The power of merit is much more difficult to grasp than the power of true qi or divine consciousness, this special power seems to be elusive, and it does not belong to Zhou Yue himself at all, in a sense similar to the power of the magic weapon, but it is more difficult to invoke than the power of the magic weapon. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Condensation!"

Zhou Yue drank lightly again, trying to squeeze the power of merit distributed in his body with his divine sense, but this barbaric control method alone could not mobilize this magical power, and the two were not the power of the same system at all.

It's like a great Confucian with a lotus tongue explaining an article to a ploughing cow, even if this great Confucian speaks dryly, the ploughing cow can't understand a bit. Zhou Yue encountered this kind of situation at this time, he could only control the strength of the power of merit in his body by urging Ze Wang Ding through his true qi, but he could not directly control the power of merit.

"How to release this power out of the body......" Zhou Yue couldn't help but recall the scene when he first achieved the release of true qi, if he remembered it well, the monk's release of true qi should start by condensing the true qi power into bundles.

"Bundle...... Bundle...... That's right, the sword!"

Zhou Yue pondered for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, since the power of Ze Wang Ding's merits was evenly distributed in the body, what about the Yue Xiaojing who acted directly on the outside?

Just think of it, Zhou Yue immediately thought about it, and Ze Wang Ding, who controlled his body, turned into a moon smile, and a sharp moon flower qi blade appeared in his heart, Zhou Yue carefully looked at the image of the moon smile that appeared in his mind, and at the same time observed the changes in the power of merit-

Under his careful observation, the difference soon became apparent.

First of all, the power of merit that Yue Xiaojing can mobilize is much weaker than that of Ze Wang Ding, this is because the legend of Yue Xiao Jing is not as well-known as Ze Wang Ding, and the cultivation of the monks who are praised is not high. Secondly, Yue Xiaojing's merit power took on a standard bundle shape, or a sword shape, and this power could not be bent, but it could easily be ejected out of Zhou Yue's body.

Zhou Yue couldn't help but fall into contemplation, so it seems that although Yue Xiaojing and Ze Wang Ding have been integrated, the power of merit between the two is still distinct, Ze Wang Ding's power is uniform and changeable, but it is not suitable for releasing out of the body, and Yue Xiaojing's power is very condensed, and it will not be dispersed outside the body while being inflexible.

So, what about the other merit artifacts?

Zhou Yue suddenly remembered the strange short blade that he had obtained before, which could avoid the heavenly thunder, and he immediately thought about it and turned Ze Wang Ding into that short blade.

"Boom!"

As if Hong Zhong Da Lu sounded in his ears, Zhou Yue trembled violently, and for a while, his body was filled with invisible power, which was the power of merit emanating from the short blade!

Zhou Yue's face changed, the power of merit in this short blade was far above Ze Wang Ding!

Although Ze Wang Ding is his natal magic weapon, it is impossible to devour such a short blade, the devouring of merit holy weapons follows the principle of the strong devouring the weak, even if the monk's natal magic weapon is invincible at the beginning, it is impossible to forcibly defeat the opponent who is much stronger than himself, it seems that it was the short blade himself who chose to be fused by Ze Wang Ding.

With such a strong power of merit, I am afraid it can be compared with the main tripod of Zewang Ding, Zhou Yue took a deep look at the mysterious short blade floating on the platform, and the idea of looking for the identity of the short blade arose in his heart.

The merit holy weapon that can be compared to Ze Wang Ding is at least the magic weapon of the six emperors and twenty-eight kings!

The merit power of this mysterious short blade is not only extremely condensed, but also can easily change shape, starting from Zhou Yue's body, the power of merit that travels around within a radius of five zhang, the overall look is extremely aggressive, perhaps the function of this short blade is not limited to resisting the thunder, but can also be used as an attack.

Zhou Yue felt the power of three different merits, and gradually had a trace of enlightenment in his heart.

He took a deep breath, and used all his true qi to inject into the short blade, and the strange short blade immediately let out an excited buzz, as if he understood Zhou Yue's plan, and separated a wisp of merit power towards Zhou Yue's fingertips, and when the power of merit reached its peak, a short blade phantom appeared in front of Zhou Yue's palm!

"Broken!"

Zhou Yue stabilized his true qi, and with a roar of anger, he directly pierced the short blade phantom in his hand into the eyebrows of the warrior sitting in front of him!

"Boom ......"

There seemed to be a low thunder in his ears, but Zhou Yue didn't know that at this moment, lightning and thunder were thundering in the sky above the cave where the Juan tribe was hiding, dark clouds covered half of the sky, and the thick electric snake was swimming freely in the clouds, as if a catastrophe had come!

The power of the strange short blade rushed directly into the limbs and hundreds of bones of Xunli, like an angry wave washed away all the impurities in Xunli's body, and in just a moment, a yellow grimace with a frightened face appeared behind Xunli, and the grimace opened its mouth and let out a loud roar, and then it was completely shattered by the mighty merit power of the strange short blade!

"That's ......"

Zhou Yue sensed the power of different kinds of merit that was gradually dissipating in the air, and this power should be the culprit that prevented Xunli's recovery. At this time, the merit power of the strange shortblade was like a hunger devouring the yellow grimace that was about to disappear in front of him, it seemed that this power of merit of the strange shortblade was the best tonic for the strange shortblade!

"Buzz...... Zheng!"

Almost at the same time, the other two weaker merit powers surged out of Zhou Yue's body under the cover of the strange short-bladed merit power, and they were none other than Ze Wang Ding and Yue Xiaojing!

The three merit holy weapons that were fused into one quickly ate up the power of the different kinds of merit in front of Zhou Yue, as if nothing had happened just now, and the monks below the Yuan Infant Realm might not be able to notice the abnormality here at all!

Zhou Yue's heart moved, he didn't pay attention to Xunli, who had regained his calmness, but focused on the three merit powers in front of him, Zhou Yue gently stretched out his hand to touch the merit power belonging to Ze Wang Ding, and the image of Ze Wang Ding suddenly appeared in his heart.

"A thousand years ago, there was a great flood that swept through the world......"

In a trance, Zhou Yue seemed to have a mortal academy in front of him, and the gentleman of the school did not explain the article, but told the students about the legends that have been passed down since ancient times, and he was talking about the place where King Ze controlled the water.

The scene in front of Zhou Yue's eyes turned, and he came to a stone room, and an old man who built the foundation realm said in a reverent tone to the apprentice in front of him who had just started: "A thousand years ago, there was a great monk, Mingze, whose cultivation was unfathomable, suppressed the river with his own strength, turned the tide, and then cast a tripod to suppress the water veins of the world......"

Youqi Xiu shook his head and answered questions for his disciples: "Legend has it that there are countless heavy weapons in the world, but there are four instruments that lead the way, one of which is called Ze Wang Ding, and the other is called ......."

The vendors in Youfang Market are talking about the magic weapon in their hands to sell: "This is Ze Wang Ding, but what I have in my hand is just an imitation, and it is far from the real thing......

In an instant, Zhou Yue understood the essence of the power of merit, that is the shape of legend!

At this moment, the entire human cultivation world does not know how many monks and how many living beings are praising Zewang and Zewang Ding, with their description, the power that originally did not belong to Zewang Ding has truly become the source of power for this Ding, making Zewang Ding a human holy weapon worthy of that legend!

"I see...... Zhou Yue turned his gaze to Yue Xiaojing on the side, he took a deep breath, emptied the distracting thoughts in his heart, and then touched it lightly-

"Ladies and gentlemen, whether this trip can go smoothly depends on the Holy Sword You!"

In the dimly lit lobby, several mortals dressed as warriors saluted a sharp sword hanging from the wall, and they raised their wine glasses in unison, almost simultaneously drinking the wine in the glass!

"In ancient times, there was a famous sword, its light was like the moon, and when the sword came out, it was like a beautiful woman smiling, so the name was the moon smiling. "Above the pavilion in the clouds, a sword corrects the sword and turns it into a pen, and writes the stone steps under his feet.

In the Fang City, a monk tried his best to exaggerate what he could, dancing and imitating the posture of the original sword immortal slaying demons, and said coldly: "As soon as the moon smile came out, the demons retreated, and even the nine-headed snake could only fall helplessly. ”

Zhou Yue withdrew his hand, and with some nervousness, he focused on the last of the most powerful merit powers.

The power of this merit comes from the strange short blade that can avoid the thunder tribulation, but I don't know what the origin of this short blade is, Zhou Yue calmed down, and then stretched out his hand to the power that represented the strange short blade!

"Boom!"

The sound of thunder resounded in the sky, Zhou Yue's pupils shrank, at this time he seemed to be in the thunder that the thunder god had, there was only thunder and lightning between heaven and earth, and the electric snakes in the sky danced wantonly, and the thunder attribute heaven and earth aura that was so rich to the limit almost suffocated Zhou Yue!

"Uh......h Ahh......h Hah!"

In such a strange space, there was a village standing in the sky, and in the village, there were primitively dressed villagers who were constantly kneeling and dancing around a strange cloud of purple thunder and lightning, looking like crazy demons!

Zhou Yue's eyes widened in surprise, he saw with his own eyes that the thick electric snake poured in from the backs of those villagers, but those villagers continued to pose strangely as if they were not affected at all, and shouted with unknown meaning from their mouths!

Immediately after that, Zhou Yue frowned, because he couldn't see through anyone present!

These primitively dressed villagers seemed to have no true qi in their bodies at all, but it was absolutely impossible for mortals to let such a terrifying electric snake swim around their bodies at will without dying, so this group of villagers must be advanced cultivators.

At this moment, except for some monks with special concealment methods, Zhou Yue could see through the vast majority of Yuanying Realm cultivators!

"What the hell is this...... Village ......"

Zhou Yue muttered to himself, he looked up at the monks in strange poses in the sky, and his body gradually began to dance unconsciously with those mysterious villagers, and at the moment when he began to dance, the strange short blade appeared directly above Zhou Yue's head! )