Chapter 505 Weapon Spirit

Chapter 505 Weapon Spirit

The demon's eyes widened after being thrown out of the sea of ​​consciousness by Tu Shanjun.

It felt that the white circle around its neck was no longer restrained, as if all the shackles that restrained it disappeared when the old devil disappeared.

"Hahaha!"

The devil stood up suddenly, transformed from a black coal ball into a tall figure, and laughed wildly: "Finally, I finally got this opportunity. Old devil, you, you can't trap me!"

The breath of freedom almost made him drunk.

It is a majestic demon. From the devil's womb, it absorbs the demonic cultivator's yin and then absorbs the demonic energy to grow. It devours the yin and gods of other monks. It obviously has the strength of the peak golden elixir but is suppressed like a dog.

All this is because of that damn old devil.

When it comes to being a demon, even though he was a serious demon, he felt that his methods were too easy and sweet. The old devil's methods are truly cruel.

But luckily it finally got over it.

Stay until you get a chance.

At this moment, the devil cried with joy.

Lying on the ground and crying.

Not only was he worried about his own life when he was around the old devil, but he also had to help with the work. When had he ever been so angry?

It is afraid of death.

Now that we no longer have to deal with life and death crises, how can we not be happy?

If it weren't for its lack of strength, it would go on a killing spree now, absorb some demonic energy, and grow to the point where it doesn't have to be afraid at all.

"Ugh." The yellow-haired dog bared its teeth at the demon who revealed its true form. The golden elixir's peak spiritual consciousness and energy locked onto the demon, and it seemed that if the demon dared to make any abnormal move, it would rush forward and tear it into pieces.

The devil's eyes flashed fiercely and he was about to take action.

He quickly restrained himself and stared at the stunned Taiyi Zhenjun from the corner of his eyes. Seeing that Taiyi Zhenjun didn't notice, the devil immediately turned around and ran away.

"Woof!"

The native dog roared, and suddenly turned into a khaki light and shadow and chased after him. The escape speed of the light was no slower than that of the demon, and was even a little faster.

Zhenjun Taiyi was left alone in a daze.

He didn't seem to have realized what had happened. The body of the Yuanying monk who was talking to him just now seemed to be floating away, leaving not even a trace of breath or inspiration behind.

And the spiritual treasure in his hand turned into a piece of paper standing in front of him when the magic power surged, and the flags opened up. Countless evil-looking ghosts crowded on the fluttering black flags with red edges.

The scarlet will-o'-the-wisp of the skull evil spirit at the top is burning in its eye sockets.

With the surge of mana, Taiyi Zhenjun felt as if he had refined this spiritual treasure in an instant.

Even ordinary magic weapons cannot be refined the moment they are obtained. They all need to be warmed and familiarized by the monk's magic power, and then they can be used like arms and fingers.

Not to mention such a powerful spiritual treasure.

Only when Master Taiyi mastered the soul flag did he truly understand the power of this spiritual treasure.

His vision couldn't help but condense as his spiritual consciousness penetrated. There is a gray sky in the soul flag, and there are at least hundreds of thousands of evil ghosts in the huge ancient city shrouded in fog.

This spiritual treasure is not as simple as it seems. He had tried his best to predict that the Lingbao would be more powerful, but he did not expect that the Lingbao would not be inferior to some of the sect's inherited treasures, and far exceeded his expectations.

With so many Yin gods under their protection, those who use Lingbao will be invincible unless their mana is exhausted.

It is precisely because the Lingbao is so powerful that Taiyi Zhenjun is even more doubtful. He didn't find any contract that was not conducive to him, or that he was controlled by others because of the Lingbao.

I turned around and checked the inside and outside several times, but there was still nothing abnormal.

The only thing you need to worry about is the disappearance of Zunhun Zhenjun.

"Nailing spirits, refining elixirs, setting up formations, protecting the body, summoning gods and drinking ghosts..."

The more I look at it, the more frightened I am. This magical power is not simple. Ordinary spiritual treasures have at most two or three similar ones, but this spiritual treasure's magical power seems to have not been fully demonstrated.

The only drawback is that it consumes too much mana. In just a short time, he has consumed 10% to 20% of his mana, and the 10% to 20% of the mana has disappeared after being integrated into the soul flag.

After consuming these two percent, there will be no more losses.

When Taiyi Zhenjun chased away, he discovered a Taoist temple outside the city.

"Fellow Taoist, can you see clearly?"

A calm voice sounded in Taiyi Zhenjun's ears.

Taiyi Zhenjun, who was about to find out what was going on, quickly exited from his trance.

He opened his eyes suddenly and saw the soul flag in front of him spread out like a carpet, and the person who came out of the illusion was the tall figure that had just disappeared.

His red hair hung loosely on his shoulders, and the man's body was quickly condensed by black energy, and even the remaining illusory parts were completely replenished. Shrouded in a black robe, Tu Shanjun sat cross-legged and looked at Zhenjun Taiyi opposite with a smile.

Finally, it is no longer the little magic power that I dare not use. With such deep magic power as the source of the performance, I feel that even my originally tense mind is slightly relaxed.

"Who are you……?"

"ghost?"

"Yuhun?"

"Item spirit?"

Taiyi Zhenjun was stunned for a long time and suddenly burst out laughing so hard that he almost shed tears.

His body couldn't help shaking and coughing, but it didn't stop him from continuing to laugh. The clear clouds around the top of the tower rippled, and the soft light also blended into a ball.

Until that violent cough replaced the laughter.

Taiyi Zhenjun, who was lying at his desk, wiped it with white silk and then looked at the Xu Zun Soul Flag in front of him.

The wind stops and the fog breaks.

The attic at the top of the tower was quiet and peaceful, except for two Nascent Soul monks.

"My vision is really bad. I only know now that my Taoist friend is a weapon spirit. In fact, the clues are almost obvious, but it's a pity that I didn't pay attention to it before." Taiyi Zhenjun said with a strange look in his eyes and a chuckle.

It's not that Taiyi Zhenjun is laughing at him, but that no one would have thought that the most famous soul-devouring demon king in the Xiaohuang Realm is a spiritual treasure weapon spirit.

This man once stirred up a huge storm and made other Nascent Soul Lords afraid to take action. If it were left to the past, those Nascent Soul Lords would not treat others so nicely.

Taiyi Zhenjun suddenly realized, no wonder he always felt that Tu Shanjun would not take action if he could. He originally thought that this Tushan Lord did not like to take action and preferred to use ruthless means to blackmail other monks. It turned out that as a spiritual treasure, his magic power was limited.

The complex emotions came to him, causing Taiyi Zhenjun to shake his head slightly, laugh in surprise, and sighed repeatedly: "Old man, old man, it's because my Taoist friend really didn't make anyone doubt his identity, that's why he's like this."

a long time.

Taiyi Zhenjun bowed and said, "I feel really lucky to be recognized by fellow Taoists."

He is not someone who has never seen the market before.

Lingbao will indeed give birth to weapon spirits, but there are also three, six or nine levels of weapon spirits.

That initial tiny consciousness cannot even be called a ‘spirit’.

A weapon spirit like Tu Shanjun, who not only possesses the Nascent Soul cultivation level but is also very mature and experienced, should not appear on the Lingbao at all. Even the Taoist Transformation Soldiers do not have such a weapon spirit.

I remember that an ancient treasure was discovered in Yuanyang Territory, and the artifact spirit of that ancient treasure was an eight or nine-year-old baby, which had already attracted many god-transforming monks to fight.

What kind of cultivation level does Tushanjun have?

With such intelligence and intelligence, no one would believe that he was a weapon spirit.

And more importantly, weapon spirits rarely identify with cultivating monks. If you can be recognized, you can really be proud of it, but don't go out to show off.

Those who listen to it as bullshit may not care, but if someone with a serious intention listens to it, it will lead to death.

"I don't dare." Tu Shanjun quickly returned the greeting.

These words were serious, and there was no way he could sit there and take it calmly, especially when the person who said these words was a Nascent Soul monk.

After handing over his hands, Taiyi Zhenjun dropped his hands and said with a sigh: "I didn't expect that God would allow me to get help from fellow Taoists at this time."

Tu Shanjun said: "You are sick."

"The illness is not serious."

Taiyi Zhenjun took over the conversation and said with a smile: "If I hadn't been ill, I wouldn't have stayed here for so many years. It was so long that I had forgotten."

"It's just a few stubborn illnesses and it won't affect my cultivation and strength."

Tu Shanjun was silent. As Taiyi Zhenjun said, the disease did not affect his strength, but if the disease was not cured quickly, it would go deep into its origin, and he would die when it was completely eaten away.

No wonder Taiyi Zhenjun wants the key to Yuanyang Territory so much. He must want to go to Yuanyang Territory to find the treasures of heaven and earth that can cure him.

Tu Shanjun searched around, and when he returned to the soul flag, he threw out the demons from the sea of ​​consciousness to use as coolies. Why did they disappear now? He immediately picked up the magic formula and silently recited the incantation to shrink the white circle.

The demon who had escaped thousands of miles felt like his neck was about to break.

This staggered, he was caught up by the local dog chasing behind him, and he hit his butt with a bite, which made the demon whimper in pain, and his miserable wailing turned into clouds and dissipated.

As soon as I pulled the native dog down, I felt excruciating pain again. Who would have thought that after the native dog let go, he bit me on the leg again. The devil quickly turned into a black coal ball and flew toward the White Tower as if fleeing for his life.

Shure.

Black coal balls rolled around Tushanjun's feet.

He kept kowtowing and said: "Master, have mercy on me, Master, have mercy on me. I thought that Master was killed by someone. I was so hurt that I was afraid that I would be killed too, so I couldn't avenge you."

"That's why I ran away because I was young, Master Mingjian."

"Go." He kicked the black briquettes to the side and was caught in the mouth by the native dog who came back. Then he placed the briquettes on the table as if to show off.

The curled up demon was so frightened that he did not dare to move.

The old devil's aura has obviously disappeared, so how can he still be alive?

Speaking of this demon, I feel that the devil's life is all gloomy.

"Raised by fellow Taoist?"

"The devil."

Tu Shanjun explained by the way: "Last time I was rescued by a demon cultivator from the Blood Evil Sect when I was going through a tribulation. He hid this demon fetus in the sea of ​​consciousness. This demon was born after he became a demon. I didn't kill him and kept him by my side."

Zhenjun Taiyi was left alone and laughed.

Ah Fu had been brought up by him since he was a child. He was more of a relative than a pet. Unexpectedly, Tushanjun is even more peculiar. He raises nothing but a demon that absorbs demonic energy.

Especially this demon gave birth to spiritual intelligence.

Sure enough, extraordinary people do extraordinary things.