"Huh?" Xuan Chenzi's surprised voice sounded in the gray space.

Han Zhonglin's dark gold right hand silently grabbed the cyan fluorescence, and his figure flashed like a thunderbolt, directly through the portal out of the gray space.

"It turned out to be a heavenly cultivator, but he was a little greedy!"

The portal next to Fang Tianjing gradually dissipated, and the empty Xuan Chenzi's self-talk reverberated in the gray space.

The world changed in front of him, and when Han Zhonglin saw his surroundings clearly, he found that he was outside the mountain bag that had entered the Nine Walls Great Array.

From entering the big array to breaking through three deadly killing formations in a row, and then to an opportunity in the gray space, Han Zhonglin suddenly felt that glitz and life and death were all at his fingertips, like a dream, but real.

Xuan Chenzi's soul was trapped in Fang Tianjing, and every Jiazi Fang woke up for an hour, looking forward to the day and night but staying alone for tens of thousands of years, which couldn't help but add a little weight to Han Zhonglin's thoughts.

Other people's opportunities are like the ancient mirror of Fangtian, reflecting that there are very few people who are perfect in the world, and many people who are empty and hateful.

"Life is like dust and dew, and the way of heaven is long!" Han Zhonglin sighed, and the sword swept away.

Flying out of three or four hundred miles, Han Zhonglin found a hidden place to drop the sword light, and opened a simple cave to plan for the future.

Sitting on the stone platform, Han Zhonglin couldn't wait to take out a green object from the storage bag, and when he saw that it was a rusty needle, Han Zhonglin couldn't help but be stunned.

"Is this the final cyan fluorescence?"

Han Zhonglin vigorously pinched one end of the turquoise inch needle, for fear that the inch needle would fly away all at once, and it was not too late at this time.

"Listening to Xuanchenzi's predecessors, these artifacts are all magic weapons in the Demon Palace, although all the evil nature has been eliminated, they are the existence of spiritual weapons!"

The spiritual weapon is not only a necessary artifact for the monks of the Jindan period, but also a symbol of the strength of the monks. Qing Yu Zhenren not only ranked on the list of kamikaze alliance people with a set of Qing Yu swords obtained in the kamikaze secret realm, but then made a great reputation in the southeast cultivation domain, and the importance of spiritual weapons to monks can be seen.

Most of the true disciples of the great sects in the central cultivation realm had spiritual weapons, which were used to save their lives at critical moments, and secondly, they could even kill weaker Jindan stage cultivators.

Unlike a small sect cultivator like Han Zhonglin, it was a great opportunity to be able to obtain a spiritual weapon just after entering the Golden Pill Period. This was also the reason why Han Zhonglin would rather expose his identity as a Heavenly Cultivator in the gray space than grab another magic weapon.

The bronze needle in front of him looked mediocre, and it did not exude a trace of spiritual aura, and Han Zhonglin couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his heart.

"The spiritual weapons are all used to recognize the Lord with a drop of blood, try it first!"

Han Zhonglin squeezed out three drops of essence blood from the tip of his left finger, and the essence blood floated outside the inch needle, first turning into a trace of blood mist, and then attached to the surface of the inch needle layer by layer.

At this moment, the inch needle suddenly trembled violently, as if it had encountered something terrible and wanted to escape.

"It turns out that this guy is pretending, he is really cunning, it's not so easy to run!" Han Zhonglin was not angry but happy.

The blood mist became shallower and shallower, and it seemed to penetrate into the inch needle little by little, and as the color of the blood mist became lighter, the amplitude of the inch needle's tremor began to weaken.

A quarter of an hour passed slowly, the inch needle was completely quiet, and a strange scene occurred, when the blood mist was completely absorbed, the rust on the surface of the inch needle had long disappeared.

The slender needle body was smooth and moist, emitting a light cyan soft light, Han Zhonglin pinched one end of the inch needle, and his eyes were attracted by the breath revealed by the inch needle.

Han Zhonglin's mind moved, and the inch needle slowly flew out, flying above Han Zhonglin's palm, and at the same time, a feeling of joy entered his heart.

This feeling is both familiar and intense, much closer than the connection between the spirit dragon and the sword of thunder and the mind.

"Sure enough, it's a spiritual weapon, this feeling of flesh and blood is really amazing!"

The mind controls the inch needle to fly in the air, and every time the thought flashes, the inch needle then responds with movements, just a matter of moments.

"I wonder how powerful this needle is?"

Han Zhonglin's mind was in his mind, and he flew to the stone wall of the cave on one side, and the next moment Han Zhonglin's face showed a look of shock.

In the moment just now, the inch needle silently pierced into the depth of the stone wall!

"A good spiritual weapon, it is simply sharper than the Cold Sky Sword, and its size is so small, it will definitely be able to surprise in the battle. If there is nothing to move, and if you unconsciously wear the gold through the stone, you can destroy the spirit of the underworld, so you can call it the spirit!" Han Zhonglin quickly clarified the specific use of the spirit needle, and with the method of attacking the spirit spirit with the "Spirit Divine Technique", it will definitely be invincible.

"After the spiritual weapon recognizes the master, it will take several years of pregnancy and cultivation to achieve true heart-to-heart communication, and I really look forward to it!"

Han Zhonglin put the Spirit Needle into the dantian, and then took out a palm-sized artifact from the storage bag.

As soon as the artifact appeared in the palm of his hand, Han Zhonglin felt a powerful force to break free.

Fortunately, Han Zhonglin had already taken precautions, and in the gray space, this milky white fluorescent piece showed extraordinary power.

When Han Zhonglin saw the shape of the artifact clearly, he found that it was a square jade block engraved with translucent, and the surface of the jade block was engraved with fine inexplicable lines.

"I can't tell what it is at all!" Han Zhonglin couldn't help but be curious.

Without saying a word, Han Zhonglin squeezed out a few drops of essence blood and soaked them on the jade block, and the infiltrated jade block suddenly bloomed.

The white light flashed, Han Zhonglin only felt that the palm of his hand was empty, and the jade block suddenly disappeared, Han Zhonglin couldn't help but be surprised.

"It's .."

Just in the midst of doubt, an equally strong joy came into his heart, and Han Zhonglin hurriedly looked inward into the dantian, only to see a pocket armor soaked in the dantian. 、

"It turned out to be a rare spiritual weapon armor!" Han Zhonglin's face was pleasantly surprised.

Han Zhonglin's mind moved, and he immediately felt a layer of softness on the surface of his body. When I peeled off my shirt to reveal my lean upper body, I saw a translucent piece of armor that tightly fit my upper body, but I don't know what kind of material it was made of.

The surface of the armor glowed softly white, and halos of light flowed along the fine lines, full of spirituality.

Han Zhonglin looked at the lines on the armor and found that the lines converged like a delicate picture.

"The mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon are all in it, the mountains are towering and tall, the water source is long, the sun and the moon reflect each other, it is called the heavenly spirit armor!"

"Hey, how do these lines look more like a picture?" Han Zhonglin changed his angle slightly, and suddenly noticed something strange.