Fire and theft prevention

The Jaizu Whip and the Heaven and Earth Cauldron, these two celestial artifacts, one for attack and one for defense, are personal magic weapons that Bu Chengbi has refined for many years, and they are very suitable for him.

The length of the whip can be stretched freely, and it hovers over the entire martial arts arena like a golden python. The python follows its owner's thoughts, constantly whipping the air, making a "swoosh" sound of piercing the air.

Huo Wei stood surrounded by the golden python out of thin air. He suppressed his boiling fighting spirit and adopted a more defensive posture.

Jin Yan spread out from behind him and gradually stretched, forming a defensive barrier similar to butterfly wings.The four butterfly wings ignited by golden flames are slender and flexible, which can not only protect him, but also make him more flexible.

Huo Wei in the match against Du Yuan just blindly attacked, but now facing the leader of the Three Realms, he gave up attacking and turned to defense.

Because it was different from then, now that Mu Qingjia was behind him, he would naturally return safely as promised.

The Yaizu whip approached quietly from behind him, and when it reached a certain critical distance, the tail of the whip suddenly fell off.

Huo Weiyun blocked the long whip with his sword, but the whip was extremely flexible, the whip curled and bound the Butterfly Sword, and the tail stabbed at his eyes like a poisonous snake.

He shook his wrist skillfully, and the sword body escaped from the shackles. He moved the sword to resist, and flew back at the same time.

But at this moment, unexpected events happened, and the tail of Ya Zi's whip suddenly produced a sharp thorn, which instantly shortened the distance between them, until it poked Huo Wei's eyes.

Bu Chengbi hid his magic weapon so deeply that no living person in the Three Realms knew that the Jai Zi whip had such a function, so he couldn't help but lose face in an uproar.

If they were the ones who were suddenly attacked by the whip, they would have no chance of surviving.

The moment the sharp thorn touched Huo Wei, the golden flame butterfly wings wrapped around his body and blocked the sharp thorn, forming a golden cocoon.

Taking advantage of the victory, Bu Chengbi pursued and urged the whip to bind the golden cocoon in circles. The whip was covered with sharp thorns and pierced into the cocoon.

At the guest table, Mu Qingjia clenched his fists in his sleeves, and used the perspective advantage of his spiritual eyes to keep a close eye on the development of the battle.

I saw the golden sharp thorns stabbing inward continuously, but when they touched the red fire aura in the depths, they were distorted and melted by the golden flames, and Huo Wei was not hurt.

The fire aura is so thick that it is almost substantive, and there seem to be flower shadows swaying in it.If you look closely, the swaying flower shadow is made of golden flame sword energy. Huo Wei in the golden cocoon swings his sword thousands of times every moment, and the overlapping sword shadows form waves.

Yanlang continued to expand his territory, and as the golden cocoon wrapped in the whip grew more and more swollen, Bu Chengbi decided to summon the Heaven and Earth Cauldron, and the giant cauldron crashed down, locking the golden cocoon inside.

In the Heaven and Earth Cauldron, the golden aura surged dozens of times, while the fire aura was completely suppressed, and the golden cocoon that was about to burst shrank and wrapped tightly again.

Some people in the audience shook their heads and sighed, and couldn't bear to watch again: "Sect Master Bu has played a cruel hand this time. I'm afraid the Nether Butterfly Sword is either dead or injured."

These words vaguely passed into Mu Qingjia's ears, he took a deep breath, and continued to carefully observe the situation in the heaven and earth cauldron.

He believed that the younger brother would never be defeated like this.

In the golden cocoon, Huo Wei's sword dance did not stop, and even became faster and faster, plundering many phantoms.

Mu Qingjia suddenly discovered that the trajectories of those sword qi seemed to have no rules to follow, but they always devoured the golden aura on the whip after rebounding many times, and gradually overlapped together.

Hundreds of sword qi overlapped, accumulating huge explosive power, and attacked the weakest point of Yazi whip.

Just when the monks thought that Huo Wei's defeat was imminent, the golden cocoon suddenly cracked a small gap, and then, Yaojin Jianqi blatantly tore through the gap, unabated, and crashed into the inner wall of the tripod!

The aura gathered by the sword cultivator swiping his sword hundreds of millions of times, mixed with the aura of the whip, collided with another heavenly magic weapon at close range, and a deafening noise erupted in an instant.

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The sound waves burst suddenly, and the world trembled. Everyone felt severe eardrum pain and became deaf for a moment.

Under the blockage of the defensive circle of the martial arts platform, most of the monks were only affected by less than one in ten million, and they were relieved quickly.

However, Huo Wei and Bu Chengbi, who were at the center of the collision, were the first to bear the brunt of the sound waves.

Even if he was as strong as Bu Chengbi, he was limited to his own flesh and blood, and he became dizzy from the shock and temporarily lost his hearing.

Huo Wei was closer to the collision point, but he had prepared in advance and protected his body with butterfly wings.Therefore, he only paused for a moment, and extended the crack that he had just created in the Heaven and Earth Cauldron, and cut out the sword of "No Forgiveness".

This blow was his strongest explosive swordsmanship. The golden rune climbed up his neck, and the Butterfly Sword crazily drew the aura from his whole body, and the butterfly wings disappeared due to the intense consumption of aura.

The golden butterfly came out of the sword, split the tripod of heaven and earth, flapped its wings and rushed towards Bu Chengbi who was still in a daze.

The moment Jin Yandie touched him, Bu Chengbi's eyes became clear, and he immediately mobilized his body-protecting true energy, condensing a real golden aura to block in front of him.

The body-protecting essence is in the shape of an ellipsoid, and its surface is radiant and rotating rapidly.The rotating surface quickly threw the touched sword energy to both sides, dissipating most of the impact force.

With the release of force, Jin Yandie quickly fell apart, and Bu Chengbi's frowning brows slowly relaxed.

He didn't panic at all, even his hair wasn't messed up, and he still looked cool and peaceful.

But at this moment, Bu Chengbi's pupils shrank sharply, and a small but sharp sense of threat struck him, and he instinctively turned his head.

In the next moment, blood snaked out from the tiny wound under his right eye.

It has been 200 years since Bu Chengbi received the title of Venerable, not a single drop of blood has been shed.

The wound on his face - the first time since cultivating immortality.

His face darkened quickly, and he stretched out his hand to pinch the "weapon" in his fingertips.

It wasn't a magic weapon, it wasn't even a weapon, it was just a small golden oval ball.It was this tiniest metal ball that pierced through his protective essence and hurt his cheek.

If he had reacted a little slower at that time, he would have been blind in his right eye.

Where is this little thing that can break his protective essence?

Bu Chengbi rubbed the little golden ball, felt the overly familiar atmosphere in it, and understood.

——The material for this golden ball is Yazi whip.

When the whip wrapped around the flame golden cocoon, Huo Wei's fire melted the sharp thorns on the whip, and condensed the metal liquid into a spherical liquid.

And the moment he swung his sword and released "No Amnesty", the golden ball was also ejected from the attack.It was hidden in the sword energy, not eye-catching, and quickly condensed into a solid body in the air, hitting Bu Chengbi's right eye.

The metal on the Jaizu whip came from the same source as Bu Chengbi's protective golden aura. In addition, the time was too tight at that time, so he didn't pay attention to this familiar breath, so he let the golden ball penetrate the protective essence and hurt his body. he.

"Huo Wei." Bu Chengbi's voice was cold, and he was really angry, "I will destroy your face and make your life worse than death."

Huo Wei's ears were also buzzing at this time, he read Bu Chengbi's lips, kicked up and kicked the heaven and earth cauldron over.

He sneered and said, "Only the most humble woman in the world would threaten to scratch each other's face when they fight in the neighborhood. I didn't expect the Venerable to have such a hobby."

Of course, Mu Qingjia told him those words before, and he still clearly remembers how the senior brother imitated the scolding in Fox Fairy Village vividly by himself.

Under the Dao of Heaven, the first immortal cultivator and a village woman in the mortal world, one in the sky and the other in the earth, became the same kind of people in Huo Wei's mouth.

His provocation really angered Bu Chengbi. He was so angry that he whipped up his whip and went into battle again.

The scar on Bu Chengbi's cheek had already healed, but what he didn't notice was that a drop of blood slid down his cheek and landed on the competition platform.

The blood dripped silently into the white marble, like dripping into the surface of water, creating waves.

A drop of blood is like a distant memory, recording the countless reincarnations it has experienced, forming an almost endless timeline, and every point on the line hides a picture.

Another dark green line came from afar. It came from a drop of poisoned tea more than 300 years ago, and was carefully kept, waiting for the day to come.

The two space-time axes intersect each other at a certain point. Xuanyuan Mirror locates that unique time point, and then restores the scene at that moment through layers of cumbersome formations.

The illusion turned from virtual to real, and a series of continuous pictures appeared on the surface of the huge competition platform.The picture is indistinct, reflected several times by the mirrors hidden in various places, and finally projected on the open space in all directions of the arena.

Battle drums, mountain peaks, ground... Such a clear picture suddenly appeared, and there were so many of them that the monks had never seen it before, and they were amazed for a while.

I saw a male hand slowly pinching the herbs and throwing them into the furnace.The exotic flowers and plants he picked were brightly colored and highly poisonous, and most of them were varieties that ordinary people had never heard of.

"What's that?" asked a monk. "A mirage? An illusion?"

Someone noticed the quaint pattern on the edge of the competition platform and said, "It looks like a mirror-shaped magic weapon."

While everyone was discussing, a black-haired young Xianxiu suddenly appeared in the mirror.That person's appearance is cold and refined, once you see him, you won't mistake him!

"This is Sect Master Bu when he was young...?" Someone asked tentatively, "What does he make drugs for?"

"Bold madman, how dare you speak nonsense?" Xuanzong's young disciple jumped out, "What does the suzerain's poisoning have to do with you? Besides, this demon mirror suddenly appeared here. It is unknown whether it is true or false. How do you know that this picture is real?" ?”

The rest of the people were silent, but the word "demon mirror" in the mouth of this disciple inspired someone.

"Demon Mirror, Demon Reflecting Mirror..." A middle-aged unruly monk pondered over the texture of the mirror, suddenly overjoyed, and blurted out: "Isn't it the Demon Reflecting Mirror! This is the Xuanyuan Mirror! An ancient magic weapon!"

He quickly explained: "Xuanyuan Mirror distinguishes the true from the false, and illuminates demons. It only reveals the truth and never lies. I don't know how to transform it into such a shape, so that it can show the past?"

While talking, he rushed towards the competition arena, but was hit by an invisible barrier and stumbled, blood flowed all over his face and he couldn't stop laughing silly.The enthusiasm in his eyes did not seem to be fake, and most of the monks believed what he said.

In Xuanyuan Mirror, the poison was formed in the alchemy furnace, and Bu Chengbi took out a pill and put it in the tea.He walked forward with the cup of tea in his hand, the tea swayed, revealing his clean jaw line.

——To whom should I serve the poisoned tea?

All the disciples of Xuanzong faintly felt that something was wrong, panic rose in their hearts, and they scolded: "You can't talk nonsense! Xuanyuan Mirror? How can an ancient artifact be defiled by such fakes?"

The monk who was knocked bloody got up, blew his beard and stared and said: "I have been refining weapons for thousands of years. When did I miss the goods and deceive people? I don't want the reputation of the millennium?"

The Zhan surname family has been active in the Three Realms much longer than Xuanzong's. The whole family has devoted themselves to refining weapons, never participating in the disputes of the Three Realms, and never supporting any forces.

As he said, during the millennia, the Zhan clan has never missed a magic weapon.

After recognizing his identity, almost all the monks believed that what appeared in the Xuanyuan Mirror did indeed happen a long time ago.

Bu Chengbi in the mirror pushed open a door, and the light suddenly dimmed, casting heavy shadows in his eye sockets under his eyebrows.

The cold monk suddenly smiled, that smile dispelled the ice, snow and darkness, so that people couldn't help but get close to him when they saw it.

He walked into the room slowly with such a smile, and said, "Junior brother has worked hard in cultivation. Drink some tea and rest for a while."

The junior he was talking about seemed to have just woken up from meditation, and took the teacup with complete trust.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Bu!" said a youthful voice as clear as jade.

That young man's voice was so familiar to Mu Qingjia.

However, by the time he got acquainted with Le Lu, the poisonous tea had already cooled down.The boy stayed at that moment forever in the poisonous corrosion, and it took 300 years.

300 years have passed, he is full of hatred and vigilance towards the world, he will never be credulous again, nor will he be easily hurt.

Cynical and jealous, playing games in the world.

The once pure and innocent voice was completely poisoned and hoarse by the cup of tea handed to him by his closest senior brother in the world.