Four days have passed since the chaos, in a dark and quiet hut.
This cottage is deep underground, and its surroundings are sealed by strong barriers. If you look out through those barriers, you will find that there is the Eagle City Black Market outside.
In the hut, Bu Jingxian's blue shirt was still fluttering without wind. Qin Shi was lying in the sarcophagus in the center. In that sarcophagus was a large spiritual gathering array made of top-grade Xuan crystals, with very strong spiritual power.
Bang!
Bu Jingxian used his palm force and immediately injected a ray of vitality into Qin Shi's body from his palm. As soon as the vitality came out, his face immediately became pale.
But he gasped for a few breaths, stared at Qin Shi in the sarcophagus and frowned. At this time, Qin Shi's whole body was covered by black curse seals, and the vitality did not play any role. The curse seals kept eroding Qin Shi's skin, which made people feel heartbroken.
"Little guy, hold on. I can only help you. Whether this disaster can be overcome or not is up to you in the end." He shook his head indifferently. The power of the Demon-Devouring Spirit Worm is too strong. It is a poisonous insect that even the realm of the realm is afraid of.
Click!
Just as Bu Jingxian's mind was all focused on Qin Shi's body, a chill made him nervous suddenly. A broken crack appeared in the space behind him, and a huge sword light burst out from it.
Bang!
He reacted very quickly, raised his hand, and a layer of intertwined barriers of the realm counterattacked. With a bang, the two forces suddenly created huge waves in the hut like two ancient beasts seizing food.
Rumble!
The waves were very wild. If it weren't for the hundreds of defensive barriers in this hut, the hut would have turned into ashes under several lights.
But even so, the huge fluctuation destroyed nearly a hundred barriers and tore open several spider-web-like cracks on the walls, which made the power barely stop.
"Bu Jingxian, you are hiding so secretly. Can you find this place where the bird doesn't poop?" Then, a thin and cynical figure jumped out of the crack, and the old Taoist Fengsha swears the giant sword in a slander.
Staring at Fengsha Bu Jingxian, he glared: "This is in the black market of Yingcheng. If you have a door, you don't leave. If you insist on forcibly breaking into the cracks in the space, who can you blame?"
Fengsha shrugged disapprovingly, and then he glanced at the sarcophagus with his eyes slightly serious: "What? This kid hasn't recovered yet?"
The two eyes were intertwined on Qin Shi, and Bu Jingxian shook his head with a sigh. Including the time just now, it was the fourth time he had brought vitality to Qin Shi, but Qin Shi still did not improve at all.
"The three old beasts in the turbulent realm have taken such a fierce attack!"
Fengsha cursed angrily, but even he had no choice but to do this demon-eating spirit insect. He could only stare at him and asked Bu Jingxian helplessly: "Old Guy Bu, you have retired for nearly a thousand years and have not been asking about the world for hundreds of years. Why did this kid make an exception this time?"
But Bu Jingxian did not rush to respond to the questioning of Fengsha, but smiled and said, "Hehe, this is like you have been asking about the world for thousands of years. Since the fall of Qiqing in the East, have you not appeared in a thousand years?"
"That's different. I came out of the mountain this time to make it a good thing." Fengsha suddenly became serious, restraining his previous rebelliousness, staring at Qin Shi's neck with his old eyes cloudy eyes on the sword-shaped neck drop on Qin Shi's neck.
"Qiqing?"
"That's right, this pendant is a holy object of my Sword Sect, and it is also the spirit of the Sword Sect that Qi Qing wore back then."
"The Spirit of the Sword Sect?" Hearing the four words, even Bu Jingxian, a powerful man who was at the top of the continent, trembled slightly, and his eyes changed to a serious look: "You mean, this necklace is one of the eight ancient weapons: the Spirit of the Sword Sect?"
"That's right." Fengsha smiled bitterly, and did not hide it from Bu Jingxian. He looked at the dull Xiangzhu and shook his head: "Although it took three thousand years, I will never admit my mistake."
Bu Jingxian suddenly realized that his eyes, which had always been breeze, finally flashed a bit of a strange luster on the penis: "No wonder, your sword light could not cause harm to this kid during the chaos."
"Haha, that's for sure. The spirit of the Sword Sect is the king of the sword. No sword weapon can reach it. Otherwise, how could I put such a heavy hand?" Boss Fengsha smiled.
"It's not surprising that even you, an old ghost, will appear, but just tell me like that, aren't you afraid that I will embezzle the spirit of the Sword Sect?" Bu Jingxian smiled faintly: "A ancient weapon is enough to call the madness of heaven and earth."
"Haha, you don't know. Although ancient weapons are precious, you may not be able to see them too seriously in your eyes. Who doesn't know that you have seen through the mortal world? Not to mention ancient weapons, there are so many of the supreme weapons that have been famous throughout the ages that have fallen from the black market of your Eagle City, and which one can make you moved." Hearing this, Fengsha was not interested in this. After that, he pointed to Qin Shi's waist lukewarmly, and said a joke: "And, what you said is wrong, not one, it should be two."
Faced with the analysis of wind and sand, Bu Jingxian was stunned and then shook his head with a bitter smile. He was really not interested in these mortal things, so he laughed loudly: "Yes, it should be two, the Eight Desolate Gouyu in the chaotic domain, the Sword Sect Spirit of the Sword Sect, this little baby is really amazing."
"Well, two ancient weapons have gathered together on one person, but they have disappeared for thousands of years." Fengsha nodded in approval.
"So, this time you are looking for this kid, are you trying to take away the spirit of the Sword Sect?" Bu Jingxian asked very directly.
Fengsha shook his head: "No, three thousand years ago, Qi Qing was chased by Ming's group. Before he finally died, he sent back to the Sword Sect and said that she would choose to pass on the inheritance, that is, the person wearing the spirit of the Sword Sect."
"Is there such a thing?"
"Well, so I want to take the kid back to the Sword Sect. And Qi Qing's fall back then was always a mystery. I also want to know what happened back then. All of this depends on the spirit of the Sword Sect." Feng Sha's face turned a little ugly, and the sadness was very obvious.
However, after all, he is an old guy who has lived for thousands of years. He has control over his emotions very well. He returns to normal after a moment of fleetingness. He smiled at Bu Jingxian: "It's time for you now. I'll tell you my story. Why are you helping this kid?"
"Am I?" A bitterness flashed across Bu Jingxian's pale face, as if he had been trapped in a very deep sea of memories. Finally, he sighed: "It's similar to you, this little baby has also been given the mantle of an old friend of mine."
"Your old friend?" Fengsha squeaked his eyes in a strange way and smiled: "Old guy, stop teasing me. Who doesn't know that you, Bu Jingxian, is an iceberg, and no one can get close to you. You will have an old friend?"