Chapter 18: Pseudo-Magic Weapons

Walking along the bluestone road leading from Tianshu Peak to the mountain gate, the first thing that caught Zhou Moyang's eyes was a large area of dried blood. Large and small, dark red blood, seeping into the soil, as if it merged with the earth, many ants burrowed in the mud. Despite all these years, it seems that the smell of blood can still be felt reaching the wings of the nose.

The bluestone paving the road has been broken, and some of the bluestones are broken into stones, some are broken, and some seem to have been pulled out of the ground and poured aside.

The indescribable horror and heartache extended into Zhou Moyang's mind. Suddenly, like a swift wind, Zhou Moyang swept straight in the direction of his cave, and the shadows of the surrounding trees galloped backwards. What you see all the way on Tianji Peak is the same as what you see under the mountain.

The cave house he once used to be has also become a ruin. Slowly out of the cave, the wind gradually became stronger, hitting his face, bringing up a whistling wind, blowing off many ruined leaves.

The mountain wind rolled up a withered yellow fallen leaf, carried a few grains of sediment, and blew into the various caves without the protection of the formation without hindrance.

Suddenly, Zhou Moyang's footsteps stopped, and not far from the cave mansion that had turned into ruins, he found a shriveled corpse in the ruins, face down, lying on the ground, without moving, this corpse was wearing the unified cyan robe of the sect, no heartbeat, no breathing, no spiritual power fluctuations.

Next to the corpse, there were two gray discs, which looked dull and covered with a layer of dust, obviously tattered ritual vessels. Zhou Moyang walked towards the corpse step by step, he walked very lightly, as if he was afraid of waking up the other party, his eyes looked at the corpse fixedly.

Recalling the bits and pieces of the sect war, Zhou Moyang walked to the corpse. Without blinking his eyes, he slowly crouched down, reached out and gently and slowly, turned the front of the corpse. On the corpse's face, the beard and hair were thin, and the face was stiff and purple-blue. It's a disciple I don't know.

The sun was slanting to the west, obscured by the sudden appearance of clouds, and the land without sunlight was inadvertently colder. The wind swirled in the mountains, blowing off the branches and leaves, blowing away the dust, and blowing Zhou Moyang's hair. Suddenly, in a dream, things are not people.

For a long time, until the sun appeared again from a large thick cloud, the sunlight fell again, hitting the treetops, hitting this ruin, and hitting Zhou Moyang's body. It was obviously a warmth, but Zhou Moyang felt extremely cold, as if he had fallen into a bottomless ice hole, and it kept falling towards it endlessly. This is the only eternal truth in the world.

Zhou Moyang dug a pit and put the corpse in, "Dust to dust, soil to earth......" muttered in his mouth, before he could cover the soil, a gust of wind whistled approaching, and a figure swept from under Tianji Peak. The person who came was a white-haired and white-bearded monk in the middle stage of foundation building, with an ordinary face and wearing a very loose robe.

After discovering Zhou Moyang, he hurriedly stopped, stared at Zhou Moyang with a look of surprise, looked at the corpse at his feet, and asked, "Who are you?" Zhou Moyang didn't speak, just turned around and looked at him coldly.

The man frowned, stretched out his hand, and a cyan jade slip appeared in his hand, only to see his divine sense probe and immediately retract it, and then suddenly turn around and walk away.

Seeing this, the coldness in Zhou Moyang's eyes flashed, and he took out his flying sword to chase after him with all his might. "Where to go!" The light on his body shone brightly, and he turned into a swift shadow, chasing after the white shadow.

The speed of this old man's sword is not slow, and after chasing hundreds of miles, Zhou Moyang's spiritual power is about to continue, and he hurriedly takes a pill of Huiling Pill. At this time, the old man seemed to slow down, and Zhou Moyang slowly narrowed the distance between him and the old man.

Zhou Moyang stared at the white shadow and chased after it. "This old man is very suspicious, and he must not be allowed to escape today." When he was about to catch up with the old man, the light curtain under his feet flashed, and a hidden dagger appeared, stabbing towards the old man. The old man flying in front of him suddenly laughed, and grabbed the dagger directly with his big hand.

At this time, the corner of the old man's mouth hooked slightly, and just as he was about to grab the dagger, the dagger disappeared by teleportation. The old man was startled, did not hesitate, and dodged to his side, and at the same time sealed his hands, and flew out of a lotus-shaped object, and the light emitted by the lotus platform instantly enveloped him, forming a protection.

This lotus platform is a pseudo-magic weapon that the old man himself has used for decades to save spirit stones and materials, and spent a lot of money to invite a top refiner to refine it. Its functions are powerful, defensive and offensive, and it is even better than the best spiritual weapons. Then the old man's consciousness poured out, for this strange dagger, he did not dare to take it lightly, as the saying goes, be careful to sail a ship of ten thousand years.

The "brush" dagger reappeared, but it was blocked by the old man's defensive lotus platform, Zhou Moyang's spiritual power true yuan was able to make the dagger teleport twice, and the first blow failed, losing its concealment, and Zhou Moyang took it back.

"Boy, why are you chasing after the old man?" As he spoke, the old man pointed his finger and slashed towards the lotus platform, which emitted hundreds of rays of light and shot at Zhou Moyang. Zhou Moyang was caught off guard, although he didn't know what these rays of light did, he would never show the law by himself. He turned into a phantur figure and dodged to the side, but the light was so fast that it was about to catch up in the blink of an eye. "Golden Light Shield!" Zhou Moyang couldn't avoid it, so he stopped and directly faced the thousands of rays of light that came on, and sacrificed the best defensive spirit weapon.

The momentum was agitated, and within a few zhang, an empty belt was formed, carrying hundreds of rays of light that pierced through all the momentum, and collided with the golden light shield. The light was blocked, and then it shattered inch by inch, reaching the place where the lotus platform was. The golden light shield was also dimmed by the aura of the blow, and it retreated back.

The old man's face showed a look of sarcasm, and there were words in his mouth, and he saw that on the lotus platform, a hundred rays of light had increased to more than a thousand threads, almost converging into a white pillar of light, blasting towards Zhou Moyang. Zhou Moyang was already prepared at this time, and he didn't dare to take it hard, so he dodged in advance. The thousand rays of light emitted by this pillar of white light are like a thousand needles, and I am afraid that even a monk in the late stage of foundation building will be injured once he touches it. The white light hit the woods behind Zhou Moyang, and a large number of trees were pierced and destroyed, and then turned into powder.

Zhou Moyang's eyes became solemn and looked towards the lotus platform. Judging from the momentum of this lotus platform, although it has not yet reached the point of a true magic weapon, in the hands of this mid-stage foundation building monk, he can exert such great power, which is more than the power of the best spiritual weapon he uses. Zhou Moyang's thoughts turned, "Although the pseudo-magic weapon is not as good as the magic weapon, in the hands of the foundation building monks, it can better exert its power, or even all of it." And compared to Fu Baolai, there is no limit to the number of times it can be used. This old man has this lotus platform in his hand, I am not an opponent! Zhou Moyang thought so, and his heart became excited. He dreamed of having a magic weapon, but with his current ability, even if he went bankrupt, he couldn't change it.

Because he didn't understand what other power this treasure had, Zhou Moyang didn't rush to make a move, but looked at the old man cautiously, "What is recorded in the cyan jade slip?" You and I don't know each other, and Taoist friends cultivate a small realm higher than me, not without the strength to fight, why do you run away when you see me? Fellow Daoist has seen me before? ”

"So what?" The old man replied lightly, looked at Zhou Moyang, and did not rush to do it again. It's not that he doesn't want to do it, but he can find the person who posted the message and get a large number of spirit stones without doing it, so why bother. "Boy, the old man doesn't hide it from you, someone posted a message to arrest you, and it's been almost ten years since this message was released, and the old man is not the only one who got the bounty jade slip. The jade slip contains your face and information. The old man just sent a message and received a bounty, it is not easy for us to live a loose cultivation, and the old man doesn't want to fight with you until the last resort! ”

"Is it Demon Cloud Ridge?" Zhou Moyang frowned and asked, a little unconvinced. The old man laughed when he heard this, "With your cultivation, you think too highly of yourself!" "Who's that?" Zhou Moyang thought back to the most likely enemy, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. "Is it the remnants of the Zheng family?" That's right, this may be the biggest, he has the deepest grudge with the Zheng family, and he can track down himself for ten years without giving up, and if he wants to see people in life and see corpses in death, he can't think of anyone else except the Zheng family. Eleven years ago, the hundred sects were destroyed, and they could come out and act openly again. And listening to the old man's meaning, the jade slip was released ten years ago, and the timing also coincides.

Zhou Moyang shifted his gaze to the lotus platform's magic weapon, this lotus platform made the old man's strength crush him to death, of course, if he wanted to leave, this old man might not be stalking him. However, if this is the case, the old man will notify the Zheng family of the message, and it will be troublesome.

His thoughts turned, and he didn't come up with a way for a long time, Zhou Moyang was still calm on the surface, as if he had strong confidence. Seeing this, the old man muttered in his heart: "What else does this kid have?" Otherwise, how can there not be a little worry? Is it trying to deceive me, but in fact, the donkey skills are poor? ”

The two were suspicious of each other, the old man was thinking about how to make a move, and so was Zhou Moyang. He didn't know what the old man's back hand was, what other functions the lotus platform magic weapon had, and whether he should use soul art. For a while, both of them were silent, only the wind.

The mountain wind gusted, and Zhou Moyang and the old man did not move. Suddenly, the old man moved, and the lotus platform in his hand shot into the air, and a thousand rays of light broke the poetic and picturesque artistic conception, and poured towards Zhou Moyang like dense rain.

At the same time, Zhou Moyang also moved, his watery eyes turned turquoise at the moment when the old man watched him cast the spell, his pupils became swirl-shaped, and the two silky black rays were also under the background of thousands of rays of light, and they disappeared in a flash, almost as soon as they appeared, they hit the old man who had just cast the spell.

The moment the old man was hit, the light had already reached Zhou Moyang's approach, and the next moment, the light dissipated. Although the old man's protective qi dissipated, and the person became confused, the lotus platform magic weapon was worthy of being a real pseudo-magic weapon, and the light seemed to be endless after it was withdrawn, and it had been entangled in the old man's body, protecting the old man, so that Zhou Moyang had nowhere to start.

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