In the main hall. Huang Ao frowned slightly. He suddenly had a bad feeling. For a tribulation cultivator, this feeling cannot come out of nowhere.
Qian Mo has been paying attention to Huang Ao's every move.
Then he drank a glass of wine and said with a smile: "Old friend, you are not far away from the day when your soul will be robbed."
"It should be within five years."
Qian Mo looked as usual and couldn't help but murmur in his heart, "Huang Ao's cultivation level seems to be improving too fast."
"Have you ever chosen a place to survive the tribulation?"
"When the time comes, I'll just go overseas for a trip. If I can't escape the catastrophe, I can just feed my old bones to the fish on the bottom of the sea, which will be regarded as my return to heaven and earth."
Qian Mo observed that Huang Ao was still a little absent-minded, so he shook his head slightly and said: "There are many sea monsters in the sea causing trouble, and there may be changes. In my opinion, the sect master can go to the treasure place that Taoist Xianyun chose previously."
"Oh? Where will Dao Zun spend his tribulation?"
"Ancient battlefields in the Western Regions."
"Ancient battlefield?" Huang Ao naturally knew this place. There is more than one ancient battlefield in this world.
Ancient times were a time of free-for-all between monks. The several wars recorded in history were more brutal than the war between immortals and demons a thousand years ago.
After the war broke out, the battlefield was in a mess and lifeless. In that kind of place, the land is scorched black, not a blade of grass grows, and the temperature is fluctuating between hot and cold. It is no longer suitable for human survival.
Gan Mo explained: "Some spaces in the ancient battlefield were irreversibly distorted due to the war. Dao Zun used those distorted spaces to cleverly weaken the power of the thunder tribulation. The six hell karma fires cannot all pass through those space."
Huang Ao gasped when he heard this. What Gan Mo said was too important to him.
"However, some distorted spaces will have the opposite effect. Dao Zun also made countless attempts before choosing that place. When the sect master saves the tribulation, I will take the sect master there."
Huang Ao stood up and bowed.
"The soul calamity within the past five years is of course a major concern on his mind right now."
"Then I'll thank you, old friend."
Qian Mo took out another pill.
"This is the calamity-saving pill that I refined for Taoist Xianyun when he was going through the calamity. Eating it can resist the karma fire of the six hells. Now this is the only one left."
"hiss……"
Huang Ao prepared various magical weapons for himself to survive the calamity. He really doesn't have this soul-killing elixir.
The reason why he was so enthusiastic about Qian Mo was actually because he wanted the Soul Saint Alchemist to refine some calamity-saving elixirs for him.
I didn’t expect that. Before he could think of how to speak, the other party actually took out the treasure.
Qian Mo cursed in his heart. "You bastard, what are you doing! You made me take out all the treasures at the bottom of the box."
Although Qian Mo took out the Tribulation Pill. But he didn't say whether he wanted to send it or not. He slowly started talking about the refining method of this elixir.
Everyone in the hall held their breath and listened to the old man's story.
He broke open the calamity-saving elixir and crushed it into pieces, saying that there was too much content. If the great master is willing to teach, who can miss this learning opportunity? All the great monks took out their little notebooks and wrote down everything they could.
Huang Ao is no exception. He listened more carefully.
After all, it would be a great kindness for someone to give you one of this precious treasure. If you want more, you have to refine it yourself.
In the secret room, Pei Feng stepped forward step by step, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"This, this, how is this possible! Is this the Sun-Splitting Divine Sword?"
Pei Feng, who was far away under the Ice and Fire Lake in the Western Region, paused in astonishment.
"Ling'er. Come on, come and feel what this is!"
Tian Ling'er can now briefly connect with the little porcelain doll.
The next moment, Tian Ling'er, Pei Feng's body, and Pei Feng's clone reached a consensus.
Tian Ling'er looked at it. Suddenly he shouted, "This is the Divine Sword. This is the Divine Sword!"
In the secret room, Pei Feng stood there for a long time before he woke up.
Take a closer look at this divine sword. In fact, it is not complete enough. Its blade is only three feet long. It's disproportionate to the huge hilt.
Pei Feng started brainstorming. Connecting everything he knew about Excalibur.
A thousand years ago, during the battle between immortals and demons, the divine sword was obtained by the old leader of the Demon Sect. In that battle, the divine sword broke into two pieces.
The sword body was obtained by the Orthodox Sect and hidden in the Wujimen Sword Tomb. But the hilt of the sword fell on the Demon Sect.
Twenty years ago, three sects launched a surprise attack on the Demon Sect. The new leader, Aotian Demon Lord Qin Rui, and the eldest son Qin Yue were removed by the space magical power of "Taikoo Tianjie". The sword hilt was also snatched back by the three sects. And Huang Ao also participated in that battle.
It seems. The hilt of the sword that was snatched back was placed on Shitian Mountain. These reasonings are not difficult.
It's just this three-foot sword blade...
there is only one truth. The sword body was forged by Huang Ao.
"He is using his mortal body to secretly refine the innate divine weapons. What a big move by Sect Leader Huang!"
A thousand years ago, the old leader of the Demon Sect relied on this sword to suppress two immortals with one person. If this divine sword were to appear again, one can imagine what kind of wave it would cause in the world of cultivation.
No matter what purpose Huang Ao had in refining the divine sword, he was playing with fire!
"No wonder there are such rich Five Elements seeds on Shitian Mountain!" Pei Feng suddenly realized.
Pei Feng scanned the secret room for a week. His face became more and more embarrassed.
On the stone platform not far away, there was an ancient stone hammer. No need to ask, this is another magical weapon.
Huang Ao must have used this hammer to temper the sword body. At this moment, the stone hammer is doing some kind of self-repair at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Presumably this stone hammer needs to be repaired every three months. So Sect Leader Huang will go out of seclusion once every three months!"
Under the divine sword is the everlasting Nine Yang True Fire. The fire is very strong and burns the sword body red.
Pei Feng walked down the stone platform and cautiously walked towards other secret rooms.
In another stone chamber, Pei Feng saw a green jade tablet.
"No words!"
If the jade tablet was laid flat, Pei Feng would think it was just a jade bed for the sect leader to rest and meditate. But if it is established, there must be a mystery.
But there was no writing on it, and there was nothing he could do. He didn't dare touch anything here. If you are not careful, you may be killed and silenced by Sect Leader Huang. He learned a huge secret today.
"Do not move!"
At this moment, Pei Feng received the original thoughts.
"Keep an eye on this monument."
This monument is not without words. But he cannot see the words with his naked eyes. Ling'er was able to see the inscription clearly.
After the exchange of ideas, Pei Feng learned another shocking secret.
This inscription records how to refine the divine weapon into a life weapon.
"Bind the divine weapons!"
After Ling'er wrote down the inscription, he fed it back to the two Pei Feng. All doubts have answers.
Huang Ao, the leader of the Shitian Weapon Sect, used this method to refine the Sun-Splitting Divine Sword into a life weapon.
That's why he was able to refine the sword body, and that's why his cultivation level improved so quickly. The little person in the eyes of the Ghost Saint is about to face a soul catastrophe in just twenty years.
Nowadays, forging the sword body is also to improve Huang Ao's own cultivation. Once the Divine Sword is completed. Huang Ao is the sword holder, and his soul turns into the sword spirit of the divine sword. At that time, the human sword will become one, and the Sun-Splitting Divine Sword will return to the world.
Beads of sweat rolled down Pei Feng's forehead. He can't tell whether this is good or bad?
If Huang Ao can wield the sword to eradicate evil after the divine sword is born, everything will be fine. The catastrophe may also be prevented by today's giant of cultivation.
But if Huang Ao is a sanctimonious person. If he has this power, it will be another catastrophe for mankind. Today, there is no immortal couple like Xiaoyao Xianzun and Azuzun to stop the power of the divine sword.
Pei Feng prefers the latter. If he thought Huang Ao was okay, how could he sneak into this place?
Pei Feng dragged his heavy steps into another stone room. There is a jade talisman displayed on the stone platform here. This Pei Feng knew was the life jade talisman refined by Ying Hui.
Pei Feng took a step closer and saw cracks on the jade paper. It could fall apart at any time.
At this moment, the hair on Pei Feng's body suddenly rose. Because he heard faint breathing coming from behind.
His body was already stiff and unable to move. He slowly turned his head and saw someone staring at him from behind. For a moment, Pei Feng felt his scalp numb.
It was a middle-aged woman. Wearing a red dress with disheveled hair, her appearance could not be seen clearly. Like a ghost in the night.
"You, are you a human or a ghost?"
Seeing that the woman didn't respond, Pei Feng asked tremblingly, "Who are you?" In his heart, he was more willing to accept that this was a person.
The woman finally spoke, "You are not from the Shitian Artifact Sect."
The deathly silence left Pei Feng at a loss. The first thing he thought of was the other party's cultivation. Being able to appear quietly behind him meant that this woman's cultivation was naturally not inferior to his. What's more, if he takes action here, he will inevitably expose himself. He is already in a desperate situation.
The woman continued, "If I hadn't used the magic weapon to block your breath in time, your whereabouts would have been exposed when you came in."
Pei Feng was doubtful.
"You just read out some words on the jade stone. It surprised me. I really want to know why you can see those words."
Pei Feng still didn't answer.
The woman seemed to be talking to herself, "Those words were carved by Huang Ao's own hands. Only the weapon spirit can see them. Since you have read those words, you should know that Huang Ao's soul is now considered a weapon spirit. So you just Standing in front of the Divine Sword, how could he not notice it?"
Pei Feng took a breath of cold air. Only then did he know that what the woman in red was saying was true.
"Thank you, senior, for taking action for me. May I ask who you are? Why are you in this secret room?"
"My name is Yang Xu. I was a disciple of the Shitian Artifact Sect."
After the woman finished speaking, she looked at Pei Feng's expression and said, "It seems you haven't heard of my name."
"This junior came to Shitian Mountain with Master, and only stayed here for a few days."
The woman smiled lightly and said, "After staying for a few days, we can come here."
Pei Feng was speechless.
Fortunately, the woman didn't seem to be interested in Pei Feng's identity.
"You have found out the secret of Qi Zong. No matter which faction you are from, if Huang Ao doesn't find you, you should leave quickly. Otherwise, you will definitely die based on your cultivation."
"Thank you for your help, senior."
Pei Feng didn't dare to stay any longer. Now he's on thin ice. After bowing deeply to the woman in red, he turned and walked towards the portal.
"Wait a minute." The woman in red spoke again. "Have you ever heard of another name in Qi Zong?"
"Senior, please tell me."
"His name is Ying Hui."
Pei Feng turned around and nodded heavily. "Who knows the name of Third Senior Brother!"
The expression of the woman in red changed slightly. The eyes in the messy hair suddenly lit up.
"he……"
After the woman in red only said one word, there was nothing more to say.
Pei Feng pondered for a moment and replied seriously: "Senior Yinggui, you are not dead."
"What did you say!" The woman in red rushed forward and grabbed Pei Feng's arm.
Pei Feng already had a guess about the identity of the woman in red.
"I said, Senior Yinghui is not dead!"
