Seeing that the Qinglan Sword no longer changed, Zhang Cong waved his hand and threw out Sun Yang's thick black iron gun. The black iron gun, which was also a spiritual weapon, trembled slightly in the rich spiritual energy and kept making a buzzing sound.
With the sound of voice, Zhang Cong had an idea, and together with his spiritual thoughts, he sacrificed the Dao Dao Sword that had not come out for a long time.
As soon as the Taoist sword came out, first there was a clear sound from the Qinglan sword, and then the black iron gun shivered even more violently. A golden light suddenly appeared from the Taoist sword, and then the old thick black iron gun came out.
The black light flickered, as if the entire essence of the iron gun had been absorbed by the Taoist Sword.
In less than a cup of tea, the black iron spear, which was originally as thick as an arm, collapsed to the ground as softly as rubber noodles. However, the Taoist Sword in the sky had completed its entire sword body, and it was no longer
The radiant appearance has become like a broken iron rod, floating blackly in the air, without even a trace of aura.
As soon as Zhang Cong stretched out his hand, the Taoist Sword flew directly into his hand. As soon as Zhang Cong held the Taoist Sword with his hand, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.
At this time, Dao Dao Sword barely felt anything when he held it. Zhang Cong just felt that his arm seemed to have stretched a bit. Dao Dao Sword had transcended the scope of a sword. Zhang Cong couldn't tell what it was now.
Dao Daojian had no intention of returning to the divine palace, Zhang Cong ignored it, took out the Holy Mantra Scripture and the Holy Mantra Escape Technique and opened it. At this glance, he immediately knew why Sun Yang's calligraphy was single and his physical condition was not good.
Stronger.
Compared with Lei Shi's body refining skills, Sun Yang is of course much better, but it is unfair to compare a mid-stage foundation-building practitioner with a late-stage weapon refining practitioner. Zhang Cong understood this after carefully reading the Holy Turtle Scripture.
, It turns out that the Holy Turtle Scripture is a very advanced body-refining technique, which can be said to be as immovable as a mountain if you practice it to a great extent. Moreover, this scripture is actually a method for both physical and mental training.
However, the Holy Turtle Scripture has very strict requirements on spiritual roots. Not only does it require water-biased spiritual roots, but it also has particularly high requirements on the sea of consciousness, because moving the Holy Turtle Armor requires a large amount of divine consciousness and spiritual power, including
Spells such as the Divine Fist of the Holy Turtle and the Black Water Ice Wheel do not rely on magic weapons, but rely entirely on the concentration of spiritual power.
Sun Yang's appearance doesn't look like a water spirit root at all, and judging from his control over the holy turtle technique, it seems that the divine palace is not vast enough, so there are no secret books, but he can only sigh in despair.
Judging from the fact that he can create a reputation in the world after practicing such a holy turtle scripture, this holy turtle scripture is definitely well-deserved.
Zhang Cong himself doesn't care much about the Holy Turtle Scripture. Firstly, he doesn't know what kind of spiritual root he is. Furthermore, he himself has gone through the dual training of Tianlei and Weak Water. It would be a bit time-consuming to practice the Holy Turtle Scripture.
It's better to keep them all for Xiaohua. The Holy Turtle Dunjia and the Qinglan Sword are a perfect match for the water spirit roots.
Looking at the holy turtle sutra in his hand, Zhang Cong suddenly took out the holy turtle armor from the storage bag. He thought about whether such a magical armor could absorb spiritual energy on its own. Unexpectedly, as soon as the armor came out, it flew directly to Qinglan.
Next to the sword, the sword armor shone brightly, as if they knew each other.
Zhang Cong suddenly had a feeling that the Holy Turtle Armor and Qinglan might have been the magical equipment of a senior before. Sun Yang accidentally obtained them. He chose to practice the Holy Turtle Armor first, and this Qinglan Sword, perhaps
Because his spiritual roots were not right and he couldn't control it, he was directly hidden in the snow.
Zhang Cong looked at the flashing Qinglan Sword and Holy Turtle Armor, and suddenly thought of his own spiritual roots. He could actually make the Qinglan Sword show its true appearance. Could it be that he had water spiritual roots? But he could also absorb the calamity thunder.
, what kind of spiritual root do I have? The more Zhang Cong thought about it, the more confused he became.
The thick mist-like aura of the black pine forest nourished the three treasures. The Dao Dao Sword could not see any changes, but the Holy Turtle Armor could clearly be seen. Golden streaks began to flash on the dark armor. Zhang
With an idea, the small porcelain bottle flew out immediately.
As soon as the small porcelain bottle came out, it immediately flew to the side of the Holy Turtle Armor and the Qinglan Sword. It circled slowly as if observing. Suddenly, the mouth of the small porcelain bottle tilted, and a stream of spiritual liquid was directly sprinkled on the Holy Turtle Armor.
superior.
Just like a bored drunkard suddenly smelling the aroma of wine, the holy turtle's armor suddenly flew up and circled around the small bottle. The small porcelain bottle once again dripped a few drops of spiritual liquid on the armor. Zhang Cong finally saw that this was
The changes in black armor.
The holy turtle's armor, which was originally as clumsy as a tortoise shell, turned out to be as smooth and moist as silk. The dark armor was shining with golden light, and it turned out to be decorated with water ripples, making a large piece of satin-like holy turtle armor seem to have something.
The brilliant light waves are constantly surging, looking both beautiful and mysterious.
With the feeding of the small porcelain bottle, the shimmering black brocade became more supple and continuously changed its shape in the air. Zhang Cong thought, and a large ball of black silk fell directly on him and turned into a fitted gown.
Zhang Cong could feel the surging spiritual energy emitting from the holy turtle armor, and he couldn't help but throw out a sword. With his consciousness, the sword flying into the air shone with light and stabbed directly towards Zhang Cong's chest.
Zhang Cong remained motionless and allowed the sword to approach. The moment the sword touched his body, Zhang Cong's chest suddenly swelled with a rhombus-shaped shield. With a clang, the sword was ejected as far as it could go, and then the gown returned to form.
It regained its original relaxed and supple appearance.
Zhang Cong can't close his mouth. What kind of fate is this? Just kill any foundation-building monk to get such a precious magic weapon?
Zhang Cong is now finally sure that the Holy Turtle Armor and the Qinglan Sword are definitely treasures on the same level as the Dao Dao Sword. At the very least, they are also magic weapon-level things. Magical weapons almost never have autonomous consciousness. Only treasures above the magic weapon can.
It has autonomous consciousness and can even produce spirit spirits.
Zhang Cong touched the holy turtle armor on his body and couldn't help but start to plan for the next step. Although this magic weapon is good, it is not good enough? This set is for Xiaohua, but the mother-in-law doesn't even have a decent sword, so she can't show her face.
? If not, you have to rob the foundation-building monks. Anyway, the foundation-building monks of Xuanjian Sect seem to be rich.
Now Zhang Cong's treasures, except for the golden pearl fruit and the spirit-gathering branch that are still sleeping, are almost all floating in the forest with rich spiritual energy. Feeling the breathing rhythm of several magic weapons, Zhang Cong feels a sense of satisfaction.
born.
It is said that a good bird chooses wood, and it seems that magic weapons also choose people. The exotic treasure that was originally gathering dust in Sun Yang's hands immediately took on a new lease of life. I wonder if Sun Yang, who has become a ghost, will see it again.
Angry to death?
Zhang Cong walked forward slowly, heading toward the Weak Water Cave. He had been wondering whether some of the body-building methods in the Holy Turtle Sutra could be integrated into his body-building skills.
Several magic weapons floated in the air and followed Zhang Cong until they reached the edge of the cliff of the weak water cave. Suddenly, the Qinglan sword floating in the air trembled and suddenly flew into the surging weak water pool.
As the Qinglan Sword entered the water, the already turbulent weak water pool suddenly became more turbulent. With a thought, Zhang Cong put the Dao Dao Sword and the small porcelain bottle into the divine palace, and plunged into the weak water with a fierce force.
The holy turtle armor on his body turned into a turtle shell the moment he entered the water, protecting Zhang Cong tightly. Zhang Cong touched the turtle shell on his chest and back and couldn't laugh or cry. If others saw this, what would he do in the future?
To see people?
The irritation of the weak water on Zhang Cong's skin was already very weak, but it still hurt like a needle prick. Zhang Cong's consciousness swept away and he discovered that Qinglan Sword seemed to be fighting something a mile away. Zhang Cong
With a curious look on his face, he moved his body and swam farther away.
There were still a hundred or ten meters away, and the surging spiritual power almost made it difficult for Zhang Cong to move. Zhang Cong took a closer look and saw that what was trembling with the Qinglan sword turned out to be a small green snake only about a hair long.
Zhang Cong carefully looked at the little green snake, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. The little green snake had sharp horns on its head, and its body glowed blue. Every time it spit out a cloud of white mist, it instantly froze the Qinglan Sword.
Zhang Cong had read some miscellaneous notes. This thing seems to be recorded in the book, and it seems to be called Chilong, but it looks like it hasn't grown up yet.
As soon as Zhang Cong came closer, the little guy turned his eyes to look at Zhang Cong, completely ignoring the Qinglan Sword next to him.
With a thought from Zhang Cong, the Qinglan Sword suddenly flew back to Zhang Cong. Zhang Cong thought for a while and actually took out the small porcelain bottle from the divine palace.
Zhang Cong always felt that this little bottle was strange. It seemed that he was familiar with many things in Falling God Valley and had been living in his sea of consciousness for a long time. Why did he think that this little bottle seemed to know it, so Zhang Cong called him brother.
As soon as the small bottle came out, it immediately flew towards the little Chilong. To Zhang Cong's surprise, the little Chilong remained motionless and allowed the small bottle to circle around him, without attacking at all.
What's even more surprising is that the little chi dragon suddenly swam to the side of the small bottle, put its head into the mouth of the bottle, and sucked the spiritual fluid in the bottle as if drinking milk. Zhang Cong smiled unconsciously, and so did this little guy.
It's my own.
As expected by Zhang Cong, after a while, the little guy actually wrapped his body around the small porcelain bottle, and followed the small bottle to fly to Zhang Cong's eyes. He stared at Zhang Cong with two blue eyes.
With a thought, Cong took the small bottle and the little dragon wrapped around it into the divine palace.
The Qinglan sword hanging in the water suddenly flashed with a green light and flew towards the side of the pool. Zhang Cong quickly followed behind and flew to a pile of rocks. Zhang Cong was stunned for a moment. The pile of rocks
There are actually more than a dozen long swords of different styles stuck on it.
The long swords looked very old, and their styles were far less beautiful than today's spiritual weapons. However, Zhang Cong knew that every sword here was of top quality, because this is the Valley of the Fallen Gods, and the things that could appear here were at least one piece.
Magical weapon.
There were a total of thirteen ancient long swords, which had been corroded by the weak water and were stained with rust. Zhang Cong did not even think about putting them away. He had the Dao Sword, and the Qinglan Sword would definitely be given to Xiaohua. At most, he would find another one for Aunt Cuihua.
Just the right magic weapon is enough.
The long swords ranged in size and thickness. Zhang Cong chose a slender one and pulled it out. As the long sword was pulled out, a black light shrouded it for several meters in radius. Zhang Cong took a closer look and saw that the slender blade was actually at the tip of the sword.
It was branched out, like a snake letter, and the sword rippled with the waves in the weak water, just like a wriggling black snake.
