One thousand two hundred and ninety-four chapters, such as funeral examinations
"Holy weapon?"
Lin Xi glanced at Du Ying subconsciously.
Du Ying showed no expression: "It's a sacred artifact, but it's in very poor condition."
Difference in quality?
Lin Xi was a little confused.
Because from his point of view, the aura of this mysterious copper furnace is very powerful, and it has definitely reached the level of a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure. Coupled with the holy power of its own existence, it seems to be reaching a higher level.
It is definitely the best among the extant holy artifacts.
How can you say the quality is different?
On the other side, the monks in Dark Cloud Cave looked at the copper furnace with expressions of yearning and awe.
Among them, the female cultivator wearing a white fur coat was full of joy: "This is the sacred artifact that our Dark Cloud Cave spent hundreds of years of effort to repair, and it will shine again today!"
"I recall that my ancestor traveled all over the world of immortality, rarely encountered an opponent, and achieved a holy body. It is pity that we and other descendants are incompetent and unable to preserve the inheritance of our ancestors. Now it has declined to this point." Hong Yun felt like he was crying. He looked at the copper furnace with excited hands. Trembling: "But as long as the sacred artifact is successfully repaired, then at least Dark Cloud Cave will have a place in Northern Xinjiang, and the sacred power of Dark Cloud Cave can be recast!"
"How many people in the vast Northern Territory have such a complete sacred weapon? When the cave master borrows the sacred weapon to break through the fusion path, no one will dare to underestimate us anymore!" Another person said.
All the monks in Dark Cloud Cave were extremely excited.
They seemed to see the glory of Dark Cloud Cave rising in the future.
Little did he know that there were two people eavesdropping in the dark.
Du Ying didn't look surprised at all. She had probably asked about Dark Cloud Cave a long time ago and was mentally prepared for what was happening in front of her.
Lin Xi was very surprised.
It seems that Dark Cloud Cave is also a powerful force with a very long history.
There were even saints in the history of the sect.
However, having a long history does not mean anything. The forces founded by the saints cannot be maintained by the younger generations of monks, and many of them are swallowed up and destroyed.
The most representative one is Tianlong Mountain.
The place where the saints attained enlightenment was not occupied by outside monks.
Those descendants of the saints have long since disappeared from the public.
For someone like Anyun Cave who still has some foundations, it's not bad at all.
However, they are well hidden. It is estimated that the inheritance was interrupted midway, so no one knows their background.
This sacred artifact was obviously left behind by their ancestors.
The long years have caused serious wear and tear on this sacred artifact, and Dark Cloud Cave seemed to have found a way to repair it, so it took a hundred years to collect a large amount of materials and finally repaired the sacred artifact completely.
They are now sacrificing the sacred weapon, as if they want to do something.
Since there is a great master of weapon refining beside him, Lin Xi no longer hides any questions he has, and directly asks in a low voice: "What kind of sacred weapon is this?"
"If I guess correctly, it should be the Wentian Furnace, a spiritual treasure that reaches the sky. It once fell into the hands of a saint and disappeared."
Du Ying did not hide anything: "It is very powerful. It can forcibly detain other people's souls, and it can also refine elixirs and smelt divine treasures. But now it has been refined by a saint and has become a holy weapon. What abilities does it have now?" , then it’s unknown.”
"So what do they want to do now?"
"I'm not sure, but it must have something to do with the Holy Land." Du Ying shook his head, with a trace of undetectable contempt on his face: "But it is probably going to fail."
Lin Xi's eyes flashed with doubts.
Why does Du Ying seem to be so dismissive of Anyun Cave?
The two of them watched quietly.
On the other side, the monks in Dark Cloud Cave seemed to be unable to wait any longer.
The fused monk, who looked thin but had the aura of thunder and lightning lingering around his body, whispered: "Cave Master, let's get started."
"Okay." Hong Yun nodded heavily, with great pride in his heart: "Please help me, fellow Taoists, success or failure depends on this."
"For Dark Cloud Cave!" Everyone spoke, their voices as firm as rock.
I saw all five combined monks gathered around, majestic spiritual power gushing out from their palms, and then they slapped the Wentian Furnace heavily with both palms.
Buzz!!
The Wentian furnace shook violently.
A tsunami-like holy power surged out of the river and filled the entire holy land in an instant.
The surrounding god-transformation monks worked together to set up restrictions to block all the terrible movements and locked them in the holy land to prevent outsiders from knowing.
Hong Yun waved his sleeves and pulled out twelve talismans with huge auras. The talismans were lined up in a row, the talismans glowed with golden light, and the powerful auras blended together.
"The holy object rises, the holy seal comes out!" Hong Yun roared, his whole face turning red like a flame.
The sound roared like an earthquake.
The Holy Land moved with it.
Traces of texture intertwined together, turning into illusory figures.
All the traces of the saint are gathered into the unique brand of the saint.
The saint's brand seemed to be aware of the offense, his eyes were cold, his terrifying aura caused the holy land to shake continuously, and the suffocating aura filled the heaven and earth.
Anyone who dares to offend the Holy Land often ends up with this.
The brand in the holy land is trying to dissipate itself, and will also kill the offender.
But everyone in Dark Cloud Cave didn't panic at all.
The Wentian Furnace violently vibrated, and Hong Yun and the other five people seemed to be drained dry. Their breaths quickly dropped, and their faces became pale and weak.
"Buzz!!" With a buzz, all five people were shaken away and almost suffered internal injuries from falling.
But the faces of the five people were full of surprise.
It worked.
The Wentian Furnace surged a hundred times, as if it was about to cover the whole sky. The terrifying textures on the furnace surface emerged one by one, and it actually directly suppressed the saint's brand existing in the Holy Land.
"Senior, I'm offended." Hong Yun lowered his head and drank.
A majestic suction force was generated, constantly pulling at the saint's brand, and the wind and clouds shook. In an instant, it seemed as if the heaven and earth were torn apart. This was the collapse of the great road.
Lin Xi finally understood.
Understand what the people in Dark Cloud Cave really want to do.
They actually!!
I want to rely on the holy weapon and take away the saint's brand by force.
If they succeed, it means that they can directly create a Holy Land in another place! There is no need to worry about losing the Holy Land.
This is only the most superficial use.
You must know how powerful the saint's brand is. No matter how you use it, you can do some earth-shattering things.
Lin Xi couldn't help but become tempted.
If we could build several holy places in the lower realm, wouldn't it be...
Du Ying looked at this scene with a complicated expression, a bit contemptuous and a bit regretful. Then he sighed longly: "It's such a pity that he is controlled by a group of idiots."
Just as Lin Xi was about to ask a question, a deafening explosion suddenly sounded in the holy land.
boom!!
The texture on the Wentian furnace flickers on and off, like a raging fire being poured over a basin of ice water, with turbulent black smoke spewing out, and then violently exploding.
Exploded!!
The Wentian furnace exploded.
"No!!" Hong Yun shouted angrily.
The violent explosion made everyone in Dark Cloud Cave look disgraced. They were a little confused and frightened.
how so......
It's like mourning an heir.
There were seven or eight hideous cracks on the stove surface, as if it had been scrapped, like scrap copper.
And the saint's brand turned into countless traces again and disappeared into the holy land...