This time, the silver threads flying from the weaver's sleeve were more and denser than before, and each silver thread was intertwined up and down.

Although the speed of the flying line is still not slow, it is just that the flying line is like a sudden fog that covers the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and has the potential of a net of heaven and earth.

At first, the men were all calm, with a faint smile on their faces, as if they were not afraid of the weaver's needle and thread. This time, there was a bloody opening on his cheeks, and when he saw the silver line covering the sky again, his face had changed slightly.

The man covered the wound on his mouth, took two steps back, and said hurriedly: "Senior sister, do you really want to kill me?"

Weaver sneered: "Who is your junior sister?" she said, but her hand did not stop for a moment, her five fingers moved, and the Langya needle swirled.

The man was about to continue, but he heard the terrible sound of "hula la" in his ears, and when he looked closely, he saw countless silver threads, connected into dozens of strands, like silver-white sword arrows, stabbing straight out and rushing towards his ears.

He stared and jumped behind him, but it was too late, only to hear the "stab", several buns at the back of his head had been shaved off, and since the hair was no longer in a bun, it fell apart at once. The man was secretly afraid in his heart: "Fortunately, I hid quickly, if I had been late just now, I was afraid that my whole head would have been cut off." ”

The man was thinking like this, but unexpectedly, there was another "stab", and another bloody wound was added to the cuff, the wound was extremely thin and deep, and the clothes were not yet clearly torn, but the white bones of Sensen could be seen in the wound.

He let out a "woo" sound, and stood on a large rock, before he could stand on his feet, there was a sharp sound behind his ears, and he knew that there was another silver thread flying towards his ears behind him.

"Evil!" he shouted angrily, jumped upward, and heard a loud "boom" under him, and the big stone was as fragile as a melon and fruit, and it was broken in half in response, and the incision was extremely smooth.

When the man saw the appearance of the stone, he gasped, and he knew that although the silver thread of the weaver was not fast, it was extremely thin and light, and it was difficult for ordinary people to see it with the naked eye, and it could only be distinguished by the ear.

I realized in my heart that this weaver woman was ruthless, and wanted to cut off his ears first, so that after he became deaf, he could no longer distinguish the origin of the silver thread. After that, you can torture him slowly without much effort.

Seeing the man's embarrassed appearance, the weaver woman smiled secretly in her heart, and the Langya needle in her hand was running even faster, "rustling", the silver threads gathered into dozens of strands, which were converging from all sides, and the momentum was very great, like a giant python from all directions, at this time, the red maple forest was like fire, and the ground raised a burst of bright red dust.

Seeing that he knew that he could no longer hide, the man panicked: "Senior Sister Man...... Sister...... You stop...... Listen to me......"

The weaver woman's silver thread was already out of her sleeves, her eyes were wide open, and she didn't hesitate for the slightest, how could she pay attention to his plea for mercy.

Unexpectedly, the man no longer dodged, and stood straight in place, as if he had seen through life and death.

He said, "If you still don't believe it, see what it is." With that, he took something out of his sleeve and held it high.

At that time, the weaver woman was still casting a spell, but she looked from afar, but saw the man holding an ancient wooden disc in his hand, brownish red, the disc was exquisitely clear, with a crystal sphere fluttering, and a soft light shining in the middle, like the holy light revealed by the oracle.

The holy glow was extremely bright, and it had lost many colors, only a soft halo overflowed shallowly in this weaving forest, and the weaver woman suddenly "hissed" and gasped, and the Langya needle in her hand was also suspended.

"Heaven and earth!" she blurted out.

The silver thread like a poisonous arrow, like lightning sank into the deep black sea, and there was no sound, all in front of the man, "stabbing and stinging" and falling to the ground, no longer moving with each other, and finally turned into dust in the "weaving forest".

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That was nearly fifty years ago......

When she first saw this treasure, she was only eighteen years old. At that time, the island of Bitter Cause was prosperous, and it was never invaded by barbarians from the south. Because there are many tribes of the ancestors, and it is also the origin of magic in the Armix continent, the aura is gathered, and it is blessed, and there are naturally countless mysterious weapons and holy relics.

All kinds of geniuses and mysterious treasures have sprung up.

At that time, it was the mysteries and spells of the ancestors that emerged in an endless stream, and the talents were as many as the stars in the sky, and like a drop in the ocean, it was the time of grandeur.

There are a total of seven masters of the Weaver Mother's generation, each of whom has a variety of ancient methods, occult arts, and spells of the ancestors. More capable people began to focus on cultivating weapons suitable for themselves. The Isle of Bitterness, with its unique magical aura, has given birth to countless spirits.

The ancestors of Bitter Island naturally used the spirit to refine their weapons, and the refined weapons were more suitable for the ancestors to use mysteries and magic than before, and the weapons of Bitter Island can be divided into weak to strong: ordinary weapons - magic weapons - heavenly mystical weapons - ancient artifacts - open heaven holy weapons.

Ordinary weapons do not have aura, but they are stronger than the weapons of the ordinary Armis Continent.

The magic weapon has a strong aura, which is of great benefit to the spells of the ancestors of Bitter Island, so many ancestors are looking for a magic weapon that suits them, but a good magic weapon is like a bosom friend is hard to find, and many people are difficult to find a magic weapon that fits them all their lives.

The magic weapon is already so difficult to find, and the Heavenly Mystery Weapon is even more rare in a hundred years, the Heavenly Mystery Weapon not only needs the long-term cultivation of the Heavenly Aura, but also needs to be smelted by a person with the purest mind, and the smelting person must have no distractions in his heart and refine it for decades before it can be achieved.

Among them, the ancient artifact is passed down from generation to generation by the seven gods of the ancient ancestors, and the aura contained in it gathers thousands of years of divine covenants, and is connected with the power of the ancients. It's just that the ancient artifact is very difficult to control, if ordinary people are rashly driven and want to urge the spirit in it, they will immediately feel like a big tree with roots, intricate, there seems to be a faint suction in it, and it is like an abyss, unfathomable.

If it is forcibly urged, I am afraid that the magical power will back, and the promoter will be doomed.

Therefore, there are seven ancient artifacts on Bitter Island, all of which have been passed down from generation to generation by the seven elders of Bitter Island, and are inherited by direct clans, but the world has not had the privilege of witnessing their faces.

And the Heaven Opening Sacred Artifact seems to only exist in the legends of the ancestors, but no one has ever seen it.

However, I don't know why, in the generation of Weaver Po, the celestial phenomena have changed greatly, the confinement of the covenant of the gods from the continent of Amix has been strengthened day by day, and the ability of the ancestors to carry magic in their bodies has become weaker and weaker, and many spells have begun to fail and decline.

At this point, many schools have gradually withered, and even the few remaining spell inheritances have problems, if one person can support a line, he has great ability, and he can be regarded as a once-in-a-century genius......