"Holy Son, let's fight as quickly as possible, there are many dangers in this Purple Thunder Gorge now!"

The old man on crutches had a solemn face. With a deep sigh, the momentum of the whole body exploded, and the phantom of the red lotus in the center of the eyebrows bloomed.

An ugly monster whose body melts into the rocks is very difficult. The old man was also angry, and his palm spiritual power surged, and streams of thunder and lightning converged.

"Little Thunder Realm!"

In less than a moment, lightning suddenly appeared out of thin air, and lightning struck on the surrounding rocks.

The strange ugly demon beast, although it squirmed rapidly among the rocks, was still struck by this thunderbolt. Only a terrible scream was heard. It's a quick escape.

The two guards next to him were all secretly shocked, and they couldn't imagine that such a demon beast would even force out the secret method of Crane Lao's 'Little Thunder Realm'.

The old man frowned, seeing that the demon beast was fleeing, he didn't plan to pursue, and quickly said to others: "Let's leave the Purple Thunder Gorge quickly!"

As he spoke, the red lotus phantom on the old man's eyebrows flickered, and his eyes burst out with a golden light.

The old man forcibly used his cultivation to split a piece of fog.

Walk!

Without saying a word, several people quickly rushed towards the outer edge of Zilei Gorge.

......

And Wang Qiu had already returned to the White Lotus Dojo.

Mei Zizi played with the magic weapon in her hand, this thing is not a spiritual weapon, it has not opened the spiritual intelligence, and there is no instrument spirit. Although there is a mental connection with the owner, it will not fly away on its own initiative.

Moreover, the magic weapon can only be sensed by the mind at a certain distance from the owner, and if it exceeds too far distance, it will also cut off contact with the owner.

Back in the courtyard, Wang Qiu thief swept around, empty, and the White Lotus Daoist didn't know where he went.

Wang Qiu closed the door, sat cross-legged on the wooden couch, and began to study the flying sword. This sword is cold in the hand, the shape of the sword body is exquisite, and a strange pattern seems to be flashing with spiritual power.

On the hilt of the sword, Wang Qiu found a white jade stone about the size of a thumb that shimmered with a bright luster.

"What is this?"

Wang Qiu touched it curiously, but he felt that it contained a pure spiritual power. And the reason why the spirit pattern burned by the sword body can exude ghostly spiritual power. It is from this jade stone that the past is transmitted.

What Wang Qiu didn't know was that the spirit pattern of this sword body was the magic circle that the refining cultivator had inscribed on it. And this jade is a spirit stone that the monks are vying to get!

The reason why a magic weapon becomes a magic weapon is because the formation burned by the magic weapon itself only needs spiritual power to urge it, and it can spray out spells.

Like this flying sword in Wang Qiu's hand, it burned an ice spirit array.

As long as the monk instills spiritual power into the sword body, he will be able to unleash the cold aura of ice and cold qi and fight against the enemy, which is equivalent to an extra help. As long as the spiritual power is sufficient, it can freeze the enemy, so that it can kill with one hit.

Wang Qiu's mind moved, and the spiritual power in the dantian injected the flying sword from his fingers along the tendons.

Buzzing......

In an instant, the body of the flying sword trembled, the recorded spirit pattern emitted a dazzling light, and a cold air erupted from the tip of the sword, directly freezing the square table in the room.

Wang Qiu stared at his pockets, and in addition to being shocked in his heart, he was actually a little excited. This is really a good baby!

At this moment, the sound of White Lotus Dao being panting came from outside.

Wang Qiu was excited and hurriedly put away the flying sword. Hidden under the mattress. Got up and walked out of the yard.

"Master, you ...... What's wrong with you?"

The White Lotus Daoist looked embarrassed at the moment, with a nervous expression on his face.

"Stinky boy, pack up your things and come with me right away!"

The White Lotus Daoist dropped a sentence, and immediately rushed into his room, making a ping-pong sound inside.

It looked like the house was going to be demolished.

The moment Wang Qiu was stunned, the White Lotus Daoist had already grasped the white banner in his hand, and there was some softness on his back. Rushed out.

"What's wrong, master?"

Wang Qiu had a bad premonition in his heart.

The White Lotus Daoist looked at Wang Qiu and glared angrily and scolded: "Quickly pack up your things, and follow me immediately!"

Wang Qiu sighed, and immediately rushed into the room to pack up the baggage. Just as he was about to leave, Wang Qiu hurried to the side of the bed as if he remembered something, lifted the mattress and grabbed the flying sword, and hid it along the cuffs. And then ran out of the yard.

The White Lotus Daoist looked anxiously into the distance.

With Wang Qiu, he ran towards the mountains behind Zilei Gorge.

Wang Qiu was a little confused, he didn't know what was going on from the beginning to the present. It's just that he followed the White Lotus Dao people along the way.

Wang Qiu ran up because he had a flying sword hidden along his arm in his sleeve, and he waved one arm straight, which looked very funny.

The White Lotus Daoist looked back at him from time to time. Naturally, Wang Qiu's cat was found.

"What's the matter with your arm?"

Wang Qiu coughed dryly, squeezed out a smile, and said, "No...... Didn't ...... much."

The White Lotus Daoist snorted coldly, grabbed Wang Qiu, and touched his cuffs. Feel a hard object. He smiled at Wang Qiu, and pulled out the flying sword from Wang Qiu's sleeve.

"What is this?"

The White Lotus Daoist's gaze slowly moved from the flying sword in his hand to Wang Qiu. His eyes were fixed on Wang Qiu.

Wang Qiu smiled and said, "This ...... I...... Picked up ......"

The White Lotus Daoist snorted, glanced up at the direction of the mountain, and said in a deep voice: "Later, I'll clean up your ......" spoke, turned around and continued to walk towards the mountain.

Wang Qiu took a deep breath and followed closely, thinking about how to tell his master about this flying sword all the way......

After a while, the White Lotus Daoist took Wang Qiu into a deep mountain and dense forest.

Here, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, and the branches are fangs and claws, covering the sky and the sun.

After walking for a while, the White Lotus Daoist got into it through a crack in the stone under a rock in front of him.

Wang Qiu looked up and looked around, and then looked at the stone crack that the White Lotus Daoist had drilled into, and muttered in his heart: "It turns out that the master still has such a hiding place, isn't there a little girl here...... But this is not very likely, just the master's body...... Tsk......" Wang Qiu shook his head.

"What are you doing, get in!"

Suddenly, the White Lotus Daoist stretched out his head from the crack in the stone, and looked at Wang Qiu with wide eyes.

Only then did Wang Qiu crawl through the crack in the stone.

"Wow, master, it turns out that you still have such a hidden nest here......"

As soon as Wang Qiu entered the stone crevice, there was a cave, and his vision suddenly opened up. The White Lotus Daoist lit the red candle on the rock wall. The cave became clear in an instant.

It's better than the courtyard down the mountain, with stone tables and benches, beds, and well-arranged.

While Wang Qiu was curiously looking around, the White Lotus Daoist was already sitting on the stone bench, grabbing the flying sword he had snatched from Wang Qiu in his hand and examining it carefully.

"Good guy, it turned out to be a low-grade magic weapon!Say, where did you come from?" the White Lotus Daoist asked, his voice like thunder, startling Wang Qiu.