"This mountain is called Taichu Wanqi Mountain."

Hua Zhong's face was a little sad and proud, which was very complicated.

"It is the treasure of my Taichu Mountain, just like the Treasure Pavilion, but it is different from the Treasure Pavilion. The Treasure Pavilion has Lord Lingxu, but it does not.

Or, it has countless spirits.”

Ye Yiren, Qingtian and others were even more confused. What does it mean to have no instrument spirit? And they also said that there are countless instrument spirits. Isn’t this a contradiction?

They looked at Hua Zhong and waited for him to continue talking.

"The so-called holy weapon of the Taoist realm is a divine weapon that integrates into the 'holy weapon' and has its own soul.

The Taoist realm holy weapon will continue to upgrade and grow with its owner.

However, when its owner dies, he will fall into eternal silence. Although the soul is still there, it is not much different from death."

"Generally speaking, the Taoist sacred artifacts often accompany their masters into the tomb and fall into eternal sleep.

My Taichu Divine Mountain buried the Taoist holy weapons of those who have fallen for countless years into this mountain."

"At present, in this Taichu Ten Thousand Artifacts Mountain, there are 93 top-grade Taoist holy weapons, 479 top-grade Taoist holy weapons, 2385 middle-grade Taoist holy weapons, and 6341 lower-grade Taoist holy weapons."

"We use these masterless Taoist holy weapons as the basis, combined with the formation and the art of refining weapons, to refine this entire mountain into a treasure.

Of course, to do this, the "spirits" in the Taoist holy tools need to be willing to be driven.

Command your own Taoist holy weapon to enter the Wanqi Mountain and become a part of Wanqi Mountain. It is the last dedication and glory of all the powerful people in Taichu's sacred mountain to Taichu's sacred mountain!"

"When I'm about to die, I will also order my 'Yunhuo Fire Sword' to enter the Taichu Ten Thousand Vessels Mountain!"

Ye Yiren, Leng Dongliu and others were stunned when they heard this, and finally understood why Hua Zhong showed that sad and proud look.

Based on nearly 10,000 Taoist holy weapons of different levels, combined with formations and weapon refining methods, it makes people feel numb when thinking about it. It's really incredible! In the air.

Zhen Xinghai and Mo Tianxing's faces have returned to normal.

"Eight Tribulations to Achieve the Tao..." Mo Tianxing sighed. The confrontation just now made him understand that there was an insurmountable gap between the seven tribulations to Achieve the Tao and the eight tribulations to Achieve the Tao.

Perhaps, there are some geniuses and monsters in this world who can defeat or even kill the cultivators who have achieved enlightenment through the seven-tribulation level with the seven-tribulation level.

But at the moment, he and Zhen Xinghai are not able to compete with Gu Chen.

This is an obvious fact.

Mo Tianxing and Zhen Xinghai looked at the mountain below.

Zhen Xinghai bowed and said ashamed: "The unworthy disciple Zhen Xinghai was incompetent and failed to repel the enemy. He also asked the seniors of all generations to take action and kill those who violated my Taichu Mountain!"

After the "spirit" in the Taoist realm holy weapon grows to a certain extent, it is no longer much different from the real creature except that it does not have a physical body.

They were all born earlier in this world than Zhen Xinghai and were also part of the Taichu Divine Mountain. Therefore, Zhen Xinghai, the current owner of Taichu Divine Mountain, also needs to call them the predecessor.

"I would like to ask the seniors of all generations to take action and kill those who offended my Taichu sacred mountain!"

Many elders of Taichu Divine Mountain also looked at the peak below and spoke together. They were all older generation elders and knew the secrets about Taichu Wanqi Mountain.

The younger elders and many ordinary disciples were confused and didn't understand what was going on in front of them.

"Previous generations?"

Gu Chen's proud expression disappeared and became a little suspicious. There were probably not many people in Taichu's sacred mountain that could be called a senior by Zhen Xinghai, and what does this senior in history mean?

Buzz — a buzzing sound came from the Taichu Wanqi Mountain.

Taichu Wanqi Mountain vibrated slightly.

Energy of various colors burst out from the Wanqi Mountain, making people almost unable to open their eyes.

"That's-" Gu Chen's pupils shrank.

He saw various weapons, like crossing locusts, shot out from the mountain below, like heavy rain, and rushed towards him.

Long sword, spear, dagger, short sword, long stick, giant axe... all kinds of weapons are available, covering the sky and the sun, and are vast and surging like a long river, rushing towards Gu Chen! In Gu Chen's perception, there are countless auras flying towards him. The weapons in front of him are all spiritual. At this time, each weapon has a cold murderous intent.

"This... are all the holy weapons of the Taoist realm?"

Gu Chen's face was stunned. Even though he had seen countless storms and waves and experienced countless big scenes, his mind was still shocked at this time. There were probably tens of thousands of weapons in front of him, all of which were holy weapons in the Taoist realm?

How is this possible? He even realized that these tens of thousands of Taoist holy weapons seemed to be scattered, but their momentum was integrated, which made a strong sense of crisis surge in his heart.

The people from the Shengyan Sect brought by Gu Chen, as well as the disciples and elders of Taichu Sacred Mountain who had never heard of Wanqi Mountain, were already stunned! "Is this the strongest way for Taichu Sacred Mountain to be in the box?

OK! OK! OK! OK! Today, I will try to see how strong your Taichu sacred mountain is, and can it really stop me?"

After being surprised, Gu Chen's face turned a little crazy. He held a long halberd and burned the blue ice flames, and rushed towards the divine weapons all over the sky.

……… “What’s going on?

Where did the spiritual liquid in the lake go? Elder Huang and others, who were practicing here before, have disappeared without a trace! Where did they go?"

In the dark underground space, an old voice echoed.

The person who spoke was a tall and thin old man with white temples. The old man was famous and was Luo Hongzhuo, the Supreme Elder of the Shengyan Sect.

At the beginning, it was him who ran to Longcheng and wanted to capture Murong Xuan and Qiu Tianhan, which led to the fact that Yan Lao was finally left with only a few months of life.

In addition to him, and Yan Lie, who was standing beside him and had a gloomy face, there were several other people in this space.

One of the middle-aged men said hurriedly: "Elder Supreme, I came here to practice, but not only did I find that there was no one here, but even the spiritual liquid in the lake disappeared completely.

After I discovered this, I immediately ran to inform you and the sect leader that I had no idea why this happened here!"

"Maybe someone broke into this place and took away all the spiritual liquids here. Elder Huang and others, maybe... maybe they have encountered an unexpected situation?"

An elder said hesitantly.

Hearing this, the scene was silent.

Although they were unwilling to believe that someone could quietly break up to Shengyan Mountain, snatch the spiritual liquid from the lake, and kill Elder Huang and others, there seemed to be no other explanation for the situation in front of him.

"Who is it? I dare to come to my Shengyan Mountain to play wildly! If I don't tear him into pieces, I, the sect leader, don't have to be like this anymore!"

Yan Lie's voice was so cold that it almost freezes the space. Not long ago, his uncle Qin Fengyun was killed by Lin Chen. Now there are several elders who don't know the life and death of him. He only feels that the dignity of the leader of the Holy Yan Sect has been greatly provoked.
Chapter completed!