That means we can't reach cooperation with Fenhuang City.
That's not a loss in blood.
Every time you get a magic weapon, your own strength will be greatly improved.
Therefore, Lin Xi lamented more than once that the ancient demonic cultivators were so amazing that they were able to refine such a magic weapon that could reproduce the ferocious power of demons, and that it was so consistent with the demonic cultivating techniques.
The first time Lin Xi entered the consciousness space, she saw eight phantoms.
At that time, he also knew that there were eight magic weapons, and they were matching.
But the first seven are clearly visible, and Lin Xi can also find their prototypes from ancient books, so as to better find magic weapons.
Only the eighth shadow was very blurry, and it was impossible to see what it was.
There is no way to start looking for it.
So Lin Xi had no choice but to let nature take its course.
You can find the best one, and don’t force it if you can’t find it.
But now, Lin Xi actually entered the consciousness space again.
"Looks like I'm really lucky." Lin Xi suppressed the excitement in his heart and hurriedly walked forward. He stabilized his Taoist mind, stuck to his true heart, and was not afraid of all the darkness in front of him.
Only with a strong will can one be strong enough to defeat the eighth magic weapon.
But he walked for a long time and still found nothing.
This made him feel confused.
"Strange, why is this time different from before? Could it be that the appearance of the deity manifested by the eighth magic weapon is too powerful? Or is it too weak that I didn't notice it?"
Lin Xi fell into confusion.
This is the first time for me to have such a strange encounter.
Suddenly, his eyes suddenly lit up.
One after another, terrifying and huge phantoms of demons appeared in front of us, with teeth and claws bared, and it was so weird that it was like a group of demons dancing wildly.
Night Rakshasa, Music God, Golden Winged Peng, Garon, Suspicious Man, Python God, Asura.
It is clearly visible that it is a powerful creature from ancient times or even ancient times.
And the eighth one remains obscure.
But it finally became a little clearer.
It was a figure that was not very tall, and could even be considered ordinary. His height and build were almost the same as those of Lin Xi. He had no scales on his body and no strange horns on his forehead.
There are no extra eyes or limbs, no transcendent light and shadow, nothing ordinary, nothing unusual.
like.......
"Is it a person?" Lin Xi was stunned.
For the first time, he saw the eighth shadow clearly, and it turned out to be a human being.
It's not a person, it's a person.
"What's going on? Isn't it an ancient monster? Why is it a person? The eighth magic weapon is a portrait? It's too strange." Lin Xi couldn't help complaining.
The next moment, the eight shadows shattered like bubbles.
Countless terrifying sounds suddenly sounded in the space of consciousness.
Lin Xi covered her ears in pain.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill all these sanctimonious saints!"
"Are you worthy of being called a saint?"
"If people of different ways do not agree with each other, if you want to kill them, we will kill them with you!"
"Break the sky and trample the earth. We should sweep through everything and find a way to let the immortal world fall to the human world. Everyone can become an immortal!"
"The monsters and demons in ancient times have been destroyed, and the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas have returned to the human world. But now there are still people who want to become masters. It's extremely ridiculous!"
"Hahahahaha, I'm not afraid of divine punishment, so why should I be afraid of you and other rats!"
"Sneaky and sneaky, it really makes people want to laugh! We once fought side by side to continue the human race, but now we are stabbing each other in the back, hahahahaha, that's all, don't hate or complain, let me see how powerful your way is! Kill
!!”
Soaring boldly into the sky.
The murderous spirit shakes the universe.
Pointing at mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, they can be slaughtered in just a moment.
The atmosphere of sadness is spreading.
Lin Xi's eardrums were vibrating, and the torture on her consciousness gradually subsided, but her heart was clenched tightly. She wanted to cry in sadness, and wanted to howl in grief.
In the end, what happened.
Why am I so sad.
These sounds are probably left by the saints who once fought here.
Many epic legends of blood and tears must have happened here.
It's a pity that no one will know about it in the future.
Lin Xi stood up with difficulty, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked a little confused: "What's going on? Is this the test of the eighth magic weapon?"
This test was too strange and too sad to make me cry.
Who are these people?
Is it an ancient magic cultivator?
It turns out that this type of battleground was once their battlefield.
But who are the people fighting them? Are they monsters? But it doesn't sound like they are different. They seem to be humans of the same holy rank.
Eventually these sounds slowly dissipated between heaven and earth.
In a daze, there seemed to be a few words imprinted in the void, gradually appearing at this moment.
"Eight supreme magic weapons are now forged with flesh and blood and passed down to generations. They can slay immortals and gods. Only the ancient human race can use them."
"The descendants of our clan must continue our bloodline!"
Soon, these words disappeared into nothingness.
It was as if he was just waiting for Lin Xi to receive it.
Now I have retired after my success.
Eight supreme magic weapons.
Lin Xi's expression condensed. There was no doubt that they were the eight magic weapons. It seemed that he had not found the eighth magic weapon, but the source of the magic weapon.
It turned out to be made of flesh and blood by ancient demonic cultivators. However, after this battle, the demonic cultivators probably disappeared, and the eight magic weapons naturally disappeared.
Otherwise, these eight magic weapons should logically end up in the hands of the last demon cultivator, Wen Tianyu.
"Only the ancient human race can use it?" Lin Xi was a little confused about this.
What does it mean.
Is there any difference between the ancient human race and today's human race?
But when she thought that she could control the magic weapon, Lin Xi felt that there would be no difference.
Perhaps the human race has encountered a great disaster and is very likely to be exterminated.
But now that the human race is extremely prosperous, it seems strange to be obsessed with the continuation of the human race.
Lin Xi had a vague understanding.
It is not a literal representation.
It's a certain idea hidden in the words.
Perhaps I was right about the eighth magic weapon. It was based on the human race, but it had no special ability. Its only ability was to control the other seven magic weapons.
It is true control, control that can fully unleash the full potential of the magic weapon. This is also an important secret door left by ancient demon cultivators.
Only the human race can control the eighth magical weapon of demonic cultivation, thereby mastering the power inherited from ancient demonic cultivation.
"Are you afraid that the magic weapon will fall into the hands of the demon?" Lin Xi became even more confused.
Could it be that there were demons and demons in ancient times?
But according to the information he collected, the demonic cultivators were clearly enemies of the most amazing monks in ancient times.
Did you guess wrong?
But why does Yuan Wuling hate him so much?
Lin Xi's mind was in a mess and she couldn't sort out a clue.
Forget it, forget about it.
If you don't understand it, then don't think about it.
Things from ancient times should not cause headaches to today’s monks.
"At least I can now determine what the eighth magic weapon looks like. The probability of finding it in the future is much higher. Why not ask the Hades Palace to help find it." Lin Xi thought this way.
It’s not like there’s no gain.
Today's events gave Lin Xi a clearer understanding of ancient demon cultivators.
It is no longer just a vague concept that exists in legends.
Inheriting the inheritance of demon cultivation is not an insulting thing.
After thinking about this, the darkness in front of Lin Xi dissipated, and light came at dawn. A flat rock field appeared in front of him. The sky was vast, the white clouds were floating, and the years were peaceful.