Zhijun Xiangu

Magic sword

Since Yu Lin went down to Mount Hua and arrived in Tanzhou, Zhangjiacun Catfish Essence, Xianghe Dragon King, Danyang Corpse Classic, and now Xiangyang, it has only been more than a month, but everything happened too much too fast.

Xinghui felt that even if Xiong Xiazi broke the corn, he would not bring it so quickly, and let them catch up.

Even if you think about it with your knees, you know something is wrong, but the enemy is in the dark, and you know it, and it may implicate all the people in Xiangyang, so don't act rashly.

Coupled with the pressure of the broken sword, Xinghui can only be a useless sword spirit and the breeder huddled in the room, hugging the fox and watching Yulin and Lingfeng come in and out, and the Hengqingmen who are called occasionally When the disciple came over, he still wanted to laugh at this senior sword spirit who was usually so flamboyant.

Don't bring such a bullying sword!

Xing Hui was so angry that he secretly thought that when he put a barrier on that broken sword, he must take revenge fiercely, that guy...

Huh?

Something is wrong.

Xing Hui jumped up suddenly, scaring the little fox who was nestling in his arms and eating chicken drumsticks. Xing Hui hurriedly put the little fox on the bed, called "Master" and ran out.

Yu Lin, who was flipping through ancient books, looked up at Xing Hui who was anxiously shouting: "What's wrong?"

Xing Hui: "I remembered the most wrong thing about that sword! It's a top-quality fairy sword, but why, why doesn't it have a sword spirit?!"

Normally, a fairy sword that has experienced a catastrophe with its master can give birth to a sword spirit. The sword called "Shuo Wang" has more spiritual power than him. How could it be possible that there is no sword spirit?But that day Xinghui also really knew that the sword didn't make him feel the induction between the sword spirit at all, how could it be possible?

Yu Lin said: "I've already thought about this matter."

Xinghui's complexion immediately collapsed: "Ah...you already know."

Yu Lin said: "Well, there are only two possibilities for the fairy sword to be full of spiritual power but not to be alive. One is that the sword spirit has been killed and the sword is broken and recast, but such a sword must feel lifeless when you get it. You can't let it release such brilliance of spiritual power; the second kind... is the spiritual weapon of heaven and earth."

The fairy swords held by the immortal cultivators in the world are all forged by swordsmiths, and so is Xinghui. Unless it is destroyed and cannot be recast, basically no practitioner will replace the fairy sword.

The good fortune of heaven and earth is different, they rely on the purest energy between heaven and earth, and they are the best when they are born. Therefore, if these artifacts want to catalyze life, they can only be rare "device monsters", not sword spirits.

When this matter was mentioned, Yu Lin's expression didn't change, but Xinghui's mouth was bitter, secretly complaining that he didn't think carefully about what he did, how could the master be smarter than him, how could he not have thought of it, which pot he would come over without opening the pot? Which pot.

……

Mu San leaned on the beauty's couch, reading the letter sent to him by his little nephew.

Habitually pressed the tear mole at the corner of his left eye, and complained to his confidants: "Look at my nephew, it's fine if he doesn't do his job all day long, but in the end he still uses his uncle as a swordsman, and he still doesn't pay me."

His confidant Mu Zheng thought to himself: "That was not taken by you back then, you are even worse than Master Eleven."

But he said: "If Master Eleven hadn't been in a real hurry, he wouldn't have sent you a letter. I have never seen him begging you."

Mu San sneered: "Nonsense, I don't know which girl he has his eyes on again because of his pettiness, but this time it seems that there is something going on, and he is not young, well, I will help him."

He completely ignored that he was more "old and not young".

He turned his head and looked at Mu Zheng: "It just so happens that I'll take a trip after I'm done. I'll stay here all the time. Those guys who have changed their name from 'vampire' to 'marrow sucker' won't feel at ease."

"Then... where's Miss Lin?" Mu Zheng poured tea and passed it to someone. After thinking about it, he asked, "Boss Lin can't wait to tell everyone in the city that Miss Lin is going to marry you."

"I can't count the people who want to marry me without doing anything. Are they all married? Form a harem and play mahjong together?" Mu San shrugged indifferently, "Tell them that I have a sweetheart. If you pester me, just say that I am a broken sleeve, and get rid of it quickly."

He doesn't care about his reputation.

Mu Zheng is used to it.

Mu San read the second page of the letter again, glanced at it twice, and suddenly slapped the couch very excitedly: "Hey! This tone, it's not just about someone... It's difficult, my old-fashioned brother can't beat me!" Kill him! Interesting!"

...Looking at this scene, if the Eleventh Young Master is burned to death by the uncle's anger, it must be the firewood you added.

The corners of Mu Zheng's eyes twitched.

……

Today has been cloudy since early morning, and the iron-gray sky makes people feel a little breathless.

Ling Feng frowned, carefully inspected the cat corpse on the ground, and said to the people behind him without turning his head: "The primordial spirit is completely separated, it must be caused by the possession of a monster, the seventh one."

Behind him were several young disciples of the Hengqing Sect, and one of them replied: "I like to possess the cat demon, it should be under Leopard Venerable...but we couldn't even catch a living one."

Another disciple said angrily: "It's all like this, it proves that Master Yu Lin's thinking is right, those guys are still looking forward and backward, only caring about their own cultivation, isn't it that we cultivate immortals to protect the common people? "

They have been running around these days, because there are few people, and they only managed to persuade some of the people away with their own efforts. Those bunch of shrinking turtles are simply not worthy of cultivating Taoism!

Ling Feng who stood up heard this, looked at the disciple approvingly and said, "The most difficult thing to keep in this world is the original heart. It's good that you have such an idea."

The disciple's face turned red, and the two fellow disciples standing on his left and right saw him like this, raised their eyebrows and stabbed him left and right with their elbows.

Ling Feng smiled gently, and just about to open his mouth to say something, the ground suddenly shook!

In addition to the fact that they could still stand with their cultivation base, the alley was already staggering, and with the vibration, there was a deafening roar!

A few people rushed out of the alley, looked up, and saw that the sky of Xiangyang City, which was only covered with dark clouds just now, was already covered with rolling black mist, and the shadow of a tiger and a wolf could be vaguely seen!

Accompanied by the screams of the fleeing people around him, a disciple shouted in disbelief: "That's... the Devil's Cave? Why so fast?! Where did it come from?! The barrier hasn't been fully repaired yet! !"

Lingfeng greeted several people immediately: "Go back to your position! Help the people to evacuate!"

……

Yu Lin took a step forward, pressed his left hand on the hilt of the Shuo Wang sword that was still stuck on the ground, and held the Xing Hui of the Huahui sword in his right hand, with a faint blue aura glowing all over his body, standing indifferently in the center of the storm, not even a hair was touched blow.

The half-repaired enchantment in Xiangyang City finally couldn't support it and broke again, and the Zhaomo Cave suddenly rolled over, but still only a black mist fell down.

The black mist landed not far in front of Yu Lin, and transformed into the appearance of a human male.

The man looked at Yu Lin with interest, and laughed, "I thought there was some powerful trap waiting for us. There is no one in the cultivation world? Just one?"

Yu Lin ignored him, and quietly pushed over with his menacing eyes, the man's smile disappeared little by little, and his face became a little ugly.

He bears all the coercion released by a half-immortal. It stands to reason that the ground around him should have been shattered to ashes at this level, but it didn't affect anything else except him.

The man gritted his teeth and did a human courtesy before saying, "I'm sorry, Master Yulin."

Yu Lin said coldly: "This is not the place you should come to."

"Real man...you have to think about it, we are under the seat of the Four Demon Venerables, is it worth it for you to give life to mortals? Besides, we have a magic sword to help us, so we are invincible." The man pointed to Yu Lin's subordinate Shuo Wang.

He was working hard on the surface calmly, but in his heart he was already cursing the [-]th generation ancestor of that red-robed sissy named Linglong——He handed over the information full of confidence, why didn't he mention such a half-immortal? !

Fortunately, although the troops were summoned hastily this time, they are very sufficient. Let's talk first, and if it doesn't work, we can fight.

Yu Lin's expression didn't change at all: "Whether it's worth it or not is up to the deity to decide. As for the magic sword, do you think the deity has never seen the real one?"

The man's face suddenly changed. He originally wanted to use this sword of unknown origin to frighten the half-immortal.

Among the six worlds, the spiritual power of the human world is thin, and no spiritual weapon can be produced, but the demon world can produce magic weapons, Yu Lin should not have understood this matter.

"500 years ago, the magic sword 'Gui Nan' was born. It was brought to the world and slaughtered all over... Tianyin Palace." Yu Lin paused, and continued, "The whereabouts are unknown after that, but before it was destroyed, The devil world can no longer give birth to a second magic sword for the creation of heaven and earth."

The man's face changed one after another: "The real person..."

"You don't need to try to provoke me anymore. Those nightmare monsters are useless to me." Yu Lin interrupted him, "What's more, your men sneaked in a few days ago and were killed a lot, but still The rest of the little devils... haven't already made a move."

"boom!"

As if to confirm what he said, there was an explosion sound from the southeast corner of Xiangyang after the collision of magic power and spiritual power!

……

Ling Feng shook off the blood on the sword, and thought mockingly: "These demons can also bleed bright red blood, so why is some people's blood black?"

He didn't look at the several demon corpses that fell around him and began to dissipate gradually, turned around and stretched out a hand towards the person who fell on the ground: "How about it, can you still go?"

The young soldier's hands and feet were trembling, Ling Feng pulled him up, and the soldier seemed to have regained his senses, he grabbed Ling Feng's arm in a panic and said: "Here we come! It's really here! Mr. Lanyue is right Ah! What... what should I do?"

Ling Feng comforted: "Don't be afraid, listen to me now and leave quickly, it's okay."

Only then did the soldiers notice that the brave Daoist priest who defeated the group of demons and rescued him just now seemed to be about the same age as him.

"I... I am a soldier, I shouldn't have run away!" The soldier felt a little ashamed, trying not to let his voice tremble, "A few days ago, Lord Lanyue saved me, I think, I want to help you!"

He let go of Lingfeng, and turned around to pick up the bow that he had dropped on the ground.

Ling Feng looked at this little soldier who was obviously very scared, and smiled inexplicably.

It's worth protecting these people.

His back suddenly felt cold!

The soldier picked up his bow, and he turned around and called out to the young Daoist priest, "Dao... Daozhang?! Daozhang?!"

The scene in front of him stunned him.

Standing silently behind Lingfeng, the locust demon drew out the claw blade that pierced into Lingfeng's body.

Blood gushed out, making Feng fall.

The soldiers' shouts echoed in my ears.

Then he couldn't feel anything.