Leaning in along the surrounding ruins, Mingxuan rushed in quickly. The interior was almost hollowed out. He walked happily, "Let me see~"
what is it?
Ask the Sword Sect’s secret book. The Moon Arrow of the Yue Qing Sect and the Qing Feng Sword of the Cheng Feng Sect, but what about their spiritual weapons?
The young man turned around and saw that the inside of the forbidden area was very empty. He looked left and right and saw that there was only one empty space in the middle, and a handful was erected in that position...
shovel?
Mingxuan's eyes widened slightly, and he tried to turn his head and looked around, trying to find if there was anything missing elsewhere. For no other reason than the shovel in the middle, no matter how he looked at it horizontally or vertically, it was An unpretentious shovel.
Like the Dark Book and the Moon Arrow, one is black and exudes an ominous aura, while the other is like a handful of soft moonlight, fully displaying its temperament as an innate spiritual weapon.
What is their spiritual weapon? A shovel for shoveling dirt? Do not make jokes?
"Where's the spiritual weapon?"
Mingxuan murmured.
Not only he couldn't believe it, but the demons who had followed them into the forbidden area were also unsure that it was the spiritual weapon they wanted to snatch.
The appearance of a spiritual weapon is always special, something that can be recognized at a glance, but the spiritual weapon in front of you does not have any fluctuations in spiritual energy, nor does it have the existence of a weapon spirit. It is just an ordinary shovel.
"Is this our spiritual weapon?" Mu Zhongxi's voice suddenly rose: "It's fake."
Several people swarmed into the forbidden area one after another. After craning their necks and watching for a long time, Ye Qiao used his spiritual consciousness to scan the area and confirmed that apart from the shovel, there was no other spiritual weapon.
"Looks like this is it."
"This shovel is the treasure of our Changming Sect?" Mingxuan's voice was erratic, "Master, you can't expect us to compete with others with the shovel."
Other sects have books, bows and arrows, and spiritual swords. Such elegant spiritual weapons, why do they just use shovels when they arrive?
The good-tempered Xue Yun's eyelids twitched, "This shovel..."
What can be done?
There is no way that in a solemn and extremely tense atmosphere, when other sword cultivators come on stage with swords, their representative from the righteous path slowly takes out a shovel, right? ? ?
He murmured a few words to himself: "Originally, it is more likely that our two sides will be evenly matched this time. The two demon clans only have two tribulation periods. Can the leader of the Wenjian Sect be able to draw a tie with the Demon Lord? The remaining four sect leaders are enough to contain the Demon Emperor who is in the tribulation period."
"Not to mention the young master uncle and the others, so as long as the two Tribulation Tribulation Teng can't take action, then we will be the ones who have to fight with those demon elders and demon cultivators next."
When the combat effectiveness of the two sides is almost equal, it depends on who can break the balance first and tilt the situation to one side.
"This time our opponents should all be some spirit-transforming Nascent Souls." If the demons were more well-hidden, they might even have those in the Void Refining Realm. Mu Chongxi complained: "Use this shovel against them. No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look promising.”
Both the Dark Book and the Bright Moon Arrow had to be returned to their respective sects, but the only spiritual weapon they could take away was a simple shovel.
The Secret Book of Wenjian Zong is a noble control system, and the field control effect of this killing weapon is absolutely terrifying.
“What can this shovel do?”
"Don't say that. It's not like we have no chance of winning if we go out there with shovels."
"Well?" Xue Yu tilted his head, thinking he had some unique insights.
Mingxuan's voice was lively: "At least we can take out the shovel and make our opponents laugh to death under the spotlight."
"..." Chu Ling felt that at some point, compared to the solemnity and coldness of other sects, they were really happy when they got together.
She couldn't laugh or cry, "Actually, it's not as bad as you say."
The Hanguang Shovel is an innate spiritual weapon after all, so it's inappropriate for these people to belittle it.
The two demons following them thought about the scene for a moment.
That's indeed... quite humorous.
The direct disciple of the representative of the righteous path came on stage with a shovel. Not to mention the righteous path, the demon cultivators within the demon clan would probably go crazy laughing.
Therefore, for a spiritual weapon with a unique shape, you need to be thick-skinned and have a strong psychological quality to be calm and composed.
After Mingxuan finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the shovel in his hand. As a result, after he pulled it out for a long time, the shovel piled up among the ruins without moving.
Seeing this, Xue Yu squeezed him away, stretched out his hand and pulled it out easily, "Why are you dawdling there?"
OK OK.
Ming Xuan laughed angrily, "It's aimed at me, right?"
Otherwise, both of them are not combatants, why would Xue Yu come out as soon as he pulled it out?
"You are jealous that I am stronger than you." Xue Yu ignored him, looked at the shovel in his hand, and found a name engraved on the side, "Hanguang Shovel. The name sounds very powerful."
Ming Xuan saw that Xue Yun was holding it lightly, so he took it tentatively, but as soon as it fell into his hand, he was almost knocked down by the heavy weight.
"I'll just say it's aimed at me!!" Xue Yu actually felt like she was jealous of his strength.
This spiritual weapon can obviously understand human speech. Mingxuan laughed at him when he came up. It is strange that the Hanguang shovel would be willing to be taken by him.
Zhou Xingyun heard the disdainful tone of his junior brother and sister, stretched out his hand, and turned the shovel with light into his palm.
Beauty comes with a shovel.
Depend on.
What a look.
Ye Qiao couldn't help but cover his eyes, "Don't tell me. Our ancestor has competed with others with this thing."
"So disillusioned." Mu Zhongxi said.
The two of them are still in the second grade, and their ancestor's record can be said to have given the two swordsmen who are in the second grade plenty of imagination.
No matter how you think about it, it can’t be a shovel!
The four of them were crying and howling there, and Zhou Xingyun's calmness and calmness seemed a little out of place.
Zhou Xingyun felt that it was okay. His uncle and the others had already been vaccinated in advance. He expected that the thing inside might not be a spiritual weapon, but a living creature.
Or biochemical weapons that emit strange smells like Junior Sister.
They had already imagined the scene of holding a cloth bag with a bunch of smelly things in it, and the elder pointed at the contents and told them seriously that this was the treasure of their clan.
"Its shape is a bit strange."
"But..." Zhou Xingyun held the Hanguang shovel, raised his hand, and threw it forward seemingly lightly.
Smoke and dust rose up in the air around him, and the center point of the shovel quickly split apart, leaving a huge gap. His unexpected hand stunned the four people who were originally wailing.
A few of them hurriedly lay down at the huge crack to take a look, and estimated that it was at least six meters deep.
Damn it. A spiritual weapon with great destructive power.
The eldest brother commented slowly: "It's really useful."
The damage caused by gravity is definitely deeper than the mark left by the shovel than the spirit sword.
Although this spiritual weapon does look a bit unattractive.
…
In Yunzhong City, when the sect leader was not in the sect, the token was handed over to the elders for safekeeping. As the winning sect, Changming Sect, a meeting of countless powerful people in the world of cultivation should be held in the city closest to Changming Sect.
There are not a few monks in the world of cultivation who have escaped from the world. Among the eight major families, there are powerful men who are hundreds of years old. Their cultivation is at least practicing cultivation, but they will not leave easily unless they are forced to come out, or when life and death are at stake.
It's not to that extent now, and the only ones who come are monks who are willing to stand up.
And the scene was all in the realms ranging from god transformation to virtual refining. They were only targeting the increasingly rampant behavior of the demon and demon clans, and counterattacking against the cities that had been massacred.
Elder Zhao and the elders of other sects exchanged glances, and one powerful person asked: "Where are Ye Qiao and the others?"
There are only two younger Avatars among the Five Sects, but they are definitely not weak.
Both of them were qualified for the realm of transforming gods and refining emptiness, but in the end, no one was seen at all.
Elder Zhao smiled and said, "Ah, what's the use of having two brats here?" His attitude was very clear, he didn't want Ye Qiao to get involved at all. Even in the realm of refining the void, there is no guarantee that he can escape completely. Ye Qiao is the most talented disciple of the Changming Sect.
It was impossible to let her come.
"After all, they are both in the stage of becoming gods. What's the point of being timid?"
The great masters of the world of cultivation are almost gathered here.
A monk waved his hand impatiently, "Letting them come is just two more gods, which is better than nothing."
Obviously, some powerful people do not look down upon a group of brats. Even though they are among the leaders of the younger generation in the world of cultivation, they are not qualified yet.
And if they lose, it will be the last hope for those who practice cultivation.
No matter whether they win or lose, it cannot affect them.
This is something they all agree on.
…
Perhaps seeing the power of Hanguang's shovel, the four of them finally closed their eyes one after another. Xue Yu nodded her chin and bent her knees, "After we get the spiritual weapon, we must first go to the demon clan to rescue the little prince."
The demon clan did not touch the little prince, presumably because they wanted to hold the emperor hostage to order the princes. Whoever catches the dragon clan's little prince will make a profit.
In the absence of a sect leader in Changming Sect, it is impossible to ensure the safety of the young prince. With the identity of the Dragon Clan Crown Prince, he can be sure that the other party is safe.
"No one has been to the Demon Clan..." Chu Ling hesitated for a moment: "...right?"
She originally said this very confidently, but thinking about the wonderful experiences of Ye Qiao and others, she felt that they might have actually been there.
"I'm quite familiar with the demon clan."
"You may need to disguise yourself at that time. They have a special communication language." Ye Qiao thought and added: "And the tone of their voice when they speak. They like to laugh from time to time."
Yue Qing'an said: "For example?"
Neither he nor his junior sister had ever dealt with demons.
Then several other people demonstrated it to them both.
"Oh hahahahahahahahahahahaha."
"..."
That devilish laughter almost sent the two eavesdropping demons away on the spot.
The two looked at each other.
You know, in their impression, personal trainers are quite aloof.
Damn it, in the end, aloofness is just their protective color, and being sick is their nirvana?
