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Feeling that his divine consciousness had soared, Qin Tian's eyes closed again, and the blue light surging all over his body.

After an hour of incense, Qin Tian's eyes opened, and a few traces of turbid air exhaled from his nose, and there were a few traces of strange black silk swimming in them.

Qin Tian swept his injured arm again, his expression couldn't help but relax, at this time, his arm had already returned to normal, and several finger holes were also slowly repaired under the repair of spiritual power.

"Finally stripped this terrible corpse poison out. Qin Tian's brows stretched slightly, and he secretly said in his heart.

Then, with a flash of light in his eyes, he pulled out a small black sword from his bosom.

It was during the battle in the Valley of the Corpse King that Qin Tian forcibly erased the divine sense mark left on it by the thin man and seized a spiritual weapon.

A hint of joy flashed in Qin Tian's eyes, and he slowly looked at the dark black sword in his hand.

The body of the dark black sword flashed with a cyan edge, and unknown runes were densely engraved on it, which was extremely mysterious.

At this time, Qin Tian threw the small sword into the air, and with one hand, he shot out a cyan spiritual light towards the void.

The body of the dark little sword shone brightly, fixed in the void, buzzing and trembling.

Seeing this, Qin Tian put one hand to his chest, and a little blue light flashed away.

At the same time, Qin Tian opened his mouth, and a ball of essence blood flew out with a "whoosh", shooting towards the dark sword.

As soon as the essence blood fell on the body of the dark little sword, it suddenly exploded and turned into a cloud of blood mist, enveloping the dark little sword inside.

At this time, Qin Tian's face was solemn, and with one hand, he pinched the trick, and struck dozens of magic decisions into the dark black sword in the void, and for a while, the aura continued to shake in the dark stone room.

After a few hours, Qin Tian sweated profusely and put away his gestures, his face looked a little pale, obviously because he had consumed too much spiritual power.

In the void, the blood mist around the dark little sword disappeared, and it had all been submerged into the body of the little sword.

At this time, the dark little sword seemed to have spirituality, the ghostly light on the sword flickered, and a crisp buzzing sword sound spread.

Feeling the wonderful feeling of his mind and the little sword, as if he was at will, Qin Tian's face showed a hint of satisfaction.

"Go!" Qin Tian pointed at the stone wall opposite and shouted in a low voice.

The dark little sword flickered in the void and stabbed straight towards the stone wall.

"Snort", a crisp cutting sound sounded, and I saw that the dark little sword was like cutting tofu, and the stone wall was broken through a huge hole in an instant.

Seeing this, a hint of joy flashed in Qin Tian's eyes, and with a move with one hand, the dark little sword suddenly flew back and returned to his hand.

"This sword is quite sharp, but it is a good spiritual weapon. Let me first see what grade it is. Qin Tian's eyes flashed, and the blue light in his hand surged into the small sword.

With the continuous injection of spiritual power, the ghost light of the sword body of the small sword was released, and then, colorful spiritual patterns emerged from the small sword.

"One, two, three, four, five", Qin Tian counted the number of spirit patterns that emerged, a total of five.

"I didn't expect this to be a medium-grade spiritual weapon", Qin Tian showed a hint of surprise.

First of all, the weapons used by monks are divided into magic weapons, spiritual weapons, Taoist weapons, and magic weapons, and their rank is determined according to the number of spiritual patterns on the weapons.

As far as spiritual weapons are concerned, spiritual weapons are divided into upper, middle, and lower grades, and spiritual weapons can be blessed with up to nine spiritual patterns, and at least one. If it exceeds nine, it will become a Taoist weapon, or even a higher level.

1 to 3 are divided into lower grades, 4 to 6 are divided into medium grades, and 7 to 9 are divided into upper grades. And there are a total of five spiritual patterns on the dark little sword, which is a medium-grade spiritual weapon. "This mission is dangerous, I have to familiarize myself with this spiritual weapon first. Qin Tian's eyes flashed, and he flashed out of the stone room.

The last time he fought with the young man in white, he suffered the loss of not having a spiritual weapon. The bronze coffin of the white-clothed young man had pushed him into a desperate situation several times, and if he had a spiritual weapon in his hand, he would not have been as wolf as he had been at the beginning, and he would have almost died.

Thinking about it, Qin Tian got out of the cave and threw the small sword into the void, and the sword body swelled and became

A few feet of sword.

I saw that it was a little empty, and a dragonfly fell on the sword, and as soon as the ghost light of the small sword flourished, it turned into a ghost light and disappeared into the mountains and forests under the mountain.

............

After a few hours,

Qin Tian sat cross-legged on the edge of the small lake at the bottom of the mountain, his eyes slightly closed and pranayama.

At this time, it is dusk, the sun is setting, and the surface of the small lake is sparkling, and there is a piece of broken gold. By the lake, the grass is verdant, and some unknown wildflowers bloom, and the flowers are green.

Sometimes, you can often see some small animals, drinking water by the lake, chasing and playing among the flowers and plants, not afraid of people at all, and sometimes curiously scurrying around Qin Tian sitting on the bluestone by the lake......

At this time, Qin Tian, who was closing his eyes and breathing, had a strange color on his face with a calm face.

Opening his eyes, Qin Tian took out an object from his arms, which was the communication disk.

At this moment, the communication disk was bubbling with an earthy golden halo, buzzing and trembling.

Qin Tian's eyes froze, and he shot a spiritual light into it with one hand.

In a flash of inspiration, when the pointer turned, small golden characters emerged.

After a while, Qin Tian's eyes flashed, and he put away the communication disk.

Then he stomped his feet, flashed, rose into the air, and rushed halfway up the mountain.

............

In the sky above Qingshui Town, in the distant sky, a black dot is gradually getting bigger.

The four of Qin Tian stood in an open place, all staring at the black dots in the distance. And Qin Tian was still holding a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl in his hands.

In their field of vision, the black dot grew larger and larger, and it turned out to be a helicopter.

It didn't take long for the helicopter to fly above the heads of the four. The plane slowly landed with the sound of wings whistling and a gust of wind.

The wings slowly stopped spinning, the cabin doors opened, and several figures leaped out of the helicopter bay.

And one of them, Qin Tian recognized at a glance, it was the current leader of the Heavenly Group.

The leader of the group out of the sky, there were three other people, a beautiful woman in plain clothes, an old man with white eyebrows who was quite immortal, and an old man in a gray robe who looked gloomy.

At this time, Su Qingshi, who was standing beside Qin Tian, suddenly had a joy on his face, and a flash appeared in front of the white-eyed old man.

"Master, why is your old man here!" As soon as Su Qingshi ran closer, she pulled up the old man's sleeve, her face was happy, and there was a hint of coquettishness.

"I heard that your mission is very dangerous, and the teacher can't rest assured that you, so I came here. The white-eyed old man smiled kindly, looking at Su Qingshi, his eyes were full of love.

"Qing'er, are you injured?" The white-eyed old man was so keen, and he sensed that his beloved aura's aura was floating, so he put his hand on Su Qingshi's wrist with a shocked face.

"The foundation is unstable, and the blood is empty. The white-eyed old man used his spiritual power to probe the situation in Su Qingshi's body, and his brows gradually furrowed.