The whole sect has been reborn

Chapter 450 Never Regret

When these demonic energy gathered together, Ling Junqian and the others suddenly felt ghosts crying and howling around them, as if they had come to purgatory in an instant.

At the same time, there was a crackling sound in the entire Maze of Mirrors.The crack opened by Wan Tian himself is also gradually healing.

For a moment, all the existences in the Maze of Thousand Mirrors emitted a faint light, but they complemented each other, and finally converged into a huge halo, which was injected into the two sides of the crack, and the healing speed of the crack was greatly accelerated.

This labyrinth of thousands of mirrors is constantly healing itself?

Looking at the scene in front of them, several people paused, and did not choose to leave.Not only because Xiao Qi is still absorbing the magic energy of the Wanjing Maze, but also, before Elder Mo Shi woke up, it was a good thing for them to cultivate in the Wanjing Maze.And they still need to shape Mo Shipin's Liuli people better. Before that, they don't need to leave.

At this time, Zhu Fu was absorbing the magic energy of the entire Wanjing Maze, and the blood of the demon race in his body was boiling with excitement after feeling the continuous flow of magic energy.Zhu Fu also felt that he was greedily absorbing the devilish energy around him, as if the rain was coming after a long drought.

Several members of the Wuji Sect looked at the Wanjing Maze that was gradually healing, and then found a place to guard Xiao Qi to absorb the magic energy.

At this time, Ling Junqian remembered the words Mo Shi said before his puppet was broken.

that sword!
This sentence must not be said to Wan Chen'an, and the only sword worthy of Mo Shi's mention is the sword that Mo Shi mentioned before, the sword of the Sovereign of the Wuji Sect - Shuang Qiu.

Thinking of this, Ling Junqian took out Shuangqiu and looked at it carefully, trying to find something strange.But he searched several times, but couldn't find anything unusual.

At this time, Yun Guiyue and the others also came over to watch the fun.They were not interested in this sword before, so they never looked at it carefully.But now I think of what Mo Shi said before, and I go to read it carefully.

This spiritual sword is completely transparent, and there is only a vague silver line in the middle of the blade.Under the sunlight, this special spirit sword was almost glowing.But in fact, it was just the sunlight reflected by the spirit sword.Even the hilt is made of the same transparent material.Make it look unique.

This is the sword of the suzerain of the Wuji Sect, Shuangqiu.

From the looks of it, this sword doesn't quite match the Master of One School.Looks a little, a little too flimsy, to say the least.

At this time, Yun Guiyue circled around the spirit sword left and right.She had read so many novels before, and she didn't believe that Mo Shi just said that sentence and gave up.So she looked carefully for a long time, and finally found something different.

"Master, look at the end of this thin thread, is there a small dot?"

It is said that everyone looked at it, but the so-called small dot on the tip of the sword must have been accidentally damaged when it was used before, right?
But after finally finding some clues, no one wanted to give up.Maybe Xiao Liu was right?So everyone came up with their own methods, even Yun Guiyue pricked his finger and wiped it on the blade, but there was no reaction at all.

Seeing everyone's disdainful gazes, Yun Guiyue blushed a little.Isn't this the usual scene of reading novels before?A drop of blood to recognize relatives is not, a drop of blood to recognize the Lord!
"If it's true as you said, how many people have been stabbed by the Shuangqiu sword, and can those people make Shuangqiu recognize the master?"

"It seems to be the same..."

Yun Guiyue felt a little embarrassed.At this time, Ling Junqian seemed to have remembered something, and raised the Shuangqiu sword with a solemn expression.

"My ancestors, Ling Junqian, the 130th ninth-generation Suzerain, has met Senior Shuangqiu."

After saying it loudly three times in a row, Ling Junqian shut up.Just when Yun Guiyue and the others thought that it should be useless, the Shuangqiu Sword suddenly burst into brilliance, and the bright halo almost made the eyes of the Wuji Sect disciples feel sore.

But at the next moment, Ling Junqian felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then his whole body seemed to be immersed in an unknown place.When Ling Junqian opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that he was in a vast and boundless space.And in front of him were treasure mountains one after another.

It is really Baoshan, even Ling Junqian who has been reborn once has to admit that he has never seen so many treasures.Even though I went to a few unexplored secret realms before, the resources obtained there and the gifts from the Bai Yao couple are not as many as a treasure mountain here!

These treasure mountains seem to have been thrown up randomly in a hurry, so they look a little messy, and even feel difficult to get off.

But these are only some of the treasure mountains closest to Ling Junqian. In the open space further on, there are neatly arranged two-person-long round platforms that cannot be seen clearly. There are spiritual ore material mines, as well as many pills and spiritual weapons, array arrays, talisman books...

All the treasures that can be imagined and unimaginable are all in it.Ling Junqian even saw a book of familiar swordsmanship on one of the round platforms.

It was the "Heart Piercing Thousand Blades" that he had just used!
Before that, Ling Junqian thought that the classics handed down by Wuji Sect were rich enough for him to practice till the end.But it wasn't until now that he realized that the spell books he had read before were only a small part of them, like a drop in the ocean.

Among these vast treasures of classics, Ling Junqian is like an ant who has entered the treasure mountain without knowing it, deeply feeling his own weakness.

Because those spiritual weapon spell books all exude a powerful aura.Some of them were so close that they even collided with each other, sending out bursts of aura, the momentum was astonishing!
But in front of this scene where everyone could not help but feel their hearts beating like drums and excited when they saw it with their own eyes, Ling Junqian had a sore nose and almost shed tears.Because he saw some blood stains on the spirit artifacts on the treasure mountain that were piled up indiscriminately, and the wailing sounds from those spirit artifacts.

Undoubtedly, these treasures that later piled up into a mountain were all sent in by the Wuji Sect seniors who died generously 10 years ago.

Perhaps it was because he was unwilling to let the natal spiritual weapon that had accompanied him all his life fall with him.However, as natal spiritual weapons, the masters of these high-level spiritual weapons were already dead, and the mourning emanating from these high-level spiritual weapons almost caused Ling Junqian to shed tears.

Looking at these spiritual artifacts, Ling Junqian could imagine how much the ancestors of the Wuji Sect had paid for that natural and man-made disaster!
The Promise Sect, the Promise Sect!

What a great era it was, what a group of noble monks it was, what a ray of light in the great world of Jinyuan...

It has never been so confirmed, Ling Junqian has never regretted that he is a disciple of Wuji Sect.

(End of this chapter)