The soul shrine in Qianyuan's hand is called "Wuji Black Flame". It is different from Taoism, where most of the magic weapons are weapons of all kinds, and unlike Buddhism, where most of the sacred weapons are based on Buddhist magical weapons. The warriors of the Demon Sect are eclectic.
The style of this soul niche is also bizarre.
Take this "Wuji Black Flame" as an example. It is actually a black flame stored in a black locust wood box. This box is the so-called "niche".
The "soul" in the soul niche refers to the things stored in this box, which can be a ball of fire, an evil wind, or even an ice lotus. Anything that can absorb the spirit energy of blood animals and grow spiritually
Everything can be made into a "soul niche" by masters of the Demon Cult.
Qianyuan looked up at the sky above Dajiaoping. He thought that this operation was a sure thing, but he didn't expect that he would attract a Buddhist master halfway. It happened that this man also had a powerful Buddhist holy weapon in his hand.
Yi Xifeng raised his head and looked at the golden light, and he understood clearly in his heart. Even though this young man from the Demon Cult was quite strong, he was at the same level as Xiao Yuanfeng at most, and definitely not at the level of a hero, even better than Medicine Master Miao.
Weak on the line.
What’s really troublesome is the black flame in his hands!
The weapon spirit in Yi Xifeng's hand also produced a weapon spirit. But in comparison, Ye Jian Hanxing's weapon spirit is still immature and can only express certain emotions to him. It is not as capable as Zhenwu Jie Tianchi.
He is smart and unable to assist Yi Xifeng in fighting on his own.
However, the Buddhist master who just appeared gave Yi Xifeng a feeling of déjà vu.
Faintly, Yi Xifeng already had a guess, but he couldn't confirm it. He couldn't help but look at Lin Fenghuo aside, only to find that Heizi was giving him the same look.
"Burn the temple? Haha, your Majesty, go ahead and burn it! I am a lay disciple!" A sneer came, followed by a figure falling from the dome surrounded by black flames.
Boom!
Without slowing down at all, the man just hit the ground straight up. In an instant, sand and gravel flew up and the rocks shattered.
I saw a tall and tall young man appear in the middle of Dajiaoping. He was wearing a bamboo hat, a green shirt and robe commonly worn by Jianghu people, and two long knives hanging on his waist.
At this time, the young man in green shirt was standing in the middle of Dajiaoping, with his back to Xiao Yuanfeng, Yi Xifeng and others. Looking at his clothes, there was no trace of the kind atmosphere that a Buddhist disciple should have. His every move was full of chivalry!
If it weren't for the two strings of Buddhist beads wrapped around his arm, it would be difficult to realize that it was the tall and tall young man in front of him who had just shattered the "Black Flame Prisoner" blockade.
When Xiao Yuanfeng saw someone rushing to help, he was naturally overjoyed, but what the young man said just now made City Lord Xiao a little unhappy.
"What?! This person, this person is the demon son of the demon sect, Qianyuan?"
"Oh my god, why is he here?"
"I can't blame the black flames for being so powerful. This is the work of the devil!"
The first ones to react were the horse thieves and city guards who had originally killed red eyes. They were all people struggling at the bottom of the martial arts world. Their own strength was not up to the level of those martial artists, and they could barely maintain their Qi, Momentum, and Mang San.
within the environment.
For these people, the behemoth of the Demon Sect is no longer hostile. Even if an ordinary disciple of the Demon Sect stood on their opposite side, if there were not strong men like Xiao Yuanfeng or Bachi Man sitting in their place, they would definitely be defeated.
Will choose to turn around and run away.
Not to mention, a strong man of the level of Demon Sect Demon Son.
Compared with Xiao Yuanfeng and the other soldiers' emphasis on Qianyuan's identity, Yi Xifeng and Lin Fenghuo's attention was firmly attracted by this "lay disciple" of Buddhism.
Yi Xifeng stared at the two swords on the opponent's waist and said with a wry smile: "We haven't seen each other for many years, but this guy's strength is still so abnormal!"
Lin Fenghuo smiled and walked forward, seemingly wanting to say hello to the other party.
"Don't just call me a pervert, but your deeds often reach my ears and make my hands itch for a long time." The tall and tall man in green shirt turned his head and muttered to Yi Xifeng behind him.
"Haha, Zhao Long! It's really you! Why did you come to the Western Regions too?" Lin Fenghuo stepped forward and hugged the other party's shoulders. Heizi's figure is relatively tall, while Zhao Long's figure is thinner.
Some, but both of them have grown a lot in height, almost 1.8 meters tall.
Yi Xifeng is the youngest among the three of them, and he is also a little shorter. After all, he is only fifteen years old in theory, and his height of 1.77 meters is not short.
"That's a good question. You can ask him why he came?" Zhao Long grinned. After all, he was a friend he hadn't seen for many years. Even though he was naturally cold-tempered, he couldn't help but feel happy from the bottom of his heart.
Yi Xifeng couldn't help but roll his eyes. He knew that the other party had probably accepted the task from the master. This time he came to the Western Regions to crown the saint of the divine religion. However, with the news channels of Daming Temple, it was naturally easy to
I knew that the saint who was about to be crowned was Li Xintian.
As for Zhao Long's coming to the Western Region this time, whether it was a commission from his master or whether he came here on his own initiative is another matter.
"I came to see my new addition." Yi Xifeng said casually, holding the Hanxing Sword in one hand on his shoulder.
When Zhao Long heard this, there was no expression on his face, and he showed no sign of relief. He just turned his head again and looked at Qianyuan opposite.
"Your Highness Mozi, do you still want to fight?" Zhao Long asked coldly.
Qianyuan was a crazy person to the core. Seeing this "fake bald donkey" suddenly pop up to ruin his good deeds, he felt very unhappy. Looking at the other person's tone, it was obvious that he was provoking him.
With a slight sweep of his soul, he noticed the strength level of his opponent, and reached the level of a knight entering the room.
Zhao Long himself was three years older than Yi Xifeng who killed him, and he is already eighteen years old this year. He is also a famous young martial artist in the world. He can reach the realm of chivalrous warriors before he is twenty years old, and will be focused on training in any sect.
But even so, compared with Qianyuan, there is still a certain gap between the two.
Qianyuan's actual age is not very old, only twenty-five years old, but his appearance remains that of a teenager. This is the sequelae of his being possessed once during his practice. The road to martial arts is extremely difficult, and even a genius cannot survive.
Smooth sailing.
What's more, in the Demon Cult, there are countless geniuses vying for the position of Demon Son. How can one outdo others? It is impossible to stand out without some special means or dangerous tactics.
"Don't think it's important that you have a string of broken beads in your hand. With your level of strength, you are not as big a threat to me as the master of the weapon spirit!" Qianyuan said with a strange smile.
The "Master of Weapon Spirits" he refers to naturally refers to Xiao Yuanfeng who is present. After all, he is at the Dacheng Realm of Chivalry, a full two levels higher than Zhao Long.
"Stop talking nonsense, to fight or not to fight?" Zhao Long was still expressionless, as if the smile he gave Lin Fenghuo just now spent all his good mood, and naturally he didn't have a good attitude towards his enemy Zhao Long.
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