With both hands dancing, a huge corpse, in the chaos of stones not far away, was lifted by the Purple Cloud Holy Monarch, as if it was supported by a pair of invisible hands, and slowly moved to her eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The purple eyes shrank instantly, and she recognized it at a glance: "Shennu?"

How is it possible, with the combat power of the god slave, in this world, who can easily kill the god slave? After thinking about it, I was relieved, since the red leaves could be killed by people, it was not strange to kill the god slave. On the surface, the strength of the Shennu is thousands of times better than that of Momiji, but in fact, as long as you find out the weakness of the Shennu, the real combat power of this thing is far inferior to Momiji.

Every divine slave has its weakness, which is determined by nature, but the weakness of the divine slave, except for the Cloud Saint Monarch, others can only find it slowly on their own, as long as you find this weakness before you are killed by the divine slave, you will win.

"Not alone. "Although the red leaves have turned into ashes, the corpse of the divine slave is clearly visible, how experienced the Purple Cloud Saint Monarch is, he can distinguish the general situation after a few rough glances.

"Doubt, how is this possible?" The more he looked at the corpse of this divine slave, the more surprised the expression on the face of the Purple Cloud Saint Monarch became, and in the end, it was as if he had seen a ghost.

This divine slave was not killed by someone accidentally finding a weakness as she imagined, but he used up all his soul power and died, without the slightest scar on the surface of his body......

'Wow......' The Purple Cloud Saint Monarch gasped, who is this, can be so powerful that when fighting against the God Slave, it will be completely suppressed and consume the soul power of the Light God Slave?

As one of the Four Great Saint Monarchs of the Clouds, she really knows a lot about the Divine Monarch Mo Qianyan, the head of the Four Great Saint Monarchs, although the Divine Slave is not his strongest strength, no matter who is against the Divine Slave, he has enough headaches. This thing is invulnerable, sturdy and outrageous, driven by soul power, with a mace talisman as a means of attack, the talisman has a range of attacks, knocking away effects, even if she Gu Ziyun encounters it, she has to be distracted to deal with it, in exchange for red leaves, at most she can only deal with a divine slave, if you are lucky, you can find its weakness, and kill it casually, if you are unlucky, there is no second possibility except for escaping.

This is still because Red Leaves and White Frost have been by her side for the longest time, and the things in the Cloud Pavilion are the most understood, and it is difficult for them to escape in front of the divine slaves if they are not aware of the reason.

As for draining the soul power of the divine slave, it is even more unimaginable that this guy's ability to fight a protracted battle, Gu Ziyun suspects that it is still above him, not to mention those ordinary divine masters.

Looking up at the sky, the Purple Cloud Saint Monarch was silent for a long time, remembering the strange astrological phenomenon a year ago: "Heavenly Weapon? Is the Lord of Heavenly Weapons born?"

"Boy, have you seen enough, come out for me when you've seen enough. After a while, after the Purple Cloud Saint Monarch sighed, he said without looking back.

"Who are you?" A sharp voice came from a hundred meters behind him.

Ziyun Saint Monarch is too lazy to pay attention to these ants, no matter what kind of force he is, he is willing to do it with himself, he is in a bad mood today, and you don't know whether to live or die to peep at the Saint Monarch, just by virtue of this, you are innocent of death. Thinking of this, casually step back a bit.

Between heaven and earth, the energy is surging Pengbai, a spiritual line, pointing directly at Wei Bei a hundred meters away, the wind and clouds surge, the purple qi comes from the east, and the purple cloud saint monarch makes the heaven and earth change color with a finger, and the four seas are boiling.

"Hmph! A black line, pointing directly at the spiritual thread, the tip of the needle to the wheat mang, two equally strange forces collided, silently, a powerful energy wave swept around, the mountain cracked stone powder, and the uneven ground had been leveled into a smooth road.

"I'll go ......" Wei Bei scolded secretly in his heart, this Eighth Corps theater is really evil, first met Du Qian, then Xi Yushan, He Mengying, one by one is abnormal, and finally met the ugly man who has died, that guy's strength, until now, Wei Bei has not figured it out.

Judging by simple logic, this thing is very strange. He and Du Qian have fought twice, the first time he fell a little behind, and the second time he only had one blow, breaking Du Qian's void ding with seventy percent of his strength, judging by this, even if Du Qian is slightly stronger than himself, his strength is limited.

But the ugly man, he can't even stop him with a blow, the ugly man kills people when he sees them, if he concentrates on killing himself, no matter how confident Wei Bei is, he doesn't think he can escape the ugly man's mace.

The mace has been in hand for a long time, but no matter how much he researches, he has not found out its secret, except for the weight, there is really nothing special, and he can't swing the ugly man's magic stick that covers the world.

After such a long time, Du Qian should have left a long time ago, Wei Bei had the courage to come back, he wanted to find out, how Du Qian easily killed the ugly man, how much difference is there between his strength and himself, if he can't figure it out, how will he face him in the future?

Unexpectedly, someone was one step ahead of him and was studying the corpse of the ugly man, which was so bold, and he didn't put it down for his son.

What I didn't expect was that people were even more domineering than him, without even a word, and with a finger of his hand, he could attract the power of heaven and earth to change color, and he wanted to kill him under his fingers.

"Mending the Heavenly Needle?" One finger failed to kill the other party, the Purple Cloud Saint Monarch was already very surprised, and seeing the method used by Wei Bei, his pupils contracted into a line, this was really an unexpected surprise.

"Do you know the Heaven Replenishing Needle?" this time it was Wei Bei's turn to cry out in surprise, since he got the Heaven Replenishing Needle, except for himself who inexplicably knew its name, no one could recognize it. Even if he admitted from the bottom of his heart that Du Qian should be a little stronger than him, he didn't recognize the Heavenly Needle.

"Hahaha......" Ziyun Saint Monarch looked up to the sky and smiled, God really played a big joke with her. Ziyuntai was damaged, the spirit seed was almost destroyed, for decades, she worked hard to avoid forcibly saving the spirit seed, but she was lost, and even the red leaves who had followed her for many years were killed, forcing her to take risks, leaving Yunxiao Pavilion without permission, tracking down the whereabouts of the spirit seed, who would have thought that she would actually meet the mending needle here.

Go to its mother's spirit seed, go to its mother's Ziyuntai, if you get the needle to mend the sky, who cares about the holy weapon?

An ancient saying was passed down from Yunxiao Pavilion: Sacred weapons can dominate people, artifacts dominate one side, and those who obtain heavenly weapons have unparalleled combat power.

The Cloud Pavilion can override the three major forces, and it is the four holy weapons that are proud of the Cloud Pavilion. According to the ancient legend of Yunxiao Pavilion, the so-called holy weapon, in fact, is based on the artifact, after countless years, countless generations of ancestors' efforts, cultivated the supreme talisman, it is the closest to the artifact of the treasure, if there are long enough years, countless strong people to cultivate, maybe one day, the holy weapon can also become the next artifact.

Of course, no one can say how likely this possibility is, and even in the biography of Yunxiao Pavilion, this kind of speculation is only proposed. As one of the four great holy monarchs of the Cloud Heaven Pavilion, she couldn't have known how powerful the holy weapon was. But if you can have an artifact, what is Ziyuntai?

The artifact is natural, after all, it is much stronger than the artificially cultivated treasure of the holy weapon, even if the Heaven Mending Needle has disappeared for many years and the spiritual energy consumption is too huge, but as long as this thing is started, Gu Ziyun believes that with her knowledge, resources and ability, it will not be long before it will be able to exert its full effect, and at that time, let alone the Celestial Saint Monarch Mo Qianyan, even if he and Murong Bing, the God of War of Heaven and Land, fight together, Gu Ziyun will not be afraid.

"Artifact mending needle, boy, your life is good, hand over the mending needle, let you live. The Purple Cloud Saint Monarch didn't make another move, and looked at Wei Bei coldly.

Of course, this is not her kindness, but she understands in her heart that the artifact chooses the master and serves, that thing is spiritual, and will independently find the most suitable person for it, the artifact is one with people, and it is not impossible to forcibly withdraw it, but in that way, it will greatly deplete the artifact's original small spirituality, after all, for so many years, the artifact has not chosen the owner, and the spirituality has always been in a state of consumption, I am afraid that it is not even one percent of its peak.

If the owner who has the artifact to choose takes the initiative to hand it over, although it will also be lost, it will not be too much, which can save her a lot of time and energy. As for the resources needed, with her status and financial resources as one of the four holy monarchs of the Cloud Pavilion, she really didn't take it seriously.

"Joke, do you want to mend the needle? I think you still obediently tell you everything you know, so that I can let you go. Wei said arrogantly, his eyes were like electricity, staring at the other party cautiously.

Although Wei Bei is arrogant, he is not stupid at all, and he will not fight with his life, and when he finds something wrong, the first thing he thinks of is to escape, not to fight to the end. He is very similar to Du Qian, he knows his weaknesses, knows how little he knows about the treasure in his hand, and at the same time has a strong confidence in it.

Believe in yourself, as long as you figure out the true use of the Heaven Replenishing Needle and improve your combat effectiveness, no one in this world is invincible. With this kind of thought in my heart, I am naturally unwilling to fight to the death.

Time, knowledge is the most important, grow up, unparalleled combat power, can be invincible in the world. No matter how heroic a dead person is, it is just a corpse, and only when he is alive can there be hope.

"Okay, in that case, you can die, but it just takes a little more time, and this Holy Monarch can afford it. The Purple Cloud Saint Monarch snorted coldly and said, even if it takes ten or twenty years to bow to the Cloud Cloud Saint Monarch, or even give up the position of the Purple Cloud Saint Monarch, it doesn't matter, as long as the Heaven Mending Needle is in hand, everything can be taken back.

"The heavens are up. "This time the Purple Cloud Saint Monarch is serious, no matter what, he can't let this kid escape. Don't look at the fact that she has never seen the Heaven Mending Needle, but she knows far more about the characteristics of the three major artifacts than hairy boys like Wei Bei.

Although the other party does not understand the characteristics of the mending needle, it may not be able to exert its effect, but Gu Ziyun did not dare to bet, took out the strength of the lion to fight the rabbit, and vowed to get the mending needle today. (To be continued.) )