Liu Yingxiu's flying sword is a second-order spiritual weapon.

The spirit sword has a spirit, even if its former master has died, and the sword soul refined by countless days and nights of painstaking sacrifices will be annihilated, but the spirituality of the flying sword itself makes it unwilling to surrender to the enemy Wang Chen.

It wants to run!

"town!"

With Wang Chen's deep shout, the talismans pasted on the four walls of the secret room lit up one by one.

At the same time, he shot like lightning, pasting more than a dozen seal seals on the flying sword in one breath, forcibly suppressing the rebellious sword spirit.

This Tier 2 spiritual weapon was unexpectedly sealed by him forcefully.

Although it is still suspended in the air, it cannot move half an inch.

But Wang Chen knew that this was just the beginning.

The current flying sword is like a wild horse that has just escaped from the fence, longing for freedom.

I want to put the rein on it again, but I don't have the strength to crush it.

That can only be worn down slowly.

He held the flying sword and sat cross-legged on the ground.

The sword finger of his right hand wiped the extremely sharp blade, leaving a long bloodstain immediately.

Blood sacrifice, sword sacrifice first step!

Lingjian seemed to have sensed Wang Chen's intentions, and trembled violently again, intending to struggle and resist.

However, Wang Chen's left hand was like iron tongs, tightly locking the hilt of the sword.

The town seal talisman attached to the body of the sword continuously released the power of suppression, trapping a bit of spirituality within the body of the sword.

A second-level spiritual weapon is not a third-level magic weapon after all, and the sword is more lively and lacks flexibility. As a result, Wang Chen firmly grasped the initiative.

Immediately afterwards, he poured mana into the sword and began to refine this precious spiritual sword!

To avenge his own Fire Crow Sword!

Wang Chen's Fire Crow Sword and this flying sword were shaken hard once, and the aura was shattered and the root was damaged. It must be repaired before it can be used again, otherwise it will inevitably break.

There is no doubt that the Fire Crow Sword is far worse than this flying sword!

So even if this flying sword cannot see the light, Wang Chen will keep it as his own and use it as a trump card at critical moments.

With the passage of time, Wang Chen soon fell into a situation of forgetting both things and me.

Only the talismans on the surrounding walls still emit a faint glow, which flickers on and off like breathing!

...

Wufeng Mountain, Xuanming Cave.

Zhang Hongwen has knelt in front of the Dongfu gate for three days and three nights!

But the eyes of the master of the Zifu were still bright, and his upper body remained straight, without moving half a distance.

It's just that in the depths of his eyes, there is a trace of sadness and mourning that cannot be erased.

Zhang Hongwen regretted it very much now.

At that time, he shouldn't have chased out Wind and Thunder Valley for a Thunderbird.

But who would have thought that something would happen just when he was leaving!

It's too late to say anything now.

The Master of Zifu closed his eyes, and Liu Yingxiu's frown and smile immediately appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Has become a heart demon!

Liu Yingxiu is an orphan without father or mother. Zhang Hongwen found her in the weeds by the side of the road twenty years ago.

Because she has a very good root, Zhang Hongwen brought her back to Wufeng Mountain.

Nurture carefully.

Zhang Hongwen watched Liu Yingxiu grow up day by day. They are called master and apprentice but are actually father and daughter, with extremely deep feelings.

And because of Liu Yingxiu, the master of Zifu has never had a Taoist partner.

He placed great hopes on Liu Yingxiu.

Now that hope is completely shattered, Zhang Hongwen's only thought is to find the murderer and avenge his most beloved disciple!

For this reason, he specially came to Xuanming Cave and begged the Supreme Elder Li Xuanji to perform a heavenly secret technique.

But it's very hard.

All monks who have mastered the secret art have always been cautious in using the secret art. Many times they would rather offend a large number of people than use this spell easily.

Losing one's life and one's cultivation, who wants to!

Moreover, the person Zhang Hongwen asked for help was a Jindan Daoist.

On the bright side, there are two Jindan real people in Wufeng Mountain.

Actually three.

It's just that this Supreme Elder's presence in the sect is extremely low, there are very few ordinary outer disciples, and there is a third golden elixir hidden in his own sect.

Strictly speaking, Zhang Hongwen is not qualified to make such a request to Li Xuanji.

Even if his master, Master Miao Qing, was here, he would not be able to talk about it.

But on the one hand, Zhang Hongwen did not hesitate to pay the price, and on the other hand, Wufeng Mountain also wanted to catch the murderer very much, so he was able to kneel in front of the cave where Li Xuanji practiced for three days and three nights.

Not driven away.

Probably because hard work paid off, the stone door in front of Zhang Hongwen, which was carved with densely packed talismans, suddenly opened.

An old voice rang in his ear: "Come in."

Zhang Hongwen suddenly seemed to grab a life-saving straw, and jumped into the cave.

He met Li Xuanji.

This Jindan real person who has been unknown in Wufeng Mountain has gray hair all over his head, the gully on his face can kill flies, and he exudes the breath of dying, obviously not far from the end.

But his eyes are bright and bright, even with a trace of childlike innocence.

"I already know about you."

After Zhang Hongwen finished his salute, the aged Jindan Daoist said slowly, "Give me the things."

In his voice, there is a vicissitudes of seeing through the world.

"Thank you, elder!"

Zhang Hongwen quickly took out a leaf from the storage bag, and offered it to Li Xuanji with both hands.

This leaf was stained with blood from Liu Yingxiu's death in battle.

And because it was obtained at the scene of the incident, it is very suitable for deduction of secrets.

Zhang Hongwen clenched his fist secretly.

As long as he gets the confirmed information from the murderer, even if he sacrifices his life, he will smash the other party's body into thousands of pieces!

Otherwise, there is no way to get rid of the demons in the heart.

Li Xuanji took the leaves, then took out a small piece of tortoise shell from his cuff, and stroked it lightly.

This thing has long been ground out of the pulp, and it is full of ancient spirit and spirituality.

Li Xuanji pointed at the tortoise shell, and a drop of bright red blood dripped from the fingertip and smeared it.

This drop of golden elixir true blood was completely absorbed by the tortoise shell!

Li Xuanji closed his eyes, stroked the tortoise shell with his fingers, and looked extremely serious.

Although Zhang Hongwen was a monk on the eighth floor of the Purple Mansion, he didn't dare to take a breath at this moment.

For fear of disturbing the deduction of the real person.

As time passed, Li Xuanji didn't move at all, as if he had turned into a clay statue.

Zhang Hongwen could only wait.

Suddenly, Li Xuanji opened his eyes and took a deep look at Zhang Hongwen: "It's a pity."

Before Zhang Hongwen could understand, he whispered, "Let it go."

As soon as the words fell, the eyes, ears, mouth and nose of this Jindan real person leaked jade glue.

He also took his last breath.

Zhang Hongwen was dumbfounded and couldn't believe his eyes.

Li Xuanji actually sat down!

He felt an indescribable force in the dark, silently enveloping himself.

Fear flooded the body and mind of the master of Zifu! ——

The second one is delivered.

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