Six months later, a low mountain.

Zhuang Yu looked at the continuous quiet lake in front of him, his eyes a little unbelievable.

There are seventeen or eighteen quiet water lakes in front of you. There are a continuous short mountain surrounding the quiet water lake. Overall, it looks like a huge water lake separated by the continuous short mountain area.

Zhuang Yu moved his wrist and a black hollow metal ball appeared in the palm of his right hand.

It is the complete Dust Ghost Art technique.

The metal ball flashed a few times, several runes flew out, and soon crawled into Zhuang Yu's eyebrows.

Zhuang Yu blinked his eyes a few times, and his eyes immediately became shocked.

After a while, he closed his eyes and stood in front of Jingshui Lake for a long time, and a series of spiritual techniques began to be used.

As the Spirit Art was shot out one by one, runes began to fly out of Zhuang Yu's body.

"go!"

Zhuang Yu shouted quickly, slapped his hands, and three array plates and three array flags flew out from his sleeves.

As soon as the formation plate and the formation flag appeared, they were immediately wrapped in a large number of runes around Zhuang Yu and flew in three directions.

After the array plate and array flags formed a hexagonal force to cover all the quiet water lakes, Zhuang Yu squirted out, and six bloodshots flew out and shot at the array plate and array flags respectively.

A shocking spiritual power surged into the sky, and the seventeen or eighteen originally quiet lakes immediately boiled violently.

In an instant, the surroundings were immediately filled with a lot of water.

"open!"

Zhuang Yu shouted out a word with some difficulty, and closed his hands on his chest and pointed.

The spiritual power that had just soared into the sky quickly fell down again, like a flying stone landing on the ground, and hit one of the water surfaces.

The moment the spiritual power contacted the lake, there was no scene of water splashing.

The lake water absorbed all the surrounding water and spiritual power, and then a hole suddenly formed on the water surface.

There was a faint black light emitted from the entrance of the cave, and the surrounding lake water did not flow into the surrounding area.

Zhuang Yu's eyes turned, and he immediately flashed and penetrated into the hole.

As soon as he left, three array plates and three array flags immediately spiraled into the ground, and the surrounding environment quickly returned to its original state.

After a stick of incense, Zhuang Yu walked through left and right, and came to a small hall.

This hall is very small, and there is no decoration except for a quaint chair at the front of the hall.

The floor of the hall is paved with a kind of cyan stone, which looks very simple.

Compared to the shining light of other monks, the place seems somewhat crowded and monotonous.

Zhuang Yu looked around and saw a few glances on his body, and a purple light flashed.

The next moment, he swung his right hand and a purple talisman flew towards the wide chair.

The moment he touched the purple talisman, a large number of black flames appeared on the chair.

As the black fire burned, a purple light flew out from the inside of the chair.

After the black fire completely disappeared, a burst of purple light flowed, the original chair had disappeared, leaving only a small magic weapon with the appearance of a soldier's armor.

Zhuang Yu grabbed his right hand out of thin air, and the armor flew into his hands.

After taking a closer look, his left wrist moved, and Xuanling Ghost Armor flew out.

As soon as the Xuanling Ghost Hun appeared, the armor immediately beeped a few times, and it was like a friend I hadn't seen for a long time and was entangled with Xuanling Ghost Hun.

The Xuanling Ghost Beads on Xuanling Ghost Helmet's forehead occasionally emitted black spiritual power and flew into the armor.

Seeing this, Zhuang Yu looked a little expectant. With a thought, a blue-black jade box flew out from the storage bag on his waist.

He looked at the blue talisman on the jade box, his face a little solemn.

Taking a deep breath, Zhuang Yu played a spiritual technique, and the talisman on the jade box turned into ashes.

A harsh ghost roar came out, and a black dragon phantom flashed by.

Zhuang Yuzhi felt an amazing cold murderous aura fly out.

Accompanied by the cold murderous aura, a small flying sword flew out of the jade box.

As soon as the flying sword appeared, its spiritual power immediately increased and it was about to rush towards Zhuang Yu in a circle.

Zhuang Yu had been on guard for a long time, and his whole body was already wrapped in a set of black crystal armor, and a small black shield hovering around him.

Even so, he still felt a murderous aura from the bottom of his heart, as if the small sword in front could cut himself into pieces in an instant.

"It is worthy of being the magic weapon of the Nascent Soul cultivator. No one can control it. Just revealing a little murderous aura is almost impossible to withstand it!"

Zhuang Yu looked a little moved, and at the same time he pinched several spiritual techniques in his hand.

After the spiritual technique was shot, the Xuanling Ghost Bead on the Xuanling Ghost Helmet next to him immediately became full of black light. At the same time, more than ten black spiritual powers instantly flew out of the Xuanling Ghost Bead and entangled the flying sword.

After the flying sword was entangled, it swayed violently, as if it wanted to break free from the shackles of spiritual power.

Then, with Zhuang Yu's spiritual skills and the approaching of Xuanling Ghost Helmet and armor, the little sword finally calmed down slowly.

Seeing this, Zhuang Yu's face was still a little solemn, and the two-handed spiritual technique was slapped out faster, and countless black weird runes continued to merge into the body of the small sword.

After an entire hour, Zhuang Yu's face was already a little pale.

Obviously, the spiritual skills were constantly being used for this moment, which greatly consumed his spiritual power.

Finally, after the last rune merged into the small sword, Zhuang Yu took out a black crystal as big as a palm and a weird black flower and threw it directly at the small sword.

A sound of spiritual power devouring came out, and the black crystal stone and spiritual flowers all turned into black spiritual power and drilled into the little sword's body.

After a violent black light flashed, a warrior in armor more than one foot high quickly condensed and formed.

Looking at the familiar warrior in armor, Zhuang Yu's face finally relaxed.

This armored warrior, more than one foot tall, looks like the leader of the soldiers in the mundane world, with a helmet, armored clothes, and a long sword with a black spirit shining around his waist, looking majestic.

He put the armored warrior on the ground, Zhuang Yu wiped the beads of sweat, sat cross-legged on the spot, opened his mouth, and swallowed a pill.

Then, he picked up a spirit stone with both hands and closed his eyes and restored his spiritual power.

When Zhuang Yu's expression finally improved, he immediately stood up, slapped his hands and the hollow metal ball hovered out from his eyebrows.

Zhuang Yu looked at the metal ball with a serious expression, his eyes extremely complicated.

"Senior, whether it is successful or not, this is only one chance. If the younger generation fails to achieve their cultivation, please forgive me!"

When these words were said, the metal ball seemed to respond to Zhuang Yu's words, a dark black light appeared on its body.

Seeing a black light flashing, Zhuang Yu no longer hesitated. As his wrist turned, a black crystal stone that was the same as before fell to the ground.

However, at this time, a black spirit flower that was exactly the same as before was growing on the black crystal stone.

With the Zhuang Yu Ling Jue together, the black crystal stone slowly floated to the head of the warrior in armor, and then slowly rotated.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!