Su Muyang and others were once again in danger, this time the trouble was even worse than before.
Si Xueyi, who was already on the third floor of the tomb palace, felt the huge commotion above.
Si Xueyi's lips curled up slightly, she smiled and continued on her way.
The path Bai Lixuan chose was smooth and uneventful, with almost no major dangers.
Si Xueyi quickly arrived at the core main hall on this floor.
Similar to the main hall on the upper level, the core area is still an altar, but there is no eight-door life-and-death array around the altar.
Sitting on the four sides of the altar were eight old men in black, with pious and solemn expressions, and different marks on their hands.
They were worshiping and performing some kind of ritual, hoping that the treasures in the altar would give birth to spiritual wisdom.
But this ritual should be one step away, because all these people are dead.
"Brother Xueyi, what are these old uncles worshiping?"
Si Xueyi's body bloomed with an extremely dazzling golden light. He was as dazzling as a dragon god, with dragon power bursting out to dominate the world.
Si Xueyi said: "It should be refining the holy weapons and allowing the holy weapons to produce weapon spirits. Only the holy weapons that give birth to weapon spirits are the true supreme holy weapons."
Kaka!
Fu Hongyao pouted, frowned and looked at Si Xueyi pitifully.
Obsession, he understands it all too well.
They are terrifying, their bodies are comparable to spiritual weapons or even treasures, and they are not afraid of death.
He felt that he had missed something, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Fu Hongyao listened to Si Xueyi's words and stopped acting rashly after hearing the explanation.
Si Xueyi was in a good mood and explained: "I was worried about the true master of the Sacrifice and Refining Saint Weapon. If he turns into a demon zombie, the three of us combined won't be enough to fight him. But you reminded me that this person is likely to have already He sat down and became a Xuanwu spirit."
Even if it is an unfinished holy weapon, its value is unimaginable, at least it is stronger than the golden war spear in his hand.
Fu Hongyao nodded, took a few steps back, and looked at Si Xueyi curiously.
Si Xueyi did not deny it. Hongyao was indeed right about this.
Si Xueyi was in mid-air, with his spear placed across his waist, and his body quickly rotated to neutralize the force of the Demonic Zombie's rebound.
Si Xueyi stood on tiptoes and turned quickly on the altar. When he stopped, he suddenly raised his war spear.
"Oh, oh, red medicine, listen to brother Xueyi."
"Concession 1
Si Xueyi explained: "Even if you are not afraid of the death aura, you will definitely alarm these demon zombies. They are too obsessed with it and will definitely take action."
Bang!
The hit Mozong was knocked off the altar on the spot. After landing, Mozong no longer launched an offensive, but then sat cross-legged and fell into a state of peace.
Si Xueyi took a deep breath, his handsome face looked solemn as never before, and he fixed his eyes on the altar.
Si Xueyi put her hand on her forehead, frowning slightly, looking slightly troubled.
Si Xueyi suddenly felt a chill on his back and was under great pressure in an instant.
Strange, where did this guy go?
Si Xueyi looked around with doubts in his eyes.
"It's so complicated, Hongyao's head is about to explode."
Si Xueyi glanced around and found that except for the old man offering sacrifices to the spirit, he did not see the host who actually forged this sacred weapon.
Fu Hongyao looked around, but still felt that he was too stupid to keep up with brother Xueyi's thinking.
Seeing the eight demon zombies completely surrounding him, Si Xueyi shouted loudly, holding the spear with both hands against his body and turning it quickly.
"What did you forget? The Xuanwu Spirit? Or the Water Spirit Bead?"
Swish, swish, swish!
The war spear pressed against his body, shaking out an afterimage like lightning, and kept turning back and forth, blocking all the attacks of the eight demon zombies.
Essentially speaking, these old men sitting on the altar are just consumables for refining the holy weapons, and are not so powerful that they cannot be resisted.
Uh-huh! !
Fu Hongyao asked cautiously.
boom!
He held the tail of the gun with both hands, raised his body in the air, connected with the golden war spear in a straight line, and then started to spin wildly.
Si Xueyi stamped her feet heavily on the ground, then her body rose into the air and appeared on the altar.
Fu Hongyao's expression calmed down a little, and he said in a deep voice: "Even so, this is much better than the treasure hunter. Is there really such a treasure in the altar?"
"I gonna go see."
"ah?"
The monks who dared to sacrifice the souls were all ruthless without exception, because they were bound to die.
This girl is so cute.
It is indeed a concession. The eight demon zombies still have some sanity due to their obsession.
Fu Hongyao was shocked when he heard this and was completely shocked.
Si Xueyi's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his distress and doubts completely disappeared. He immediately smiled and said: "Hong Yao, you are really my lucky star. You can compete with the treasures in this altar."
Si Xueyi took action, grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back.
The eight old men in black, wrapped in terrifying demonic power, let out sharp roars and charged towards Si Xueyi.
Si Xueyi calmed down a little and said solemnly.
Boom!
The altar shook, and the next moment there was a bright light, and a snow-white jade fan rose up from it.
There were more cracks in the golden war spear, and Si Xueyi, who bowed in salute, felt extremely distressed when he saw this.
The remaining five demon zombies quickly turned around and grabbed Si Xueyi.
Si Xueyi landed behind Mo Zong in an extremely elegant manner. He swiped the tail of his gun and pushed Mo Zong off the altar again.
Fu Hongyao below was stunned and couldn't close his mouth in surprise.
As a result, this golden war spear was like Si Xueyi's arm, swinging smoothly and flexibly.
"Battle 1
The golden war spear bombarded them, creating dazzling sparks and a sonorous sound of metal collision.
The next moment, the dragon lotus bloomed deep in the Zi Mansion. The thunder on the dragon lotus filled the whole body, and the war spear and the dragon lotus were completely involved.
"So strong 1
The air of death filled the air all around, but this ceremony did not feel evil, but rather exuded a somewhat sacred aura.
Fu Hongyao looked at the altar with fascination, his beautiful eyes filled with brilliance, and he was completely intoxicated.
After landing, he stabbed the ground hard with the tip of the gun, used the force to lift his body, and landed behind in a somersault.
This time he did not retreat. He held the tail of the gun with his right hand, bent the bow downward with his left hand to maintain balance, and danced with dazzling thunder and lightning gun flowers while shaking his wrist.
The dragon pattern on the golden war spear was completely activated at this moment, and Si Xueyi seemed to be really a golden dragon rushing past.
Clang, clang, clang! !
Si Xueyi took a deep breath, with strong fighting spirit filling her eyes.
The dragon roared again, and the golden war spear came to life completely, like a golden dragon.
Fu Hongyao opened his eyes and said curiously.
Si Xueyi smiled and said: "Little Red Medicine, many times, the answer to a question is hidden in the question."
"Si Xueyi of Canglan College is here to disturb you seniors. I know that your obsessions are hard to get rid of, so I will give this junior a chance to accept the test. If you are not strong enough, I am willing to bear any price. If you are lucky enough to pass the test, please also ask me. The obsession of my predecessors to fulfill my obligations 1
"Where are they? The Xuanwu Spirit and the Water Spirit Pearl. Why didn't Hong Yao see them?"
The five demon zombies were knocked away at the same time. On the altar was only Si Xueyi, fluttering in white clothes, standing proudly with a golden war spear in his hand.
Suddenly, something happened.
The core palace on the third floor of the Tomb Palace is different from the previous floor. This time there are no blood jade and thunder obsidian. There are many monster bones on the ground around the altar.
Dragon roars burst out from Si Xueyi's body, and dragon patterns bloomed on the golden war spear in his hand. The terrifying dragon power erupted from his body, completely shattering the pressure of the eight demonic corpses.
Fu Hongyao was confused and had no idea what was happening.
How could someone dance the spear so quickly? The golden war spear was shaking so hard that it was almost impossible to see the afterimage.
Si Xueyi was not only explaining to Fu Hongyao, but also clarifying her own thoughts. She suddenly became enlightened and felt refreshed and excited.
Roar! !
But if this person could not be found, Si Xueyi would not be sure and would never touch the treasures in the altar.
Click, click, click!
This terrifying pressure almost made him kneel down on the spot.
"Brother Xueyi is so handsome."
The golden war spear that rotated against the body flew out. Si Xueyi held the golden war spear with both hands and rushed out like a bolt of lightning piercing the night.
It was just a test of Si Xueyi, not a real life and death fight.
Fu Hongyao was impatient and planned to go take a look after hearing this.
"Look carefully at the handprints and expressions of these old men. Their obsession is much stronger than that of the old men above."
"It still depends. If it is too old and the spiritual patterns are damaged too much, the value will not be that exaggerated."
Si Xueyi pinched her face and said with a smile, "Back off first."
When there was no way to retreat, Si Xueyi took the lead. He had expected this step.
"Has it started yet?"
"no."
Si Xueyi smiled and said: "It's not that exaggerated. It's not that easy to refine the supreme holy weapon. Sacrifice to the soul is just one step. There are many more steps to follow. This should be an unfinished holy weapon."
"Did I forget something?"
"In order to cast a holy weapon, holy water must be used for tempering. Since there is holy water, there must be water beads. If they match, they all match. 1
too fast!
How many times of practice and how many years of hard work does it take to become so skilled?
Si Xueyi bowed his hands and spoke loudly towards the altar. Buzz!
The moment the words fell, all the old men on the altar seemed to come alive. They suddenly stood up, their eyes ignited with silver light, and they all looked towards Si Xueyi.
Another Demon Zombie was thrown out by him. After landing, he also sat cross-legged. All the anger in his body disappeared and he became peaceful and peaceful.
"The Supreme Sacred Artifact 1
The corners of Si Xueyi's lips curled into a smile, and her brows were full of confidence.
The five scattered demon zombies could not find any flaws under the gunfire, and could only be forced back step by step by Si Xueyi.
"In fact, most monks with Xuanwu bloodline are masters of forging holy weapons. Almost every divine weapon in the mythical era has the shadow of these people."
kneel?
It was impossible. His will and pride would not allow him to kneel down and beg for mercy.
Si Xueyi said with a smile.
thump! !
A smile appeared on Si Xueyi's lips, and while the Dragon Prison Holy Elephant Technique was activated, his eyes glowed with perseverance.
The eight demonic zombie bodies also sat down and condensed into eight lights and shadows in mid-air. This was their last remnant soul.
"Thank you, little friend, for helping us break our obsession. The Xueyao Fan is yours."
The eight old men had kind faces, smiles on their faces, and gentle eyes.
