Chapter 443 Baoguang (please vote for me)
"Ahem... Although my cultivation level is not the highest, my soul cultivation is the most profound. Who else would I take this step?"
Zhuge Wufeng took a step forward, shook his feather fan, and a trace of determination appeared in his eyes: "I also want to take a look at the realm of the soul..."
As soon as he said this, Ancestor Wanhun shouted: "Old Zhuge, after all, this method is just my first attempt. It is too dangerous. Maybe I can bear it for you!"
Upon hearing this, the Reverend Divine Talisman and the old monster of Qi Transformation just sneered.
If this true spirit penetrates into the 'Palace of Vientiane', if it is truly refined into a spiritual treasure, it will be equivalent to a different kind of breakthrough soul!
The monks in this world have actually never given up on the exploration of the soul since the Tianbian Rebellion.
And these old monsters, to be honest, are all at the end of their lifespan and don't mind taking a risk at all.
In fact, Yang Baixuan really wanted to sacrifice his own blood at first.
Later, Zhuge Wufeng, who was still from the Zhuge Qi sect, joined forces all the way to get more than half of the votes and took this position.
"Ahem...Did I ever say you regret it?"
Zhuge Wufeng bowed his hands slightly in all directions: "Please rest assured, haven't we already sworn to each other with our Taoist hearts, and have placed a lot of restrictions on each other? Don't worry about whether you will break your word after you succeed... If it's the 'Wanxiang Palace' 'After it is refined, our six major sects will immediately merge and form a new sect. From then on, the five absolutes in the world will become the six absolutes! And that spiritual treasure will naturally be controlled by the six major chakras..."
Seeing this, Yang Baixuan could only sigh.
He also knew that in order to win over the other five sects to join forces, he must not be the last person to steal the soul.
Otherwise, the Xuanji Bailian Sect would take too great advantage.
In fact, even if a new sect is established, the people in charge of the spiritual treasures at the beginning will not be people from the Zhuge Qi Sect and the Xuanji Bailian Sect, but the Corpse Yin Tantric Sect!
This is the compromise and restraint made by the six authentic sects.
Even if this 'Wanxiang Palace' spiritual treasure could be refined, when it was the turn of the Xuanji Bailian Sect lineage to take charge, it would have been changed five times, a thousand years later.
Although this 'soul-stealing method' has not been verified, it can easily fail.
Moreover, after seizing the soul and being promoted to a spiritual treasure, the monk's true soul doesn't know what changes it will have. He may lose all his memory, and even his wisdom is only comparable to that of a three- or four-year-old child.
But Zhuge Wufeng was still unwilling to let go of this opportunity, because he was the oldest and was about to pass away.
In fact, any old ancestor of Huandan will get this opportunity at all costs.
"Our six authentic sects have been united since ancient times. If we work together this time, we will succeed immediately!"
Yang Baixuan murmured and suddenly looked above the cave.
A melodious bell rang suddenly.
"The Sword Refining Conference has begun."
An old monster murmured, and everyone couldn't help but have a look of expectation in their eyes.
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Xuanji Hundred Refining Gate, Mountain Gate.
The venue for the Sword Refining Conference is a magnificent circular open-air building. Layers of cloud beds surround the weapon refining cave and continue to stack upwards, eventually forming a layout like the Colosseum in ancient Rome.
The real Fu Yunzi was mixed among many monks, but he was like a fish in water.
Most of the casual cultivators looked at the Bailian Peak where the weapon refining cave was located, with expressions of anticipation on their faces.
But Fuyunzi knew that among them, there were probably very few people who were truly destined.
Even, maybe no one has this chance.
After all, a real flying sword is at least as good as a magic weapon, and its value is even ten times that of a magic weapon!
Such huge profits are enough to attract those real geniuses!
At the top of the cloud bed, there was a sudden commotion.
"It's Taoist Xuandu from Tiandu Sect!"
"Taoist Xuandu is one of the Five Sons of Tiandu, and he is also a rare genius in thousands of years. It is said that he has formed an elixir and it has become a first-class elixir!"
"When this person comes this time, one of the best flying swords will definitely belong to him."
Many casual cultivators sighed and beat their chests. Some were still curious: "I wonder if the talented Li Kunlun has arrived?"
"You are a true pride of heaven, and you may not care about a flying sword. The flying sword is as precious as your life to us casual cultivators. In the eyes of a real high-level disciple, it is just that..."
Fuyunzi was writing down a note when he suddenly heard two sword whistles in the sky, like tearing silk.
He looked around and saw two sword lights shooting out like rainbows, revealing two heroic swordsmen.
They are a man and a woman. The man is about twenty years old. He is dressed in a green robe and carries a long sword on his back. The long sword has a dragon-shaped mouth and seven bright stars on the hilt. It is obviously a rare ancient magic weapon. !
Ordinary flying swords can be swallowed into the body by monks for training. This ancient sword is too sharp and cannot be used in this way.
"It's the Dragon Slayer Sword!"
"Dragon Sword Mo Xiaochou has arrived. This person is at the top of the Golden Pill List!"
"Mo Xiaochou is here. Is this woman next to me also one of the Seven Swordsmen of Tianshan?"
"This woman... I'm afraid she's that Li Qionghua..."
"It turns out it's her, Grade 4 Pill Formation..."
The last voice was obviously lowered by half.
But how smart are the monks? When Li Qionghua heard it, there was sword energy flying around in his sleeves. One of the rays of light was transformed by the flying sword. He seemed restless and wanted to jump out and kill people.
"Junior sister, don't pay attention to this. Wait until senior brother chooses the ancestor of creation to vent his anger on you."
Mo Xiaochou clasped his hands in his sleeves and said calmly: "Senior brother, you don't need other flying swords. This time you come here, you may be able to get a few more flying swords by chance. When the time comes, I will ask the master to teach you the sword formation method. The secrets of our sword array are endless, as long as there are enough flying swords in the array, we may not be unable to fight back the elixir!"
While the brother and sister were talking, a group of Xuanji Bailian Sect monks had already greeted them with smiles and invited them to the table.
After these two people, several younger generation monks from the top five in the world arrived.
For example, Cui Yingxiu from Shushan Double Show, Xiaoyao Mozi from Wuji Demon Sect, Little Divine Monk from Daxue Mountain, etc., all of them are extraordinary in character, radiant and have different temperaments, making ordinary casual cultivators feel ashamed.
A few more days passed.
The entire Bailian Peak suddenly rang with bells.
Accompanied by the sound of the thick copper bell, the layers of forbidden holes on Bailian Peak opened, and streaks of precious light burst out from different earth fire chambers.
For a time, the entire Bailian Peak was radiating a ray of light, brilliant and unparalleled.
"The treasure refining conference has begun. This time, the flying swords are being refined. Therefore, these treasure lights are very sharp. Thousands of swords can penetrate the air. This is a rare sight in the world of immortality for thousands of years..."
Fu Yunzi quickly splashed ink and recorded every moment: "This Bailian Peak is also a magic weapon. It can taste the quality of the magic weapon. At this time, the flying sword in the Earth Fire Chamber has just been released. Based on the level of the treasure light, it is clear at a glance..."
At this moment.
In the underground fire room, Zhong Shenxiu, who had been in seclusion for three months, opened his eyes and looked at the sword-making furnace in front of him. He suddenly smiled, slapped his sleeves on the furnace, and chanted: "Thousands of hammers strike the spirit fetus, and the fire burns it." If you wait, the hundred-day idea will finally be used, and the flying sword will be made in the Bagua furnace... Let's go!"
The Bagua furnace suddenly opened, and a sword light suddenly rose into the sky!