Ferry Spirit Saga

The position of the red gold staff is very close to the deepest part of the military tomb. In the process, Xu Xian saw Xing Tiantian and the tall mu ranyan. It is worth mentioning that Xing Tiantian's magic weapon is a long whip with her small tiger teeth, which makes people feel strange.

The ground here has become dark brown, and the breath is more and more heavy. Just looking at it, there is a sense of panic. Suddenly, a light sound, like the voice of creation, a gentle force completely different from the evil spirit here.

"This is..."

"What a strange smell. It's so grand. Is it a magic weapon stronger than Mozi's red gold stick?"

This is a lotus flower. Its whole body is like a precious jade, crystal clear, and the vast sea of aura fluctuates from above. This power is gentle, like a spring water, but no one will think it weak. The strong evil Qi here has avoided one after another.

There are great and soft things in the land of Dasha. When things reach the extreme, they will turn against each other. This is the existence of infinitely close to the six magic weapons.

The people saw the person in front of the lotus again. They were shocked and unsurprised. Sure enough, it was Yun Qingmiao, who was out of breath for all the disciples of the five lingzong. Her jade hand raised and the lotus fell into her hand slowly. This moment was so natural.

Pure nature, which is already the same breath as the avenue. Yun Qingmiao is the darling of heaven, amazing talent, unique physique, good background, and people's looking luck

Now the gap may not be big, but it won't be long before they are people from two worlds.

"Miaomiao, your luck is really speechless. This treasure is called white jade heart lotus. It is the top of the five magic tools. The magic tools used by elder martial sister are not as good as you." qingrushui sighed.

Yun Qingmiao holds a white jade heart lotus in her hand. The powerful water aura is highly consistent with her constitution. It's very comfortable. She smiles and says, "I like it very much."

Xu Xian was also amazed. How did the girl feel that she had been lucky since she was born.

Slowly came to the end. The bloody smell and evil spirit here were almost real. When Xu Xian came here, he didn't encounter a weapon to react with him, which made Xu Xian very depressed. He was ready to go back. At this time, a sudden palpitation stopped Xu Xian.

In front of him were a pair of very common weapons, even with several broken swords, which were worn-out. However, Xu Xian squatted down, and his eyes glowed with bronze. He just felt the impulse from his blood.

"Ah, look at that timid guy squatting there for what? He doesn't want to touch it."

"It's estimated that a weapon doesn't want to talk to him, which is stimulated."

Xu Xian only saw a broken sword with rust stains. The half sword was in a broken crack, but there was still a blood line in the blood groove on the sword. The sword was so damaged that it had no combat power.

It's just this blood line. The breath on it makes Xu Xian have a palpitation in the depths of her soul. It's an extremely familiar breath. Xu Xian finally remembered to feel it there!

It was the five drops of golden liquid condensed after he swallowed the five poisonous flowers, which was called the holy Qi of the "second day" power by the saint of the world!

This is a weapon stained with holy blood. Xu Xian was shocked. He suddenly looked back at the soldier tomb. The blood red ground and strong evil Qi. Xu Xian quietly turned the last drop of golden holy liquid in the Dantian.

"Woo!"

The sudden sound was like a bell. It was full of vicissitudes and arrogance. All weapons here were trembling together. Tens of thousands of weapons were whispering together, like an elegy. Whether it was Huang Qiang's split mountain sword or Mozi's red gold stick, even the white jade heart lotus of yunqingmiao was crying.

This is!

Is there a divine soldier born! They were shocked. They looked around. At this time, a broken sword was slowly suspended, worn and old. The blade had already rotted, rusty and mixed with blood. It was such a broken sword that no one picked up in the garbage dump. It gave off a smell that made their scalp numb.

Sadness, endless sadness... All weapons wail, unspeakable sadness makes everyone speechless.

"This sword... Inform the elder quickly!" Jianfeng disciple's face changed and quickly used it to pass notes.

The broken sword suddenly burst into a towering blood light, and everyone heard a roar, which directly made them feel the impact of the sea and dizzy.

"What a terrible voice. What's the origin of this sword!"

Even qingrushui was shocked in a trance. At the same time, an even more amazing scene appeared. It was as if the evil spirit of the whole army tomb rolled up a tornado, and all weapons poured into the broken sword in the air like worship.

The blood red of the broken sword became more and more strange, like a drop of real blood. In the face of this drop of blood, everyone was shocked, and a breath of submission oppressed them.

"Er... Remnant... The next day..." a few words spread. Some new disciples with low accomplishments could not bear it directly and fainted. Even Yun Qingmiao felt like thunder in his ears, as if these words were not what they should hear.

"Is that him?"

Finally, they saw Xu Xian under the broken sword, but now Xu Xian was standing still, and he heard "the next day", and he was inexplicably familiar with the blood on the broken sword. Xu Xian's body couldn't stop twitching. The black villain who knew the sea opened his eyes, the same black pupils, and he bowed solemnly to the broken sword in the air.

"White clothes... Work or not... My body is meteoric... Blessed!"

A word fell down, the broken sword took a towering blood light, Xu Xian gritted his teeth and grabbed it. At the moment when the handle started, half of his body was like thousands of cuts, and the surging evil spirit was like a knife. However, Xu Xian gritted his teeth and insisted, he actually felt the blood light floating in the place where the evil spirit passed, and his body was improving with an incredible recovery!

Xu Xian knew that this was a good fortune. He let go of his mind and let this energy run wild in his body. All the places passed were like scraping with a knife. Xu Xian gritted her teeth and insisted.

"Who is this man? Why have we never seen him before?"

"You can't judge a man by his appearance. Although he looks like he was bombed by a firecracker, his luck is comparable to that of a monkey!"

The blood light turned into a blood cocoon and wrapped Xu Xian in it. This scene stunned everyone. They were surprised that the weapon had the spirit to choose the master automatically, and they were shocked by this scene.

They didn't know that several elders had quietly arrived over the soldier's grave at the moment.

"That sword was left by our ancestors. For thousands of years, many disciples of our clan have not been recognized by it. Unexpectedly, it is broken peak again." old Jian sighed.

Several elders also secretly lamented that the ancestor was a very mysterious figure. Up to now, whether life or death is unknown. The higher the skills of several elders, the more they feel that the greatness of the ancestor is unfathomable.

That person has exceeded their understanding. Only the successor of the ancestors, the five lingzong, can develop so rapidly in the millennium.

Xu Xian is like a new life. The residual blood energy on the sword is comparable to the vast ocean. It is not only aura, but also holy blood and has the power of "the next day".

Xu Xian's clothes are directly turned into powder, and the whole person is bathed in the blood cocoon. This is a process of rebirth. Xu Xian's limbs and bones are opened, and the meridians and acupoints are opened to soak up endless blood gas.

"It seems that this little guy has also got the inheritance of breaking the peak. The art of creation could not exist, but as some auxiliary means, I didn't expect to let this boy set up such a game." the elder Xingfeng touched his beard and said.

"The face changing technique is not a rebirth after all. Wait a minute and see how he ends." the elder of array Feng smiled.

Now all the disciples of the wulingzong are in the army grave. Xu Xian's skill of changing looks naturally cannot last. Everyone here is waiting for this fat meat.

"I've never seen this man before. I'd like to get acquainted with him if I have such an adventure." Mozi slowly came to the front with a red gold stick in his hand.

Xing Tiantian also came over with mu ranyan with a whip, and her big eyes turned stealthily.

Yun Qingmiao and mu ranbing also came over. Mu ranbing's weapons are also interesting. They are both swords. Mu ranyan is a fiery long sword, while mu ranbing is a bone chilling short sword.

Yun Qingmiao was closer, and there was a sudden uneasiness in his body, which was a reminder from his physique, as if the blood cocoon in the air would devour everything.

"He doesn't seem to have any background. If we can win over, he will be a big force in the future." Liu Wangyang and Yang Lin also come here. Now the people of Yaofeng see them as if they see a mouse crossing the street. If they want to stay in the Wuling sect in the future, they must find a way to win over some forces.