Away from the tiankeng and the Kunlun Mountains, Chu Ge rebuilt the Taoist sect in the desolate land of the southwest, maintaining a line of inheritance, far away from ZTE. Five of the six stars in the South Dipper fell, the heaven and earth collapsed, and there was not much left in the cave heaven and blessed land. To avoid the enemy, Chu Ge hid in a deep underground cave, named "Jade Sea". The cave was dark and damp, the atmosphere was turbid, and there was neither jade nor sea. The Taoist disciples found it puzzling and wondered where the word "jade sea" came from.
This trip to the Tiankeng, all the elite Taoist sects came out. Guiyun knew the art of war and was very fast. All the disciples he selected were good at wielding swords. The group of people fled with all their strength. After more than ten days, they returned to the devastated southwest. wilderness.
Zhou Ji followed them into the underground "Jade Sea", winding down the maze-like passage until they reached the "Wuya Palace".
Chu Ge used his great supernatural powers to create a large hall underground as a place for discussion. When he first opened Wuya Palace, he was still somewhat ambitious, hoping to defeat Guan Changchong one day and return to Kunlun. As the human race became captive blood food and his disciples withered away day by day, he gradually gave up his thoughts on counterattack. Wuya Palace It also became dilapidated and decadent, with no momentum at all.
Zhou Ji sat in the empty Wuya Hall with emotion. He clearly remembered Wuya Temple and the Erxiang Hall, but the Flowing Stone Peak had disappeared, like a dream.
Chu Ge was old and frail, traveling long distances, and his energy was quite low. He mustered up his energy and served him a few drinks, but he couldn't taste the food.
Although Zhou Ji was not picky, the Daomen wine was bland and tasteless compared to the Rakshasa girl's private collection in Fuhu Mountain. He couldn't help but miss the Jiuzhuan Purple Wine, the apricots and the cup of tea from Tang Bofang, and a touch of human touch.
Seeing that he was a little absent-minded, Chu Ge hurriedly ordered Dong Qianli to fetch the magical weapons collected by the Taoist sect and ask his master to take a look. Although Dong Qianli was unwilling to do so, he did not dare to shirk because of his master's orders, so he had to take more than ten swords and offer them in front of Zhou Ji's throne.
Chu Ge looked around and saw that his disciple had no hidden secrets. Although these swords could not be compared with the Demon Refining Sword, Qingming Sword, and Evil Exorcist Sword, they were the only bits of Taoist heritage that the Taoist sect had. A smile appeared on the old face, and he said to Zhou Ji: "The Taoist sect has been in decline for a long time. If these swords can enter the master's eyes, it will be a blessing for others."
Zhou Ji was not polite and stepped forward to inspect them one by one. Mo Anchuan's Buddha-Hand Stone Sword, Ding Yuan's Seven Virtues Sword, Jiang Yongshou's Dragon-Shaped Sword, Liu Que's Jiuyou Yin Ming Sword, and Qin Zijie's Sanyang Guiyuan Demon Fire Sword. , Du Mo's Tianman Submersible Sword, Zhang Chonghua's Four Elephants Sword... In addition, there is a long and curved blood moon grass cutting sickle.
It’s been a long time since we saw the blood-moon grass-cutting sickle, the bitter Taoist, the demon-suppressing tower, and the sky fox Ruan Qing. That gentle sigh was like the wind blowing over the mountains, passing through the treetops and grass blades, passing through the streams and river valleys, strange and familiar at the same time. Sweet and tactful.
All the swords here are superior to the Broken Dragon Sword, but when his fingers brushed against the cold edge of the sword, Zhou Ji clearly felt the slightest repulsion. It has nothing to do with choosing the owner of the artifacts, but the cave where these swords were born, which vaguely rejects the aura of heaven and earth from the upper world.
He put down the Blood Moon Grass Cutting Scythe, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then asked, "Can the Five Color Divine Light Scythe be here?"
The true form of the divine weapon rejects foreign objects. After he achieved the true form of Dawn, he handed over the five-color divine light sickle to Jin Sansheng. When Li Jingyun came to this world, he cut off Jin Sansheng with one sword. The Qingming Sword was broken, the Flying Sky Shuttle was broken, and the Tai Chi Diagram was shattered. , the two-phase ax turned around and fled. Only the five-color divine light sickle was destroyed by the demon phoenix Situ Huang and could not be driven, so he survived.
Chu Ge was slightly startled and said to his disciple: "Qianli, go and get the five-color divine light sickle."
The man looked down upon these magical weapons and asked for a useless sickle instead. Dong Qianli relaxed, fearing that he would regret it, so he hurriedly took the five-color divine light sickle and presented it to Zhou Ji.
It was dilapidated, dark and dull, with a deep crack in the middle, almost breaking it into two parts. Zhou Ji examined it for a moment, then bent down to lift the sickle and stroked it gently, not without affection. The ten treasures of Kunlun are the Demon Refining Sword, the Qingming Sword, the Evil-Warding Sword, the Moon-covering and Flying Frost Sword, the Mountain and River Vitality Lock, the Tai Chi Figure Returning Stone Peak, the Xiantian Cauldron, the Lingtai Square Cun Lamp, the Dinghai Pearl, the Flying Sky Shuttle, and the Five Colored Gods. Guang Si can't be ranked, but in his opinion, Kunlun underestimated this treasure.
A bit of innate chaotic energy, when dividing the five elements, gave birth to the dharma body of the Maurya King, condensed into feathers, the five colors of green, yellow, red, black and white flowed, weighing more than the ancient mountains, and everything was brushed under a twist. The ancient power combined the bones of the Peacock King and the five feathers into a divine weapon, the Five-Colored Divine Light Scythe. Kill the Peacock King and refine the bones into a flying sickle. This powerful man should be regarded as a true immortal in the upper world. The five-color divine light sickle was a relic of the true immortal at that time and was not a thing from this world.
The true energy in the body surges, like a river flowing continuously. In the blink of an eye, the five-color divine light sickle has been washed eighteen times. The cracks are gradually closed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The beak is the tip, the head is the blade, and the ridge is the handle. , the bones were shining brightly, and the light flowed erratically, becoming more and more urgent. With a clear cry, the Divine Light Scythe transformed into a colorful peacock, stretched out its wings and flew through the air. It circled and danced for a moment, and then fell into Zhou Ji's palm, where it still transformed into a flying scythe.
Dong Qianli half-opened his mouth and was speechless. A mere scrap of sickle fell into the hands of that man, and in the blink of an eye he was transformed into a divine weapon. What a magical means this was! She suddenly felt envious in her heart, looking up to him as high as possible, looking at him as strong as possible, looking in front of him, and suddenly looking behind him. She didn't know when and what month she could stand shoulder to shoulder with such people.
Chu Ge sighed softly, the cave heaven realm, the cave heaven realm, this was a peak that he could not reach in his life.
Zhou Ji flipped his wrist lightly, put away the five-color divine light sickle, nodded to Chu Ge, and said without any concealment: "This sickle is a thing from the upper world, I took it, and I should repay him if I am destined to do so in the future."
Chu Ge leaned forward and said, "I don't dare, my master's words are serious." He waved his hand and ordered Dong Qianli to put away a bunch of swords, and then urged him to drink.
Zhou Ji drank five or seven glasses, Quan was about to quench his thirst, played with the wine glass thoughtfully, and said: "Tianlu came in a hurry and left in a hurry. She was going to Kunlun Mountain to inquire about the news. Can the Master Chu call her? If you have any questions, please ask.”
Chu Ge sighed and said: "Tianlu is the sword spirit of the evil-fighting sword. He always comes and goes alone. When the master passed away, he left a piece of horn behind. If she wanted to, she could find it, but the Taoist sect could not restrain her in the slightest. "
"Bring me the horns and let me see."
Chu Ge took out a piece of antler from his sleeve and offered it with trembling hands. It was about half an inch long, yellow with black, and as hard as iron. Zhou Ji pinched his fingers and watched for a long time. The antlers suddenly disintegrated into countless sword threads and fled in all directions. Zhou Ji spread out his five fingers and grasped the vitality of heaven and earth, turning them into invisible cages. The sword threads only flew and twisted in a small area. After more than ten breaths, , suddenly transformed into a graceful woman, with horns on her head, naked body, and the body of a deer below the navel, with wind on her four hooves, rushing left and right, unable to escape.
Zhou Ji closed his five fingers and gently caught it. The woman looked frightened and said sharply: "Who are you? What do you want?"
Zhou Ji couldn't tell the difference and said: "Jiuli collapsed and died in Qingming. Tianlu'er, will you come and see me obediently, or will you refuse to eat and drink as a penalty?"
"You...you...who are you?"
Zhou Ji said calmly: "It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to understand that it is very difficult to achieve the spirit of a weapon if one thought arises and one thought dies. Don't let yourself get it wrong or regret it later."
The woman's face changed several times, sometimes angry, sometimes desolate. After struggling for a long time, she finally lowered her head and said in a low voice: "Master, wait a moment, Tianlu will leave immediately."
Zhou Ji nodded slightly, pinched it with his fingers, and the woman once again disintegrated into countless sword threads, which quickly closed together and turned into a small antler.
