The four-colored light flickered, and suddenly the green dragon and the white tiger were slightly surprised, and drilled into the ground.

Xuanwu landed to suppress the surrounding ground, and the Vermilion Bird spread its wings and flew into the sky, paying attention to the surroundings, which was also the reason why Wang Zixuan had to subdue the four divine beasts, because with their help, he could find the rest of the soil.

Half an hour later, a dirt bag suddenly arched on the ground, and Wang Zixuan walked to look at the bridge carefully, which was a brick-sized "green brick".

Is this the resting soil?

Legend has it that the soil will expand rapidly when it encounters water, it is very absorbent, it is as hard as a stone when it is dry, and it will become soft when it encounters water, so it is called a polystone when it is dry, and it is called a poly soil when it is soft, and it is suitable for human habitation and the growth of animals and plants.

Wang Zixuan took out the mineral water bottle in the bag and poured a drop into it, and a drop of water was quickly diluted by the "green bricks", and the "green bricks" instantly grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they were much softer to the touch.

Sure enough, it was Xiyang, and Wang Zixuan was overjoyed.

The green dragon and the white tiger came out of the ground, "Master, is this the legendary divine artifact?"

Wang Zixuan restrained his excitement and said calmly.

"It turned out to be this artifact, and legend has it that Dayu relied on the soil to control the water. The always calm Qinglong's eyes widened.

Wang Zixuan said indifferently: "It's not too late to go back and study again, time is pressing, the four Daoists help me repair the Four Divine Pattern Mirrors, and you also have a place to settle down and cultivate." ”

"Thank you Daoyou for thinking about us!" the Qinglong led by the leader nodded, and stood in the direction of the return with the white tiger.

"Let's cast spells together!" Wang Zixuan said.

The four gods will chant the incantation with Wang Zixuan, and the four gods will slowly hover on the "green brick" soil, and the four gods on the back of it will light up one after another, as if absorbing the energy on the soil.

The fine cracks of the Four Divine Mirrors began to gradually decrease, and they reunited at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The four gods will know that the Four Gods Pattern Mirror is their destiny in the future, so they are extra attentive and use all their strength to cast spells, not only how many times happier than Wang Zixuan's own repair, otherwise let him repair the Four Gods Pattern Mirror alone, I'm afraid it will take at least one day and one night.

After a stick of incense, the four gods pattern mirror was finally repaired, and the mirror was flipped, as if under a moonlight, it fell on the top of Wang Zixuan's head, making Wang Zixuan feel a lot lighter and stronger.

Wang Zixuan beckoned, and the verdant and turquoise Four Divine Pattern Mirror flipped and flew into his hand, but compared to before, it was now reduced to the size of a palm, Wang Zixuan experimentally wiped a little fingertip blood on it, and the Four Divine Pattern Mirror suddenly became larger, with a diameter of half a meter, and a golden light shot out, and the ghost in the valley cried wolf.

Looking at the greatly increased power of the Four Divine Pattern Mirror, Wang Zixuan was secretly happy in his heart, you must know that the four great gods are not yet in the Four Divine Pattern Mirror, and in the future, Wang Zixuan will carry the Four Divine Pattern Mirror, which is equivalent to carrying the Four Divine Array with him.

The handle of the Myoho Muramasa wrapped in the "Myoho-renge-kyo" flew out, pointed to the "green bricks" on the ground, and nodded to Wang Zixuan, as if he meant to mend it too.

Wang Zixuan looked at the handle of the knife with complicated eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Tell me about your origin!"

Wang Zixuan had doubts in his heart before, and after hearing the werewolf priest say that this knife was a thing of the earth royal gate, Wang Zixuan confirmed his guess.

There is no such thing as a free lunch!

The demon knife of Miaofa Village is extremely sharp, very miraculous, but it flatters himself from beginning to end, and Tuyumen Hanzi also wants to give this knife to himself intentionally or unintentionally, Wang Zixuan admits that he is very handsome, but he is not confident enough to have the spirit of a king, and he can bow down with a shock to the tiger's body.

The handle of the knife was still flying up and down, as if he couldn't stop arguing.

Wang Zixuan's eyes narrowed slightly, although he was a little reluctant in his heart, he still sank his face and became decisive, and he kept suffering from it!

"Before you helped me and sent you the Myoho-renge-kyo to recuperate and resolve your anger, and help you go further, we have both grievances and grievances, but I will not leave people with ill intentions by my side. ”

The handle of the knife seemed to be extremely dissatisfied, flying up and down, revealing the blade with dense patterns, as if he was playing a temper and reprimanding Wang Zixuan for being ungrateful.

Wang Zixuan was unmoved, and smiled indifferently: "Once you get acquainted, I will give you a choice, leave on your own, or, let go of the soul and truly recognize me as the master." ”

The hilt of Miaofa Muramasa seemed to be angry, and the blade of the knife stretched out ten meters long, slashing towards Wang Zixuan.

But without the blessing of Sang Chong's secret technique, the Miaofa Village Demon Sword lost its speed, and only its own sharpness remained.

Wang Zixuan sneered, raised his hand and pointed at the sword: "Fixed!"

A golden light shot out from the Four Divine Pattern Mirrors and landed on the blade, and red smoke came out of the Demon Knife of the Miaofa Village.

The body of the knife couldn't help but tremble and struggle, but it was fixed in the void by the golden light, and under the blessing of the four gods and the four directions, the Miaofa Village Demon Knife had no power to resist.

A light red figure appeared on the body of the knife, kowtowing and begging Wang Zixuan again and again.

This is the spirit of the demon sword of Myofa Muramasa, but because of extreme weakness, it has been dim and is about to disappear.

Wang Zixuan waved his hand, the golden light disappeared, and the hilt fell to the ground with a thud.

"Why bother, choose for yourself, I can let you go!" Wang Zixuan said lightly.

If the demon sword decides to leave, Wang Zixuan will wipe out the sword spirit when he raises his hand, because it knows too much, and if he tells the news of Tuyumen's death, it will be extremely unfavorable to him.

Sometimes you can't be soft-hearted, and being soft-hearted to the enemy is cruel to yourself!

When the handle of the knife heard Wang Zixuan's words, it was like a caterpillar, crawling to Wang Zixuan's feet, and couldn't help but struggle to raise his head.

Wang Zixuan carefully picked up the handle of the knife, bit the middle finger of his left hand, squeezed out the blood of his fingertips and dripped it on the text of "Myoho-renge-ka", the red light flashed, and a phantus figure wearing an ancient costume and a black hat flew out of the handle of the knife, and a six-pointed star appeared between his hands on his chest, so he pointed at Wang Zixuan.

Wang Zixuan was not in a hurry, he was still sacrificing the demon knife in blood, and he couldn't be distracted at this time.

The four divine beasts recited the four god talisman mantras at the same time to protect Wang Zixuan, and manipulated the four god pattern mirrors to fight back.

With such cultivation at a young age, and with deep luck, it is easy to obtain this kind of divine object, and even call them Daoyou, not only to enslave and use them, the four divine beasts are very satisfied with Wang Zixuan, the new master, how can they see him injured.

A golden light shone on the four god pattern mirrors in the air, and in the terrible screams, the soul disillusionment disappeared in an instant like ice and snow melting.

Wang Zixuan let out a sigh of relief, the Quartet God was really trustworthy.

The handle of the knife groaned, and was completely refined by Wang Zixuan, who recognized him as the master.

A graceful woman wearing ancient costumes and carrying a red big knife at her waist bowed to Wang Zixuan in the void, and said weakly: "Demon Dao Ji has seen the master. ”

"Why does the aura on your body seem to be weaker?" Wang Zixuan frowned.

He felt that the current Miaofa Village was at least a notch weaker than before.

The sexy sword spirit named Demon Dao Ji said with a depressed expression: "You...... The master's cultivation is too low, which lowers the strength of the sword ......"

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