There are generally two ways to be born in the divine weapons and supreme magic weapons between heaven and earth: innate conception or monk manufacturing.

The foundation of the cultivator's cultivation is to refine excellent magic weapons, weapons, formations, elixirs, and other clever objects. When monks are away from home, they rarely have to fight with others, and having a powerful magic weapon is the best way to protect their lives. Therefore, in this world, as long as they are slightly famous, they will inevitably be the objects of competition among various sects.

The advantages and disadvantages of magic weapons between heaven and earth are roughly divided into four parts: magic weapons, spiritual weapons, immortal weapons, and holy weapons.

As for the legendary artifact or higher-level existence, no one can see it now.

The weapons that can carry the minimum cultivation of a cultivator are magic weapons, most of which are refined from the most basic materials. For monks, no matter how strong an ordinary sword is, it can't withstand the indoctrination of three volumes of cultivation, so the cultivator's use of mortal weapons is like holding an egg in his hand, which will shatter when touched. For the lowest level of magic weapons, the lower ones generally only have a functional role, and the middle and upper grades may engrave a few blessing formations in them to improve their power.

Spiritual weapons, also known as spiritual treasures, are the heaviest category of instruments in the world, and they are also essential weapons for monks with more than six volumes. In a sect, the magic weapon is only used for the disciples who have just started to practice and protect themselves, and the spiritual weapon is the real magic weapon for cultivation. Although it is called a spiritual weapon, it is actually a dead thing. When refining, the alchemist will inject different supernatural powers according to the cultivator's needs to cooperate with the battle. Most of the refiners who specialize in tools refine the most spiritual weapons on weekdays. Whenever a spiritual weapon is successfully refined, the user will use his own essence blood to drip into the formation to complete the recognition of the master. After recognizing the master, the spiritual weapon is as light as an arm, and the monk can use it freely, while avoiding his own magic weapon being forcibly used by others during the battle. Although the spirit weapon seems to be only one order higher than the magic weapon, it is indeed a real treasure, and the top spirit weapon in the hands of a powerful cultivator will also exert the terrifying power of moving mountains and reclaiming the sea.

But in fact, many monks spend their entire lives unable to possess a good spiritual artifact.

That's the reality.

Thousands of years ago, the world was in constant dispute, and the divine refining sect of the Dao Lingbao Dao people was arrogant and fierce, with the suffering of the people in mind, and spent a hundred years refining one hundred and eight top-level spiritual weapons that no one has surpassed so far - named "Chivalrous Xing". In the following years, Lingbao Daoist people visited the world and handed over these one hundred and eight spiritual weapons to the exercises and virtues that could match the world's chivalrous warriors, hoping that they would save the people of Li from fire and water. Thousands of years of vicissitudes, to this day, it is known that there are only a double number of chivalrous spirit weapons in the world, but every time it is in the world, it will cause a sensation.

Of course, the suffering in the world cannot rely on mere chivalrous, and there are no thousands of ways to rise and fall in people's hearts. The disheartened Lingbao Daoist no longer cares about the world, and devotes himself to refining weapons.

Now the Zhenshan magic weapon of the Divine Refining Sect is another amazing work before the Lingbao Daoist feathers - the Zhuxian Sword Array!

A sword formation made up of four fairy swords!

It is rumored that in ancient times, the great power of the human race had created many divine weapons, one of which was the infinitely powerful Zhuxian Sword Array.

According to myths and legends, Lingbao Daoist restored four imitation swords of immortal quality - Zhu Xian, Killing Immortals, Trapping Immortals, and Absolute Immortals.

Immortal weapons are the highest quality divine weapons that can be refined by the alchemists under the saints, and only in large sects and families will there be immortal weapons as the treasure of the town faction. The refining conditions of the immortal soldiers are extremely complicated, not to mention that the materials are rare in the world, and if the refiner does not know the method, it is almost impossible to succeed. Generally, refining immortal weapons requires a grandmaster-level refiner to choose an auspicious day of the zodiac, in the blessed land where the heaven and earth are abundant, and under the joint support of the entire sect, there is a possibility of success. Immortal artifacts have spirits, called instrument spirits, which are the creatures born after the baptism of the gods and earth's thunder tribulations when the immortal weapons are refined. Powerful machine spirits can even control the operation and cast spells of immortal weapons on their own.

Therefore, the immortal weapons in the world are extremely rare, and each one of them is a treasure that is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth!

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In the space of thought, the fox demon Tsing Yi's face was pale.

"Little... Little Monk... What are you kidding?" her voice trembled.

"This is the Phaseless Tower. Oh, a small part of the Phaseless Tower, to be exact. Lou Lou put the peeled crab meat and millet into the pot and replied casually.

"No... No way... No way!You don't lie to me!" The fox demon took two steps back and suddenly roared!

The little monk was silent.

"Hmph" The fox demon saw that the little monk was speechless, and thought that he had made up his mind: "The tone of the young man is not small! I am not afraid to say it and flash my tongue? This broken temple is a phaseless pagoda? What are you kidding? Why don't you say that this is the Emperor's Dao Seal? Or is it the Academy's Heavenly Machine?" The fox demon's beautiful and seductive face was full of mockery, as if he had found some kind of catharsis, and his pale face gradually regained its ruddy color, becoming more and more bewitching.

Because she didn't believe that this small ruined temple could be the legendary holy artifact of the Shi family, the Phaseless Tower!

The holy vessels are held by the saints and forged by the saints.

In the more than 2,000 years since the birth of the New Heavenly Dao, there have been no more monks in the world who have been sanctified, and no new holy weapons have been born. In the tens of thousands of years of human race, there are many saints, but there are very few holy weapons. Because it is more difficult for a monk to become a saint, when refining a magic weapon, in addition to being recognized by the Heavenly Dao, it also has to go through many terrifying tribulations. Therefore, once the Dharma weapon is sanctified, its power is comparable to that of a saint, or even surpasses that of a saint.

In the catastrophe more than 2,500 years ago, the saints fell, and there were few holy weapons left, most of them were broken, and the Holy Spirit was asleep, and there was no longer the power of the past. However, emaciated camels are bigger than horses. No matter how broken the holy weapon is, it is still a holy weapon, even if the ability does not exist in a hundred, it is also a fundamental treasure that can guard the fortune of a dynasty and a lineage.

For example, today, there are only nine known holy artifacts left—

The Sacred Relics of the Mountains and Seas of the Town and the Emperor of the Country;

Taiping Academy's Heavenly Machine List;

Statue of the Ten Thousand Laws of the Prairie;

Wu Clan's Golden Toad Meridian Staff;

East Sea Shrine Ten Thousand Dragon Balls;

Demon Sacred Relic Transformation Wheel;

Wudang Mountain Taoist Taoist ancestor dust;

Mahayana Temple Buddha Family No Phase Pagoda;

Sword Sect Easy Sword.

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Garan is the name of the Buddha for the Phaseless Pagoda. The word "garan" in Sanskrit refers to the garden where the monks lived in the early years, and it was the place where all Buddhas returned. However, for the people of the world, the Wuxiang Pagoda has another more terrifying name - Buddha Prison.

The Wuxiang Tower is recognized by the entire world's dynasties, sects, and families-

Monk's prison!

In the Wuxiang Tower, tens of thousands of great demons who have caused calamity to the world are imprisoned, and the "Heavenly Demons, Outer Dao, Corpses, "Puppets, and Ghosts" described in the "Side Gate Scroll" of the Taiping Scroll are imprisoned, as well as all kinds of evil cultivators recorded in the "Zuo Dao Scroll".

Over the past 10,000 years, there have been continuous disasters in man and time, and there are natural disasters and even man-made disasters. When encountering those who are extremely vicious and difficult to deal with, the family sect will ask the monks of the three major temples to surrender together, and the Buddhism taboos killing, so the way to punish the wicked is to collect their bodies and put their minds in the Phaseless Tower.

Many wicked people would rather die than be imprisoned in this tower.

Because that represents an endless atonement.

"You don't believe me?" the little monk asked softly.

The fox demon Tsing Yi's eyes were even more contemptuous.

The little monk sighed angrily, turned the rosary around his neck, and put the last seasoning into the porridge.

"Goo-goo-goo-go

Tsing Yi suddenly disappeared.

Half an hour later, she suddenly appeared in the corner of the ruined temple again, only to see her huddled tightly in the corner, her eyes were red, the tears on her face could not be stopped, and her whole body trembled, and she was pitiful.

The little monk Loulou brought her a bowl of boiled crab roe vegetable porridge, and placed the porridge and the wooden plaque carved by her side at the same time.

On the front of the brand, the word "Tsing Yi" is engraved, and there are three inconspicuous small characters in the lower right corner: propylene and ethylwood.

Lou Lou touched her head again, her tone was soft and immature, but she couldn't refute: "Eat some, a hundred years, twenty-five years." When you atone for your sins, you can be born again. ”

The fox demon Tsing Yi was lifeless.

What she had seen and heard in just half an hour made her heart collapse.

"You... Who the hell is it?" Tsing Yi choked.

"I'm just a little monk who hasn't taken refuge. Like you, an atoned one. Lou Lou smiled.

"I'll be with you. Before he walked out of the tower, he promised her in his heart, just as he did back then.

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Yong'an Palace.

When the little monk appeared in front of the demon fox, he once told Liang Zhi a sentence with his mind:

"Help me, seven breaths. ”

Liang Yi instantly understood that Lou Lou was going to take the demon fox into the phaseless tower.

He wants to guard the body of the little monk and not be disturbed.

With the current state of Loulou, every time the pagoda is opened, it will cost unimaginable consumption, and even the risk of falling. So there must be an extremely important reason for him to do this. And the Buddha Pagoda, the treasure of Buddhism, when the mind is pulled into it, the two bodies are still in place, if the body is destroyed, the mind has no root and no source, and it will fall into a situation of no return. The flow of time in the tower is different from the outside world, and one hour inside the tower is equivalent to seven breaths in the outside world.

Hold on to the seven breaths.

The thought turned, Liang Yi's foot stepped heavily on the ground, the green bricks shattered, and his body flew dozens of feet in an instant, and he came to the little monk who kept touching his head.

But someone is one step faster than him!

A pitch-black dagger shining with cold light pierced the throat of the little monk!

It's the female killer of the Seven Sins who hides in the night from beginning to end - the night owl!

When the little monk appeared, she discovered the abnormality, and when she saw the demon fox who was now out of her mind, the night owl chose the easiest way to kill the monk. The body is like an arrow, and the spiritual treasure in his hand - see the blood and seal the throat!

The cold sharp front is less than an inch away from the building!

Seeing that Liang Zhi was about to hurry, but there was no panic on his disguised scholar's face, a flash of light in his eyes, and his right hand pointed like a scissor, pointing to the space next to the little monk!

"Bundle!" he shouted!

As he spoke, in the perception of the night owl, he seemed to be pulled into the ground in an instant, and everything around him suddenly froze, unable to move, and the dagger had no way forward.

Everything is slow, but it happens in the midst of lightning. Ryoyuki, who restrained the killer with a spell, finally rushed to the little monk's side, only to see that the palm of his left hand was suddenly coated with a layer of pale golden light, and he reached out to grab the black

Color dagger, right hand clenched fist! A mountain collapse fist hit the female killer in the abdomen!

The female killer snorted and flew out upside down.

The woman in purple among the seven sins saw that the situation was not good, and dodged to catch the night owl.

At this time, Ryoyuki saw the killer hidden in the shadows clearly, she was dressed in a black night suit, her long hair was braided behind her back, and her mouth and nose were covered by a demon mask. The night owl knelt on one knee, blood flowed out of the mask, and he punched with all his strength, and he was careless by a solid landslide fist, and at this moment, the true qi in his body was chaotic, and his internal organs were like fire.

Dao Tong flashed beside her, his palm pressed against her shoulder, and the dark red light surged, helping her calm her qi and blood.

After a few breaths, the little monk opened his eyes and waved his hand to put the demon fox's moving body into the mustard seeds carried by the Buddha beads. As a low-level tangible space, mustard seeds could not be loaded into any living creatures with thoughts and souls, but at this time, the fox demon mind was imprisoned in the Phaseless Tower, and the remaining physical body was naturally not a problem.

The little monk didn't turn around and communicate with Liangzhi, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't. He staggered a few steps and stepped into the formation set up by Li Lao.

"I'll sleep for a while. He only had time to say these few words, so as not to worry everyone in the palace.

Then he fell straight back.

At this time, the little monk did not have half of his cultivation in his body, and his consciousness fell into the deepest sleep. If the back of the head hits the ground, the injury will naturally not be, and a big bag will not run. So the fat man was startled, and took three steps and two steps to hold the building, since he saw the price paid by the little monk for Hanamai that day, he treated him as if he were his own brother.

Liang Zhi saw that the building was fine, but he was overconsumed, so he also put his mind at ease, flicked his sleeves, and faced the five killers in the shop again.

But at this time, the faces of the remaining five people were not good-looking, Dao Tong's face was gloomy, and he had not yet fought with all his strength, and he had actually damaged two of them, and even the fox demon's mind did not know where it was taken, but fortunately, the little monk was completely out of strength, and he could not be a threat again. At this time, the night owl's qi and blood have calmed down a little, and he has the strength to fight.

"Let's go all out, don't make any extraneous branches!" Dao Tong said hoarsely.

Dao Tong's whole body was covered with blood, and the nine volumes of Qimen blood cultivation were wrapped in bursts of fishy qi, attacking the cold!

And Liang Zhi, who was about to withstand the onslaught of the five people, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, originally the task of Lou Lou tonight was to help him control his mind after he completely released the murderous qi in his body, because the magic power of the fox demon had too great an impact on Liang Zhi, who had a murderous energy invading his mind. But I never expected that for some reason, the little monk forcibly opened the Phaseless Tower and took the fox demon in.

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is about to attack like a storm, and between the two fingers of Ryoyuki's right hand, a talisman appears.

A Taoist talisman.

The talisman is about the size of an ordinary person's palm, as thin as a cicada's wings, and the green air on it is swirling, like clouds and mist. If there is a master of the alchemy who is proficient in the rune path here, he will definitely exclaim that the quality of this talisman is so high, it is comparable to an immortal weapon!

Liang Zhi held the talisman in his right hand and circled it in front of him, chanting the mantra in his mouth.

"Smack!" A crisp sound was like a falling chessboard, and Liang Zhi fixed the cyan talisman in the void in front of him!

Where the talisman was, a circle of complex cyan formations appeared, and the rich Taoist aura overflowed like boiling water! Liang Zhi closed his eyes tightly behind the talisman, and his hands pinched like flying, leaving a string of afterimages. Then his feet left the ground and he was suspended a foot in the air, and the majestic aura in the talisman formed a thin cyan line, which continued to merge into the cool dantian.

The Dao Tong who rushed to the scene frowned, and the thoughts in his heart were not smooth, and the cyan talisman made him feel a great threat!

"Can't let him cast a spell successfully!" Dao Tong said secretly in his heart.

Blood Soul Palm!

Dao Tong's eyes were red, and on his childlike right palm, a bone palm made of blood condensed appeared! Bloody, the true qi of the Nine Volumes of Qimen Martial Artists exploded, and the power of the bloodline skyrocketed, slapping towards the talisman with infinite might!

"Ding!!

The crisp sound of metal crashing resounded throughout the palace!

Dao Tong felt a little ridiculous, and thought that he could destroy the talisman with a single blow with all his strength. But just before the contact, in the cyan talisman, suddenly drilled out... What is it?

A sword tip?

That's right, a black sword tip that was a little exaggerated, like a child poking a fish swimming in the water with a branch, and like a girl sneaking out of the house, gently and cautiously leaned out, and happened to hit the blood-colored bone palm.

Dao Tong felt like his spell had hit a mountain!

An unimaginable huge force came from the tip of the sword, the blood-colored bone palm shattered inch by inch, and Dao Tong's young body flew back at a faster speed than when he came, and with a bang, a hole was smashed out of the wall on the west side of the palace.

The little county lord covered her eyes cutely, although she was an enemy, but that Dao Tong looked no more than two years older than herself, and she couldn't bear it.

At this time, on the talisman, after a few pauses in the collision with the bone palm, a huge pitch-black sword was thrown out and plunged heavily into the ground. Immediately after the big sword, there was also a young man!

After seeing the young man's face clearly, everyone in the palace exclaimed in surprise!

"Ryoyu?!"