Chapter 42 Eight Mythological Relics, Casting My Mysterious Womb and Cutting the General's Corpse Puppet Backwards!
Zhang Xuanji discovered Luo Jing and was able to see the fact that he was able to see him.
At the same time, he also completely recalled the past.
At the time he lived, the last order had collapsed.
Because of the modification of the rules of heaven and earth, transformation.
I meditated in the cave of eternal life and practiced enlightenment.
But the mind has long been unconscious, and has completely walked to another path.
No!
In other words, all cultivators who have refined mana are no exception!
"I have all ended up like this, what about the other Venerables, the Great Masters, the Buddhas, and even the real people and the great sages?"
"Cultivators, the higher you cultivate, the heavier your thoughts and attachments will be."
"I just became like this because I couldn't let go of my cultivation, and I'm still me, and I have never changed, but I have completely cut off a wisp of kindness that is 'not in line with cultivation'."
"But those great sages and true monarchs, they are prone to overturning rivers and seas, dominating the wind and clouds, how heavy is their obsession with cultivation!"
"Where can they put it down!"
"This era."
Zhang Xuanqi used his transparent divine soul to raise his hands, sensing the thin aura of heaven and earth, which could only support the existence of a ten-level mage at most, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"It's okay, it's okay!"
"The aura is like the tide, the tide rises and falls, this era is not like the time period when I exist, and there is salvation!"
"The heavens and the earth of the last era were shattered, turned into fragments and fell silent all over this ancient land, and with the continuous escalation of the spiritual tide, it will gradually surface?"
"It's like my immortal cave, counting myself and the general's 'corpse puppet', that is, a ten-level one, but it's just the beginning, I hope these future generations can protect their own inheritance."
Looking at the sword wielding, beheading the general, between the thousands of corpse puppets and the heavy snowy winter, with his back to everyone, facing the enemy, Zhang Xuanqi floated with residual thoughts, and quickly came to Luo Jing's side.
"This young man's bone age is only in his twenties, and the pure qi he swallows is so good?"
"This sword not only looks like the 'Nine Yao' grade, but what is even more rare and valuable is that it also contains the divine will of the 'Eight Extremes' Great Sage, incredible, incredible!"
"I once heard that there is a record in the secret text of the 'Laoshan Sect', according to legend, every era will have a beginning and an end, some people rise in the early years, and will become unimaginable big figures in the later generations, the leader of the Laoshan Sect at that time is one of the great powers of the 'Seven Yuan' level after the fall of the 'Heavenly Court'!"
"Today, this snow-capped mountain came to surround me."
Zhang Xuanqi glanced around, and crossed the body of the three martial saints such as Chu Qi, Jiang Xiaobai, Liu Xuanling and his two brothers, as well as among the Seven Uniques, Xuanming Zen Master and other three martial saints.
"There are all magic weapons in the 'Ten Capitals' or even above, this is the luck of the sky, you know."
"I didn't have it myself!"
"This kid raises a sword in the dantian, and it is the most correct way to open up the Xuantian fetus, and he is only one foot away from the door, and he can refine his mana, ranking among the 'top ten'!"
"It's just so that I'm here to help him, but that's not enough"
After glancing around, Zhang Xuanqi suddenly had words in his mouth, in an instant!
I saw the wind and snow,
The blood sword in Chu Qi's hand buzzed and swayed, and Jiang Xiaobaixing's bucket disk escaped with light.
Liu Xuanling's double sword, Guan Longyan's green knife, and Yan's longbow's spear.
There is also the Zen staff of Xuanming of the Sun Worship Temple, the dust of Li Lingsu of the Ethereal Palace, and a copper coin of Xiao Yan of Wanbao Villa!
The eight 'mythical relics', and at the same time, a little bit of spiritual appearance, gathered in the air, turning into a ball, calling these because Luo Jing suddenly took out the sword, and hesitated to stop, on the top of this wide mountain in the ice and snow, and those corpse puppets fought with those convincing martial saints, they were immediately shocked.
They instinctively want to immerse themselves in the spirit of the mythical relics and stop this kind of behavior that consumes the spirit of the mythical relics.
But instead, Jiang Xiaobai stepped into the wind and snow.
I saw him staring closely at these scattered scattered points of light, rushing towards Luo Jing's direction.
Then his arm slammed into the way, and he shouted, saying:
"Guys, don't stop you!"
"This is the key to breaking the game, only by letting the Cave Xuan Palm Venerable step into a higher realm, can we have hope!"
"Otherwise, on this steep iceberg, can the entire Shenwu Alliance really outrun many corpse puppets?"
Wake up the dreamer with a word!
Needless to say, when Jiang Xiaobai mentioned the three words Wang Dongxuan, she already believed it unconditionally, and as for the others, they almost hesitated for a moment, and then they had a certain number in their hearts.
Most of the characters who can gather on the top of this snowy mountain and be the leader of one side are decisive and shrewd, and can judge the form.
Although they couldn't see Zhang Xuanxuan, Wang Dongxuan's courage to sacrifice his sword had already made people see hope!
"Fight, the poor monk believes in Wang Dongxuan's donor!" Xuan Ming lifted his robe and threw the iron rod violently, so that the spirit rhyme was like an ocean, and he vented towards Luo Jing.
Chu Qi bit his thin lip lightly, and a drop of blood dripped out of his mouth, which was stained on the Rahu Slashing Sword, making the light of this sword more and more bewitching, and it led to Luo Jing!
Li Lingsu sighed lightly and shook the dust, and the others did not hesitate.
"That's enough."
Zhang Xuanji looked at this scene, calculated the amount of spiritual power, nodded, and rushed into Luo Jing's body!
"The heart sinks into the dantian, and the anger goes to Zhou Tian!"
"With these spiritual rhymes, visualize this sword of your own in your dantian, use it to enter the Tao, and become a Xuan Fetus!!"
Like a word that is drunk on the head, it is passed into the ear.
Everything was done in a split second.
Luo Jing's body was like the wind, flickering and moving in the heavy snow.
The moment he heard Zhang Xuanji's words, he stormed the general's corpse puppet.
At the same time, the spiritual rhyme of the eight mythological relics was gathered together by Zhang Xuanji, refined by him into mana, and rushed into Luojing's body with his own residual thoughts!
In an instant, Luo Jingfu felt that there was a pass in his body that was sealed by layers of chain dust, and it opened with a 'click'!
Inside the dantian in his abdomen.
A hazy-looking magic sword is condensed!
A steady stream of mana was born from there, which was beyond the realm of convincing and foundation-building!
In the previous years, he was called the 'Ten Capitals' Master.
In the next eight hundred years, it was called the Xuanlian Realm, and it was also the one who really embarked on the path of cultivation, which was different from the masters of the Ten Thousand Foundation Building Realm!
"Power is coming to me!"
"Is this mana?"
Luo Jing closed his eyes, and he could clearly perceive that the mana in his body was surging like the sea, and he could command it like an arm, without obscurity.
He knew that it was because of the gift brought by the residual thought of 'Zhang Xuanji' just now.
"Don't hesitate, boy!"
"Cut off the spinal cord behind the corpse puppet, the talisman in the heart!"
"You just cut off the sword, and I'll do the rest!"
The calm voice sounded again.
This time, Luo Jing had no distractions, his mana surged, and the magic sword in his hand turned into a dragon, and he jerked violently.
Suddenly, the snow flew and danced, and Luo Jing's figure swept out the afterimage, and when the general's corpse puppet roared in the sky, he pounced on the spine talisman behind him, and poked it violently!
Swish!
The tip of the sword was attached to the mana, and it just poked at the rune paper and entered the flesh!
"Roar!!"
A scream of pain!
The yellow paper behind the corpse puppet suddenly spontaneously combusted without wind, and it burned bigger and bigger, just like the true fire of samadhi, spreading the majestic giant body that was several feet long in an instant!
Thundered!!
The huge general threw down his weapon and kept rolling and churning on the ground, his expression hideous and painful, but the flames did not dissipate in the slightest!
"This is the spell I set back then!"
"Even if this corpse puppet has the 'Ten Capitals' Dao, as long as I am in one day, he will not be able to make any waves!"
"Little Daoyou"
"The rest is the main thing!"
"The so-called death of the body is not death, the dissolution of the soul is death!"
"That 'Immortal Cave Master' can only be the Immortal Cave Master."
"But I'm Zhang Xuanji"
"It is one of the seventy-two caves of the four palaces and eight views of the Laoshan Sect, and it is really a true descendant!"
"He's just an obstacle!"
Accompanied by Luo Jing's ears, Zhang Xuanji's voice sounded.
Another voice, mixed with anger, sounded slowly.
"It turns out that the distractions have not been dissipated?"
"Although the poor road can't see it, it can be perceived, otherwise, who in the whole world can know the location of the death door that controls this corpse puppet, and also knows the secret method of sanctions?"
"Unexpectedly, he also helped this junior comprehend mana and participate in the 'Ten Capitals'."
"My general's 'corpse puppet'"
The Taoist on two sides of one body and the other side stepped out of the Immortal Cave and looked coldly at Luo Jing, who had cultivated mana.
In an instant!
A demon slashing sword, rippling ten feet of wind and snow, from the immortal cave, slashed down!
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