Venerable Fuyao, wearing Yuncheng's robe, passed by out of the corner of his eye.
In his opinion, even if a person in the middle stage of Nascent Soul masters such a valuable treasure, he is just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
You can suppress it by turning your hand and take away the treasure that is suspected to be the birth tool spirit.
There is a big difference between the spirit of the soul flag and the spirit of the weapon. Just like the peak Great True Monarch, his aura is round and full of inspiration. It doesn't feel like the spirit of the ordinary soul flag weapon.
Of course, the mere suspicion is enough for him to pay attention to it. Legend has it that all treasures that give birth to weapon spirits are extremely powerful, and as long as they are obtained, they can completely distance themselves from Chuiyun.
Not to mention the value of such a treasure itself.
It is said that the treasure from which the weapon spirit was born contains the secret of attaining enlightenment and becoming an immortal.
Although no one has confirmed this, every monk who is in charge of the treasure is a person with amazing talents and has left a mark in the world of spiritual practice.
When such a treasure appears in the world, shouldn't it be in the hands of virtuous people?
How can we let the artifact gather dust and be thrown into someone else's hands by mistake?
But in this Xingluo Sea, Lord Donghai is missing and the news of his death is suppressed, so there is only one competitor left.
A flash of light flashed in the eyes of Lord Fuyao, but he suppressed it and returned to the deep and indifferent form of the past. However, the locked spiritual consciousness did not relax at all. Instead, it flashed over and over again, and turned back over and over again.
Seeing that Chuiyun had a similar reaction to him, he asked: "Why are you retreating?"
"Why are you retreating?" Chuiyun, who was holding hands in his sleeves, tilted his head slightly.
Gujing Wubo's eyes were filled with waves.
He raised his hand and gently shook it to hold out a small tripod.
The water in the cauldron ripples.
Turning the palms, the small cauldron turned into a big cauldron in the wind. Flowers, birds, fish and insects competed to fly over the cauldron to draw the blue sky. But above the blue sky, there was a huge creature, like a fish and a bird. Along with the water waves in the cauldron, it gushed out and stagnated.
The strange giant thing on the cauldron wall began to swim slowly, as if it was swimming in the vast sea or flying in the sky.
But in an instant, the phantom had completely enveloped the sky.
The sky-covering wings slowly folded down, grabbing a piece of the sky.
Venerable Fuyao had a stern look on his face and said loudly: "The Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron forged from the body of Kunpeng is indeed a powerful Taoist weapon rarely seen in the world." There was not much fear on his face. Instead, he gave a light drink and raised the weapon in his hand.
Crutches, crutches are like a mysterious creature, stretching its waist and showing its body.
The strange-shaped crooked cane was straight, and the dry and cracked stone armor covering it, which looked like tree bark, fell off and was replaced by tiny golden scales and feathers.
A flash.
The end of the 'crutch' suddenly looked like a terrifying monster opening its fangs, forming two forks.
The two forks are one short and the other short.
As the fragments of feathers attached to the main pole gathered at the long and short ends, they quickly condensed into a complete blade. Master Fuyao stretched out his hand to hold the long knife and pulled out the blade smoothly.
"But my Tianpeng Sword takes the Kunpeng's crest pillar-stationed divine condensation feathers and the azure gold essence. Just these 3,600 feathers..."
Venerable Chuiyun's eyes focused on the Tianpeng blade.
Immediately, he glanced sarcastically at Master Fuyao, who was still sighing and boasting: "Is it yours?"
"How not."
"This is the sect's treasure."
"Zongmen?"
"Which sect?"
Fuyao, who looked a little older, chuckled, as if he didn't realize Chuiyun's questioning, with a puzzled look on his face: "Tianpeng Sect?"
Chuiyun looked solemn and sneered: "What? Have you even forgotten your ancestors? You must point me out."
Venerable Fuyao was not impatient at all, but smiled calmly: "Since they are all inherited by the sect, and I am a monk of the sect, the Tianpeng Sword is the magic weapon of my lineage, and I will be in charge of it."
It couldn't be better, senior brother, why should you be so worried about it?"
Then he turned his eyes to look at the flying banner behind Taiyi and said: "The world's treasures belong to those who are virtuous. Since senior brother claims to be a direct descendant of the sect, I will give the sect's Kunpeng inheritance to senior brother, and senior brother can take it for himself."
"As he said this, he made a gesture of invitation and looked towards the ancient ruins of the Ghost Sea.
How many people know how much is buried in the ancient ruins?
At least, as Chuiyun who experienced that battle back then, he always believed that his path was right.
Kun is Kun, Peng is Peng, and neither of them can be called Kunpeng alone. It was only because of the development of the two paths that the sect's ideas became antagonistic, and that's when the great war took place.
The view of the hanging clouds is as wide as one's eyes.
His eyes suddenly became much redder.
Even a genius like him couldn't follow the original path from scratch, which led to the emergence of two sects, Kunyun and Tianpeng. Compared with Tianjiao, this undoubtedly simplified the path and allowed
More 'ordinary' monks embark on this path. Although he is not an ordinary person at all in the eyes of ordinary monks.
Is the Kunpeng inheritance still important?
Of course it is extremely important, but just putting the inheritance there will not have a big impact. And the person in front of him, the soul flag that gave birth to the weapon spirit, is a real treasure that can enhance his strength. Once it is shaken
If you have to go, the balance between the two will inevitably be broken.
In the same way, as long as he can obtain the soul flag, his strength will also be improved.
The two venerables standing on the clouds now had a strong smell of gunpowder. If the atmosphere just now was very subtle, now there is a kind of calm and depression before the storm.
Their eyes had moved away from each other and looked at Taiyi again.
Taiyi was sitting cross-legged on the clouds, and there was no need for him to cast any sky-controlling spells.
Holding the seal, muttering something in his mouth, he formed a series of magic knots with his fingers and entered the magic circle in front of him. The golden and red lines on the main pole of the soul flag standing behind him were connected in series, and the flag cloth was raised like a veil.
A picture of the sky blocking out the sun.
The vast evil spirit rolls like a wild waterfall.
The soul flags surrounding it are like a blue dragon, spitting endlessly as it rolls.
Black clouds filled the sky, and green-faced and fanged figures jumped out one after another, opening their bloody mouths to absorb the boundless evil energy for the soul flag.
Taiyi also raised his head and looked at the two venerables, with a slightly nervous look on his face. He didn't know whether it would be possible this time. After all, Tu Shanjun had speculated that the evil spirit of the Ghost Sea was not enough.
However, looking at the ruins as square as the earth below, Taiyi felt that it might be barely enough.
I just don’t know if I need to overcome the tribulation. It is said that many powerful treasures will cause powerful catastrophes when they are formed. Maybe God feels that such treasures should not exist, or they are powerful enough to resonate with the world.
He doesn't know.
When facing two venerables, this is not the time to think so much.
All he could do was to calm down as much as possible, and look at this unexpected weapon refining calmly from the perspective of a weapon refining master. As long as he could control the Soul Flag to guide the evil energy here, he could refine it into a rod of transformation.
Soldiers, there are ways to break the situation.
Taiyi's half-opened eyes suddenly opened, and light flashed in them.
At this moment, he succeeded in cultivating the Nascent Soul and became a great true king.
However, there was no look of surprise on his face. The improvement of this level is just a matter of time and effort. As long as you accumulate slowly, you will eventually be able to achieve it one day.
Thanks to the power of the Yinhun Pill, many years of time were saved. Otherwise, with this body, it would be difficult to become the Great True Lord in such a short time.
He also felt the bottleneck.
The Great True Lord is already at the limit of this body.
Unless he can further find his own path like Tu Shanjun.
But this is obviously impossible.
Who can achieve enlightenment twice in the same realm? And each time there are different gains, which are fed back to one's own strength. Taiyi feels that he is not without talent, but compared with Tu Shanjun, he is still far behind.
Tu Shanjun turned around with his peripheral vision as if he was feeling something.
He didn't know what Taiyi was thinking. The top priority was how to use the evil energy of the ghost sea to refine Tao soldiers.
In Wu'angui Ruins, Donghai Lord's Yang Shen was indeed extremely weak, but it was not something he could simply decompose. The fastest way was undoubtedly like Old Monster Jing did back then, letting go of the soul flag to force the Venerable Yang Shen to enter.
At that time, he was still in the Golden Core realm, and Monster Jing's forced intrusion caused the soul flag to be damaged. If it hadn't been repaired later, there would have been a big problem.
"meaning?"
Venerable Fuyao laughed loudly, stroking his beard and sighed: "Breaking through in the face of battle. You are indeed extraordinary for being able to think calmly under such circumstances and even break through."
As he spoke, he raised the Tianpeng Sword in his hand and looked into the distance: "That treasure has also reached the critical moment of transformation. Since the ghost sea is not full of evil energy, let me help you!"
As he spoke, he slowly raised the long knife in his hand.
Actuated by mana, the blade of the sword soared into the sky like a pillar of light.
Thousands of miles of smoke, clouds, and rays of light were all shining brightly. Under the sword struck by Master Fuyao, a long and narrow hole appeared in the sky, which could not be healed for a long time.
The boundless sea was calm and calm, as if it was just a breeze blowing by.
No one knew that His Holiness had taken action just now.
Taiyi opened his spiritual consciousness to explore in confusion, but his spiritual consciousness did not catch any useful information for him. On the contrary, his doubts became a lot worse.
Venerable Chuiyun watched with a blank expression. In his eyes, there was nothing praiseworthy about this sword, it was just the Venerable's ordinary performance.
It only made him a little surprised that the weapon spirit standing in front of the formation quickly resisted. Although this resistance seemed to be separated from the light of Master Fuyao's sword.
"Is this the potential of the heavy treasure weapon spirit?"
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Tu Shanjun's face was solemn, and this trick was yet another demonstration of His Majesty's skill.
It seemed like only a breeze passing by, but in fact, there were already rough waves under the sea. The fish, shrimps, turtles and turtles turned into blood under the strangulation of that light, and then took advantage of the wind and merged into the boundless evil energy above.
This sword seemed to have carved out a new world.
No, he can do it without a knife, he can use any weapon or even his own fist.
This is the Venerable's control over heaven and earth.
In the sky where the Venerable is, whatever creatures you want to die will die, and whatever creatures you don't want to die will not die.
Master Fuyao used the Tianpeng Sword simply because it was his Taoist weapon. Even such powerful monks still need treasures with them, because they are not facing weak ones, but beings of the same level or even more powerful.
Tu Shanjun felt the flow of nature, his eyes full of gloom and heavyness.
Compared with the Venerable's transcendent methods, the small world he created using his magic power was like a paper lake.