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Chapter 47: The Treasure of Casting

(Tonight, apple eaters should be careful, because you may eat bananas)

The palace is empty and spacious, and the contents inside have been taken away by Han Qiuxie. There are two corpses on the ground. Chen Zong recognizes that one is a deacon of the Liu family, who should be at the third level of the human extreme realm, and the other is a spiritual heart.

The steward of the court.

Their skin color was blue, a slight chill was exuding from their bodies, and the storage bags around their waists were missing.

Noticing Chen Zong's gaze, Han Qiuxie's smile became more obvious, but his eyes became colder: "They are all overestimating their abilities and ignorant. You will be like them."

Chen Zong couldn't help but smile slightly. This faint smile immediately made Han Qiuxie unhappy and he took action directly.

Han Qiuxie's own cultivation talent is the best in the Blackwater Sect and even in this area. It can be compared with most of the esoteric disciples in top powers such as Taiyuan Tianzong. Of course, it is far away from those real disciples.

There is still some gap between the proud men of heaven, such as Fang Xingchen.

Even so, Han Qiuxie still practiced the Blackwater True Kung Fu to a very advanced level and understood the Blackwater Sect's martial arts to a very advanced level.

As soon as he made a move, his right arm brought up waves of black waves, sweeping over him heavily. In the black waves, there seemed to be black water snakes undulating, and his cold eyes were locked on Chen Zong, ready to strike at any time.

That was actually Han Qiuxie's finger.

The fingers are like the fangs of a snake, and he kills with the coldness and domineering power of the Black Water True Skill, trying to extinguish Chen Zong's vitality. It is certain that those warriors who also practice high-grade spiritual skills and have the same cultivation level as Han Qiuxie will probably not be able to block his move.

, will be killed instantly.

It is indeed extraordinary, with the ability to leapfrog challenges, but the gap is too big, and Chen Zong has no intention of slowly fighting with the opponent.

Point to the sword, tap it gently, and the sword light will break through the air.

An ordinary sword light looked so simple and clear. It shot straight out without any extremely powerful aura fluctuations, but it made Han Qiuxie feel palpitated, as if something very bad was going to happen.

The same happens.

Then, it really happened.

The sword light passed by and pierced the center of the eyebrows, and then there was a chi chi sound. Han Qiuxie tried his best to open his eyes wide, his face full of shock, disbelief, and regret.

I regret provoking Chen Zong.

die!

Chen Zong quickly took away several mustard seed bags from Han Qiuxie without checking them, and first put them into the Xu Mi Ring.



"Qiu Xie... Qiu Xie..." The elder at the ninth level of the Blackwater Sect called out several times, but received no response.

Full of rage, eyes full of murderous intent, the aura of terror swept through, like the roar of a hurricane, and the terrifying black wave filled the entire palace, destroying everything.

Han Qiuxie is the chief disciple of the Blackwater Sect, and he is expected to be a top genius in the Earth Spirit Realm as the future master of the Blackwater Sect.

This time entering this sub-world, in the eyes of this elder and all the senior leaders of the Blackwater Sect, is just an experience, an experience that will not be fatal.

Because the people of the Blackwater Sect would not take action against Han Qiuxie, and the other three middle-level forces did not have the courage, unless they wanted to be wiped out.

I never thought that someone would dare to kill Han Qiuxie.

Despite being furious, the Blackwater Sect elder slowly calmed down and began to examine it carefully.

"These two people were killed by Qiu Xie." After a quick glance, the elder knew who killed the Liu family and the Lingxin Pavilion people, but the key point was who killed Han Qiuxie.

"This is the scar caused by the sword energy." Staring at Han Qiuxie's eyebrows, the elder narrowed his eyes, extremely gloomy, but said with utmost certainty: "Killing Qiuxie with just one blow, not only his sword skills

He has superb attainments and his own strength is much stronger than Qiu Xie."

"Lingxin Pavilion."

The people in Lingxin Pavilion didn't know that they were taking the blame for Chen Zong.



"Thousand Refining Hall!"

Chen Zong stared at the plaque above and read each word.

All the other palaces have no names, only this palace does, at least the dozen palaces that Chen Zong walked through have such names.

Perhaps, there is something special about this palace.

Step forward, step into.

The palace looked very spacious, with murals on all four walls. Chen Zong glanced at it and saw that the content of the murals was very simple, just figures practicing martial arts one after another.

The moves look very simple.

Immediately, Chen Zong's eyes fell on the center of the palace, where there was a bell.

The bell is dark gold in color, exuding a powerful and simple charm all the time. It is about two meters high, and the diameter of the bell mouth is about one meter and a half. The body of the bell is covered with patterns, and there are also many figures practicing martial arts.

Chen Zong also saw the writing on the clock.

"Teach me a thousand refining exercises and break this thousand refining bells!"

"Are you going to break this bell?" Chen Zong stretched out his hand and knocked. The dull sound echoed, extremely powerful, and his fingers could feel the astonishing hardness of the bell body.

Point it out with the pointing sword and use 50% of your own power.

A dull clang sounded from the bell body, echoing throughout the palace, but the bell body was intact.

One finger with ten percent power!

A duller sound sounded, but the bell body was still intact.

Staring at the bell, Chen Zong drew his sword and struck out with 100% of his strength.

The sword of mind asks the heart!

cut!

With a clang, the terrifying force of the shock penetrated the sword body and hit his arm, causing Chen Zong's arm to tremble and tingle slightly. Qi and blood almost flowed back into his body, but the bell body was still intact.

"Teach me Qian Qigong..." Chen Zong couldn't help but think about it, and then looked at the figure pattern on the clock, and then at the figure pattern on the four walls.

"Does it mean that in order to break this bell, one must refine the Tao thousands of times?"

"Try it."

Thinking of this, Chen Zong gathered his spiritual power, sheathed his long sword, took a deep breath, and mobilized all his strength.

Qian Lianquan!

With a bang, the force of a hundred times of compression hit the bell fiercely. The dull sound still vibrated away, but Chen Zong clearly felt something different and was not affected by the shock. Moreover, the bell shook slightly.

.

Thousand Refining Palm!

Thousand Refined Fingers!

Thousands of leg exercises!

Thousand Refining Storm!

Boom boom boom!

Waves of extremely dull sounds continued to vibrate away from the clock, impacting in all directions, but there would be no counterattack force to hit Chen Zong like before.

Attack after attack, the bell body was shaken and swayed again and again.

"Not enough, not enough."

Chen Zong launched attacks again and again, using Thousand Refining Spiritual Martial Arts again and again.

The storm swept across and gradually spread, filling the entire Qianlian Palace.

The figures on the four walls of Qianlian Palace seemed to come alive. As they practiced martial arts, the figures on Zhong's body also started to move.

Chen Zong's spiritual consciousness spread out unknowingly, permeating the entire palace, incorporating the exercises of all figures into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The martial arts practiced by these figures seemed simple, but they contained mysteries. Gradually, Chen Zongming realized that this was clearly a method of Qianren Lingwu.

Chen Zong's previous practice was based on his own understanding. Now, he was inspired. In an instant, inspiration burst out and the shackles were broken.

Qian Lianquan... compressed again.

One hundred and one times!

One hundred and two times!



Although the compression efficiency is getting slower and slower, there is still a significant improvement, and it is finally fixed at 200 times.

Next, there are Thousands of Palms, Thousands of Fingers, and Thousands of Legs.

All were upgraded to two hundred times, and the power was greatly increased. The power of the Thousand Refining Storm that was displayed was also significantly enhanced.

Boom boom boom!

The muffled sound became more intense.

Click!

It was very slight, but Chen Zong clearly caught it. A tiny crack appeared on the bell. The crack, like a small gap in the embankment, began to gradually expand under the impact of the torrent.

Click!

Click!

More and more sounds sounded, and the cracks on the clock continued to spread until the entire clock body was covered.

Thousand Refining Storm!

"What is this sound?"

"Where did that sound come from?"

As the sound got louder and louder, it continued to spread out. As the air spread further, someone heard it. They all stopped to identify the source of the sound, and then quickly rushed in the direction of the sound.

.

At the same time, Chen Zong gave his final blow, and the clicking sound was extremely harsh.

The bell body was broken open and then exploded.

"This is..." After the explosion, there was a half-meter-high cylinder where the original clock was. On the cylinder, there was a dark golden fist-sized piece of metal, which looked extremely simple and heavy, with its water chestnuts.

Irregular, as Chen Zong stared, he could see a restrained edge on the dark golden metal block.

But no matter what, it must be extraordinary to be received here. I quickly put it away and found some words engraved on the originally dark gold metal.

"Thousands of refinements refine gold, and forge the most precious weapon."

When Chen Zong put the thousand refined gold into the Xu Mi Ring, a figure also rushed in at an astonishing speed, like lightning. His thunderous eyes quickly swept past and saw the fragments that exploded around him.

Then I saw the round half-meter-high pillar, which finally fell on Chen Zong.

"It's you." The person who came was none other than the elder in the middle stage of Thunder Blade Castle. His eyes seemed to contain thunder as he stared at Chen Zong, and his voice was as low as thunder roaring: "What did you find here? Take it out."

boom!

The power of the sword surges, earth-shaking!

Chen Zong exploded, a terrifying aura filled the air, and he fought hard against the opponent without fear.

The previous battle seemed to be a draw, but Chen Zong was sure of killing the opponent. The reason why he didn't kill him was because it wasted time and delayed the search for other treasures.

But since Thousand Refined Gold has fallen into his hands, there is absolutely no reason to hand it over.

In this case, there is only one fight.

In this way, you can only kill the opponent.

Feeling the terrifying aura erupted by Chen Zong, the elder of Thunder Blade Fort's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly hesitated.

This kind of momentum is not only no weaker than his own, but even a bit stronger. If he really takes action, he may not be able to kill the opponent as he wishes.

At this time, another figure flew in from the outside, as light and flexible as the wind.

With the same glance, he finally landed on Chen Zong, his pupils shrank, and a sharp and shocking cold light erupted.

An elder in the middle stage of the ninth level of the Lingxin Pavilion.

"Where is the treasure?" the elder of Lingxin Pavilion asked, his voice sharp, like a sharp sword.

"It has been obtained by this son." The elder of Thunder Blade Castle said.

"Hand it over." The elder of Lingxin Pavilion has never fought against Chen Zong. Although he felt that Chen Zong's momentum was very strong and no less powerful than his own, he did not pay too much attention to it.


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