Master, I want to marry the eldest brother

Chapter 186

As the clothes were replaced by the swords of the past and the present, a few thin gray and white lines the size of a thumb appeared in the position one inch above the center of Bo Xi's eyebrows. These thin lines coiled into a strange word, which is said to be a word, few people in the world can recognize it, but if you call Nan here, will be surprised.This is a period older than the War of Killing Gods. The number "one" used by the ancient cultivators for counting is very different from that of today's people. Not only is the text almost lost, but the records handed down during that period of time are almost annihilated. In the air, today's cultivators only know that those who shined in the battle of killing gods and became gods and saints, such as Zhu Wuluo, the founder of the Taiwei Immortal Sect, and Shang Ningque, the founder of the Hanqiong Immortal Sect, have all received Through the inheritance of ancient repairs.

No one knows what Gu Xiu's inheritance is, but it is a more difficult path to becoming a god than ascending to immortality.

If Zhan Ji and He Yang knew that the Recording Sword Box was not only a fairy weapon, but also related to Gu Xiu, it wouldn't be so difficult for them to fight to the death here today.

But the movement on Bo Xi's body was so small that he himself was immersed in watching the battle without noticing it, not to mention the people who were separated from the sword group and Suzaku Jinyan.

The Chaomu sword on the second layer was quickly melted into the Suzaku Jinyan. The Jinxi sword wanted to add another layer of protection for Bo Xi, but Bo Xi only had a cultivation level in the Qi refining stage, and the only thing he could use was the Qingzhuo sword. Refined clothes, but its refining did not stop because of this.

Another part of Suzaku's golden flame was missing, and then a streak of golden flame penetrated Bo Xi's body, and a word appeared again an inch above his eyebrows.

Then came the swords of similarities and differences - positive and negative swords - good and evil swords, all of which were smelted one by one. Words flashed on the center of Bo Xi's eyebrows. The color of these words became lighter and lighter, the gray gradually faded, and the white became more and more transparent.

The missing Suzaku Jinyan became more and more obvious, and Xi Yang finally noticed the abnormality, and hurriedly set off the flames for a long time, forcing Zhan Ji out a few feet—it couldn't be farther, the light on the sword recording box was getting weaker and weaker, the two of them They all waited anxiously for the moment when the light of the sword recording box disappeared, and refused to step back, lest they slow down by half a step and miss the fairy weapon.

She glanced at Bo Xi, and there was nothing abnormal about him. She then looked at the sword group in Suzaku Jinyan and frowned: The sword recording box is a fairy weapon. Suzaku Jinyan melted these flying swords, so there should be materials To be refined, the materials must be rare in the world, and even the precious materials she has never seen before are incomparable to immortal artifacts, but their value is also immeasurable. Burnt to the ground with nothing left?

If Zhan Ji was another type of cultivator, Yan Yang could at least be calmer, but Zhan Ji was the most troublesome sword cultivator, so she could only take a quick distracted look and immediately turn her attention back to Zhan Ji.

First snatch the sword recording box, and then there will be more opportunities to ponder. Although Suzaku Jinyan is expensive, it is not much——

But soon, Xi Yang didn't dare to think that way anymore, as the number of melted swords increased, Suzaku Jinyan doubled and decreased! ?
The light on the sword recording box was dim, and there was only the last trace of the fairy spirit left, and only the black life and death sword remained in the group of flying swords outside Bo Xi's body.

He Yang knew something was wrong, and he didn't dare to continue to ignore the sword recording box, and with a move, he wanted to take Suzaku Jinyan back.

As soon as Zhan Ji saw it, the man and the flying sword immediately teleported at the same time, swapping positions. Originally, the man was close and the sword was a little further away. This swap made him farther away?
Pull away at this time?

Zhan Ji can see the reduction of the Suzaku Jinyan. The kindling that is placed on He Yang’s bun and placed outside Bo Xi’s body must have been slowly cultivated by He Yang over the past few hundred years. So much, I don't know if it has been tens or hundreds of years of hard work, Yan Yang must not dare to let Jin Yan reduce it, Zhan Ji is waiting for her to distract Jin Yan to take back Jin Yan!
As soon as his flying sword appeared, he switched from stabbing to pushing, and with a "boom", the fairy energy in the sword recording box had been consumed too much, and being pushed, he actually moved more than a foot, leaning towards the central bank.

Zhanji's natal flying sword's mighty blow aroused a trace of immortal power from the sword recording box, not to mention tearing the void and teleporting within a ten feet away, even if it shrinks the ground to an inch.

Xi Yang was distracted, it was too late to dodge this flash, the sword recording box flew towards her, she glanced at Zhan Ji, her eyes were instantly fierce.

Zhan Ji's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately regretted it, but it was too late, the flame in Xi Yang's palm suddenly ignited, she wrapped her hand with Jin Yan to grab the recording sword box, firstly, she couldn't escape, and secondly, the recording sword box could already be pushed, Maybe the injury won't be too serious after being caught, and Xi Yang thought he could afford the price of a slight injury, so he simply took the risk and followed Zhan Ji's tricks.

Zhan Ji's reaction was also extremely astonishing. As soon as he woke up and realized what He Yang was going to do, his sword intent immediately surged to the sky.

If he wants to win the sword recording box at the price of injury, he can help Xiyang add more injuries!

These two supreme beings have obviously reached the time to fight with all their strength.

If Bo Xi was not in the mood, he would not be able to understand the subtlety of the fight between the two supreme beings, and he would not see the selflessness, so he devoted himself wholeheartedly to it at this moment.Those supernatural powers, those ever-changing responses, seemed to break a dam. He didn't know the existence of this dam at first, but it was destroyed invisible at this time, and Bo Xi fell into a subtle state. Things that he couldn't think of in the past showed him countless threads, extending to areas that should not be perceived by his realm.

So even Boxi didn't notice how the sword recording box started to collapse.

The sword of life and death was finally smelted. This time, the Suzaku Jinyan outside Bo Xi's body was absorbed, and a drop of black water fell into the center of Bo Xi's eyebrows in an instant. vein.

Just like a maple leaf whose branches have been eroded by the autumn wind, only the slender warp and latitude veins still retain the shape of the leaf, which cannot be seen at all if you don't pay close attention.

The past sword can only do this. It also wants to erase all traces from Bo Xi's body, but the fairy energy it has stored for thousands of years has been exhausted. Before there is no new fairy energy, even its They can only sleep deep in Boxi's sea of ​​qi, the last trace, it can't do anything.

The Recording Sword Box has completely fulfilled its mission. The swords of the past and the present no longer need a container. The magic circle in the Recording Sword Box began to collapse on its own. From the outside, it was not eye-catching at first. The utensils used by mortals are decayed and become dry, cracked and brittle, how can they withstand the sweeping of Zhan Ji and Xi Yang's magical powers.

Somebody's supernatural power swept over it, and the sword recording box was like dust, without even making a sound, it turned into a cloud of yellow fly ash.

The place a few feet above Bo Xi's head was empty in an instant, Zhan Ji was stunned, and Xi Yang was stunned.

After robbing for a long time, why suddenly there is nothing?

The naked eye, the spiritual sense, and the primordial sense are opened at the same time. No, there is no sword recording box anywhere, and all the small swords are lost——

That's all?

Zhan Ji had the illusion that he had destroyed the celestial artifact with one sword, feeling absurd and deeply regretful.

Xi Yang got closer, and her fingers almost touched the sword recorder, but when she grabbed it, her hand was covered with yellow ash. She retracted her hand and took a closer look. It was really the dust of decayed wood, with a few broken pieces sandwiched in the fluff. Fibers... Not even a trace of usable material left?
Even though they were supreme cultivators, Zhan Ji and He Yang couldn't help being stunned, and they didn't move for a while.

Just at this time, a golden light suddenly attacked from a hundred miles away, approaching and split into two, directly attacking the two of them!

Zhan Ji snorted coldly, and the flying sword flashed to meet him, but Xi Yang retreated away, as if she hadn't recovered from the impact—her loss was not only that she didn't grab the sword recording box, but even the Suzaku Jinyan that she had saved for many years. , and only the fire in the bun on the head is left. In fact, the loss of Zhanji is not small. The sword recording box of Haowu Xianzong is gone. It doesn’t count if it is gone. Before it is gone, I know it is a fairy weapon , Zhan Ji's heart is probably bleeding.

This yellow light came strangely, but what was even more strange was yet to come.

A tall and strong man with a height of nearly ten feet suddenly appeared between Zhanji and Heyang, behind Boxi, he stretched out his big hand with a cattail fan to grab Boxi, and immediately took Boxi without a trace!

"Dare!" He Yang let out a desperate scream, she had already lost Suzaku Jin Yan, should she also lose Bo Xi?
It's just that there is no Suzaku Jinyan, and he didn't dare to use fire due to palpitations. He could only take out a round fan magic weapon, and waved it towards the completely destroyed ground below. It got up and spread layer by layer toward the distance.

Zhan Ji was also furious, and with a stretch of his arms, flying swords and sword lights chased into the ground overwhelmingly.

They didn't see where the big man came from, nor where he went, but they recognized this man.

The most shameless and shameless head teacher of the Wuji Immortal Sect—the third-rank real person!
Really the most shameless, he must have been there a long time ago, but he has been hiding in the ground and peeping, and he has been patient until now before making a move.

Regardless of his height of more than nine feet, he is the ancestor of the squirrel generation. I heard that he was also in the underground cave when he was cultivating. The whole sect was marked as "soil", from "gold" to "soil". The disciples argued ten thousand times, but it was not as effective as the head teacher drilling once into the soil. After hundreds of years, the disciples of the Wuji Xianzong Just give up self-help, the soil will be soiled, this head teacher is not bad.

During the Mahayana period, the realm of cultivation is not half a step behind the other three sects.

Protect your weaknesses, at the Fengtian Xuansi Ceremony, whoever seriously injured his disciple of the Wuji Immortal Sect in a fight, don't even think about vomiting blood if you don't pay.

Others, just bear with it and get used to it.

Zhan Ji and He Yang were robbed by Sanpin, furious, not knowing where the old mouse had gone, so they beat the ground to their heart's content.

At this time, they had come to their senses, there was no reason for the sword recording box to disappear out of thin air. Judging from the last signs, it was clear that its own fairy energy was exhausted, and the original intention set during the initial refinement was completed, which turned into fly ash.

(End of this chapter)