"Isn't this too exciting!?" Xu Ji couldn't help but said as he looked at a flying sword that was constantly flying around him.
This sword is not long, only forty or fifty centimeters at most.
The blade of the sword is completely black, as if it contains some extremely obscure brilliance.
On the sword body, there are green leaves, which continue to appear as the sword body shuttles back and forth.
Xu Ji was frightened to see it.
Because this sword is extremely powerful.
Countless treasures in the mist, every time they encountered the sword's edge, they would take the initiative to give in, not daring to compete with it.
Fortunately, this sword seemed to recognize him.
She just walked around him, looking extremely intimate.
Xu Ji couldn't help but think of the big yellow dog 'Ah Huang' he had raised when he was a child.
‘Ah Huang’ is a native dog, very spiritual.
Every time he came home from school and opened the door, 'Ah Huang' would be waiting at the door.
I remember one time, he got into a fight with a neighbor's kid over something.
Ah Huang heard the sound and immediately rushed out of the house, grinning at the children.
The other party was so frightened that he burst into tears and ran home to complain.
This sword is also average.
Just when he had the thought of 'panic', it automatically flew out of the mist and circled around him.
The green leaves stretched out, as if to embolden him, as if to say: Don't be afraid, master, I'm here! No matter how small you are, it's just a sword.
But the problem is...
Xu Ji looked at the flying sword that was constantly surrounding him.
He lowered his head.
"I'm just a Xibei guy!"
"Not to mention magical powers, I can't even draw talismans!"
"If this old monster's enemies come knocking on my door... I'm afraid I won't be beaten to pieces!"
Xu Ji is self-aware.
He is just an ordinary person who graduated with two degrees.
The shoulders cannot resist and the hands cannot lift.
How can one survive in the world of Xianxia, which is surrounded by dangers and where plots of murder and treasure grabbing can happen at every turn?
So what if there is a magic weapon?
He doesn't know how to use it.
Therefore, these magic weapons may also become the source of one's own death.
The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade!
The flying sword seemed to sense his emotions.
The sword light grew stronger and stronger.
The green leaves appearing on the sword changed from virtual to real.
The green leaves appeared in the mist, they were lotus leaves condensed by the light of the sword.
On the lotus leaves, paths full of destructive power spread out, causing countless magic weapons throughout the stone chamber to resonate.
Waves of divine light rose up, illuminating the entire stone chamber into boundless light.
Xu Ji was stunned.
“It’s really exciting!”
"It's just too exciting!"
So many magic weapons...
Isn't this old weirdo's net worth too rich?
However, the more this happened, the more worried Xu Ji became.
The number of magic weapons stored in this stone chamber is countless.
There are so many treasures that the old monster could not have refined by himself.
There should be no such boring old monsters!
Therefore, there can only be one answer: I am afraid that most of these treasures belong to others.
As for how you got here?
Isn’t that simple?
Kill people and seize treasures!
The old monster he traveled through time is probably the old ancestor of this world of immortals and a giant of evil.
A typical villain!
If anyone knew about it, this villain wouldn't even know how to use treasures now.
I'm afraid that the plot of the world's righteous people besieging the ancestor of the demon sect is about to take place.
With his small arms and legs, there is no way he is going to be beaten.
But now, so many magic weapons are shining brightly, I'm afraid I don't want to type on the public screen to tell everyone: I have a lot of treasures here, if you have the ability, come and grab them!
What if another stupid young man comes and robs him and pricks his tiger skin...
So, he panicked even more!
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Tianpeng held the Heavenly Talisman in his hand tremblingly and stood on the blue waves in front of Zizhi Cliff.
This divine general in heaven felt like his legs were filled with lead and could not move at all.
Every pore in his body was trembling with shivers.
In the soul, only one thought flashed: Danger!
He was about to cry but looked up at the sky above Zizhi Cliff.
I saw a sword shadow hanging high on the Zizhi Cliff, blooming with infinite light, stirring the vitality of heaven and earth.
The clouds in the sky became chaotic under the control of the sword shadow.
For a time, the stars were dim, the golden crow was colorless, and the moon was without light!
The whole world seemed to have lost its color.
Flowers are withering, green leaves are withering, and everything is wailing!
The waves under my feet were also boiling and rolling, roaring furiously.
His body was swaying and he couldn't even stand firmly.
He could only rely on the protection of the Heavenly Talisman in his hand to avoid being swept into the bottom of the East China Sea by a wave.
Even so, Tianpeng was dripping with cold sweat, his whole body was cold, and he regretted it endlessly!
At this moment, he finally knew what the power of a saint was!
He finally understood why, for thousands of years, the Jie Cult Master had been trapped in the Bi Palace, but people in heaven and on earth still changed his expression when talking about his name!
Such brilliant majesty, such power of heaven and earth.
Master Jie is worthy of being the number one killer among the Dao Ancestors!
"Why am I so mean-mouthed!?" He lamented: "I have to talk too much!"
"it's good now!"
"Dead!"
He complained to himself: "Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu, you said that with your shallow cultivation, you dare to interfere with the saint's affairs?"
"Don't you know how to write the word "huihui"?
As I kept thinking, the aura on Zizhi Cliff became more and more terrifying.
The sky seemed to have fallen.
Thick dark clouds were rolling down, but no thunder could be seen or heard.
But in the dark clouds, there are faint brilliance of countless spiritual treasures, faintly, as if they are getting ready to go.
The waves under my feet became more and more turbulent.
The rolling waves made a clanging sound like the sound of a sword.
The blow made his buttocks tremble and made him tremble.
"It's so gray! It's so gray!"
"I, Old Zhu, are going to be miserable today!" Tianpeng collapsed on the waves in front of Zizhi Cliff. He only remembered to hold on to the Heavenly Talisman in his hand, just like a drowning man holding on to a life-saving straw.
Same.
He didn't know that the terrifying power on Zizhi Cliff now was actually the Jie Cult Leader deducing some extremely terrifying magical power?
Or do you simply want to give him, this blind little god who communicates on behalf of the Jade Emperor, some color?
But Tianpeng still recognized the shadow of the sword hanging high on Zizhi Cliff.
That must be the shadow of Qingping Sword!
According to legend, the innate spiritual treasure that the leader of the Jie family carries with him!
It is also the innate treasure of Jie Jiao to suppress luck, and its status is still higher than the Four Swords of Killing Immortals!
That's why we have what we have now.
Wanbao echoes, and heaven and earth resonate!
So he understood that if he was not careful, he would be killed right away!
The saint in Biyou Palace was never a good-tempered person.
Tianpeng remembered a secret he heard in heaven after he ascended.
It is said that during the Great Tribulation of the Gods, during the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, Master Jie became so angry that he wanted to practice Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire again.
Although I don’t know whether it is true or false.
But the hole may not be windless!
A saint who has to practice all over again even under extreme anger, such as earth, water, wind, fire, etc., if he gets angry, he can find an excuse at will.
His life was immediately turned into ashes!
It was also because of the deep blessings of this Tianpeng that he raised his talisman high with a plop, causing the light of heaven to shine in all directions, and shouted: "Headmaster, teacher above, disciple Tianpeng, Feng Hao
According to the decree of Tianjin Que Miluo Heavenly Palace, I have come to pay homage to the teacher. I hope the teacher will accept his magical powers and forgive his disciples!"
Through the power of Fu Zhao's voice transmission.
The sound from the canopy actually transcended the waves and countless dark clouds, reaching straight into the Biyou Palace and echoing deep inside the palace.
Tianpeng knows that this is the special feature of Tianting Fuzhao.
It is a privilege granted to the Jade Emperor by the Taoist ancestors.
Even in the monastery of saints, communication can be carried out without any obstruction or isolation.
But this privilege cannot be used easily.
Otherwise, it will be suspected of disrespecting the saint.
But now, Tianpeng has no other choice but to bite the bullet and use the power of this talisman to directly communicate with Biyou Palace.
no way!
Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be ashes!
The phantom of the Qingping Sword has stirred up the power of heaven and earth.
Unbelievable, the next moment was a sudden murderous intent.
Fortunately, he is also smart and knows how to cling to a relationship. He calls himself a 'disciple' and considers himself a disciple.
And this is actually true in theory.
Although it is said that all the great ways in the world were passed down by Taoist ancestors.
However, under the Taoist Patriarch, how many of the living beings can understand the mysteries of the Great Dao discussed by the Taoist Patriarch?
Therefore, Taoist teachings are different from each other.
As for the Taoism practiced by the human race, most of it was passed down from the Sanqing Dynasty.
This leader is one of the Three Pure Ones, so Tianpeng can barely be called 'teacher'.
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"Here is the teacher in charge, and my disciple Tianpeng has come to pay homage to the teacher according to the decree of the Haotian Golden Palace Miluo Tiangong. I hope the teacher will accept the magical power and forgive the disciple!"
The loud shouts reached my ears.
Xu Ji was stunned.
"Teacher in charge?"
"This old monster I traveled through time is really a big boss in this world!" He thought, chewing on the information and intelligence revealed in it.
"The canopy...seems very familiar!"
"Could it be..."
A deeply memorable image appeared in his mind.
The guy with a fat head and big ears, holding a rake, shouted in a panic: "Brother Monkey, Brother Monkey, the master has been captured by the monster!"
"I'd better go back to Gao Laozhuang!"
So, Xu Ji couldn't help laughing.
Immediately, he shook his head again: "It can't be him!"
But this smile also dispelled the panic and nervousness he had felt since traveling through time.
Let him calm down.
The sword, which was constantly moving around him and showing green lotus leaves, calmed down and automatically fell in front of him. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it in his hand.
As soon as he got it, the sword formed an extremely close connection with him.
It was as if the sword was part of his body.
They are extremely close to each other.
Moreover, holding this sword, Xu Ji felt extremely solid and at ease.
It's like holding a sword in your hand. There is no place in the sky or on the earth that cannot be cut, and there is no person that cannot be cut to death.
Even the sky can poke a hole.
Even though Xu Ji doesn't understand the magic power, he still understands that the sword in his hand is probably an incredible treasure!
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The wind is calm and the sea is calm, the clouds have gathered and the sky is clear.
Tianpeng climbed up tremblingly and looked at Zizhi Cliff in front of him.
The cliff that stands above the thousands of miles of blue waves in this secret realm of the East China Sea is now shining brightly.
The purple smoke of Qingyun condenses with auspicious mist, the jade essence lingers, and the auspicious light of the sun and moon blooms.
Thousands of years old cypress trees are lush and green, and green peaches and fragrant apricots fill the palace.
The light of moral auspiciousness soars into the sky.
Immortal mist rises in it, and the innate and infinite fragrance hits your nose.
Biyou Palace!
This saint's monastery, which had been hiding for thousands of years, finally appeared from Zizhi Cliff!
Even though Tianpeng Dang wiped his sweat and walked respectfully towards the saint's ashram, he did not dare to wait for anyone to pick him up.
Because he knew that after becoming a god, the leader of the Jie Cult was trapped in the Biyou Palace and separated from the world for a long time. He not only dismissed the boys who were accompanying him, but also left his mount in the mountains without paying attention to him.
This saint has only been alone since then, in the blue lamp stone room.
No one knows what he is doing?
No one can see him!
But one thing is clear to everyone in heaven and on earth: Master Jie must repay his kindness and repay his grudges!
He suffered such a big loss during the Great Tribulation of the Gods.
How can we give up and give up?
He sent away the servant boy and released the horse back to the mountain.
Isn’t this telling everyone: We will settle the cause and effect of becoming a god together in the next great catastrophe!
