Looking at the crafty spirit.
Lin Xi had no interest in making excuses with him.
Indeed, it would be a pity for a good magic weapon to lose its spirit.
But the premise is that this weapon spirit must be obedient. Because the magic weapon of obedience is a good magic weapon. Otherwise... it is worse than a piece of iron and a piece of waste.
Judging from the current situation, this weapon spirit cannot fully understand such an important point.
It thought it still had a chance to fight back.
"Very good! It seems that you are very aware of current affairs."
"In that case... then... let's eat it!" Lin Xi suddenly changed his face.
In the sea of consciousness on the Lingtai, the demon's clone turned into a giant shadow. As if it could capture the sun and the moon, it directly grabbed the small weapon spirit and then swallowed it up.
The quality of the soul of the weapon spirit is very high.
The quality is no worse than that of ordinary mythical souls.
Even so, the weapon spirit could not withstand a few attempts and was crushed to pieces by Lin Xi's demon clone.
When it comes to souls, the Demon naturally has the upper hand.
After swallowing the weapon spirit, Lin Xi still got what he wanted.
The inheritance of the ancient demon sect, the control methods of those ten thousand Gu lamps, and a large amount of incomplete and ancient information about the Qingxiao world.
"It turns out that there was such a period of history in the past of Qingxiao Realm. However, there were huge errors in the records of later generations."
According to the memory information of the weapon spirit.
In ancient times, there were many powerful sects that occupied the Taihao Immortal Domain.
Using the resources of the Immortal Realm, they fight against each other.
Eventually, almost all the Immortal Realms experienced changes.
As a result, some ancient sects were annihilated in the sudden changes in the Immortal Realm, and were swallowed up by history.
And some sects moved away from Taihao Immortal Domain and returned to the main realm of Qingxiao Realm, gradually declining or splitting.
Of course, there are also a very small number of people who have left the Qingxiao Realm, left their homeland, and gone to more distant alien worlds in search of new opportunities.
In the historical records of Qingxiao Realm, the information about the fall of Immortal Court and some ancient battlefields of Immortal Court are actually not the real fall of Immortal Court and the battlefield of Immortal Court, but the conquests between the great sects occupying the Immortal Realm. Sometimes there are scenes of great factions dying.
Two different histories overlap and blend together because of time.
Only then did the truth become hazy in the smoke and dust, appearing so unclear.
Of course, the above information is not entirely from the memory records of the weapon spirit.
Instead, Lin Xi made a summary and a certain degree of inference based on the memory of the weapon spirit and his own cognition.
Perhaps, there are also fallacies.
Things of the past become the past.
The true truth may never exist. Perhaps only the saint who sits high in the heavens, proudly at the top of the universe and overlooking all living beings, can know everything and understand everything.
Lin Xi is not an archaeologist, he doesn't need the truth.
He only needs a rough possibility for his reference and guidance for his next direction.
"There are some subtle contradictions between the 'truth' that I have been exposed to recently and the history that was circulated in the Qingxiao world. Now I have a more reasonable explanation."
"As for the method of refining the Three Corpse Insects into Gu Insects..."
After returning to consciousness, Chu Lingxiao, with bright eyes, looked at Wan Gu Zhan, which had lost its spirit, with a strange expression.
Refining the Three Corpse Insects into Gu was by no means simple even in the ancient Demon Sect's heyday.
Not only is the process complicated, but it also relies heavily on Ten Thousand Gus.
A large amount of strong blood energy and various poisonous and evil spirits must be collected and gathered into ten thousand Gu lamps, so that the Three Corpse Insects can be refined into Gu according to the inherent method.
And if there is no weapon spirit to control the ten thousand Gu lamps, the probability of refining the Three Corpse Insects into Gu Insects will be reduced by more than half.
Increase consumption for nothing.
"It's not impossible!"
"Bring out the Ten Thousand Gu Zhan first." He waved his hand and put away the Ten Thousand Gu Zhan. Chu Lingxiao stopped thinking about looting the ruins of the Ancient Demon Sect and quickly started to return the way he came.
Given the Lord God's control over his 'Chosen Ones', he must have felt the death of Lu Dayong and his two men immediately.
I'm afraid that now, the second or even third group of people heading to the Ancient Demon Sect ruins are already in place!
Lin Xi's guess was correct.
The Lord God was very angry now, but his anger did not make him lose his mind.
The first time Lu Dayong died, he had already felt the death of the true spiritual aura that Lu Dayong left in the Infinite God Realm.
So this time, the Lord God summoned the three strongest teams under his command, worked together, and received the same task, blocking the exit of the Ancient Demon Gate ruins.
Just waiting for Chu Lingxiao to appear, they launched a trap and jointly attacked to seize Wan Gu Zhan.
In the restaurant, Meng Xinghe took out a pot of wine and picked up two wine glasses.
Then he said to Sumeru: "I'm going to find someone to have a drink with. Monk, do you want to accompany me?"
Xumi said: "The poor monk won't go! But looking at your condition, the donor... you should be a small winner now!"
"Congratulations!"
Meng Xinghe waved his hand and said: "How can we talk about victory before we are out of danger? How can we dare to talk about victory before it is the end?"
After saying that, Meng Xinghe walked out of the room.
Follow the white jade-carved staircase to the door of Room 1 on the fifth floor.
"A visitor comes with good wine and good stories."
"Friends, are you interested in chatting and having a drink?" Meng Xinghe asked while standing at the door.
The door creaked and opened by itself.
The room inside was not the original furnishings of the restaurant.
Suddenly, this small space was filled with gardens, pavilions, low mountains, ponds, and a small courtyard that seemed simple but was actually full of exquisite details.
It has become a small world full of life and contentment.
There is a graceful woman by the river. She is wearing a thin white gauze dress. She raises her arms and waves. The snow-white gauze is dazzlingly white. The two cinnabar moles on her heart are so red that it is disturbing.
In the courtyard, there are also young girls wearing only bellybands, drying various agricultural products, fruits and vegetables. The slender, strong and plump body seems to reflect the taste of summer under the bright light.
In the pavilion, there is a beautiful lady dressed in plain clothes, with a noble temperament and a cold and arrogant temperament, playing the piano.
On the low mountain in the distance, there are several cute girls, innocently flapping butterflies and picking wild vegetables.
Such a simple and unpretentious rural life seems to be monotonous and boring.
However, a real man like Meng Xinghe likes such a boring and simple life.
In an increasingly complex and noisy society, there may be fewer and fewer people like Meng Xinghe who yearn for such a simple, boring and boring life.
And everything that suddenly appears in the guest room seems so natural, so taken for granted, and absolutely not false... but it lacks the owner it deserves.
Meng Xinghe didn't pay attention, and sat under the big banyan tree in front of the small courtyard with the wine bottle in hand, stroking the dust on the table with his sleeves.
Then he poured himself a glass of wine first.
The girls inside and outside the courtyard, far or near, all secretly glanced at Meng Xinghe.
They were wearing thin clothes, and their cheeks were red with embarrassment.
Some jumped directly into the pond, using the water in the pond to cover themselves and accidentally leaking the spring scenery.
Some of them quickly returned to the house and closed the door with a bang. But he quietly opened the paper on the window and took a peek at Meng Xinghe's handsome face.
Meng Xinghe was content, sitting alone drinking and looking at the scenery at the moment.
The wind is just right...the gauze is clear.
The sun is shining brightly...
The flowers complement each other just right.
The beauty is just right... charming and naive.
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