After thinking for a while, Ye Qingcheng nodded and said: "Okay, I promise you, you will let me recognize you as your master after reaching the immortal level, but before that, you will always be held by me. Is there no problem with that?"
"No problem, I'll just stay in your space ring all the time. Zheng Zhen, I'm very curious. In my remaining memory, even the space magic weapons in the fairy world rarely have the space in your ring." So big. Then, let’s go out first. If it takes a long time, I’m afraid the dragon soul on Panlong Mountain will become suspicious.”
"Wait, I have a last question..." Seeing that Fu Mo was trying to take him away from this area, Ye Qingcheng quickly spoke to stop him. He also had another question that he wanted to clear up.
"What? I've actually answered more than three of your questions. Aren't you satisfied yet? Forget it, since I don't plan to be driven by you until I reach the Immortal level, let me answer your last question."
"Based on what you just said, it seems that you have been sealed in the Buzhou Mountain ruins since you were rescued by my master. Since the Buzhou Mountain ruins are the ruins of ancient monks, they must have existed for at least tens of thousands of years. , if you have really been sealed inside for so long, then what happened to the magic-bending mirror of Lingyuan Sanren that is rumored by the outside world?"
"Oh, so that's what happened. Your master also asked me about this before. According to my estimation, the magic weapon you mentioned about Lingyuan Sanren should be my imitation."
"Imitation? Can the top Tongxuan Lingbao be imitated? This is the human world, not your fairy world." Ye Qingcheng looked a little disbelieving.
"How do I know? No matter how the Lingyuan Sanren possessed a similar magic weapon, I have no memory. There is no existence in the human world that can deprive me of my memory, and I was not driven by the Lingyuan Sanren at all. Impression. And didn’t I hear Yin Shifei say it? The magic-fuming mirror in the hands of Lingyuan Sanren is called the Qiankun Demon-fuming Mirror. It only exists at the level of treasure. Although he had doubted whether Lingyuan Sanren had obtained it, I didn’t dare to say anything. , then he only said that his piece was a treasure, but looking back now, it is unrealistic."
"However, Lingyuan Sanren was not very famous before this, but he shined brightly when he defended the human world and fought against the Demon Tribulation Path. With his magic-bending mirror, he was able to kill many demon cultivators of the same level. It can be said that he was famous for a while. Although he fell in the end and the magic mirror disappeared, the terror of the demon cultivator is far beyond what the human and demon tribes of the same level can face. "
"Hmph, I am a magical weapon that is specially designed to restrain all evil demons and heretics. Naturally, my imitations also have all the restraints on evil demons and heretics. How difficult is it to be able to kill beings of the same level? If I can kill the enemy beyond the level, I Only then will he really question whether the Ling Yuan Sanren was my original body, but if he can only kill demon cultivators of the same level, then it can only be an imitation."
Ye Qingcheng touched his chin, obviously agreeing with Fu Mo's words. Indeed, Fu Mo Mirror itself is a top-notch spiritual treasure, and it is extremely restrained against evil demons. It stands to reason that if Lingyuan Sanren was really holding this body in front of him, As for the magic mirror, with his pseudo-emperor level cultivation, he might be able to face the middle-level demon kings of the Demon Tribulation Path, but it's a pity that he can only face beings of the same level. Could it be that the piece from back then was really a replica and was lost in the battle with the demonic cultivator? This is very possible. After all, thousands of years have passed, and no matter how hard we investigate, we will never know the truth.
However, it was still difficult for him to control the excitement deep in his heart. This excitement was far higher than his expectations for conquering Qing Jia, or for the mixture of East Dragon Soul and West Dragon Body. After all, this is a top-notch spiritual treasure given away for free. Although he has no idea how powerful this type of spiritual treasure is, and he cannot control it at all, but the thought of it can make the real world of immortals It was something that all immortal-level beings would covet, and he couldn't control the excitement in his heart. It seemed that even if he became successful in cultivation and could use this magic-bending mirror in the future, he could only declare to the outside world that it could only defeat evil spirits like his master. It is a treasure of heretics. Yin Shifei has no knowledge, but he can recognize the level of the magic mirror. He doesn't know whether it is a blessing or a curse.
"How is it? Have you thought about it?" Fu Mo asked coldly.
"Send me out. Anyway, since I promised you not to use it until you reach the immortal level, I can naturally do it, not to mention that I can't even use my vitality now."
Hearing his answer, Fu Mo's cold face smiled slightly. Suddenly he felt the light around him brighten again, and he couldn't help but cover his eyes with his arms again. When he felt that the surroundings suddenly became dark, As he went down, he stretched out his arms slightly, allowing his eyes to slowly adapt to the dark scene in the inner realm.
He saw Qing Jia sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed tightly, seemingly in a coma. This surprised him, but thinking about it, it was normal. Although Qing Jia was a physical practitioner, his spiritual consciousness was not strong after all. At most, it is at the same level of cultivation. Under the illusion spell that Fu Mo just performed, he was naturally trapped in the illusion and unable to come out. Otherwise, Fu Mo would really be worthy of its reputation as the top mystical spiritual treasure.
The space ring in his hand suddenly flashed with golden light, and he immediately felt the existence of the Demon Fu Mirror inside. Just when he was about to ask Fu Mo to wake Qing Jia up, a surprised sound suddenly came from the ring and went straight into his chest. in mind.
"Hey, the space of your ring is really big enough. In my vague impression, there are really no magic weapons with such a big space for cultivators in the fairy world. Oh, there are many magic weapons at the treasure level, and there are actually a few treasure level ones. Defective products... There are also a lot of elixirs and herbs. It seems that you have gained something on Panlongshan Island in the past few months. Hey, what is this? What a big corpse, some of them look like dragons, and some of them don't. ...Well, you still have such a long black ice gold iron, which is rare. You are quite rich... Hey, this is, this is...refined crystal? Such a big piece, Ye Qingcheng, are you really just a Xunlongmen? Disciple? Was he really just a mortal detective before this?" Fu Mo's tone revealed disbelief. After all, when Ye Qingcheng and Yin Shifei were discussing together in the restaurant, Fu Mo did not hear them talking, but only occasionally Only when he was bored would he release his spiritual thoughts and listen to their conversation, and then he got some understanding of Ye Qingcheng.
Indeed, no matter how you think about it, if you look at it from the human world, even if you can really pick up a three-foot-long black ice gold iron, the crystal is an extremely rare weapon refining material in the fairy world, and it can be strengthened out of thin air. The strength and spirituality of the magic weapon are heaven-defying materials, but you can't buy them.
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