Chapter 133 The magic weapon is still there, the bird is gone! (3/5)
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Is this guy calling friends?
Jun Buqi glanced at them and felt a little strange. These two people were clearly here for this magic weapon. Are they planning to break the jar and throw it away? No one else can get what they can't get? Or are they planning to pour water on it?
Stir it up, and then fish in troubled waters?
Also, isn't it said that there is no map in this Zenith Secret Realm? Then how did they find this place in such a short period of time?
With doubts in mind, Jun Buqi silently refined the restrictions within the divine weapon.
No matter what level this magic weapon is, if it has the same restrictions as the Little Gourd of Enlightenment, it is definitely not a low-level thing.
He estimated that for this magical weapon, the lowest level would have to be the Immortal Weapon.
As the restrictions within the divine weapon were refined, the stone skin on the outer surface of the divine weapon gradually fell off, and red-gold light gradually emerged from the stone skin, rising into the sky.
Finally, the magic weapon revealed its true face.
A huge pillar, completely black with red gold lines, stands slightly tilted in this mountain forest, even higher than the nearby peaks.
At the top of this giant pillar, there is a 'crown'-like protrusion, which is larger than the giant pillar itself and looks a bit weird.
The tall woman's whistle was already enough to attract people's attention, but now the red gold light rising into the sky is even more eye-catching.
What surprised Jun Buqi was that the black bird that had been inextricably linked with one of his clones was now hovering in the air and no longer stretched out its claws.
His eyes were fixed on Lone Peak, and then he looked at Jun Buqi who was sitting under Lone Peak.
The black bird did not move, and the clone was naturally happy to be at ease. After all, moving here requires mana. Mana cannot be replenished from the outside world, but can only be replenished with elixirs.
Not long after, there were figures rushing towards them from a distance, and there were more than one.
Upon closer inspection, there were actually as many as sixteen, and each of them wore different clothes, obviously not from the same force.
But at this time, the monks from the same state can be regarded as coming from the same force.
As soon as these people arrived, the tall woman said: "I am Fu Junming, a disciple of Yuxu Palace. It took hundreds of years and nearly ten generations of disciples in my Yuxu Palace to find this thing. I hereby swear,
If you all help me get this thing, I will be richly rewarded in Yuxu Palace afterwards..."
A shirtless monk stood up and said, "Don't swear, the treasures in this world are only for the virtuous. Since everyone has seen that they are all virtuous, why don't everyone rely on their abilities?"
Jun Buqi was delighted when he saw this man, because with his slovenly dress and unruly temperament, he looked like a monk from Leizhou.
"This is a very good thing to say, my fellow Taoist! I have been looking for this thing in my Buddhist sect for nearly a thousand years. It is the most precious diamond of my Buddhist sect and the demon-conquering vajra. Don't look at the poor monk like this. Monks don't lie."
A bald young man told lies without changing his expression.
This shows how attractive this magic weapon is to them.
Everyone gathered around the big black pillar and began to wrap their spiritual consciousness around the black pillar. Everyone wanted to refine it first. Thus, a new round of war began.
The battle is no longer the back-and-forth of swordsmanship as before, but a silent intertwining of spiritual consciousness.
Jun Buqi's three clones also retreated and stood beside him, vaguely protecting him in the middle. They did not join the silent battlefield.
But you did not abandon your spiritual consciousness, but you attacked the city within the iron pillars.
He already knew that this was not actually an iron pillar, but a big gun. As for the grade of it, he couldn't tell.
But judging from the restrictions inside the big gun, the grade of this magic gun is actually much lower than that of the Enlightenment Little Gourd, and it cannot be compared equally at all.
And that big black bird, or you can call it the red gold black bird, is not a real alien beast, but the gun soul of this big gun, and he can even communicate with it silently now.
After a long time, I don't know who ended this silent spiritual battle, turning it into a heated scene of swordsmanship and sword fighting, and this scene slowly spread to the side.
Finally, the red-gold bird flew away, showing no regrets.
Everyone didn't care much about it. After all, it was a strange beast in the Zenith secret realm. It was difficult to feed it if taken out. Unless some had special bloodline, it would be no different from ordinary monsters.
But this big black bird should have some special blood.
But compared to the big black bird, what is more important now is this big black pillar that emits a red gold light reaching into the sky. No one wants to waste their energy on other places.
But the two disciples of Yuxu Palace, tall and short, looked puzzled. They all thought that the big black bird was the guardian of this divine weapon. How could they give up guarding the divine weapon so easily?
But the fact is that the magic weapon is still there, but the bird is gone!
This scene shook their suspicions about the seniors in the sect.
But the magic weapon was still here, so they didn't think much about it. They just thought about what method they should use to finally get this magic weapon?
Eighteen monks from different sects compete for a magic weapon, and basically no one can get it. But this dilemma must be broken, and everyone's time is precious.
Fu Junming thought for a while, then looked at Jun Buqi and the three monks surrounding him, and said loudly: "We are here to fight to the death, but someone wants to be that fisherman, are you willing?"
With one sentence, the monks who were fighting for life and death stopped for a moment, and then they all looked at Jun Buqi and the others.
Leizhou monk twisted his neck and said with a chuckle: "Shenyangmen and Tianyan Valley are definitely not good-hearted people. Everyone, why don't we join forces first and send these bastards away?"
Seeing this, Jun Buqi cursed MMP in his heart! He put away the melon seeds, stood up, smiled evilly, and raised his middle finger at them, "If you have the ability, come and bite me!"
Monks:...
"You fools, we meet again in the mountains and rivers, so let's say goodbye and don't miss grandpa!"
After provoking everyone, Jun Buqi turned around and left, which was so neat and tidy.
The same was true for the three monks beside him, without hesitation, as if this magical weapon had no appeal at all to them.
"Amitabha! You guys, we can't let them leave like this." Suddenly, a Buddha's call woke up all the monks who were a little stunned by Jun Buqi, "We still need time to communicate and deal with this magic weapon. This devil
This trip must be for people...the mighty heavenly dragon, the demons of the Shenyang Sect will not leave, and the poor monk will strike a powerful Vajra Dragon Claw hand!"
A claw mark was grabbed out of thin air and slapped towards Jun Buqi and the others.
When everyone heard what he said, they felt it was reasonable and followed suit one after another.
"What the monk said is very true!"
But at this moment, the three clones behind Jun Buqi flew in three different directions, leading the pursuers behind him away.
He himself faced the great monk and said, "Monk, I will fight with you!"
The monk never expected that what greeted him would be a madman who blew himself up.