This purple bronze mirror, which was originally inlaid with ghost beads and called the ghost magic mirror, turned out to be a fairy weapon that only existed in the legend in Ling Zheng's opinion?!

Moreover, it is still a king of immortal weapons who is only one line away from the artifact?!

Ling Zheng only felt that he was dreaming, and after being stunned for a while, he pinched his thigh fiercely.

"I've picked up a treasure!"

After Ling Zheng knew that he was not dreaming, he almost danced happily.

After this joy subsided a little, Ling Zheng released his spiritual sense again and continued to read the information in the phantom mirror.

After that, the joy on Ling Zheng's face subsided a little. As soon as his mind moved, the Phantom Magic Mirror, which was originally close to three feet in diameter, turned into the size of a palm in a burst of purple light and flew into Ling Zheng's hand.

Ling Zheng stared at this purple phantom mirror a little, and laughed a little self-deprecatingly: "I knew that it would be so easy for me to get an immortal artifact......

The Phantom Mirror was indeed a powerful immortal artifact that was only one line away from the artifact, but that was the Phantom Mirror in its full form, that is, inlaid with nine Phantom Beads. Now, there is only one ghost bead on this mirror, and its power is naturally greatly reduced.

If you compare it carefully, the spirituality of today's Phantom Magic Mirror is equivalent to a fourth-grade primary-level spiritual weapon.

But even so, Ling Zheng was quite content. Now the highest grade on his body, that is, the Xuanwen pen obtained from the white-haired spirit demon, and the inner armor that was taken off Wang Peng's body and now worn on his body, are all third-grade spiritual weapons. Although this Phantom Illusion Mirror is incomplete, it can also raise the level of his current magic weapon to a higher level.

After that, Ling Zheng looked at the sky and saw that it had just been night, so he hurriedly began to make a series of preparations.

In the second half of the night, when the ugly hour was approaching, Ling Zheng did not change his appearance, and directly suppressed his breath to the Great Perfection of the Spirit Condensation Realm with his true body, preparing to leave this Qionghuatai.

He took a deep breath, recalling the steps he had planned earlier, and then made a look of ecstasy and flew towards the sky outside the Qionghua Terrace.

After flying out of Qionghua Island, only out of the big lake, seven or eight cultivators wearing the purple magic robes of Minglei Mountain flew out of the woods in front of them, two of them were cultivators of the fifth order of the foundation building realm, and the rest, without exception, were all Great Perfection of the Spirit Realm.

A Foundation Realm cultivator beckoned to Ling Zheng and motioned for him to come over. Ling Zheng made an even more surprised expression, and after rushing over, before the cultivator could speak, he hurriedly said, "Senior, I have something to report. ”

This Foundation Building Realm cultivator smiled and said, "Old man Ming Lei Mountain Elder Chu Yang, little brother said slowly, don't worry. ”

Ling Zheng swallowed his saliva and made an expression that opened his eyes when he saw the money: "Senior, junior knows when the guy who provoked the head of your sect at the auction before will leave the island!"

Elder Mingleishan, who was named Chu Yang, heard this, but he just nodded and said with a smile: "The old man knows. But the head of the sect gave an order to block this Qionghua Island, and asked the little brother to sit there for a while. ”

Ling Zheng saw that this Ming Lei Mountain Elder was not interested in arresting him, and asked with some confusion: "Senior, don't you start arranging people to arrest that person?"

Chu Yang was obviously a talkative master, but he just smiled, then waved his hand, and asked a deacon who had cultivated in the Great Perfection of the Spirit Condensation Realm beside him to take Ling Zheng to the open space not far away.

This deacon of Minglei Mountain walked away with Ling Zheng, and said in a low voice: "Brother, I can understand your eagerness to invite merit, but the person who provoked the sect leader had killed Wang Peng's bastard before, and he had done a very happy thing, and most of the elders who were sent out this time did not want to arrest that person." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Ling Zheng was a little puzzled.

This deacon was very patient, and told Wang Peng everything about who he was and all the bastard things he had done, which immediately made Ling Zheng feel that he had killed the right person.

"But ah, this time the person was sent to arrest him, and there are a few dogs who are usually flattering to Zhangjiao and Wang Peng. The deacon said in a low voice: "Damn, looking at their appearance of 2580,000, Lao Tzu will be angry." ”

This deacon was obviously a stunned young man, and he could even say this kind of thing to Ling Zheng, an outsider.

Ling Zheng said that this was the case, knowing that his situation was not so bad, and he suddenly felt a little surprised in his heart.

He was taken to sit with a few monks from the Spirit Condensing Realm and the Foundation Building Realm, and the three toads and six eyes chatted about Minglei Mountain and Qionghuatai, just half an hour of chatting, Ling Zheng had a detailed understanding of this Minglei Mountain.

After that, the cultivation of several cultivators who were stopped by Minglei Mountain, the meditation of meditation, basically fell silent. Ling Zheng was also happy to be idle, took out the "Gao Yuan Array Solution" from the storage ring, and studied it unhurriedly.

Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, the sky was approaching dawn, and there was a faint whiteness of fish belly in the east, and it was about to dawn.

Suddenly, in the direction where Chu Yang, the elder of the Minglei Mountain, was located before, there was a rather fierce quarrel, which drew the attention of several monks sitting in the open space.

Ling Zheng was a little puzzled, and then he saw three middle-aged people who were also wearing the purple magic robes of Minglei Mountain flying towards this clearing, their expressions were very arrogant, and there was also a kind of contempt in their eyes.

To put it simply, it belongs to the kind of goods that are owed when you look at it.

"Get up!" A swarthy middle-aged man in the lead said in a loud voice: "I am Zhao Chun, the elder of Minglei Mountain, and I suspect that the person who provoked my sect leader is among you, so I want to verify my body one by one." ”

Ling Zheng glanced at the middle-aged man named Zhao Chun, and knew that this person was most likely the dog who had said that Deacon Ming Lei Mountain had said before, and he had specially flattered Wang Zhongyu and Wang Peng's grandson. But he wondered why this guy suspected that he might have left the island. You must know that when Ling Zheng left, he didn't tell anyone.

How did Ling Zheng know that this Zhao Chun was just sneered at by the elder named Chu Yang just now, and he was holding back a fire in his heart, but these cultivators in the open space were all spreading fire on the monks of the Great Perfection of the Spirit Condensing Realm.

This Zhao Chun only has the cultivation of the first order of the Foundation Building Realm, and in terms of strength and prestige in Minglei Mountain, he is not as good as Elder Chu Yang. But because he is good at flattery, he is also valued by Minglei Mountain, and he has a lot of power in Minglei Mountain. Therefore, among this group of people who came to arrest Ling Zheng, he was a leader.

Several monks present were a little displeased after listening to Zhao Chun's words. But because the other party is a cultivator of the foundation realm, in terms of strength, this Zhao Chun alone can destroy this group of monks in the open space. Therefore, he could only let this Zhao Chun be interrogated and searched one by one.

Zhao Chun was obviously making things difficult for people, there was a deacon of the Great Perfection of the Condensation Realm of the small sect of the Lei Ze Domain, but it was only because there was a two-hundred-year-old medicinal herb in his Qiankun bag that was forcibly taken away by Zhao Chun, so he showed his dissatisfaction slightly, and he was slapped by Zhao Chun and flew out several feet.

Seeing this scene, the other cultivators all took care of each other, and they looked like they didn't care about themselves, and they became a lot more obedient.

Ling Zheng saw this qiē in his eyes, walked out of the crowd, and reached out to help the cultivator who was beaten away.

But the kindness was not rewarded, and after the man stood up, he pushed Ling Zheng away and stood silently aside.

Ling Zheng was frowning a little, but he heard Zhao Chun shouting: "There is even a head bird, that kid, you roll over to Lao Tzu!"

Ling Zheng's brows furrowed even deeper, but he instantly thought of a countermeasure in his heart, glanced up at Zhao Chun, and said coldly: "What kind of thing are you, dare to shout at Young Master Ben?!"

What Ling Zheng had shown before was an easy-going and gentle temperament, but at this moment, his tone suddenly became arrogant, which surprised all the monks present.

When Zhao Chun saw Ling Zheng talking to him like this, a sneer suddenly appeared on his dark face, revealing a mouthful of teeth that were unusually white compared to his face, and asked in a strange manner: "Look at what this means, this young master who seems to be in charge of a certain big faction, come, report the situation, so that I can see Zhao Chunkaikai." ”

Ling Zheng was not in a hurry, and said, "Flying Spirit Domain Red Pink Palace, I don't know if you have heard of it?"

When Zhao Chun heard the words "Red Pink Palace", he knew that it was the No. 1 Cultivating True Force of the Flying Spirit Domain adjacent to the Lei Ze Domain, and his smile froze, and then he asked quietly: "Oh? It turned out to be a demon cultivator from the Red Pink Palace, I don't know who the Wind Moon Witch is you?"

"I am the distant nephew of the white-haired spirit demon of the Left Protector, and I am also the future Left Protector of the Red Pink Palace!"

Ling Zheng lied without blushing and heartbeat, he originally wanted to say that he was the double cultivation furnace of the Fengyue Witch, but he felt that it was too much to talk about himself, so he gave up.

As he spoke, Ling Zheng summoned the Phantom Magic Mirror, which had just recognized the master, and as soon as Zhenyuan urged, the Phantom Mirror emitted a soaring demonic energy.

Feeling the breath of the Phantom Magic Mirror, Zhao Chun's eyes flashed, and he smiled quietly: "Oh, who should I be, it turns out to be the descendant of the Spirit Demon Brother." Coincidentally, I have a good relationship with Brother Spirit Demon, and you can be regarded as half of my junior. ”

Ling Zheng naturally noticed the flickering color in Zhao Chun's eyes, but there was also surprise on the surface: "Oh? I haven't heard my uncle say this, since you are a good friend of your uncle, please forgive the junior for being rude before." ”

"Haha, it's rare to meet a friend's junior, go, find a place where no one is, you and I have a good chat. ”

Zhao Chun said, making a "please" gesture.

The few Condensing Realm Great Perfection monks in the open space all looked at each other, but since there was no need to search their bodies, no one said a word.

Ling Zheng quietly put away the Phantom Magic Mirror, with a smiling face, followed Zhao Chun out of this place, and flew into the distance.

After flying for about a hundred miles, Zhao Chun saw that there was no one around, stopped suddenly, and said to Ling Zheng with a smile: "Hey, virtuous nephew, don't be so far away, come and talk." ”

Ling Zheng nodded, an elusive smile on his face.

When the distance between the two was less than a zhang, the originally gentle smile on Zhao Chun's face suddenly became a little cold, and said, "I seem to remember that the best magic weapon on the white-haired spirit demon is the Xuanwen pen and the golden wall bell, I have never heard of him having a four-grade spirit weapon on his body?"

Finally showing the fox's tail?

Ling Zheng smiled and asked a word with a very flat expression: "Oh?"

"You demon cultivator, don't you just catch it?!" Zhao Chun shouted, looking righteous and awe-inspiring, full of the sanctimonious appearance that most immortal Dao cultivators in the cultivation realm should have.

"Arrested?" Ling Zheng tugged at the corner of his mouth: "It's up to you?"

Zhao Chun's hand flashed, and a second-grade spirit weapon long sword appeared, and he said coldly: "Look at me killing your demon ......"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Zheng rushed forward, instantly arrived in front of him, raised his hand and punched out, hitting Zhao Chun in the chest. Bombarded that Zhao Chun from the sky to the ground.

"Bang!"

The shape shì changed into a bit of a lump, and before Zhao Chun could come back to his senses, his body smashed a pit on the ground, and all the previous sanctimonious appearances disappeared, replaced by a look of panic.

He swallowed the blood that had already gushed into his throat, and said two words tremblingly: "Tsuki?!"

Ling Zheng stretched out his hand to take out one of the few flame bomb talismans in the storage ring, raised his hand and threw it towards the ground, and said lightly:

"That's right. ”