirit Sect's Xuanhuang Pearl, which itself is a magical weapon belonging to the leader Wan Sheng, but given to Lan Tu and Rogge, the two of them can also exert power.

Faced with everyone's doubts, Chu Tianxia explained: "I once saw in an ancient book of our Tiandao Sect that some magic weapons with the power to destroy the heaven and the earth have spiritual wisdom inside, and they must identify their owners and fuse them.

, to establish a connection with the magic weapon itself before it can be used."

With this explanation, many monks present could understand it, but what does this have to do with the mysterious disappearance of the young monk?

Chu Tianxia took action. He reached out with his big hand, grabbed a casual cultivator by the collar, and threw him directly to the bone bed on the altar.

"Ah!" Caught off guard, the casual cultivator flew out without being able to react at all.

The moment he approached the bone bed, there was no sound, the screams suddenly stopped, and the casual cultivator mysteriously disappeared into ashes.

It was truly, completely destroyed, with not even a drop of blood left.

It was as if a person, traveling through space, suddenly appeared in front of the sun, and the blazing majestic energy instantly decomposed him.

"Hiss!" Everyone present took a breath. Presumably, the young monk who was thrown in by Lan Tu before saw the ancient sword and greedily wanted to take it all for himself. He went up to the altar and approached the bone bed, but was killed by the ancient sword.

The power of the sword was annihilated.

"This kind of power... is simply unbelievable!" Cao Mu sighed sincerely, but now the question arises. The ancient sword is merging with Alice. How can everyone get it? After all, even if the heads of the six major sects come to capture this kind of energy, they can't.

Never dare to step forward.

"This is the ancient sword protecting its master on its own. Only those who agree with the woman on the stage can touch her. Otherwise, the monks from the Nascent Soul Realm will not be able to get close even if they come."

"Of course, even if the woman agrees, people cannot touch the ancient sword, otherwise they will still die." Chu Tianxia made it clear, and no one dared to go up.

If this Ji Dao Immortal Weapon is not in the process of recognizing its master, but in a sleeping state, not to mention these monks, even mortals would dare to step forward and lift it.

Unfortunately, the Jidao Immortal Soldier has already awakened. Although it has not fully awakened, even a trace of the energy it overflowed can wipe out everyone present.

"Elder Chu, if you are someone Alice agrees with in your heart, can you directly carry her away from the ancient ruins without touching the ancient sword?" Lan Tu, the great elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, asked tentatively.

All the six major sects, including Chu Tianxia, ​​Cao Mu, Huangfu Feng and Chu Manxian of Xuan Mo Sect and Wuliang Sword Sect, all know that Alice is a close disciple of Lan Tu.

Could it be that this ancient sword with murderous intent that cuts across the past and present will be taught by the Holy Spirit?

Although he was unwilling to do so, Chu Tianxia still nodded solemnly: "Logically speaking, you can do this!"

Rogge looked ecstatic. If his identity hadn't been inappropriate, he would have wanted to kick Lan Tu onto the ashes altar and take Alice away.

But Lan Tu didn't think so in his heart. He was different from Huang Zhanhong.

Huang Zhanhong had evil intentions towards Song Qingyun, while Lan Tu simply fell in love with Alice's talent.

He wants to train Alice to be the sharpest sword in his hand. He wants this sword to kill people while still being under his control.

Just like Rogge did to Circe, Lan Tu also poisoned Alice with the poison of Kuixian Powder.

The Great Elder of the Holy Spirit Sect is self-aware, and Alice will never agree with him, because the power of the Ji Dao Immortal Weapon is too strong, and Lan Tu doesn't even dare to try.

"What should we do now?" Everyone was stunned and couldn't think of an exact method.

Time passed bit by bit, and the eight elders of the six major sects could still maintain their composure, but some casual cultivators could no longer bear it.

A woman in palace attire stepped forward and walked towards the nine-story altar with light steps. Chu Tianxia, ​​Huang Zhanhong, Cao Mu and other six major sects did not stop her, but just watched coldly.

The woman in palace clothes was extremely beautiful. She layered layer after layer and soon came to the bone bed.

The Jidao Immortal Soldier did not attack her!

There was no sound in the ancient bronze palace, and all the onlookers held their breath.

The woman in palace clothes opened her lips lightly and said: "Girl, I just want to take away this ancient sword. I have no enmity with you, and I have no ill intentions towards you. You can just sleep peacefully."

Not to mention the grudge between the palace-dressed woman and Alice, they didn’t even know each other. That’s why the woman could successfully walk up to the altar.

"Huh!" The next moment, the woman in palace clothes breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out her slender white palms, and gently grasped the hilt of the ancient sword in Alice's arms.

"Successful!" Chu Tianxia said in shock.

"Ah!" The next second, the face of the woman in palace clothes was distorted, and a shrill scream came from her mouth.

As if holding a sun, the skin and body of the woman in palace clothes suddenly burst open with fine cracks, and her blood was completely evaporated in an instant.yyls

A cluster of ashes fell in front of the bone bed. The woman in palace clothes died, and even her clothes were destroyed.

The scene was completely silent and you could hear a pin drop.

The ancient sword is close at hand, and the immortal treasure is right in front of us, but no one dares to step forward.

"What will happen if we try to bombard the bone bed?" Cao Mu expressed his thoughts.

Chu Tianxia said seriously: "Absolutely not. The power of this ancient sword is beyond imagination. There is spiritual wisdom in it, but it has not been fully revived. If we use magical powers to awaken it, let alone these people present, I will

I dare to say that with this sword, the world mountain will be cut off."

"But we can't just watch this woman merge with the ancient sword!" Huang Zhanhong said with a gloomy expression.

This sentence reminded Lan Tu, the Great Elder of the Holy Spirit Sect.

There was a cold light in Lan Tu's eyes. In the past, when Alice was slacking off during her training, Lan Tu would hit or scold her, and he would hit her very hard. Many times, Alice was even injured, and she had to stay in bed for a while to recover.

What would Alice do if she and the ancient sword merged perfectly and saw herself after waking up?

"Everyone, I want to kill the girl on the bone bed, I hope you won't stop me!" Lan Tu said with a fierce expression.

This sentence surprised many people. Chu Manxian said in surprise: "Elder Lantu, isn't the girl on the bone bed your closed disciple?"

"Close disciple? Haha, this ancient sword does not belong to her. Since she took it, she will die." Lan Tu sneered.

Behind the crowd, Chen Yu held the hilt of the Wanhong Sword tightly, and he made a decision.

In fact, this place is quite suitable for the tomb of the great elder of the Holy Spirit Sect!


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