Almighty Cultivator: Second Miss Waste Chai

Chapter 268 The Magical Treasure of the Demon Monarch of the Ten Directions

"Little baby, look down, the old man is in your hand." Said the old voice.

Meng Junjie lowered his head when he heard the words, and happened to meet the smooth surface of the bronze mirror in his hand. As a result, what came out of the mirror was not his own face, but an old and blurred shadow.

Meng Junjie yelled in fright, and almost subconsciously waved his hand, throwing the bronze mirror in his hand far away.

The Zhengyangmen disciples outside the door were startled when they heard the loud shouts coming from the room, but they didn't dare to break in without Meng Junjie's order.

The last little disciple who broke into his room at random was sent to an unknown corner, anyway, he hadn't seen him since that time.

They only dared to ask outside the door: "Uncle Meng, Uncle Meng, what happened? Do you need help from the disciples?"

The bronze mirror has its own consciousness, and it is already suspended in mid-air autonomously before it falls to the ground.

The entire bronze mirror made a buzzing sound, and a misty light floated on the mirror surface. With the misty light, a vague shadow appeared on the mirror surface, twisting and dancing constantly.

Meng Junjie stared at the bronze mirror in mid-air, and forced himself to be calm: "It's okay, you don't need to come in."

The disciple outside fell silent, and he asked in a low voice, "You, which monster are you?"

The old and fuzzy shadow chuckled: "What a timid little doll! Is it because people are so timid nowadays, or are you a little doll who is particularly afraid of death?!"

Meng Junjie suppressed the doubts in his heart, forced himself to stabilize his mind, and asked the vague shadow again: "Who are you?"

The shadow jumped more and more violently on the mirror: "This old man is the magic weapon of this bronze mirror."

Tool spirit?Qi Ling, he knows!
In Meng Junjie's perception, magic weapons with wit and spirit are all good things.

This bronze mirror actually gave birth to a weapon spirit. Doesn't that mean that this bronze mirror magic weapon is much better than he imagined?
This bronze mirror just now recognized its owner, and Meng Junjie would be ecstatic again when he thought that he had obtained an amazing magic weapon for no reason.

He wasn't afraid anymore, he took a step forward and held the bronze mirror in his hand, and said to the old Qi Ling: "Senior, it's the junior who has no knowledge, and the senior laughed."

The artifact spirit of the bronze mirror twisted faster and faster on the mirror surface, and finally turned into an old face.

Meng Junjie looked at the human face in the mirror, with skin as old as withered bark, and countless wrinkles, and thought to himself, no wonder he was old enough after sleeping for 10 years.

As if knowing what he was thinking in his heart, the old Qi Ling said slowly: "This bronze mirror is the magic weapon of the ten-fang demon king in ancient times."

Devil? !
Meng Junjie was startled, and involuntarily took a few steps back, it turned out to be the magic weapon of the devil!

In this world, although demons, like gods, have disappeared because of their too strong power, but unlike gods, demons are existences that everyone shouts and beats.

Qi Ling's wrinkled face was full of disdain: "What? Are you scared?"

Meng Junjie remained silent, feeling very torn in his heart.

Qi Ling sneered: "You human race will always be so inaccurate, with a dignified appearance."

"It's just that the interpretation of Dao is different, you human race, you want to put yourself in the position of law enforcement. As long as it doesn't conform to your human race's point of view, you are all different."

"Actually, you humans yourself are obviously eager for power to the extreme, but you always dare not admit it."

Meng Junjie said gruffly: "Senior, it is said that the demons are blood-eating, killing innocent people indiscriminately..."

Qi Ling let out a "ha" sound: "It sounds as if your human race is so noble!"

"Do you dare to say that the human race is not doing anything for cultivation?"

"During the process of your human race's cultivation, will you still kill fewer people?"

"You human race kills and seizes treasures, and you attack the same kind, which is even worse than the demon race."

Although Qi Ling's words were extreme, after thinking about it, there was some truth to it, and Meng Junjie couldn't refute it.

"Little baby, you have to think about it. Although the old man has been asleep for 10 years, he won't embarrass a junior without cultivation."

"If you really don't want this magic weapon, you can cancel the connection with the bronze mirror now."

"The old man will continue to sleep, waiting for the next person who is destined to appear."

As the old Qi Ling said, the face on the mirror surface began to distort and become blurred, and then turned into a cloud of blurred shadows and burrowed into the mirror.

Meng Junjie didn't have to think about it at all, he shouted anxiously: "Senior, wait a minute!"

The shadow stopped moving: "Little doll thinks about it?"

Meng Junjie gradually gritted his teeth when he thought of Qin Mingyue, whom he couldn't ask for, of Bei Liuguang, who had great strength, and of their figures walking side by side on the street.

The stubbornness in his eyes turned into a demon at this moment, and he said to the bronze mirror in his hand: "I have figured it out, I need an extremely powerful force!"

The shadow came out of the mirror at a speed several times faster than before, and turned into a human face again, and smiled at Meng Junjie: "Little baby, that's right."

"One day you will find out how correct the current choice is."

"Only with incomparably powerful power can one live as one pleases and let everything surrender under one's feet."

Meng Junjie was extremely devout: "Please teach me, senior."

The old Qi Ling smiled proudly and arrogantly: "What's so difficult about this! Back then, this mirror of gods and demons once fought with the demon kings of the ten directions for nine days and ten places, shining through all worlds."

"Wherever it passes, all demons surrender, and gods retreat."

"Little baby, as long as you listen to the old man's arrangement, one day, you will also order the Ten Thousand Worlds with the Demon Lord of the Ten Directions."

Meng Junjie's heart was full of enthusiasm: "Senior, I don't know what to do with this junior?"

Qi Ling glanced at him: "This old man can teach you profound methods, but there is one thing, you must not reveal a word before you have achieved great success, otherwise, your human race will kill you without a place to bury you." .”

"The old man doesn't want to waste his hard work in vain."

Meng Junjie nodded sharply: "Senior, don't worry, even if the senior doesn't say it, the junior won't dare to talk about it everywhere."

"The younger generation is just worried, will people see the clues?"

The old Qi Ling looked disdainful: "Hmph, don't worry, with the old man here, I guarantee that I won't be able to see anything based on the current inferior cultivation of the human race."

Only then did Meng Junjie really feel relieved, and he asked Qi Ling, "I still don't know what the senior is called?"

The old Qi Ling was silent for a while, as if he was missing some years. After a long time, he said to Meng Junjie: "As the Qi Spirit of the Demon Lord of the Ten Directions, although the Demon Lord no longer exists, in order to commemorate the former master, You can call me Senior Shifang."

The tool spirit has the same name as the owner?
Meng Junjie always felt that something was weird, but he still respectfully called out: "Senior Shifang!"

The old Shifang showed a satisfied smile: "It's been a long time since I've heard someone call you that!"

(End of this chapter)