Taming the Demon: A Guide to Raising a Great Sage

The god's weapon is the real "divine weapon".

The so-called "sharp weapon" in the world is just a presumptuous description.

Like the Xuanbing Sword and the Hundred-forged Xuantie Sword, the official title should be just "Fourth Grade Precious Sword".

And how powerful is a real magic weapon?
The Snow Mountain Goddess died in ancient times. It is said that the "Xianwu Mountain" transformed from her body that fell into the world is completely invisible to this day.

And its kingdom of God has fallen into the netherworld, eroded by the breath of the netherworld for countless years, filled with mist mixed with the aura of ice and the breath of the nether world, and has completely lost the charm of the former kingdom of ice and snow.

The divine weapon named "Blade of Ice Death" was naturally eroded by countless years.

It lost its master again, and had no one to maintain it. It was constantly under the wear and tear of time and the erosion of the nether world, and its power continued to flow away.

But even so, more than 100 years ago, it still easily wiped out all the members of the Black Tiger Guard who were above the fourth rank, and at a distance of at least more than 100 feet, killed a third-rank general in one blow, cut it into pieces, and made all of them There was no reaction until death.

And now, before Shen Lang and Senior Sister can make any effective response, it can cut off the heavy shields on them with one blow, forcing them to retreat urgently.

After that, in the mist on the left and right sides, the two groups of people who accidentally broke into the attack range of the "Blade of Ice Death" obviously suffered a big loss.

Not only were there several screams of near-death, but there were also screams of unbearable pain at this time. It was obvious that not only were people dead on both sides, but among those who survived, no one was seriously injured.

A weapon that has sunk into the netherworld in ancient times is still not so powerful, which shows that a real "magic weapon" is not less terrifying!
At that time, in the mist on the left, another old man shouted:
"The magic soldiers need blood sacrifices! White wolves, gray hyenas, lion ears, bears and bulls...the time has come to prove their loyalty to the ancestors! Rush over, rush to the god soldiers as much as they can, and use their blood and souls to sacrifice It, feed it, satisfy its desire to kill, and fight for the old man's chance to capture the divine weapon!"

Roar!
Amidst the savage battle roar, Zhongkan's footsteps sounded, no one, and only one person, charged towards where the magic soldier was!
Perhaps because he was too excited, the barbarian old man forgot to control the volume.

So much so that only the master and the little senior sister heard my shout, and another wave of people in the mist on the opposite side also heard my voice.

And this group of people, because there are no frontier generals and scouts who have dealt with barbarians for many years, they also understood what the old man said, and immediately heard a high-pitched mezzo-soprano shout:

"Snow Mountain God, Blade of Frozen Death? So that's it! Ha, your chance has come! Next, take back the magic weapon for you!"

There was another burst of sound that sounded precise, as if the distance taken by each step was particularly far, and the sound of footsteps sounded as if the footsteps were measured with a ruler.

Wen Xue hurriedly translated to the little senior sister:

"Little sister, the barbarians are going to use their lives to make a way out and capture the magic soldiers! The team on the right also want to capture the magic weapons!"

The little senior sister frowned and looked at the master:

"If the divine soldiers fall into our hands, especially the barbarians, you will surely die! Junior brother Shen, his big skeleton is like a fish in water here, and he will still be attacked by the divine soldiers. He has taken the opportunity to let the big skeleton go to take the gods. Bing, you help it stop others!"

What the little senior sister said is reasonable, the other two parties, no matter who gets the magic weapon, I am afraid they will let us go.

And the big bone is really like a fish in water here, and it is true that the magic weapon just did not attack it.

But let the big bones get the magic weapon...

Master looked at Da Gu, feeling worried:
The big bone devoured and absorbed the "pale heat flame", and the divine soldiers regarded it as "one of their own", and did not attack it.

But that doesn't mean that the big bone is not qualified to touch the magic weapon.

This "Blade of Ice Death" has a big temper, and people inside can't even get close to it. Once they step into its warning range, they will be beheaded from the air, even if they are "our own people". Bing...

That's like the little senior sister who regards the master as her own, and would kill me carefully if she did.There is nothing wrong with holding hands in times of crisis.

But if the master touches the face of the little senior sister or even rubs your chest for a reason, can you still go berserk?
So if the big bone touches the magic weapon, enrages it, and the magic weapon explodes, with the current strength of the big bone, how can it withstand the rampant "Blade of Ice Death"?
【You can't. 】

Just as he was firm, Dagu heard his voice:
[You can't, just use your hands, go, take the magic weapon. 】

As it spoke, its left hand fell off at the wrist, and flew back and forth behind its face, with its seven fingers flexibly making a gesture of playing the piano.

Master's eyes lit up:
correct!Just now, if you really cared about it, you would be confused, and you forgot that Da Gu didn't have that kind of means!

It can't touch the magic weapon with just one hand at all.

Even if the Divine Soldier broke out in a fit of rage and smashed one of its hands, the bones of its whole body would recover from the last promotion, just like the missing phalanx was repaired during the promotion.

When the master nodded heavily at the big bone:

"Please entrust him with the magic soldier! You and the little senior sister will protect him!"

As a member of the top seven, he blessed various protective spells, and then escorted Dagu to the rear with one right and one left.

At the same time, the sounds of clearing heat and clanging sounded one after another.

In the dense fog on the left side obliquely behind, there were one or two muffled groans and the sound of a human body falling to the ground.

But even before falling to the ground, as long as the person on the left is dead, he still continues to crawl towards the place where the magic soldier is.

There was also the sound of people falling to the ground on the right side obliquely behind, but there was no sound of pain, as if the people on the right side were wooden people without pain.

And before falling to the ground, he will get up quickly and continue to walk backwards. He can get up, and he is also crawling and retreating, and the speed is extremely slow, which is much slower than the barbarian crawling and retreating on the left.

That weird situation caught the attention of the little senior sister, you listened for a while, and said:

"The one rushing over from the right is probably a person! It's something like a puppet!"

Before the words fell, there was another clear and warm clang, and that invisible blade slashed towards Wen Xue and the little senior sister, and wiped out the hidden shields under the seven of them with one blow.

But after being hit by this blow, the seven people were surprised and overjoyed. They looked at each other and shouted in unison:

"It's more powerful!"

The current position of the seven people is much closer to the divine soldiers than when they were attacked for the first time, so they should have been killed even worse.

But the actual situation is that although the shields under the seven people have all been shattered, there is no pain on the face of the master, and there is no blood mark on the cheeks and neck of the little senior sister, and there is not even a white mark.

That is enough to prove that the power of the magic weapon "Blade of Ice Death" has been getting stronger and stronger before being released a few times.

Of course it was caused by the "blood sacrifice".

It is purely because the magic weapon has lost its owner and source of power since ancient times, and after a long period of time and the erosion of the ghosts, there is not much power left in the original reserve. The less the number of times it is released, the power will naturally weaken. .

When the senior master and the little senior sister once again blessed various shields under the body, they continued to charge back while protecting the big bones.

Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!
Qingyue's clanging stopped, and he never killed the two sides, or the master and the little senior sister, but as the power continued to grow, the heavy shields under the seven people were no longer as easy to touch as they were after that. off.

When the eighth attack was approaching, all seven of them had the last rearward shield left under them that had been cut off.

Re-blessing all kinds of shields again, the two walked back in small steps, more than ten feet away, the eyes of the master and the little sister suddenly opened up.

We came to an open space with seven sides, no dense fog billowing in the sky, but a trace of fog in the middle.

That clearing is more than a hundred feet in diameter
In the middle of the open space, there is a mountain of corpses piled up impressively.

But the corpses that make up this mountain of corpses are not abnormal human beings.

What was missing was a giant in golden armor who was not more than a foot tall.

No, it was a giant with pale skin, cracks all over his body, seven feet in height, and seven arms in his ribs.

A stranger who has no body shape like ordinary people, but has wings on his back and armor.

There is no stranger with a vertical eye between his eyebrows.

Thousands of alien corpses piled up into a mountain, and all kinds of broken weapons, armor fragments, and stumps and broken arms were scattered all over the place.

Seeing those corpses that were completely "human", Master was slightly surprised:
"These corpses... In our world, aren't there so few strange people?"

The little senior sister explained slowly:
"It is said that in ancient times, the laws of heaven and earth were still perfect. Under the small land, gods, humans, and monsters lived together. The sky was full of real dragons, and the ground was full of gods and beasts. There were no strange people or monsters.

"Even now, gods and demons can no longer come in their true bodies, and all kinds of weak beasts, monsters, and aliens have long since disappeared, but we are a multi-ethnic body, and we still don't have the blood of ancient aliens, or even demons and ghosts.

"These awakened innate supernatural powers are precisely the blood returning to their ancestors, awakening the innate supernatural powers left by their ancestors.

"When the Ice and Snow Goddess fell in ancient times, all kinds of aliens still existed at this time. Those corpses were weak aliens selected by the gods as fighters. This. As for beheading us..."

When you look up at the top of the corpse mountain, you will see a "curved moon" quietly suspended under the corpse mountain, emitting a faint heat.

Take a closer look, what kind of "curved moon" is this?
It was clearly not a strange-shaped scimitar.

This knife is shaped like a crescent moon, not more than ten feet long, with or without a handle, with tips on both ends and blades inside.The whole body is crystal clear, as if carved from ice crystals.

It is the magic weapon "Blade of Ice Death"!
Those thousands of alien warriors were not beheaded here by this divine soldier!

But the current state of the magic weapon, it looks really miserable.

Under the blade, there are dense and shocking cracks. At first glance, it seems that this long machete is weakly glued together before being shattered.

Moreover, these dense and criss-cross cracks are almost all pitch-white, like a strip of white tendons, exuding a strange atmosphere of ice-cold heat and death, but peace and tranquility, which makes people feel a kind of "the destination of all living beings." "Strange feeling.

"Ghost erosion!"

The little senior sister could tell at a glance that the white "tendons" in the cracks on the blade were the ghost power that eroded the divine weapon.

Since ancient times, after countless years of erosion by the power of the nether world, the magical weapon that should have been forged by pure ice and snow power is about to be transformed into a netherworld magic blade.

No wonder the Baihuwei who were beheaded by him turned into zombies and ghosts.

At that time, the fog on the right side surged, and a white-clothed swordsman walked out, with criss-cross scars all over his body.

Every scar is turned inside out, the bones can be seen deep, and even hurt the viscera, but in the cold and indifferent eyes of the white-clothed sword, there is actually a glimmer of joy, and the action is also slow and hasty.

I stepped into the foggy space, looked up at the Ice Death Blade under the mountain of corpses, and with no firmness, I took small steps and rushed towards the mountain of corpses.

"Flesh puppets!"

The master said loudly: "Little sister, you have seen that white-clothed swordsman before, it is Shi Zhonglong's flesh and blood puppet!"

"Shi Zhonglong's puppet?"

The little senior sister murmured:

"Reverend Bailong doesn't have seven disciples in total. The seventh disciple, Shi Zhonglong, is dead, and the last eight disciples are hidden away. Only the seventh disciple follows Bailong all the year round. It is very unlikely that the person who came is the seventh disciple of Bailong!"

Just as he was speaking, mist surged on the left side, and a barefooted man with a height of two meters, wrapped in animal skin, and shirtless came out.

I have small twisted animal-shaped tattoos on my face, neck, and chest, and I carry a huge mace in my hand. Under the strong muscles that seem to be cast in copper, there are also criss-crossing and deep bone scars, but I am full of scars. There was a gleam of joy in those cold eyes.

Before stepping into this place, I just casually glanced at the master and the little senior sister diagonally opposite, showing a bloodthirsty grin, and then took small steps and rushed towards the mountain of corpses.

Competitors on both sides came.

But just those two people, behind the master and the little senior sister, are still far enough to see.

"Big bone, get down!"

Wen Xuegao shouted, slapped the bare pen holder on the palm of Dagu's hand, then raised his hand and pointed at the white-clothed swordsman on the right, "soul-deterring curse" raised his hand, frightened the white-clothed swordsman to a halt, as if Hit the fixed body method.

Before that, Wen Xue sent another "continuous fireball", a series of fireballs the size of a human head, all blasted under the white-clothed swordsman.

The reason why he chose the first-rank spell "Lianju Fireball" was because the flesh and blood puppet did not have a seventh-rank minor accomplishment.

Those weak flesh and blood puppets, even if they have been severely injured by the "Blade of Ice Death" and temporarily controlled by the "Soul Deterrence Curse", with Wen Xue's Taoist cultivation base of only the seventh rank, it is difficult to use four Level [-] and level [-] spells will kill with one hit, at most one must cast a level [-] spell.

Boom boom boom...

There was a deafening explosion, and the swordsman in white was drowned in the flames.

At the same time as Master made a move.

The little senior sister also raised her hand and pointed at the strong barbarian man, a fountain gushed out from the strong barbarian man's feet, and turned into four slender water snakes, binding him tightly.

When the strong barbarian struggled, the little senior sister shot out another "frost finger", and the four water snakes immediately melted into ice, and a layer of hoarfrost appeared on the strong barbarian's body, turning his whole figure into a snowman.

But this barbarian strong man can still struggle. With the crackling sound, all the white frost on his body surface fell off, and a bloody man with all his muscles and tendons rushed out, but in the struggle, he peeled off all his skin Come up!
Before the barbarian broke free, he knew that he was going to get close to the mountain of corpses because he knew that he was going to deal with the seven Wen Xue people. He immediately uttered a barbaric battle cry, raised his mace, and rushed towards the seven people like a bloody beast.

Above the eruption of qi and blood, the blood on the surface of his body evaporated and turned into a blood mist, covering it.

Facing the hideous barbarian who was so special that it could scare ordinary people to pieces, the little senior sister changed her face and said lightly:

"Mobei barbarian warriors purely cultivate their physique, and draw tattoos with the blood of monsters, and seal the souls of monsters in the tattoos. Although they are cultivating internal strength and true energy, they lose their flexibility and are full of changes, but they are not like monsters. He has an overbearing and weak physique, and his spell resistance is also extremely weak... That barbarian warrior is inferior in strength to a seventh-rank martial artist, but his physique and vitality are even better..."

While explaining the characteristics of the barbarian to the master, you raised your hand and pointed, and shot out a cold light like a sword light from the fingertip, which spanned several feet in an instant, pierced the blood mist around the barbarian's body, pierced under his neck, and circled around the barbarian again. The bloody thick neck whirled around, and the barbarian's head suddenly fell to the ground with a pop, while the bloody body continued to rush back several steps before falling to the ground exhausted.

After my little senior sister's seventh-rank peak method, which is far away from the eighth-rank, even the warriors of the eighth-rank can only fight for an equal share, let alone that kind of strength, which is equivalent to that of a seventh-rank warrior. , skillful, nimble but insignificant barbarian.

Before beheading the barbarian warrior, the little senior sister still stared at the headed corpse that had fallen to the ground, and said lightly:
"But even so, the barbarian warrior is probably dead..."

Just as he was speaking, a bloody bull's head suddenly grew out of the bloody neck cavity of the barbarian warrior, and his hands turned into a pair of deformed and swollen bear paws.

Following the bear paws of the barbarian warrior on the ground, he stood up again, facing the bloody bull's head, let out a violent roar, and rushed towards the little senior sister again, with lighter footsteps and more ferocious aura.

"No, the monster soul sealed by the barbarian warrior is quite weak. Before death, the monster soul will resuscitate, occupy the body, and turn into a half-human, half-monster existence. But the monster soul is incomplete, and the barbarian warrior's will is also gone. You exist, so before recovering, you will have all your senses, and you will only go against your last wish after death, and launch a berserk attack on the enemy who killed me..."

The little senior sister said in a serious tone, obviously she was explaining to the master, so that I would know how to deal with the barbarian warriors I met before.

At the same time, he raised his hand and pushed, and a ripple of air hit the barbarian warrior's chest, sending the barbarian warrior who had rushed within ten steps of you flying backwards.

When he fell, the barbarian warrior's body swelled like a slow-inflated balloon, and exploded to pieces with a bang.

Just as the little senior sister blasted and killed the barbarian warrior.

On the other side, the sea of ​​flames blasted out by a series of fireballs also disappeared quickly, but out of the sea of ​​flames, a scorched white skeleton with only a few fascias left, and a broken human head that was bloody and almost skeleton, came out to the teacher. Zunji rushed over.

"It's become like that, and it's still dead? Is he really a Terminator?"

The master was startled for a moment, raised his hand and swung a "flame knife", the crescent-shaped flame knife swiftly chopped off the flesh and blood puppet's head.

The skeleton of the flesh and blood puppet is less flexible than the skeleton of the Terminator. When it rushed, it moved in a "Zigzag" shape, avoiding the flames like lightning.

But that's all there is to it.

When it moved, Wen Xue delayed the prediction, and directly issued a "Small Force Throwing Stele Hand", and the translucent obelisk fell from the sky, hitting the top of the fleshy puppet hard.

The flesh and blood puppet, which had lost a small amount of flesh and blood, could no longer operate its true energy shield. Of course, its skeleton was as strong as the Terminator's alloy skeleton. It was shot with a brain burst and died suddenly on the spot.

Just as the master and the little senior sister intercepted the flesh and blood puppets and barbarian warriors, Da Gu rushed to the mountain of corpses with a pen in his hand.

It also went down the mountain before, and it took off its left hand at the wrist, flew down to the top of the mountain of corpses, and grabbed the magic soldier hanging under the mountain of corpses.

at that moment.

The master's heart almost rose to his throat, his hands were clenched into fists, his eyes were narrowed, and he stared at the bone hand of Dagu, for fear that if he touched it, it would arouse the magic weapon. Go berserk.

Although Big Bone is standing on top of the mountain of corpses, not far away from the Frozen Death Blade, but above the rage of the Frozen Death Blade, God knows that after recovering for a hundred years, he will be two hundred feet away, killing the eighth-rank young general with one blow power.

If this is the case, this big bone will face the spectacle of being smashed to pieces.

Although the master has given the fine pen to Dagu, with the personality of the fine pen, it is too easy to be cut by the "Blade of Ice Death" that has not yet been damaged, but the attack speed of the Blade of Frozen Death is too fast. Slow down, if it erupts suddenly, it is still unknown whether Dagu can avoid entering the Jingbi space in time.

Just above the master's relaxed gaze, and the little senior sister's staring eyes with implied anticipation.

Dagu's slender and delicate bone hand touched the ten-foot-long Crescent Moon Soldier.

And before...

On the surface of the magic weapon, these white "tendons" formed by the erosion of the power of the nether world suddenly came alive, and while they were rapidly expanding and shrinking like blood vessels, they stretched out a series of white air threads, connecting the bones of the big bones. .

At the same time, the Blade of Frozen Death uttered a clear cry, and a hot light flashed, bursting out an extremely attractive aura, as if it was about to explode.

But when it flares up, the white "muscles" that spread all over every corner of the blade body, which are naturally stagnant and shrinking, will suddenly become gloomy, exuding a "weak and suppressive" aura, Suppress the attack of the blade of ice death!
At that time, Dagu's left hand had not yet been wrapped by the dense white air filaments that spread out from under these white tendons.

But Dagu's situation does not seem to be passive.

The seven fingers of its hand bones are still moving flexibly, and it is even actively pulling and wrapping these white air threads under its seven fingers.

Before that, it was more anti-customer, and there were streams of "Wen Xuehui Prison Skills" breaths from under its fingers. Following these white breaths wrapped around its fingertips, it spread reversely to the cracks in the blade of the Frozen Death Blade.

The Blade of Frozen Death had been severely injured, and under the blade, there were dense and criss-crossing spider web cracks.

Those cracks are also the flaws of the "Blade of Ice Death", and it is through these cracks that the power of the nether world penetrates and recedes.

After several years of erosion, in the cracks of the blade, the power of the nether world gradually accumulated has manifested into dense white veins.

At this moment.

When the breath of Wen Xuehui's prison power spread in the opposite direction, the white tendons formed by the accumulation of ghost power seemed to finally welcome their masters, trembling, Wriggling, surrendering to the "Yan Mo" aura, welcome the Lord of the Underworld!

The Blade of Frozen Death has been eroded by the ghostly breath for several years, and it has already turned into a ghostly magic blade.

But after today, in the long years, the ghostly breath controlled by someone is just instinctively eroding the blade of ice death, just a "natural phenomenon" similar to water dripping through stone.

But at that moment, the aura of the big bone "Yan Mo" entered the master, harnessing the power of the nether world that had deeply eroded the inside of the Shenbing, actively eroding the blade, and the white tendons under the blade suddenly seemed to have finally ushered in a weak one. The blood vessels in the strong heart expand and contract crazily, and at the same time accelerate the spread and slowly erode at a speed visible to the physical body.

The blade, which was carved like an ice crystal, was also changing color.

The blade closest to the big bone's left hand is gradually stained with a layer of bone jade color like the "jade bone" of the big bone.

See that scene.

Dagu, who was standing on the mountain of corpses, looked back at his master, and said: [Successful! 】

However, Mo Qian firmly unfolded his movements, leaped down to the top of the mountain of corpses, and met the skeleton hand.

Before continuing to lower the bone hand, it runs the "Dragon Void Shadow Prison Art" at full strength, and the less and weaker Yan Mo's breath, the white air filaments transformed from the ghostly breath, are injected into the blade of ice death.The spreading speed of the white veins suddenly increased again, and fewer blades and blades finished changing color, shining with the color of bone jade.

until now.

Only then did Master, who was on low alert the whole time, let out a long sigh of relief, and smiled uncontrollably:
"This place is really Dagu's home field! This magical soldier will be subdued by Dagu!"

The little senior sister also nodded slightly, and also breathed a sigh of relief:
"I think his big skeleton will not have such a chance! But it's still time to relax, and the divine weapon has not been completely eroded by the ghostly breath, and has not yet gained a certain degree of autonomy, and is still resisting refining.

"It will take a while for the big skeleton to refine it. During this period, you need to protect it and block the opponents on both sides. Let's go, you go to the corpse mountain first."

When the seven of them galloped forward, they soon came to the mountain of corpses.

The little senior sister raised her eyes and scanned the broken armor and weapons all over the place, and said lightly:

"Those weapons and armor were all forged by Lingbailong. Unfortunately, they have been eroded too deeply by the breath of the nether world, and have lost the value of recycling and refining."

If you want to take back those remnant soldiers who broke their armor and reforge them into Lingbai Longxu, you must first remove the ghostly breath.

Otherwise, the refined spirit white dragon will be full of ghostly energy, and mortals will only be transformed into ghouls if they come into contact with it for a long time.

But those remnant soldiers have broken their armor and have been here for several years. They have been completely soaked by the ghostly aura, so what's the point of trying to get rid of them?

Even with the ability of a first-rank small real person, I am afraid that it will take a lot of effort to remove the ghostly aura under a broken soldier's armor.

Instead of working so hard, it's like extracting the essence from Fantie and Fanjin, and self-refining Lingbailongxu, and it's even more nervous.

Therefore, those remnant soldiers who broke their armor are not all worth recycling, but the price/performance ratio is too high, which is just a good deal.

However, Master did not have the same idea:
"Your big bone, it is said that it will be able to slowly remove the ghostly atmosphere outside the rags. Besides, you don't have a piece of broken copper with anise, so you can feed it with those rags!"

Taking advantage of the opponents on both sides still appearing, he slowly picked up the tatters, and moved the broken weapons and armor back to the pen space.

When picking up was boring, the fog on the right and left surged at the same time, and the two teams walked out cautiously.

The team on the right is led by Qin Qingren, the seventh disciple of Master Bailong.

At this time, only Wen Xuehui and two snow sculptures and empty riders were left by my side.

And the team on the left is exactly this barbarian old man.

Although many of the barbarian soldiers in his hands died later when he took the initiative to "sacrifice blood" to the divine soldiers, there are still ten of them left.

As soon as the people on both sides stepped out of the mist, they were first shocked by this mountain of corpses piled up with the corpses of various giants and aliens.

After being shocked for a while, we just noticed the Ice Death Blade under the top of the mountain of corpses.

"Divine Soldier!"

Qin Qingren was happy at first, and when he saw the giant slender skeleton above the giant soldier, Qin Qingren became furious again:
"A mere skeleton ghost dares to snatch your magic weapon?"

Falsely thinking about it, he raised his hand and pointed, and a red flame spear buzzed, shooting at the big bone.

But just as the red flame spear flew halfway, a white cold light resembling a sword aura dashed towards the outside of the slanting stab, and with a bang, it fought with the red flame spear and died together.

Wen Xueren was slightly taken aback, and then he noticed that at the foot of the corpse mountain, compared with the corpses of various giants, the master and the younger sister seemed very great.

Seeing the little senior sister, Qin Qingren smiled:
"Ha, is that the little senior sister of Wanfamen Kaishan, Miss Shen Langqin? I really thought of it..."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Master again.

Seeing the brocade white robe with a big hole in the heart under the master, Wen Xueren stopped talking abruptly, stared at the white robe of the master for a while, then looked at the face of the master, in his mind, The first thought that popped up was not:

The one who killed the Seventh Junior Brother Shi Zhonglong was someone else, it was Wen Xue!
However, the authority of the Ziyi Bailong real person is too heavy.

Even if he is in the kingdom of gods, even if Ziyi is far away in the magic palace on the top of the cloud, even if he only thinks about it outside his mind, Qin Qing still dares to overturn Ziyi's inference.

So as soon as the thought "Master is not the murderer" surfaced, I categorically denied it:

Are you kidding me, what is Master?
Even if a mere seventh-rank martial artist has practiced Daoism, according to the information, I have to spend more than a month even a first-rank "Qi Binding Technique", and his Taoist cultivation is obviously not more than first-rank.

With such a cultivation base, how can he quickly kill Shi Zhonglong who has no seventh-rank Taoism cultivation base and is covered in magic weapons in such a short period of time?

Master, I don't know if I have the ability!

Therefore, Zi Yi's deduction must be correct. The one who killed the seventh junior brother must be the spider mother walker. His strength is not as strong as the eighth rank of martial arts, and he does not have the secret technique bestowed by the spider mother. With the help of the spider mother, he quickly killed the seventh junior brother. .

Seventh Junior Brother's "White Dragon Armor" and other magic weapons were all taken away by the spider mother walker.

As for why the "White Dragon Armor" is now worn under Shizun, it is easy to explain:

Master was the one who hunted down the spider mother walker in Xianwu Mountain later, and the one who walked with me has not yet fallen into the waves.

Wen Xue is also a seventh-rank Dharma cultivator, because he has never had any actual combat experience, the specific strength of Qin Qingren is of course vague, but as a young disciple of Wanfa Daoist who opened the mountain, a young senior sister of Wanfamen, Shen Lang's Daoist strength is comparable to The dragon in the stone must be weak or strong, and the top-grade magic weapon under him is also less or more than the dragon in the stone.

Without Shen Lang's help, this spider mother underground walker of the eighth rank of martial arts must have been beheaded by the master, and Wen Xuehui's precious armor and magic weapon were also captured by the master and worn under the body.

The avalanche yesterday was true, it wasn't caused by Shizun and Shen Lang working together to kill the spider mother's underground walker!

Thinking of that, Qin Qing's heart is much calmer.

Although Ziyi's order was to capture the spider mother's underground walker alive, and kill the master conveniently.

But since Spider Mother Walker Zhongwang died under Master's hands, taking her head back can also be done.

As for Wen Xue, it seems like a wrong idea to capture him alive and refine him into a flesh and blood puppet to guard the tomb of the seventh junior brother.

I think Ziyi will be satisfied too.

Of course, with Shen Lang by his side, it is not so difficult to kill the master.

But, isn't there a group of Mobei barbarians on the other side?

The purpose of this group of barbarians is also the "Blade of Ice Death".

And the master and Shen Lang seem to be buying time for the big skeleton to protect the law and for the big skeleton to refine the blade of ice death?
Two little living people, helping a skeleton ghost, they know what they mean!
A cold light flashed in Wen Xueren's eyes, and he turned his head and said to Tie Xuanjin:

"Tell these savages that this man is a seventh-rank Dharma cultivator, and his strength is unpredictable. First, join hands to kill this pair of men and women, and then use their own abilities to compete for the magic weapon."

Tie Xuanjin nodded, and shouted to the barbarian old man in the barbarian language:
"Wu this witch priest, your uncle said that this pair of men and women are your little enemies in the battle for divine weapons. Especially this man, he is a seventh-rank Dharma cultivator, and his strength is unpredictable. He and your two are If we join forces first, we will kill us, and then each of us will use our own abilities to fight for the divine soldiers!"

There was a glint in the eyes of the barbarian old man, and he said in a blunt Eastern language:

"Okay, join hands first."

The voice fell.

The Qin Qing people and the barbarian elders shot at the same time.

With a wave of Qin Qingren's small hand, a huge palm formed by a stream of white air descended from the sky, and slapped the little senior sister.

The barbarian old man also raised the dove-headed white wooden stick, and moved a little away towards the little senior sister. A blood-colored skull, dragging a white smoke tail, sneered and rushed towards the little senior sister.

The little senior sister was in a hurry, flicked her fingers, a spark flew out, rose in the wind, and instantly turned into a flaming meteor, dragging the tail of the flame to the sky, and with a bang, the giant white palm was blown into pieces .

At the same time, you narrowed your eyes slightly, and the fox glanced at the blood-colored skull with intense eyes, and a crystal light flashed in your pupils. The blood-colored skull suddenly burst into blue smoke from the inside out with a bang.

"Sure enough, it's unfathomable!"

The barbarian old man murmured, looked up at the top of the pile of corpses, and saw that the white veins under the blade of ice death pulsed more slowly, and the half of the blade was transformed into jade bone color, so he knew that it should be delayed for a long time, and immediately He took out a leather pouch and threw it into the air, the opening of the pouch opened, and densely packed corpses fell onto it.

At the same time, the shadow on the barbarian old man's feet slowly expanded, catching the fallen corpse, and there were bursts of creepy biting and bone-chewing sounds in the shadow.

Wen Xueren also made mudras with his hands, moved his lips, and recited the mantra slowly.

When the two parties cast spells, the little senior sister and the master will naturally sit and watch.

The little senior sister raised her hand and pointed at Qin Qingren, and a blazing white light like a sword light shot out, beheading Qin Qingren's head.

But when he was less than eight feet away from Qin Qingren, a dragon shadow suddenly flashed under Qin Qingren, and a Wen Xuehui shadow emerged, like a snake coiling, covering Qin Qingren from head to toe.

The blazing white light shone under Yan Mozhen's shadow, and there was only a clang sound of metal and iron clashing, a dazzling spark splashed out, and then collapsed into bright spots all over the sky, dissipating invisible.

And Wen Xuehuiying seemed unharmed.

Seeing this, the little senior sister gave up the idea of ​​using instant spells to interrupt Wen Xueren's spellcasting.

Qin Qingren, like you and Master, has long been blessed with various body protection spells. That Yan Mo Zhenying is like a seventh-rank defensive spell, or the unique secret technique of Bailong Daoist.

Although the little senior sister is far away from the eighth rank, she is still the eighth rank after all.It is obviously possible to break it with only instant spells.

When the little senior sister turned her wrist, in the palm of her hand, a large golden seal appeared out of thin air.

Before, the little senior sister threw the big seal into the air, and the big seal rose in the wind, and instantly turned into a golden giant seal with a radius of eight feet. With the sound of thunder and thunder, it fell on Qin Qingren's head.

Qin Qingren, who was holding up his shield and preparing to cast spells, was a little stunned, and cursed inwardly for being despicable and shameless, for actually using a weapon!
Quickly remove the seal formula, take out a brocade handkerchief, throw it into the air, it turns into a cloud, hold the golden seal, let it fall down.

With an expression on her face, the little senior sister took out a large round fan decorated with gorgeous tassels and slammed it towards Qin Qingren. Yan Mo Zhenying protected his body, and Qin Qingren also blushed and sweated profusely.

Qin Qing calmly took out a fist-sized orb and threw it over my head. The orb was hanging above my head, with crystal water waves hanging down from it. People hypothermia.

Seeing this, the little senior sister took out another bamboo whistle, opened her red lips, covered the whistle, puffed up her pink cheeks, and blew heavily. Amidst the melodious sound of the whistle, a phantom of a white crane came lightly and flew to the top of Qin Qingren's head. It stretched out its long beak like a sharp sword, and pecked at the precious pearl.

"Damn, why does that man have so few magic weapons? Is it up to the little senior sister Kaishan?"

Cursing secretly in his heart, Qin Qing sacrificed a piece of white scale, threw it down, and turned into an eight-foot-long shadow of Yan Mozhen, fighting with the white crane in the air.

Qin Qingren heaved a sigh of relief, raised his eyes and glanced at the little senior sister, and saw that you took out another large, delicate and rough walnut hammer...

The little senior sister is fighting for wealth with Wen Xueren.

The master decisively launched a simple and elegant magic attack on the barbarian old man.

I saw that hundreds of corpses landed in the skin bags thrown out by the barbarian old man. They were neither female nor male, neither old nor strong, and they were not so childish. What kind of monster, he immediately hated this barbarian old man in his heart, raising his hand was not a "Xiaoli Vajra Palm".

The golden light is shining, like a huge palm print made of gold, exuding a majestic golden light that destroys evil, and slapped the barbarian old man fiercely.

But the barbarian old man just raised the dove-headed white wooden stick and pointed it away. That time a white skull flew out, dragging a long tail like white smoke, and it came down with a strange squawk, and it fought against Xiaoli's Vajra Palm. It all ends together.

Master frowned, and struck out another "Running Thunder Hand", the huge palm print carried the sound of thunder, and blasted towards the barbarian old man like lightning.

The barbarian old man raised his staff and pointed again. What flew out was a white claw with abnormally long seven fingers and one knuckle less than the abnormal palm. Sui said that he still had no strength left, and rushed towards the master.

Master had no choice but to shoot out another "palm thunder", and then exploded the white claw.

"Spell spells, you are probably the opponent of that old ghost!"

They are all instant spells, and with Master's cultivation base, there are only first-rank spells that can be instant cast.

Now that I cast a first-rank spell instantly, I have nothing to do with the barbarian old man. I need to use two first-rank spells to compete with the barbarian old man's instant cast spell, which shows that the barbarian old man's spell cultivation is inferior to mine.

But it seems to be a little bit stronger than the Seventh Grade Dharma Cultivator?
It was a barbarian witch sacrifice, and the spells were quite chaotic and systematic, so it was difficult to judge its specific grade.

For example, if there is no witch sacrifice, you may know a spell in your lifetime, but its power is inferior to the unique secret technique of the seventh-rank law.There are no witch rituals, all kinds of messy spells, some spells are so powerful that they are classy, ​​and some spells are so weak that they are earth-shattering.

The barbarian old man has just cast the spell eight times, all using the same action, the master can see that this old ghost has actually been casting the same instant spell all the time, but this spell is too chaotic, the effect is completely random, but the power Is it really enough? At most, it can suppress Master's spell.

"This can only give full play to your advantage of being the top iron stand!"

Master let out a hot snort, relying on the effects of the various body protection spells that he blessed himself later and that the little senior sister blessed for me are still there, he took small steps and rushed towards the barbarian old man.

[Seek a monthly pass~! 】