The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 406 Four hundred six
"Huh..." The three-pointed two-edged knife was not polite, and once again condensed the armor left on the broken land to control the armor, and the spirit of the armor controlled her body, and the knife was extremely murderous.

The Shu Mountain Sword Immortal, who was transformed into ink, did not stop the three-pointed knife from condensing, but silently waited for the three-pointed knife to condense and control the armor.

That kind of indifference made the three-pointed double-edged knife feel a kind of.
A strong insult.

"Humiliate me, go to die."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to make the blade blow away the inked Shushan Sword Immortal, and after blowing her away, he went to blow up Li Wei, this hateful guy.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Li Weizhen.

But the personality of 'Sword 66' is like this, and she has nine parts of the original body's personality.

She does not chop.

The poor and the unprepared.

The same is true for the three-pointed knife, and it is also true for the powerful Tianting at that time.

Nothing will change.

That is her personality, He Ao.

When the three-pointed knife is ready, the ink-like sword 66 swings the sword.

The sword energy of Shushan Sword Immortal even shattered a small mountain floating in the air.

The three-pointed, two-edged knife fought with this sword energy, stirring together.

To cut, to chop, to kill.

The sword qi of the three zodiac signs are blending with each other, leaving a series of sword marks on the body of the three-pointed two-edged knife.

"Master, what do you mean?" the middle-aged scribe asked in surprise.

Li Wei just said indifferently: "The poor man sees that he is eager for skills, so let's be satisfied with him."

The battle between the three-pointed knife and the 'Sword 66' transformed by ink and wash is 'hearty and dripping'.

After all, he is just a blade, a blade with self-awareness.

After all, it is different from being in Yang Jian's hands.

However, he is not a vegetarian, and when he was about to instigate the true law, when there was another wave of battle, the sword 66 disappeared suddenly.

Only him who was a little stunned was left behind.

Li Wei touched his chin.

'Sure enough, my imitation of the endless sword god is not complete enough, there is no way to fully exercise the sword art. '

Then Li Wei waved his sleeves and said.

"Let's go, lead the way to see Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun."

"Ah."

The middle-aged scribe is obviously much more solemn than before.

The transformed swordsman just now really stunned him.

The magical powers transformed by hand can actually make the three-pointed knife fall into a bitter fight.
Such supernatural powers should not be underestimated.

Only the three-pointed knife was full of suffocation, just thinking about fighting with all my strength, and the warm-up had just finished, so I told him that it was over
How could He not be aggrieved, he could only vent his anger on the floating pumice, making this broken heavenly palace look even more broken.

Li Wei watched from the sidelines, complaining in his heart.

This celestial palace is broken to this point, will there be a share of this sloppy swordsman?
It should be there.

Compared with the explosive three-pointed double-edged knife, this middle-aged scribe transformed from a silver bullet and a golden bow is obviously easier to communicate with.

"This place is the Xuanpu Palace, a place to cultivate heaven and earth elixir, but now there are only ruins left, and only a little grass can grow to support the remaining celestial horses."

"Well, the Tiangong back then was indeed a glorious place."

"Yes, back then"

The middle-aged scribe just said with emotion: "It's just that today's Tiangong is what it is now. The ruins, without any gods, without any divinity, is already the end of the road."

"Is it the end?"

Li Wei thought about it, from the heyday and detachment of Buddhism to the present era, it is only a few thousand years.

For practitioners, the number of thousand years is not an insurmountable number, but the heavens have already declined.

too fast.

Even in terms of the lifespan of a practitioner, the existence of heaven is just a snap of the fingers for history and the human world, and then it is the era of human beings.

Of course, at this moment, we can still glimpse the peak of the civilization of the Age of Gods.

Get a glimpse of the majesty of the Heavenly Court of Taoism.

"My lord, you came from the human world, so what is the current human world like? Is it still in chaos, and everyone is slaughtered?"

"How should I say it? If you talk about peace, it must be more peaceful than before, but if you talk about stability, it's not true." Li Wei also touched his chin, not knowing how to sum it up.

The middle-aged scribe didn't ask any further questions, but cupped his hands and said, "The Venerable Master doesn't blame the Three Sharps for being disrespectful to you. The main reason is that he hasn't seen a stranger in so many years, and he doesn't know how many times he has sparred with us. It's normal to feel excited when you meet people outside of heaven."

"Is that so?"

Li Wei touched his chin with a slightly weird expression.

Feeling weird from beginning to end
But I can't tell what's weird about it.

Over the years, Yang Jian's eight magic weapons have transformed into consciousness, body, and emotion.

Each has its own character, supernatural powers, and mana.

"During these long years, my lord has sometimes fallen into a deep sleep and sometimes woke up. Although in most cases, the awakening is not complete. It is always like a long sleep, suddenly awakened, and then continued to sleep."

The middle-aged scholar paused and said, "And when your aura appeared, my lord was truly awakened. It was your aura that awakened my lord."

"My breath?"

Li Wei thought for a while, should it not be his own breath, but the breath of Ziwei Xingzhu?

After some chatting, the middle-aged scribe rubbed his hands together and said.

"If it's possible, I would also like to compete with that woman just now."

It turned out that I was waiting for myself here.

In the final analysis, the silver bullet and golden bow is also Yang Jian's weapon of life and death, and it is the same level of immortal soldiers as the three-pointed sword.

Has the same might and power.

And fighting spirit.

It's just that it's not quite the same as the three-pointed knife's way of expressing its fighting spirit. This silver bullet and golden bow is just shy.

"Well, there will be opportunities in the future." Li Wei smiled.

"Too."

Silver bullet and golden bow thought for a while, the move just now must have cost a lot of money.

Of course, the real reason is not that it is expensive.

The power of the 'Endless Sword God' does not consume much mana, but rather consumes an inexplicable 'rule'.

After the 'rule' is used, it needs to be restored, which takes a little time.

In human terms, the cooling time of skills is a bit long, but the consumption, to be honest, is just that.

If it consumes a lot of money, Jian 66 would not have used up the endless sword god back then, and could still swing a shocking sword.

Afterwards, the middle-aged scribe brought Li Wei to a barren place.

On the barren land, there is still a broken plaque of the 'Lingxiao Temple'.

But next to the broken plaque was a man five meters tall, dressed in silver armor, with a calm expression.

"Are you coming."

"Is it Ziwei star master? Old Jade Emperor, or..."

At this moment, Li Wei cupped his hands and said.

"Poverty, Mingche."

(End of this chapter)