Fang Xing grabbed it, his spiritual sense came out, and the shattered iron lock that was discarded on the side flew into his hand. He smiled slightly, and his spiritual sense was like a tide, and he washed away the broken magic weapon. After closing his eyes for a long time, Fang Xing suddenly chuckled, "Spiritual Sense Sword, I see." ”

At this moment, he could clearly feel that the spiritual consciousness up and down his body was like a tide, moving according to his mind. As soon as the thought moved, the spiritual sense swept left, and the earth and stones cracked; The mind is raised, the spiritual consciousness is leaping, and the dust is flying. If it weren't for the heavy prohibitions in this magic weapon, which had been destroyed one by one by the fierce innate tiger roaring energy before, Fang Xing believed that with his current perception, he could also make his spiritual sense control it to break through the sky and fly away above the sky.

It's just that at the moment, this chain magic weapon is no longer powerful, and it can only be regarded as a mortal thing made up of several strange materials. Fang Xing gave up this thought, he shook his head, and said softly: "This is a bit of a pity. ”

Although he said this, Fang Xing was not discouraged in his heart. He already had a third-order magic weapon and a three-yang and one-qi sword in his family's new house, and he didn't have much expectation for this magic weapon that didn't know its roots. If it weren't for the fact that he had tested his suspicions about the sinister aura, he wouldn't have been willing to risk it.

His thoughts drifted away from the surprise of crossing the threshold of the third heaven of qi refining, and Fang Xing looked at himself again. This look couldn't help but make him feel inspired. After the first appearance of the Yin God, the soul is like a real person. He had learned a few copies of this from Fang Wu's Qi Refining Codex, and he wasn't surprised. What he was amazed by was the seven-colored saber that hung on his waist—the saber that was transformed by the seven-colored precious light, which was tied to his waist at this moment, as if it was the reappearance of the scenery in the state of mind of the Lingtai that day.

Fang Xing's heart was full of joy, and it suddenly disappeared. Only then did he notice that the seven-colored light that rushed into the pit was the result of this sword.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Fang Xing stretched out his hand to draw his sword, but he didn't want his hand to touch it slightly, and the saber turned into a ball of seven-colored light, soared up, fell on him, and merged into Fang Xing's soul again. There was no heat flow coming slowly, and there was no cool air around his body, in his ignorance, Fang Xing was shocked to see that above his soul, the golden light and ink color were swept and swallowed by the seven-colored treasure light, and in the blink of an eye, there was only a flickering seven-colored light left in his body.

This change made Fang Xing frown, he was a little overwhelmed, but more of a deep fear of the seven-colored treasure light. A hundred years ago, after his soul shattered the void and crossed here, this seven-colored treasure light fell from the sky and suppressed him in a bloodline inheritance. After more than 100 years of troubled years, he was able to get out of trouble. But in the end, he still had to use this seven-colored treasure light to kill the vulture ancestor.

This more than 100-year-long time together has given Fang Xing a deep understanding of the power of the seven-colored treasure light. He Zeng, he had high hopes for it. But then, when the Xuanying Divine Light devoured the Lord, the seven-colored treasure light that had not been called for a long time disappointed him. If it weren't for the wisp of spirituality in the "Innate Tiger Fu True Scripture" that turned into a white-fronted tiger law to save him desperately, Fang Xing was afraid that he would have been imprisoned by the Xuanming Divine Light.

Since then, Fang Xing has had the idea of 'relying on himself to save himself', and he has gradually died of the wonderful use of the seven-colored treasure light. But he didn't want to, after he gave birth to his spiritual consciousness and the Yin God first appeared, this seven-colored treasure light that didn't know the roots of the feet actually appeared again.

The power of the seven-colored treasure light is unpredictable, if it can be used by him, it must be wonderful, but what if it is harmful? Fang Xing was shocked in his heart, and secretly wondered, "How is this happening?" Could it be that the Lingtai is in a state of mind......"

At this moment, a voice in the pit interrupted his train of thought. I saw that in the midst of a piece of earth and rock, a palm-sized white bone plate suddenly jumped out. This thing jumped up out of thin air, floated in front of Fang Xing, and shouted in a high voice like a cracked silk: "Dazun, don't be surprised! Dazun! Don't do it! The small ones have the truth. ”

Facing Fang Xing's scrutinizing gaze, it was like a turtle shell bone plate, floating out of a cloud of gray mist, turning into a thumb-sized human appearance. I only heard him say to him: "The little one has the truth, don't do it!" The small one is a death row prisoner under the hands of the big honor, and the big one listens to the small one, and then sends it down! ”

A voice suddenly appeared in the pit, and Fang Xing was also startled at first, but then he was relieved. At this moment, Fang Xing consciously was full of spiritual consciousness [Harmonious Light], and he was full of unforeseen opportunities, and he was not afraid of any variables. And as far as he could see, the white bone that suddenly jumped up was just a natal corpse bead or something, and it was not worthy of his blow. Listening to the ghost's cry for mercy, he also had the heart to hear what the ghost had to say. As a result, Fang Xing temporarily restrained his worries about the seven-colored treasure light. During the operation of the spiritual sense, the gray figure and the white bone plate had been firmly covered with the momentum of the tiger ambushing, and as long as his heart moved, he could send out an innate tiger roar to kill it.

After this arrangement, Fang Xing asked solemnly: "Who are you a ghost?" Could it be the hairy zombie without [Light of Harmony] just now? ”

The gray villain bowed again and again: "The little one is the hairy zombie without [Harmonious Light] just now, named Black Ghost, and my colleagues often call the little turtle." Just now, the little one was gracious, and he escaped by luck and hid in the cave. Right now, when the little one saw that the great Venerable had achieved great success, he jumped out and asked for a grace, hoping that the big one would spare the little one! ”

When Fang Xing heard this, he was surprised in his heart, so he asked again and again, and only then did he understand the reason. It turned out that the villain in front of him was called the black ghost, nicknamed the turtle, and it was the person sent by the King of Chaos to clean up the mess of this ancient mound and hills. This black ghost is a zombie that is more than 400 years old. Two hundred years ago, due to chance, he obtained a piece of the turtle shell of a thousand-year-old turtle, and he refined a natal corpse bead in his body in the turtle shell. Relying on the thousand-year-old turtle's life-saving technique, he escaped by luck.

Listening to the black ghost's straightforward words, Fang Xing suddenly asked with a smile: "Then Zhao Yang just said a few inconsequential words to me, and he was crushed by the King of Turbulent Wind. If you tell me the truth, aren't you afraid of the King of the Storm? ”

But when he heard the black ghost, he immediately shouted to hit the sky: "The great venerable is powerful, how dare the small one lie?" The King of the Stormy Wind has a true spirit seal, and with just one thought, he can wipe out the small ones. If it weren't for the great venerable's colorful supernatural powers, just one photo, the true spirit seal on the small natal corpse bead would have been broken, and the little one wouldn't dare to jump out and say mercy to the great venerable now! ”

How powerful is the seven-colored treasure light? Is it still called a supernatural power by this black ghost? Fang Xing's heart shook, and his thoughts were flying, but there was no trace of color on his face. He didn't want the hundred-year-old ghost to see his urgency for the seven-colored treasure light, so he suppressed his curiosity and planned to interrogate slowly. So, he pretended to smile freely and said, "Haha, what the deity said is just a test. Fortunately, you told the truth, otherwise, the King of Turbulent Wind can make you lose your soul, can't you be the Dao deity? If you have any facts to report now, don't hurry up! ”

The black ghost raised his voice and flattered: "The great venerable is powerful, and the small nature must tell the truth." It's just that right now, time is pressing, and the small ones don't dare to say much. Just now, before the Great Venerable entered the cultivation, the king of my family ......" said, the black ghost knew that he was speechless, and quickly changed his words: "No, no, it's the chaotic wind, and I have sent the first fierce general under the tent, Hua Xiong, to lead the crowd to come." Although Dazun has great powers, he is tired of fighting for a long time, and there are many minions under that Hua Xiong. Judging from the small, it is better for Dazun to turn in first. When he is rested, it will not be too late to catch all these rats. ”

"Before you set off? When will that come? Fang Xing asked in surprise. The black ghost said very tactfully, but Fang Xing couldn't hear the meaning of his words. That Hua Xiong is the number one fierce general under the Turbulent Wind King, and he has many soldiers under him, he must be a man with high mana, and it is definitely not something that Fang Xing can resist at this moment. But how much of what the black ghost said is true?

The black ghost responded obediently: "That Hua Xiong has a great magic weapon, which can carry people away, and even be fast. When the Great Venerable didn't take the seven-colored divine power to illuminate the small one, the small one knew from the True Spirit Seal - that guy had already flown over the cold mountain, and in half an hour, he would be able to reach the ancient mound. The Great Venerable still puts the Holy Communion first, so let's go in first. ”

Seeing that Fang Xing frowned and was silent, the black ghost was really anxious, and the King of Turbulent Wind was moody and the most suspicious. The true spirit seal on his natal corpse bead was broken, and he could only end up in a state of despair when he went back. At present, he can only save his life by advancing and retreating with the murderer in front of him. After deciding on the way out, the black ghost turned his mind sideways, and shouted loudly: "The true spirit seal of the King of the Troubled Wind can control the life and death of a small person in a single thought, and the seven-colored divine power of the Great Venerable is even more powerful. If you don't believe it, you can pour mana into the small natal corpse bead and fill it into the true spirit seal. Naturally, I know that the little one has never been half a lie. ”

Fang Xing also knew that time was pressing at the moment, so according to what he said, his spiritual sense probed out, and brushed it on the turtle shell, and Fang Xing sensed that there was a faint vermilion mark on the turtle shell.

"This is the True Spirit Seal?" Fang Xing secretly sighed, and the seven-colored treasure light poured out and poured into it. It's just that in that moment, Fang Xing felt that there were scenes of memories rushing back, all of which were thoughts of black ghosts and black ghosts. Sure enough, from the moment he mastered the True Spirit Seal, he mastered everything about the black ghosts. The True Spirit Seal was like opening a door, and the feelings and memories of the black ghost were all open to him. As long as the black ghost has a trace of rebellion, Fang Xing can sense it, and even make his soul fly away with a thought.

"The True Spirit Seal of the King of the Turbulent Wind is really domineering! Fortunately, my seven-colored treasure light, although a little disobedient, always has some effect. Fang Xing said in his heart.

Right now, Fang Xing knew that what the black ghost said was true, the first fierce general under the Turbulent Wind King was coming with great momentum. So he didn't waste any more time, threw the chain in his hand, smashed a piece of rubble and sealed the hole that kept emitting evil breath. Wrapped in the black ghost's natal corpse bead, he was about to leave.

At this time, he heard the black ghost shouting in his throat: "Dazun, that iron lock is refined by the evil iron that Zhao Yang has worked so hard to find. If you don't want it, you can keep it for the lesser ones in the future. ”

The black ghost was so greedy, Fang Xing didn't think it was angry when he heard it, but instead laughed, he smiled: "You turtle is still of some use, so I'll bring it." After saying that, he grabbed the chain again, and with a flash of color, he flew up and hurried in the direction of his home.