Chapter 103: The Blue-robed Boy
"Boss, do you mean the incident that the former head Chang Yin Zhenren said to us before he passed away?" Tsing Yi's eyes slowly emerged from the thing that Chang Yin Zhenren said a thousand years ago that everyone did not want to happen. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
Shangguan Bingyan nodded, and the sorrow in his heart also made him sigh a long sigh, holding a glimmer of hope, he looked at the sword spirit Qingyi, and said sadly, "Qingyi, this demon soldier Xuanyuan is difficult to seal it with spiritual power this time, right?"
"This time the Demon Soldier Xuanyuan's reaction is different from the past, just now I tried to stabilize the Demon Soldier's anger with the Sword Spirit Breath in the Millennium Xuanbing Lake, but ......" Tsing Yi sighed, his eyes met Shangguan Bingyan's gaze, and continued; "However, this time, there is no trace of the attenuation of the Demonic Qi......"
After Tsing Yi's words settled, Shangguan Bingyan suddenly frowned, as if a big stone was hanging in his heart for a moment, he looked up to the sky and sighed, and said sadly, "If the Demon Soldier Xuanyuan is not firmly minded, I am afraid that the people of this world above the Divine Prefecture will experience another catastrophe of life......
"Master, this Xuanyuan Sword itself is not a demon soldier, if it is obtained by someone with the best heart, it has to be said to be a blessing, however, this Xuanyuan Sword is too heavy, and no one has been able to use it since ancient times to melt his body, but ......"
"But what?" Shangguan Bingyan hurriedly asked Xiang Qingyi, after all, Qingyi was transformed by a sword spirit, and this remark seemed to have a way to crack it.
Tsing Yi looked at Shangguan Bingyan and said lightly, "If you ...... If there is a young man with the Immortal Monarch Taiyi Immortal Pattern True Spirit on this Shenzhou, it is not impossible for the aura of this Xuanyuan Sword to be melted by it and then used by it. ”
"Longevity streak...... That's undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack. Shangguan Bingyan waved his robe, shook his head, and then stood with his hands in his hands, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and said, "Tsing Yi, tomorrow you will get up and go to Xining Pavilion, maybe Xining Pavilion Master Wanning will have some way." ”
Xining Pavilion Pavilion Lord Wanning ...... This name reminded Tsing Yi of the treasure of the Xining Pavilion, the Condensation Soul Suppression Staff, although this treasure was less than one-tenth of the Xuanyuan Sword, but this was undoubtedly not the only way to temporarily restrain the movement of the demon soldier Xuanyuan......
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The early lark sings in the half-light and half-dark sky, and in the far and far sky, a great last morning star is staring, like a lonely eye.
Suddenly, the looming figure with a pair of lonely eyes slowly revealed after the wind dispersed the white clouds, and the wrinkles on the man's face were almost all over every corner, as if he had been entangled in some deep things when he was a teenager and could not extricate himself from it, dressed in a blue robe, and when the wind blew on the man, the man's right sleeve fluttered with the wind......
In this seemingly peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, suddenly, unconsciously, a solemn sense slowly came around the figure.
"Who is Your Excellency?" The blue-robed man also seemed to be a very high cultivator, and almost in the blink of an eye, he sensed the strange smell in this atmosphere.
When the blue-robed man's voice settled, a phantom light appeared not far away, perhaps the extremely fast speed followed by a "whooshing ......".
"Hahahahaha...... I really didn't expect you to realize my existence so quickly, and I really am really a rare talented young man. ”