Chapter 4 The Appearance of Spiritual Weapons

Fengxia Dance seemed to be crazy, and the infatuation lingered all night, and it was not until the sky was slightly bright that she fell asleep.

Dressed neatly, looking at Feng Xia Wu who was sleeping quietly, he leaned over and kissed Feng Xia Wu lightly on his forehead, and walked out of the door lightly.

After a full day of flying, it was not far from Canglan County, and since he was already late, Zhan Xiaoyao was no longer in a hurry.

"The name that Old Ghost Yan gave you 'Four Hoofs Treading Snow' is very appropriate to your temperament, but this name will not be changed for the time being. I'll call you 'snow walking' in the future. ”

The clouded leopard let out a low whimper, as if in acquiescence.

"I will find a way to lift the Riding Pet Soul Formation in your body as soon as possible and give you back your freedom. ”

By this time, it was getting dark, and today was the last round of the Blood Moon. Zhan Xiaoyao was sent to 'tread the snow' and found a hidden place on the top of the mountain to meditate and recuperate.

Two hours later, the moon had risen, casting a white light over the land. Suddenly, a faint sound of breaking the air came from above his head, and it was only at this moment that his divine sense noticed several figures quickly passing over the eaves overhead.

Before the Blood Moon appeared, there was already movement. Moreover, this aura is extremely powerful, and it is only detected when it flies overhead, either it is a treasure that has a shielding aura or a person who has cultivated to be strong.

Zhan Xiaoyao frowned, swept out, and followed the figure to the east.

At this moment, several sounds of breaking the sky came at the same time, and the spiritual power suddenly sensed dozens of figures from all directions, sweeping forward.

Turning his head to the left, Zhan Xiaoyao was even more surprised, and the mounts of strange beasts such as white cranes, goshawks, and harriers flew in the sky, and there was a person standing on the back of the riding pet, and these people suddenly appeared on their own, and they did not detect their existence at all.

In a turn of the head, a two-winged white tiger on the right and a three-tailed flying fox suddenly appeared on the side, and each end of the person on the back of the pet was extraordinary, with a state of contempt for the world.

Zhan Xiaoyao raised his head, and was stunned again, a bare wooden staff and a huge picture scroll flying in the air, and a person sitting on each of them.

These people appeared silently beside him, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, only a gray back in front of them.

If something goes wrong, it must be a demon, and these giants are only afraid that they will fly in the same direction because of the blood moon, and there must be something abnormal ahead.

The speed of the Flying Sword suddenly increased, and it flew forward rapidly.

On a cold night, on the top of a depressed mountain, a series of rapidly flying figures gathered towards a towering mountaintop. When the battle swept to the top of the mountain, there was no one around.

Zhan Xiaoyao stopped, looked up at the bright moon, sat cross-legged, condensed his spirit, and waited for the vision to appear.

After waiting for nearly an hour, a cloud of red mist suddenly appeared in the sky, and the red mist condensed towards the bright moon, and the sky gradually turned dark red.

Zhan Xiaoyao's heartbeat immediately accelerated, and his body stood up suddenly, staring at the moon in the sky with his eyes fixed. I saw that above the moon, the dark red became more and more intense, thick like a ball of blood, and at this moment, a dark red light with a bright color suddenly spilled from the bright moon, enveloping the mountain where Zhan Xiao was standing.

Zhan Xiaoyao was suddenly stunned, and suddenly panicked, and turned around to flee from here. At this moment, a fierce force in the beam of light suddenly fell, and a fierce wind swept the mountain like a stormy wave, and a majestic pressure pressed down on Zhan Xiaoyao.

Zhan Xiaoyao was horrified in his heart, cold sweat came out instantly, and his body couldn't help but retreat.

A majestic voice came from the sky: "Little baby, if you don't want to die unjustly, don't run away." ”

Only then did he react, and his spiritual energy suddenly condensed and swept towards the bottom of the mountain. The wind became more and more violent, the trees on the top of the mountain were uprooted, and the rocks the size of the basin were blown and rolled.

The flying sword was swift, and he fled to another mountain more than ten zhang away, and then he stopped breathlessly and stood on the top of the mountain and looked back.

The top of the mountain where he was standing just now had been blown by the wind, and the entire top of the mountain was half shortened, and the trees, flowers and plants of the mountain had turned into powder under the violent pressure. Looking closely, in the bright light, a red round object was falling rapidly, and the place where it fell was the mountain where it had just stood.

The object got closer and closer, and the furious force it brought with it became more and more violent, and the man who was blown by the raging wind could not open his eyes.

The spiritual energy is running at full strength, and the spiritual beads in the body rotate more quickly, and only then can the battle be able to withstand this violent wind and waves. The object in the light was clearly discerning, and the round object was like a meteorite, but the whole thing was red, as if it had just been taken out of the heat. With the red light of this object, Zhan Xiaoyao suddenly found that there were more than a dozen figures suspended in the distance in the air.

The meteorite fell into the air, and a heat wave suddenly hit, this heat wave could not resist at all, and the extremely cold power of the water element of Rao is awakening could not compete with it, and then there was a smell of burnt hair.

Zhan Xiaoyao was horrified in his heart, and fled into the distance again.

When this spiritual weapon came out, it was impossible to resist this power alone, and it made the battle unbearable, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart: no wonder there was no figure on the top of the mountain, and he almost died unjustly under the power of this strange object.

At the same time as the heat wave hit, the snow on the top of the mountains within a radius of 100 zhang instantly melted, and the grass and tree trunks instantly burst into flames, reflecting the entire area red.

Zhan Xiaoyao fled to another mountain again, and at this moment, the meteorite in the air had fallen rapidly, straight towards the top of the mountain where Zhan Xiaoyao had meditated before.

Bang!

The earth trembled violently, and a majestic cloud of smoke rose up like a mushroom cloud, reaching mid-air. More than a dozen hills were ablaze at the same time.

An extremely majestic aura shot out in all directions, and Zhan Xiaoyao was almost blown over, and this air flow came and went quickly, and the spiritual energy was running at full strength.

In half an hour, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the tall mountain became a mountain bag, and the upper part disappeared out of thin air, and a huge circular crater appeared, and a red round meteorite appeared at the bottom.

The raging fire was raging, and there was no sign of stopping at all, Zhan Xiaoyao was shocked, and secretly thought to himself: "What is this, how can it be so weird." ”

Just at the stall of Zhan Xiaoyao's speculation, dozens of figures appeared out of thin air, bringing up an afterimage and shooting towards the mountain. Zhan Xiaoyao's eyes froze, and he opened his mouth and said, "There is a drama to watch." ”

The blood moon had vanished, and the bright moon was shining a glow that illuminated the mountain.

There were more than a dozen figures hovering in the air, and I don't know which one of them made a voice: "Elder Fang, it's time for your Ice and Snow Sect to show its majesty, please." ”

An old man with fluttering white hair and an elegant temperament flew out of the air, waving his hands repeatedly, and suddenly a cold mist suddenly surged, spreading from the ground at a very fast speed.

The mist was so thick that it immediately sneered when it touched the flames, annihilating and engulfing the flames.

Ten zhang, twenty zhang...... Fifty zhang, one hundred zhang.

It was not until all the places where the flames were burned were completely covered that the mist stopped spreading and the flames were completely extinguished.

"My business, I'm done, it's your turn. ”

The old man took a few steps back, and the rest of the dozen or so people nodded slightly and moved their hands.

Dozens of figures stayed in the air, constantly throwing palms and punches towards the mountain.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A deafening tremor sound, deafening, and the sound of violent energy hitting the mountain came from time to time. Zhan Xiaoyao looked at it carefully, and his heart trembled.

An old man in the air went down with a violent punch, and the mountain was a pit ten zhang square and dozens of zhang deep. Another strong man, the giant sword in his hand waved, and a huge condensed sword-like energy fell towards the mountain, and this blow appeared in a hole several feet deep. There was also an old woman in the air, her thin body did not move, the wooden staff in her hand was raised, and she said something in her mouth, only to see the stones under the mountain constantly surging, and at this moment they flew up and down to the side one by one, but the stone was as big as a towering hill.

This mountain has been crushed by the meteorite energy to be extremely hard and thick, and its hardness is no less than steel, but it has been cut by these giants like sliced tofu.

There are no less than dozens of giant figures in the air, and none of them are known and familiar to Zhan Xiaoyao.

In less than a cup of tea, the meteorite was pulled out, the meteorite was broken, and half of the sword body was exposed in the center, and the whole body was pitch black.

Zhan Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly froze, and he secretly said in his heart: Could it be that this sword is a spiritual weapon?

Everyone stopped, just in mid-air, and no one moved.

Zhan Xiaoyao was calm and concentrated, carefully probing the surrounding environment, the aura of no less than one hundred and ten emperor-level powers was surging in the distance, and those old monsters in the air Zhan Xiaoyao could not detect their breath.

Thousands of breaths in the distance were approaching, and the one hundred and ten emperor-level powers in the distance could no longer hold back, and one of them suddenly opened his mouth and said: "Since you don't do it, then I'm not welcome, whoever grabs it will be whoever." ”

"Sect Master, don't!"

The people of the same sect didn't have time to stop it, and an old man with immortal wind bones had already flickered repeatedly, sweeping towards the pit.

Dozens of figures in the air did not stop it.

When the old man swept to the bottom of the pit, everything was normal, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Hehe, the spirit weapon, Lao Tzu is here. ”

The old man's face was full of joy, and he stretched out his hand towards the black sword, and he wanted to grasp the hilt of the black sword.

"Stupid!"

A slight mockery was clearly heard by Zhan Xiaoyao.

Rumble!

A violent white glow suddenly poured out from the body of the black sword, and the old man didn't have time to resist at all, he was already shrouded by the light curtain that came out of the rage and spread in the form.

Yes!

After a miserable wail, the old man's body was suddenly compressed into a ball, and a blood mist dissipated with a bang.

And the white light of the black sword quickly surged back into the black sword's body after a blow.

The incident was sudden, and everyone was panicked, and they couldn't react, and looked at the black sword with fear.

That old man is not an eighth-rank emperor, at least a seventh-grade cultivator, and he has become a scum so vulnerable.

The blood foam did not become a sobering agent for those who were drowned by greed, but instead made the crowd rise up with a stronger desire to snatch.

"The spirit weapon, it is indeed a spirit weapon, it must be snatched. ”

In the distance among the powerful people of the imperial rank, I don't know who spoke, which immediately triggered the tide of snatching.