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The two quickly distanced themselves.
Venerable Fuyao, wearing Yuncheng's robe, passed by out of the corner of his eye.
In his opinion, even if a person in the middle stage of Nascent Soul masters such a valuable treasure, he is just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
You can suppress it with a flip of your hand and take away the treasure that is suspected to be the birth tool spirit.
There is a big difference between the spirit of the soul flag and the spirit of the weapon. Like the peak Great True Monarch, his aura is round and full of inspiration. It doesn't feel like the spirit of the ordinary soul flag weapon.
Of course, mere suspicion is enough for him to pay attention to. Legend has it that all treasures that give birth to weapon spirits are extremely powerful. As long as they are obtained, they can completely distance themselves from Chuiyun.
Not to mention the value of such a valuable treasure itself.
It is said that the treasure from which the weapon spirit was born contains the secret of attaining enlightenment and becoming an immortal.
Although no one has confirmed this, every monk who is in charge of the treasure is a person with amazing talents and has left a mark in the world of cultivation.
When such a treasure appears in the world, shouldn't it be in the hands of virtuous people?
How could the artifact be allowed to gather dust and be thrown into someone else's hands by mistake?
But in this Xingluo Sea, Lord Donghai is missing, and the news of his death is just suppressed, so there is only one competitor left.
A flash of light flashed in the eyes of Lord Fuyao, but he suppressed it and returned to the deep and indifferent mood of the past. However, the locked consciousness did not relax at all. Instead, it flashed over and over again, and turned back again and again. Seeing that Chuiyun had a similar reaction to him, he asked, "Why are you retreating?"
"Why are you retreating?" Chuiyun, who was holding hands in his sleeves, tilted his head slightly.
Gujing Wubo's eyes were filled with waves.
He raised his hand and gently shook it to hold out a small cauldron.
The water in the cauldron ripples.
In the blink of an eye, the small cauldron turned into a big cauldron in the wind. Flowers, birds, fish and insects competed to fly over the cauldron to paint the blue sky. But above the blue sky, there was a huge thing, like a fish and a bird. Along with the water waves in the cauldron, it gushed out and stagnated. The strange and large thing on the cauldron wall began to swim slowly, as if swimming in the vast sea or flying in the sky.
But in an instant, the phantom had completely enveloped the sky.
The sky-covering wings slowly folded down, grabbing a piece of the sky.
Venerable Fuyao had a stern look on his face and said loudly: "The Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron forged from the body of Kunpeng is indeed a rare and powerful Taoist weapon in the world." There was not much fear on his face. Instead, he gave a soft drink and raised the weapon in his hand. Crutches, crutches are like a mysterious creature, stretching and showing its body.
The strangely curved crutch was straight, and the dry and cracked stone armor covering it, which looked like tree bark, fell off and was replaced by tiny golden scales and feathers.
A flash.
The end of the 'crutch' suddenly looked like a terrifying monster opening its fangs, forming two forks.
Two forks, one short and one short.
As the fragments of feathers attached to the main rod gathered at the long and short parts, they quickly condensed into a complete blade. Venerable Fuyao stretched out his hand to hold the long sword and drew out the sword.
"But my Tianpeng Sword takes the divine condensing feathers from Kunpeng's spine and collects the azure gold essence. Just these 3,600 feathers..."
Venerable Chuiyun's eyes focused on the Tianpeng blade.
Immediately, he glanced sarcastically at Master Fuyao, who was still sighing and boasting: "Is it yours?"
"How not."
"This is the sect's treasure."
"Zongmen?"
"Which sect?"
Fuyao, who looked a little older, chuckled, as if he didn't realize Chuiyun's questioning, with a puzzled look on his face: "Tianpeng Sect?"
Chuiyun looked solemn and sneered: "What? Have you even forgotten your ancestors? You have to point me out."
Venerable Fuyao was not impatient at all, but smiled lightly and said: "Since they are all inherited by the sect, and I am a monk of the sect, the Tianpeng Sword is a magic weapon of my lineage, so it is natural for me to take charge of it. It couldn't be better, senior brother, why should you be so worried about it?"
Then he turned his eyes to look at the flying banner behind Taiyi and said: "The treasures in the world are held by those with virtue. Since senior brother claims to be a direct descendant of the sect, I will give the sect's Kunpeng inheritance to senior brother, and senior brother can take it for himself." "As he said this, he made a gesture of invitation and looked towards the ancient ruins of the Ghost Sea.
How many people know how much is buried in the ancient ruins?
At least, as Chuiyun who experienced that battle back then, he always believed that his path was right.
Kun is Kun, and Peng is Peng. Neither of them can be called Kunpeng alone. It was only because of the development of the two paths that the sect's ideas became antagonistic, and that's when the unprecedented war took place.
Looking over the clouds with all my eyes.
His eyes suddenly became much redder.
Even a genius like him couldn't follow the original path from scratch, which is why two sects appeared, Kunyun and Tianpeng. Compared with Tianjiao, this undoubtedly simplified the path and allowed More 'ordinary' monks embark on this path. Although he is not an ordinary person at all in the eyes of ordinary monks.
Is the Kunpeng inheritance still important?
Of course it is extremely important, but just putting the inheritance there will not have a big impact. And the person in front of him, the soul flag that gave birth to the weapon spirit, is a real treasure that can improve his strength. Once it is shaken If you have to go, the balance between the two will inevitably be broken.
In the same way, as long as he can get the soul flag, his strength will also be improved.
The two venerables standing on the clouds were now very smelly of gunpowder. If the atmosphere just now was very subtle, now there is a kind of calm and depression before the storm.
Their eyes had moved away from each other and looked at Taiyi again.
Taiyi was sitting cross-legged on the clouds, and there was no need for him to cast any sky-controlling spells.
Holding the seal, muttering something in his mouth, he formed a series of magic knots with his fingers and entered the magic circle in front of him. The golden and red lines on the main pole of the soul flag standing behind him were connected in series, and the flag cloth was raised like a veil. A picture of the sky blocking out the sun.
The vast evil spirit rolls like a wild waterfall.
The soul flags surrounding it are like a blue dragon, spitting endlessly as it rolls.
Black clouds filled the sky, and green-faced and fanged figures jumped out one after another, opening their bloody mouths to absorb the boundless evil energy for the soul flag.
Taiyi also raised his head to look at the two venerables, with a slightly nervous look on his face. He didn't know if it would be possible this time. After all, Tu Shanjun had speculated that the evil spirit of the Ghost Sea was not enough.
However, looking at the ruins as square as the earth below, Taiyi felt that it might be barely enough.
I just don’t know if I want to overcome the tribulation. It is said that many powerful treasures will cause powerful catastrophes when they are formed. Maybe God feels that such treasures should not exist, or they are powerful enough to resonate with the world.
he does not know.
Facing two venerables, this is not the time to think so much.
All he could do was to stay calm as much as possible and look at this rather unexpected weapon refining calmly from the perspective of a weapon refining master. As long as you can control the Soul Flag to guide the evil spirit here and refine it into a Taoist weapon, there is still a way to break the situation.
Taiyi's half-opened eyes suddenly opened, and a light flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, he successfully cultivated into the late stage of Nascent Soul and became a great true king.
But there was no surprise on his face. The improvement of this level of realm is just a matter of time and effort. As long as you accumulate slowly, you will be able to achieve it one day.
Thanks to the power of the Yinhun Pill, many years of time were saved. Otherwise, with this body, it would be difficult to become the Great True Lord in such a short period of time.
He also sensed a bottleneck.
The Great True Lord is already at the limit of this body.
Unless he can further find his own path like Tu Shanjun.
But this is obviously impossible.
Who can achieve enlightenment twice in the same realm? And each time there are different gains, which are fed back to one's own strength. Taiyi felt that he was not without talent, but compared with Tu Shanjun, he was still far behind.
Tu Shanjun seemed to be feeling something and turned around.
He didn't know what Taiyi was thinking. The top priority is how to use the evil spirit of the Ghost Sea to refine Tao soldiers.
In Wu'angui Ruins, Donghaijun's Yang Shen was indeed extremely weak, but this was not something he could simply resolve. The fastest way is undoubtedly like the old monster Jing, letting go of the soul flag to force the Venerable Yang Shen to enter.
At that time, he was still in the Golden Core realm. Monster Jing broke in and caused the soul flag to be damaged. If it hadn't been repaired later, there would have been a big problem.
"Alas?"
Venerable Fuyao laughed loudly, stroking his beard and sighed: "Breaking through on the battlefield. You are indeed extraordinary for being able to think calmly under such circumstances and even break through."
As he spoke, he raised the Tianpeng Sword in his hand and looked into the distance: "That treasure has also reached the critical moment of transformation. Since the ghost sea is not full of evil energy, let me help you!"
As he spoke, he slowly raised the long knife in his hand.
Actuated by mana, the blade of the sword soared into the sky like a pillar of light.
Thousands of miles of smoke, clouds, and rays of light were all shining brightly. Under the sword struck by Master Fuyao, a long and narrow hole appeared in the sky, which could not be healed for a long time.
The boundless sea was calm and calm, as if it was just a breeze blowing by.
No one knew that His Holiness had taken action just now.
Taiyi opened his spiritual consciousness to explore in confusion, but his spiritual consciousness did not catch any useful information for him. On the contrary, his doubts became a lot worse.
Venerable Chuiyun watched indifferently. In his eyes, there was nothing praiseworthy about this sword, it was just the Venerable's ordinary performance.
It only made him a little surprised that the weapon spirit standing in front of the formation quickly resisted. Although this resistance seemed to be separated from the light of Master Fuyao's sword.
"Is this the potential of the heavy treasure weapon spirit?"
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Tu Shanjun's face was solemn, and this trick was yet another demonstration of his venerable skill.
It seemed like only a breeze passing by, but in fact, there were already rough waves under the sea. The fish, shrimps, turtles and turtles turned into blood under the strangulation of that light, and then took advantage of the wind and merged into the boundless evil energy above.
This sword seemed to have carved out a new world.
No, he can do it without a knife, he can use any weapon or even his own fist.
This is the master's control over heaven and earth.
In the sky where the Venerable is, whatever creatures you want to die will die, and whatever creatures you don't want to die will not die.
Master Fuyao used the Tianpeng Sword simply because it was his Taoist weapon. Even such powerful monks still need treasures with them, because they are not facing weak ones, but beings of the same level or even more powerful.
Tushanjun felt the flow of nature, his eyes full of gloom and heavyness.
Compared with the Venerable's transcendent methods, the small world he dyed with his magic power was like paper.
A light poke.
It will open a big hole.
This is a difference in realm.
Two more later.