Yin Manmanqian gave thousands of instructions, and left a bunch of third-order super-grade spirit wine and spirit fruits before leaving.

The sisters and brothers of the same sect all went out to travel, and only the master who was in a fixed state was left in the sect, and Zhong Lingge, who was jumping around happily.

She felt the benefits of building a foundation in the yard for a long time, and the most attractive thing was to be able to fly with a weapon.

Zhong Lingge's storage bag contained a lot of loot, including several flying magic weapons, although the grade was not very high, but it was not easy to use it to practice his hands temporarily.

She soon discovers that the flight of the Imperial Weapon is completely different from the feeling of the Imperial Flying Crane Talisman.

With the Flying Crane Talisman, you can clearly feel your heaviness and clumsiness, and you need to use the power of the talisman to hold it up, and it is not easy to manipulate the talisman to fly.

And the imperial weapon is a magic weapon and I are one, the heart moves at will, like a bird swimming in the sky, and when you are familiar with the magic weapon, you can't feel the existence of the magic weapon at all, as if you were born to fly.

Zhong Lingge stepped on a second-order mid-grade flying sword and came to the Ten Thousand Treasures Eternal Survival Palace, as soon as he entered the door, it was like being in an endless sea of stars, and there were first- and second-order magic weapons dotted everywhere.

After building the foundation, her divine sense was more acute than that of the Qi refining period, and with a slight movement, she could sense which magic weapons were suitable for her, and which ones didn't need to be seen at all.

After the exploration of mental sensing and divine sense, Zhong Lingge quickly sensed two magic weapons that were suitable for him.

A piece of the Soul Tower.

A flower feather leaf.

The octagonal three-story small tower is white and jade-colored, and when you look closely, you can see extremely complex array runes, mainly attacking, supplemented by defense, and the second-order super grade can be used by her until the foundation is completed.

The flower feathers and leaves are also second-order supergrades, with light pink petals falling on a white feather, and a long transparent leaf at the end of the petals.

The petals are slightly retracted, making it easier for the monk to sit cross-legged and trim when walking slowly, the feathers have the effect of accelerating, and the transparent blades are refined from a variety of defensive materials, which is the center of the defensive array of this flying magic weapon.

Zhong Lingge recognized the magic weapon for the first time, and after connecting his mind with the two, he couldn't wait to fly to the practice peak and fight against the formation for a long time.

Zhenling Pagoda is seven or eight percent similar to Linglong Tower, can attack ordinarily, can also conjure up a fierce demon beast attack, lore is to summon a four-tailed demon fox soul sealed inside.

The more tails the demon fox clan has, the more powerful they are, with the lowest tail and the highest nine-tailed.

It is rumored that there is also a group of six-tailed foxes in the lower realm, but no one knows where they live or if they really exist. It is not uncommon for the fox clan to have three tails and below, and the four tails are already a rare beast, which is even rarer and difficult to find than the nine yin snakes.

And this one is not a transfiguration, but a second-order fierce beast soul that is actually sealed inside.

As long as there is sufficient spiritual energy to urge, this fierce beast can top a helper of the same realm.

"Lingsong Lingsong, when are we leaving?"

Lin Xiaojiu slept several times during her retreat, and she couldn't stay anymore.

"Let's go, let's go to the southwest." Zhong Lingge became familiar with the magic weapon, jumped on the flower feather leaves, bowed to the mountain where the master lived, and then drifted away.

*

"Ahem, ahem, ahem—"

Blackened blood foam dripped onto the ground of the spirit jade stone, and the poison instantly corroded the floor into small holes.

Bingyi leaned on his body, covering the severely painful dantian with both hands, with hatred in his eyes, looking at the ground deadly.

"You're happy to see me like this, aren't you? Hehehe. I was cautious all my life, but I didn't expect to be plotted by my only apprentice. Hu Jiufei, do you really think that I can't kill you if I'm poisoned? ”

"According to your temper, if you can kill it, you will kill it a long time ago, so why talk nonsense with me."

Hu Jiufei is thin to slightly sunken cheeks, with a flying look that has not been seen for a long time, almost six years, she was trapped by this old man with a strange temperament, the slightest carelessness will usher in whipping and angry scolding, every time he travels he must not go far, as soon as he leaves the range specified by Bingyi, he will appear like a ghost and take her back to be whipped and punished.

Finally she's leaving.

"You always say that I am your only apprentice, but have you forgotten the pile of dry bones on the hillside behind, which one has not been your 'only' apprentice? Your pleasure is to forcibly take people back, to teach you what you will learn, to do your best, to hide nothing from you, and then you kill everyone for fear of betrayal. ”

Hu Jiufei discovered the truth as early as three years ago, silence and forbearance are habits she has developed since childhood, as an isolated and helpless cultivator, she knows that prudence can sail the ship of ten thousand years.

"It's only to blame you for being too greedy, making a deal with the evil cultivator, and promising to refine five hundred puppets for him to refine human souls, if I don't stop it, wouldn't I watch you kill five hundred innocent people!"

Hu Jiufei had been preparing for escape, and had been hiding for many years, and finally mixed the poison into the tool of the puppet refining in Bingyi. The most toxic Scattered Infant Returning Water, as long as the amount is sufficient, can even make the real Yuan Infant who is about to turn into a god collapse.

Bingyi began to refine the puppet at noon, and unknowingly contaminated with a huge amount of scattered infant return water, at this time the infant had collapsed to the point where it could not emit spiritual power.

He felt that his realm was falling, and he could barely collapse after exhausting his divine sense, but he could only slow down the rate of loss slightly.

He still had a strange and ugly smile on his face, and his dry laughter was always gloomy and mocking.

"Hehehe, good, very good, you are the only disciple I didn't look at. You, you burned the old man's bones to ashes and took them to the other side of the Geling Mountains, where I came from, in the Kingdom of Jinwu. On the edge of the Imperial City. Blue Flower Village."

C-B's mind became extremely dull, and old images kept flashing in his mind. He "saw" himself as a child, helping his family in the fields, when a pair of Tsukiji monks fought and flew to the distant village, and with a wave of their sleeves, they destroyed the entire village.

The villagers were dead, crippled, and he came home crying from the fields, seeing the stumps on the ground and the terrified death of his family.

He hated the monk so much, but he became a monk again by mistake.

"Xuanyuan. Nine Heavens Righteous Path. Damn"

His eyes were red, but his memory became clearer, and the two monks who destroyed his entire village casually were wearing the disciple uniforms of Xuanyuan and Jiuxiao.

If they are still alive, they should also be the real elders of the two sects.

Bingyi suddenly struggled to raise his head, the hatred in his eyes faded, and there was only a trace of pleading in his eyes when he looked at Hu Jiufei.

"For my best sake. Take me back and find these two for me. Revenge"

Bingyi threw out two fragments of magic weapons, I don't know how long they had been lost in the storage bag, and the breath inside was so faint that it was difficult to detect. The debris fell to the ground, and the last bit of light in his eyes vanished.

The Yuan Infant was scattered, his spiritual power was lost, and his old body was not enough to withstand an overly powerful soul, let alone maintain a longevity against the sky.

He sat calmly in place, actively dissipated his vitality, sat silently, and became a sculpture no different from a stone statue.

(End of chapter)