Nine Revolutions Primal Chaos Art

"Yun magic stone? Is it really the Yun magic stone that can cultivate the magic weapon spirit?"

The city guard expert quickly opened the box and looked very excited.

"It is the magic stone. As long as it is integrated into the magic weapon, it can continuously improve the spirituality of the magic weapon, so as to increase the possibility that the best magic weapon can be promoted to a quasi artifact." Jianxiu, surnamed Feng, nodded.

After half an hour in the stone chamber, Xiao Lingyu still hesitated. The current situation made him feel a little powerless.

When he ran away, he had no choice; At that time, he was forced to carry the other party's attack into the city. He was lucky and had no choice

After entering the city, facing the rogue friars and city guards, he can only choose to compromise.

Half an hour later, the door of the stone chamber was opened. Jianxiu Feng and the commander of Chengwei Lu appeared at the door.

"He really colluded with Chengwei." Xiao Lingyu couldn't help sighing in his heart, but his expression was very calm.

"Brother Feng solved the rest by himself. Brother Feng can rest assured that the prohibition of this secret room is arranged by Emperor level masters. It can not only trap people, but also have an excellent concealment effect. As long as emperor level masters are not fighting in it, no news will come out." the commander of Chengwei surnamed Lu said with a smile.

"Thank you, brother Lu."

After Feng Jianxiu thanked him, he stepped into the chamber of secrets.

The commander of Chengwei surnamed Lu didn't say anything to Xiao Lingyu. He didn't even have the intention to take a more look, so he directly closed the door of the stone chamber again.

In this secret room less than five feet long and wide, only Xiao Lingyu and Jianxiu surnamed Feng are left.

"Even if you kill me and get my life essence, you may not be able to come to the end. If you kill me, others will kill you." Xiao Lingyu said calmly.

"Hehe, really? If you can kill one, count one." Feng Jianxiu smiled noncommittally.

"This secret room doesn't seem to be good for you. The space is too small. It's difficult to give full play to your big moves and speed advantage." Xiao Lingyu said again.

Xiao Lingyu is not procrastinating, but looking for flaws in each other's Qi.

Xiao Lingyu was never a person who would give up easily.

"I want to kill you. It's the same everywhere." Feng Jianxiu said easily.

"But here, you may not be able to kill me." Xiao Lingyu took the silver moon broken knife in his hand and said calmly.

"Ha ha... If I were just a simple sword monk, just the old one, it would be difficult to kill you, but now, you can only be killed in front of me, because your fighting skills and consciousness are far worse than me." friar Feng laughed. He didn't do it directly. He was also looking for Xiao Lingyu's weakness. He was ready to kill with one blow and didn't want to fight.

"Maybe you don't know. I have experienced countless wars since I began to cultivate." Xiao Lingyu seemed unconvinced.

"I don't know how many wars you've experienced, but you're still a lot worse. I had no enemies in the three realms of immortals, demons and demons. At that time, there was no you at all." friar Feng said proudly.

That is to say, after saying this sentence, the whole temperament of friar Feng changed immediately. He pinned the magic sword behind him, raised his head and chest, and half narrowed his eyes, which really gave people a feeling of overlooking the world.

At the same time, he also took a few steps towards Xiao Lingyu.

"You..."

Xiao Lingyu was suddenly surprised. After the other party approached, the blood light on his body began to flash wildly, and his life essence force had the posture of actively breaking away from his body.

"Are you the devil?" Xiao Lingyu asked with his eyes wide open.

"It seems that you know a lot, but it's a pity. Although I only have the peak cultivation of the demon king in the later stage, I can easily kill you." Feng Jianxiu said confidently.

If the other party really had the soul consciousness of the demon lord and the peak cultivation of the demon king in the later stage, no matter how special Xiao Lingyu was and what magic weapon he had, he could not save his life.

It can also be judged from the other party's words that the other party should not lie.

From the previous performance of the other party, we can see that the other party does have a very strong sense of combat. Otherwise, Xiao Lingyu and Lian Bai brothers could not be so weak in front of him. He could easily take over any attack.

Xiao Lingyu is really not wronged because he is forced to be so embarrassed. After all, he is facing a strong man with devil's soul consciousness.

"You've said what you should say and what you shouldn't say. You're ready to go!"

When Feng Jianxiu saw that Xiao Lingyu was speechless for a long time, he seemed too lazy to waste any more saliva. Then he flashed and the magic sword in his hand stabbed straight.

Although the distance was very short, the magic sword was still shaking on the way, shaking countless sword shadows, which dazzled Xiao Lingyu.

Xiao Lingyu was calm, and the silver moon broken knife in his hand immediately spewed a colored Firebird forward.

The colored Firebird scattered the countless sword shadows, but could not stop the magic sword. The body of the magic sword still stabbed Xiao Lingyu's chest, and the movement track was very erratic. Xiao Lingyu had no possibility to dodge.

The colored Firebird took the lead in jumping on Feng Jianxiu, but suddenly a circle of sword gang composed of countless small lightsabers appeared on the other party, blocking the colored Firebird.

As for the other party's magic sword attack, Xiao Lingyu can only use the silver moon breaking knife itself to connect hard. At the same time, he also turns six magic immortal beads into sacred lightsabers and cleaves them to the other party's head.

With a crisp sound of Ding, the blade of the magic sword stabbed in the center of the blade of the silver moon broken knife. Great force rushed in, and Xiao Lingyu's body hit the wall uncontrollably.

The prohibitions arranged on the four walls were really clever. It was easy to remove the collision brought by Xiao Lingyu's body, and there was no sound.

"Although it's broken, it's still a good knife!" friar Feng quickly took back his sword, defeated the sacred lightsaber, and then sighed with ease.

As soon as Xiao Lingyu stopped, friar Feng's magic sword attacked again.

The situation at this time was almost desperate for Xiao Lingyu. He didn't have any chance to fight like this, because the other party had always been very careful and didn't pay any attention because he was in an absolute advantage.

Xiao Lingyu knew that the other party was still afraid of what cards he had. It was not easy for the other party to live again. He would be very cautious, otherwise the other party could fight close before he entered the city.

But Xiao Lingyu also knew that he really didn't have any cards to use. Any tricks he mastered were powerless struggles in front of this huge strength gap.

But when the other party stabbed the magic sword this time, he suddenly thought of one thing, that is, his heart moved, and a blood flute that looked like it was solidified by blood immediately appeared in front of him.

As soon as the blood flute appeared, it automatically played a melodious and graceful flute sound. Xiao Lingyu heard the flute sound so close that his soul fell into a trance, and his consciousness gradually sank into the illusion of spring in March.

What Xiao Lingyu didn't know was that not only him, but also the friar surnamed Feng stiffened immediately after hearing the sound of the flute. The magic sword that was about to pierce Xiao Lingyu's body also stopped in a dark color.

The flute kept ringing, as if it would never stop.

The commander surnamed Lu, who was guarding outside the stone chamber, felt that the things inside the stone chamber should be over. He opened the stone gate, but after hearing the sound of the flute, he stayed on the spot and gradually showed a silly smile on his face.

The sound of the flute flowed out of the stone chamber and spread far away from the stone building. All monks who heard the sound of the flute, regardless of their accomplishments, immediately lost consciousness.

The whole Chengwei camp was soon left with the sound of flute. As long as any friar approached the Chengwei camp, he would not want to leave again.

In this way, two years passed before the sound of the flute finally disappeared and everyone woke up from the dreamland.

At this time, a beautiful woman wearing a red skirt and bare snow-white feet appeared in the stone chamber of Chengwei camp.