Yin Manman gave many instructions and left behind a pile of third-level super-grade spiritual wine and spiritual fruits before leaving.
All the senior sisters and brothers in the sect were traveling, and only the master who was in a state of trance and Zhong Lingge who was jumping around happily were left in the sect.
She experienced the benefits of foundation building in the yard for a long time, and the most attractive thing was the ability to fly with weapons.
There are a lot of trophies in Zhong Lingge's storage bag, including several flying magic weapons. Although the grade is not very high, they can be used temporarily to practice their skills.
She soon discovered that the feeling of flying with a flying crane was completely different from flying with a flying crane talisman.
When using the Flying Crane Talisman, you can clearly feel that it is heavy and clumsy. You need to rely on the power of the Talisman to hold it up, and it is not effortless to control the Talisman to fly.
As for the royal weapon, the magical weapon and I become one, and I can move at will, just like a bird swimming in the sky. Once I become familiar with the magical weapon, I won't feel the existence of the magical weapon at all, as if I was born with the ability to fly.
Zhong Lingge stepped on a second-level mid-level flying sword and came to the Wanbao Eternal Palace. As soon as he entered the door, he felt like he was in an endless sea of stars, with dots of first- and second-level magic weapons everywhere.
The consciousness after foundation building is sharper than during the Qi refining period. With a little movement, she can sense which magic weapons are suitable for her, and which ones don't need to be looked at at all.
After exploring the telepathy and spiritual consciousness, Zhong Lingge quickly sensed two magical weapons that were suitable for him.
A spiritual pagoda.
A flower with feathery leaves.
The three-story octagonal pagoda is white jade in color. When you look closely, you can see extremely complicated formation runes, which focus on attack and defense as a supplement. The second-level ultra-grade can be used by her until the foundation is completed.
The flower feathers and leaves are both second-order super-grade, with light pink petals falling on a white feather, and a long transparent leaf at the end of the petals.
The petals are slightly folded, making it easier for the monks to sit cross-legged and trim them when walking slowly. The feathers have an acceleration effect. The transparent leaves are made from a variety of defensive materials and are the center of the defensive array of this flying magic weapon.
Zhong Lingge immediately recognized the master of the magic weapon. After his mind connected with the two, he couldn't wait to fly to the practice peak and fight with the formation for a short time.
The Soul-Suppressing Pagoda is 70% to 80% similar to the Linglong Pagoda. It can perform normal attacks, and it can also transform into ferocious monsters to attack. The ultimate attack is to summon the spirit of a four-tailed demon fox sealed within.
The more tails the demon fox clan has, the more powerful they are, with one tail being the lowest and nine tails being the highest.
It is said that there is a group of six-tailed foxes in the Lower Domain, but no one knows where they live or whether they really exist. Foxes with three tails and below are not uncommon, and four-tailed foxes are rare and ferocious beasts, even rarer and harder to find than the Nine-Yin Anaconda.
And this one is not an illusion, but the soul of a second-level ferocious beast sealed inside.
As long as there is enough spiritual energy to stimulate it, this ferocious beast can stand up to a helper of the same realm.
"Lingge Lingge, when do we set off?"
Lin Xiaojiu slept several times during her retreat and could no longer stay any longer.
"Let's go and have fun in the southwest." Zhong Lingge got familiar with the magic weapon, jumped on the flower feather leaves, bowed towards the mountain where his master lived, and then drifted away.
*
"Cough, cough, cough, cough -"
Blackened blood droplets dripped onto the jade stone floor, and the toxicity immediately corroded small holes in the floor.
Bingyi hunched over, covering his painful Dantian with both hands, looking at the ground with hatred in his eyes.
"Are you happy to see me look like this? Hahaha. I have been careful all my life, but I didn't expect to be plotted against by my only disciple. Hu Jiufei, do you really think I can't kill you if I'm poisoned?"
"With your temper, you would have killed me if you could. Why bother talking nonsense with me?"
Hu Jiufei's lean and slightly sunken cheeks have a high-spirited spirit that she has not seen for a long time. It has been almost six years since she was trapped by this eccentric old man. If she is not careful, she will be whipped and scolded. Every time she goes out, she will be punished. If she goes far away, as soon as she leaves the range specified by Bing and Yi, he will appear like a ghost and take her back to be whipped and punished.
Finally she was leaving.
"You always say that I am your only apprentice, but have you forgotten the pile of dead bones on the hillside behind you? Which one was not your 'only' apprentice? Your pleasure is to kidnap people and teach you how to survive What you understand is that you work hard and don't hide anything, and then you are afraid of betrayal, so you kill everyone."
Hu Jiufei discovered the truth three years ago. Silence and forbearance are the habits she has developed since childhood. As an isolated and helpless cultivator, she knows that only by being cautious can the ship sail for thousands of years.
"The only blame is that you are too greedy. You made a deal with an evil cultivator and promised to refine five hundred puppets and human souls for him. If I didn't stop you, wouldn't I just watch you murder five hundred innocent people!"
Hu Jiufei had been preparing to escape, hiding for many years, and finally mixed the poison into Bing Yi's puppet refining tools. The most toxic San Ying Gui Yuan Shui, as long as the amount is enough, can even make the real Nascent Soul collapse when it is about to transform into a god.
Bing and Yi started refining the puppet at noon, and unknowingly it was contaminated with a huge amount of San Ying Gui Yuan Shui. By this time, Yuan Ying had collapsed to the point where it could no longer emit spiritual power.
He felt that his realm was falling, and he tried to hold on by using up his consciousness, but he could only slow down the loss slightly.
He still had a weird and ugly smile on his face, and his voice was always sinister and sarcastic.
"Hehehe, good, very good, you are my only disciple who has not misjudged me. You, you, burn my bones to ashes and take them to the other side of the Green Mountains, to the Golden Crow Kingdom, where I come from, on the edge of the imperial city. Blue Flower Village.”
Bing Yi's thoughts became extremely slow, and ancient images kept flashing in his mind. He "saw" himself when he was a child, helping his family with farming in the field. A pair of foundation-building monks fought and flew to a distant village. With a wave of their sleeves, they destroyed the entire village.
The villagers were dead and mutilated. When he returned home from the fields in tears, he saw mutilated limbs all over the ground and the horrified death of his family members.
He hated monks, but he became a monk again by accident.
"Xuan Yuan, Jiu Xiao Zheng Daodu, deserve to die"
His eyes were red, but his memory became clearer. The two monks who casually destroyed his entire village were wearing the disciple uniforms of Xuanyuan and Jiuxiao.
If they were still alive, they would be real elders of the two sects.
Bingyi suddenly struggled to raise his head, the hatred in his eyes faded away, and when he looked at Hu Jiufei, there was only a hint of pleading in his eyes.
"For the sake of my dedication to teaching you, take me back to find these two people for me and take revenge."
Bingyi threw out two fragments of magical artifacts. They had been left in the storage bag for an unknown period of time, and the aura inside was so light that it was difficult to detect them. The pieces fell to the ground, and the last light in his eyes disappeared.
The Nascent Soul collapsed and lost all its spiritual power. The old body was not able to withstand the overly powerful soul, let alone maintain the heaven-defying longevity.
He calmly sat cross-legged on the spot, took the initiative to dissipate his vitality, and silently sat down, becoming a sculpture no different from a stone statue.
(End of chapter)
