I have a long pupil

Chapter 263 Yunling Refining the Divine Weapon

The great cold has passed and the beginning of spring is approaching.

At this time in previous years, the east wind thaws, stinging insects begin to stir, the weather shows signs of getting warmer, and people begin to prepare for the New Year. The palace and local governments will prepare for grand festivals.

This year, no one is sure.

Because the wind and snow are still coming and going, almost all roads are blocked, and the snow in the mountains is chest-deep, as if the whole world will be frozen forever due to the fog disaster.

The good thing is that the shadow of war has finally dissipated.

Neither the Golden Horde Wolf Kingdom nor the Jing Kingdom, which was composed of the remaining nobles of Daliang, had any intention of fighting.

In Kyushu Continent, the only melody now is survival.

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Lushan Market, Guanshan Pavilion.

Tie Yucheng was dressed in white, sitting cross-legged on the terrace, his eyes closed, and a bloody sword lying across his knees.

Outside the terrace, the wind and snow howled, but when the snowflakes blew, they were vaporized by a heat before they were even three feet away from him, causing Tie Yucheng to be surrounded by white mist.

call--!
As he exhaled and inhaled, a small flame suddenly appeared on top of his head, slightly golden, floating up and down.

Soon, his breathing began to quicken, his chest rose and fell violently, and the flames above his head branched out and submerged into the bloody sword on his knees, forming a cycle of continuous puffing and puffing.

An hour later, Tie Yucheng slowly finished his work.

He gently stroked the bloody sword, feeling the residual warmth that had not yet dissipated, with a smile on his lips.

The name of this sword is "Zhengyang". It was once a relic of a senior of Xuanyang Sect. Chengyang swallowed the sword spirit and used it as a sword.

And that senior was none other than Master Tu Lingzi.

Zhang Biao got this thing and gave it to Tie Yucheng.

Although the sword spirit has disappeared, Tie Yucheng has received the complete inheritance of Xuanyang Sect, practices and sacrifices every day, and reshapes the sword spirit with a sincere heart.

The method of nurturing the sword spirit requires visualization.

And the target of Tie Yucheng's visualization was clearly the Tu Lingzi in his mind, who was filled with awe-inspiring energy and illuminated by a torch.

In the dark, a inheritance continues silently...

After refining the flying sword, Tie Yucheng did not get up in a hurry, but took out a bamboo slip from his arms.

The bamboo slips are Yunling black iron bamboo, which was the spiritual material from the Ghost Immortal's tomb last time. He left it behind for use in refining weapons.

With the outline of the cinnabar pen, a three-yang talisman fell on the bamboo slips, and Tie Yucheng also ran the three-yang true fire again to bake and refine.

This is the Xuanyang Sect's second magical weapon, the Sanyang Spirit Armor.

This spiritual armor is refined with the three yang true fires. Not only will it become harder as the Tao practice increases, but the three yang true fires can also be poured into it, so that all ghosts will not invade and all evil will be warded off.

The flying sword and the spiritual armor, one for attack and one for defense, are Xuanyang.

Xuanyang Sect's method is based on training around these two. It may seem small, but the important thing is refinement. In terms of sword control skills, it can be said to be the sharpest in the ancient Yuan Dynasty. Beyond that, there are various sword formations and sealing formations. Law.

Because of this, Xuanyang Sect is famous for being tyrannical on its own, but it also has a weakness, that is, there are few things like Shenting.

After a day of routine practice, Tie Yucheng stood up and looked down the Guanshan Pavilion. The gate of Lushan Market had just opened, and monks were already coming and going on the flying bridge corridor.

He straightened his clothes and strode out.

I saw a long line of people waiting in front of the shop in Qingfeng Village in a short period of time. Most of them were wild cultivators, but there were also sect disciples, whispering to each other and talking constantly.

"Is the Fukuchumaru really so effective?"

"Can I still have a day off? Many people tried it last night, and it was already making a fuss. I entered the market early this morning, and I still had to queue up..."

"It's not that I'm afraid of nothing. Although it's a bit expensive, you have to prepare a little bit, maybe you can save your life..."

When Tie Yucheng saw this, a smile appeared on his lips.

The Zhouche Wan prescription that Zhang Biao gave him was put on sale yesterday, divided into first, second and third grades, with a daily limit of [-] pills for each grade, and it has become the signature of Qingfeng Village.

This kind of pill can temporarily enhance energy and has a slight healing effect. It is moderately priced and is suitable for wild practitioners.

The rest can be purchased through the Five Immortals Sect, but one of them, the Snake Soul Fruit, is a bit troublesome.

At this moment, a monk from Qingfeng Village came forward and said with cupped hands: "Sir, Taoist Master Xuanhua has sent a message to invite you to drink and have a banquet."

"Oh."

Tie Yucheng took it and took a look, feeling helpless.

Half a month has passed since the Ghost War, and the negotiations with General Naguishi Tsuchiin have not yet begun.

There is no doubt that the sect is full of desire for Gui Shijin without the urging of those heavenly beings.

The reason is simple. As the Bafang Pavilion model becomes mainstream, more and more sect disciples go down the mountain to practice, form teams and join it, traveling around.

There are even more wild cultivators, and as various forces release smaller tasks, these people are spread all over the place.

Gu Chou is still negotiating with all parties, hoping that Bafang Pavilion will establish branches in various places. By then, some small towns and villages can also issue tasks, and the group of wild cultivators will also grow.

But everyone knows that the Ancient Yuan Realm has declined.

As the strength of the sect's disciples continues to improve, one day, the ancient spirit realm will be the main target and their opportunity to go further.

Everyone wants to make arrangements early.

Elders from sects from all over the country were already on the road, despite the heavy snow closing the mountains and making the journey difficult.

Some have even arrived.

But so far, many people are waiting and watching.

Because they are waiting for Zhang Biao's trip to Ghost City.

It's not that no one has been there, but the Styx River blocks the road, and no matter how they call, Cao Wei, the general of the underworld, never shows up.

This Xuanhua treat was mostly a side urging.

Thinking of this, Tie Yucheng looked up to the southwest again and murmured: "Master has been in Yunling for several days. I wonder if he has found it..."

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The snow-capped mountains are towering, the fog is thick, and the wind is howling.

As the highest mountain range in Kyushu, the tops of the snow peaks in Yunling used to be inaccessible areas. With the advent of fog disasters and constant wind and snow, it has become a restricted area for life in ice and snow.

"twitter--!"

With a loud eagle cry, Yun Zhongjun emerged from the mist.

As it became the fleshly secular god of Qingfeng Village, a large amount of incense gathered, the bloody and violent aura around its body dissipated, its soul became clear, and it became more and more handsome. When its wings vibrated, there was a strong wind howling.

Behind it, there were more than twenty eagle monsters, large and small, each of them huge in size, only slightly smaller than him.

This was the task given to him by Zhang Biao, to conquer a team of eagle monsters and help Qingfeng Village form an air force.

Unlike other eagle monsters, Yun Zhongjun was born with the Wind Eye Stone. He was born extraordinary and embarked on the path of the fragrant volcano god. He was much more powerful than other eagle monsters, so it was relatively smooth.

A Fengyun Temple has been built on the southwest peak of Qingfeng Village. These eagle monsters will become mountain gods in the future. They will be worshiped by the people and help them drive away ferocious beasts and monsters.

And on the cliff at the top of a snow-capped mountain below, a black shadow was climbing rapidly, and soon reached the top of the mountain.

The cloak was flying fiercely, it was Zhang Biao.Hearing the cry of the eagle in the cloud, Zhang Biao's black hair was flying, he turned his head and smiled, and started to move forward despite the strong wind.

Soon, his eyes lit up, he walked a few steps quickly, and when he parted the thick snow, a huge boulder was revealed.

There is a Taoist carved on the boulder. Although it is blurry, you can still vaguely distinguish the three-round blazing sun above the head.

"Finally found…"

Zhang Biao looked around with serious eyes.

In the small cave of Styx Coffin, he found a large number of jade slips, some complete, some damaged and incomplete, which were the inheritance of Xuanyang Sect.

The damaged bamboo armor was a relic of Tu Lingzi and could no longer be used. He gave it to Tie Yucheng as a future inheritance of the Xuanyang Sect.

What is surprising is that the jade slips contain not the outer sect, but the inner sect's skills of Xuanyang Sect, and even include the method of cultivating the golden elixir.

Based on various information, Zhang Biao has pieced together Tu Lingzi's past.

The last time the Age of Ending Dharma came, many inner sects fled, some succeeded, some failed, and the outer sect disciples were abandoned. Although they occupied the mountain sect, a lot of information had been taken away by the inner sect.

There are two exceptions to this:

Xuanyang Sect and Fang Xiangzong.

According to the information that Elder Hu of the Five Immortals Sect collected for him, the two sects had a similar experience to the Shanjun Temple. The external sect was destroyed and lost contact completely.

These two sects were already closely connected.

One wields a sword to kill demons all over the world.

One travels through the wilderness and swamps, exorcising ghosts and eradicating epidemics.

This is determined by the nature of the sect. From the methods of these two sects, we can know that they have been a protective force since their birth.The two sides also often cooperate.

The last time the Dharma Ending Age came, it was related to an unknown force harvesting the fruits of the world. The two inner sects, who didn't know what their trump card was, actually joined forces to stop that force.

Of course, the result is that there is no return.

The sect also suffered an inexplicable attack and was destroyed overnight.

In the chaos, Tu Lingzi escaped with many of his senior brothers. On that day, he obtained the Chengyang Demonic Sword and embarked on the road to legend.

Finally, the end of the law came, and other outer sects also retired. Only Xuanyang and Fang Xiang sects, these lonely ghosts who lost their homes, wandered in the Jiuzhou continent, fighting against the evil spirits who went crazy because of the end of the law, leaving behind The last song of an era of monks.

His ancestor was also one of them.

Later, that force disappeared after its success, and Tu Lingzi, under Chengyang's bewitchment, returned to the mountain gate and unearthed the remaining inheritance.

He originally wanted to hide in the spirit world and leave his incense, but Chengyang was unwilling to die in the end of the Dharma era, so he bewitched Tu Lingzi to break through the blood sacrifice, and tried to find a way to make a final struggle and leave the Ancient Yuan Realm.

Who knows, Tu Lingzi would rather die than violate the belief in his heart...

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao took out a leather scroll from Huaizhou, with mountains and palaces drawn on it, which was clearly a blueprint of the Xuanyang Sect's mountain gate.

Based on various clues, he determined that the Xuanyang Sect's mountain gate was on Yunling. After searching for many days, he finally found it.

Using the ruins and monuments in front of him as an anchor point, Zhang Biao walked twenty miles to the left, found a cliff, and jumped off without saying a word.

Using his cloak to glide, he quickly reached the bottom of the valley and saw a golden crow stone statue frozen in ice. His eyes suddenly lit up, and the phoenix fire roared out, melting the ice.

Then, a dark hole appeared in front of him.

When Zhang Biao saw this, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Stepping in and walking a few hundred meters down the slope, a huge grotto suddenly appeared in front of you.

In the grotto, the huge bronze furnace has been overturned, and iron slag is flowing all over the floor. There are various large and small forging furnaces around it. Unfortunately, they have all collapsed, and the bronze vessels are all covered with patina.

Only in the center of the cave stands a shaft.

rumbling...

It was as if an evil beast was roaring inside, and blazing white flames visible to the naked eye spewed out, leaving the well mouth three feet away.

This is what he came for.

Xuanyang Sect is a sword cultivating sect, so it naturally has a place to refine swords.

This well is called Yugu, named after the place where the sun is said to rise, which shows how extraordinary it is.

Here, the surrounding earth veins and geomantic omen form a large formation, and the earth fire spurts out, becoming a rare spiritual fire mouth. It is also the place where Xuanyang Sect has refined swords for generations.

After looking around and finding no evil spirits hiding, Zhang Biao took out pieces of red fragments from the Panlong gourd, which were the fragments of Gengjin wood left by Chengyang.

At the same time, he took out the Mowen knife and put it aside.

After doing this, he took out the God Control Card, shook it slightly, and suddenly a large amount of black smoke roared out, turning into a huge spider, which was none other than Master Qianji.

Zhang Biao said in a deep voice: "Is this spiritual fire well okay?"

Master Qianji glanced at it and said in a loud voice: "It's just average, barely enough."

As he spoke, he mocked: "The key to refining weapons is the heat. One less is not enough, and one more is not enough."

"Your fire gourd is extremely violent. It is still a ghost fire. It can burn people's bodies. It can be used to refine weapons. Not even a great master can do it."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!"

Zhang Biao frowned and scolded.

After spending this time together, he finally made the people on the Qianji plane surrender. Although the other party did not dare to disobey orders, they seemed to have figured out his bottom line, and they always looked like they were full of complaints.

Seeing him dilly-dallying, Zhang Biao narrowed his eyes and said, "I know you are dissatisfied and want to return to the Yanjia Sect to proclaim yourself the ancestor, but since you disappeared, the Yanjia Sect has never come to ask me. , do you know why?"

Master Qianji sneered: "I have heard of your reputation on the way to Huaizhou. You are ruthless and have a grudge against my Yanjia Sect. Who dares to come to you to die!"

Zhang Biao glanced lightly, "Two days ago, news came from Lushan Market that there was civil strife in the Yanjia Sect's mountain gate. Three demon puppets suddenly appeared and killed the disciples of your lineage."

"A few days after this chaos, a heavenly being named Jiu Yuanzi was drained of his essence and blood while still in his infancy, and his spiritual roots were also taken away from his body."

"Right now, people in the Yanjia Sect are in panic. No one cares about your life or death..."

"Nine Yuanzi? Impossible!"

The black smoke on Master Qianji's body twisted and trembled, "That old ghost is very cautious. He has laid out all kinds of secret protection, and he is the most powerful. Besides, there are puppet soldiers patrolling the mountain gate day and night. How can he die?"

"Why did I lie to you?"

Zhang Biao shook his head slightly, "Go ahead and refine the flying sword. I will go to Lushan. When the elders of the sects gather together, you will know with your own eyes."

Master Qianji's densely packed spider eyes flashed red, and he finally snorted, waving his long insect limbs, as if picking them, and threw the white fireworks on Tanggujing into his mouth.

Then, slowly spit out the flame thread.

Zhang Biao's eyes lit up and he sighed in admiration.

To be honest, this old ghost is not good at fighting, but he has condensed the Haohua spiritual roots.

The so-called Haohua is the lung god among the five internal organs gods. Together with his wild spirit spider bloodline, he condenses the demon power: intermittent.

This magical power can breathe spiritual energy into spider silk, which is as strong as gold. Even spiritual fire can be turned into silk thread to repair magic weapons.

Because of this, the other party was able to take the form of a demon and be accepted by the elders of the Yanjia Sect.

He has found a treasure. This old ghost must be completely surrendered no matter what...

(End of this chapter)