All the practitioners gathered at Qinglong Mountain.
Qinglong Guan played a wonderful trick and invited all the heroes who wanted to seize the treasure to go up the mountain: Anyway, we at Qinglong Guan are not able to subjugate this magic weapon. All practitioners in the world are of the same family. Let’s try and see who can subdue this magic weapon. We Qinglong Guan Guan is willing to offer it with both hands.
These treasure-hunting heroes are a little confused: And this is a good thing, I was planning to fight my way through to snatch the magic treasure.
Of course, these people are not fools. Some of them realized that there was a conspiracy in Qinglong Temple.
If it were you, a top-notch magical weapon, you would be willing to give it to others.
It is impossible for Qinglongguan to give this magic weapon away to others.
However, if they were to grab it head-on, none of these practitioners would have the confidence to defeat the others with their skills. If they could really subdue the magic weapon and the attack power would be doubled, it would not be impossible to escape with the help of the magic weapon.
So everyone went up the mountain.
Chen Zhe and Qin Xin hid in the crowd and were inconspicuous.
Beforehand, seven or eight people had tried to subdue the long black sword, but they all failed and were injured. Two or three of them were backlashed by the magic weapon's vicious energy, hurting their essence and blood. I'm afraid their cultivation has been ruined. How can one " The word "miserable" is quite good.
This young man was the ninth to come up.
"Who is this young man? Just now Tianyuan Sanren failed, but he can do it,"
"I haven't seen it before. Let's take a look first. There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the cultivation world. This young man may have some special skills."
Chen Zhe and Qin Xin heard the practitioners next to them whispering.
At first, Qinglong Temple invited everyone to go up the mountain to surrender the magic weapon. Everyone couldn't believe it, but the magic weapon was placed there, shining brightly.
At first, these people rushed to subdue the magic weapon first, but the magic weapon backfired and injured several people.
Everyone knows that the magic weapon is powerful, but they are afraid of hurting their own vitality and eliminating the evil spirit of the magic weapon. On the contrary, it will be used as a wedding dress later, which will make it easier for others.
These people all began to shirk and retreat, and this young man was quite courageous.
Whether it is Qinglong Temple, these smaller sects, or individual practitioners, no one has immortal magic weapons. Even the Methodist Sect, Tianxin Pavilion, Lieyang Sect, Guanxin Tower, and immortal magic weapons are all available.
What's more, this fairy magic weapon came out with great fanfare, and it is simply a top-notch magic weapon.
"What kind of sword is this?" Chen Zhe asked Qin Xin in a low voice.
The little girl looked at the style of the sword carefully and was confused: "I can't say, I don't know who sealed this sword in Qinglong Mountain. It seems that even the people in Qinglong Temple don't know. It's very possible. It's something from hundreds of thousands of years ago. It's hard to guess, but you'll know when someone surrenders."
The young man was not impressive in appearance. He was wearing yellow overalls with XX gas station written on the back.
Chen Zhe said blankly: "It turns out that the workers at the gas station are also practitioners."
"Of course, there are all three religions and nine streams, but they are usually hidden and no one dares to reveal their cultivation," Qin Xin said in a low voice.
The young man put his hand on the long sword, and the sword buzzed and let out a low groan. It trembled violently and swayed from side to side, like a dragon, tumbling back and forth to prevent the young man from holding it.
As soon as the young man stretched out his hand, he encountered great resistance. A practitioner subduing the magic weapon was no different from a rider subduing a fierce horse.
Either suppress it with force, or have a great chance, or someone with profound spiritual practice can help you, otherwise someone like Chen Zhe will not be able to touch the magic weapon of immortality.
The last time he subdued the evil spirit, it was Qin Rong, the original owner, who helped him, which made it much easier. Otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to do it.
The young man's face turned red when he encountered the resistance of the sword.
Even Chen Zhe, who was so far away, felt it was difficult to breathe, not to mention that he was the first to bear the brunt.
These practitioners immediately started talking about it.
"Humph, I don't know how much I can do, and I don't even know how much I weigh."
"It's okay. He can use up some of the grievances that have been suppressed by law. It will save us a lot of effort when the time comes,"
"Tell me, should we try it next?"
"No, you see that magic weapon is full of energy, obviously there are still a lot of grievances that have not been resolved,"
"Oh, it turns out that magic weapon is so powerful. I just wanted to be the first to take action. Otherwise, I would be the one to bear the pressure now. How lucky you are."
Everyone was either happy, despised, or based on their own calculations.
The so-called cultivators are just a group of people with special powers. They are people with bad natures, and their thoughts are not much different from those of ordinary people.
Seeing that he could not withstand the power of the magic weapon, the young man gritted his teeth, took out a talisman from his body and threw it into the air.
The cinnabar on the charm was full of red light, sparkling, and ignited spontaneously in mid-air without fire.
A boy of sixteen or seventeen asked: "What kind of talisman is that?"
The middle-aged man standing next to him seemed to be his elder. He replied: "It seems to be a falling treasure talisman, specially used to deal with magic weapons. He still has this hand, so he is well prepared."
With these people explaining, Chen Zhe doesn't even need to ask Qin Xin.
A small piece of yellow paper flew and burned in the air, but it burned for half a minute and still remained. Under a series of green halos, the attack magic weapon of the long sword was trapped.
The young man's spirit was shaken. He pinched the magic weapon with his hand and murmured to himself. In an instant, Chen Zhe felt that the pressure he was under was greatly reduced. The young man's momentum faintly suppressed the magic weapon and gained the upper hand.
Can he subdue this magic weapon?
Chen Zhe stared closely.
The long sword trembled non-stop and let out an angry roar, which was suppressed by the young man's momentum for a while.
The young man was so powerful that he slapped his own chest with a palm, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Chen Zhe was shocked. Was he planning to harm himself?
The blood spurted out, and the young man drew a circle in the air with one hand, gathering the spurted blood together.
The blood flying in the air was actually restrained by his true energy, and was drawn into a circle.
Bang bang bang.
The young man punched his chest a few more times, and blood spurted out as if for free. Chen Zhe was stunned for a moment: Damn, why are you so desperate? You think your whole body is covered with hematopoietic stem cells. What.
The little girl next to him sighed: "This guy is trying his best. It is difficult for low-level cultivators like them to survive, and they are likely to be mediocre all their lives. If they don't work hard when they have the opportunity, they will never turn around."
Chen Zhe lowered his head and said nothing.
The world of spiritual practice is not a paradise. You have to work hard to climb up, and it is even more dangerous than people in the secular world.
The young man punched himself seven or eight times, his eyes were red, and after losing so much blood, his face actually looked more energetic.
However, Qin Xin knew that he was recovering from his illness, and his injuries were not serious. It would be fine if he could subdue the magic weapon, but if he could not subdue him, his cultivation would deteriorate and he would suffer a serious illness.
Chen Zhe looked at him with a look of admiration: This guy is much more motivated than him. If he is allowed to punch himself so many times, he will do nothing.
It hurts like hell.
Even the practitioners around them have mostly lost their contempt and turned to respect.
The young man shouted low, and used the blood as a guide to cast an extremely complicated spell on himself. While the falling treasure talisman temporarily suppressed the magic weapon, he stepped forward and once again reached out to grab the hilt of the long sword.
The long sword buzzed non-stop, suddenly flew up, and the tip of the sword flew towards him.
The talisman on the young man's body suddenly lit up and turned into circles, like ropes, trapping the sword in it and unable to move.
An old cultivator next to Chen Zhe was shocked: "Blood Lead Yulongfang, he can actually do this kind of magic,"
The heroes exclaimed and stared, as if they had seen a monster, with wonderful expressions.
Chen Zhe took the little girl's hand and asked in a low voice: "Xue Yin Yu Long Fang, what is that?"
Qin Xin also had a look of amazement on her fair face: "That was a spell from a long time ago. No one has used it for hundreds of years. It is a spell that uses one's own blood as a guide to subdue the evil dragon at the expense of overdrawing one's vitality. It can also be used When it comes to subduing magic weapons, think about it, even an evil dragon can be subdued, and that little magic weapon is no big deal."
So powerful.
Chen Zhe was also amazed: "Then tell me, can he subdue that sword?"
The little girl frowned and thought: "It's difficult. First-class Taoism also requires first-class cultivation. This young man has just established his foundation and is a little better than you. If he has the cultivation to enter the Holy Third Realm, Because, then there will be no suspense,"
Chen Zhe didn't care much about the magic weapon. He was just shocked by the young man's behavior. He even hoped that the young man would succeed in his efforts and it would be best if he could subdue the magic weapon.
He didn't know that his idea was in line with the Taoist thought of inaction.
Usually people who cultivate themselves are brave and diligent, constantly trying to impress others, and what they learn is Taoist practice, which is actually contrary to Taoist ideas.
Just like that young man, unwilling to be inferior to others, he was willing to sacrifice his life in exchange for a magic weapon.
Taoist inaction does not mean not seeking to achieve something, but it simply means that everything must "accord with the time of heaven, the nature of the earth, and the heart of man", and do not violate the "time of heaven, the nature of the earth, and the human heart" and act based on subjective wishes and imagination.
Following nature is the way to go.
The young man used his own essence and blood to use his blood to guide the dragon. For a moment, the momentum of the fairy magic sword was suppressed. The buzzing sound became weaker and weaker, and there were faint signs that it was about to be subdued.
Um.
Chen Zhe found that the practitioners around him all took a few steps forward, their eyes full of hostility.
The disciples of Qinglong Temple also vaguely surrounded the young man, and unconsciously squeezed into the middle.
At this moment, everyone present had greed in their hearts and wanted to take possession of the magic weapon. They did not want the young man to obtain the magic weapon.
Once the young man surrenders the magic weapon, I am afraid that all the practitioners will kill him together.
"So that's it. Sure enough, Qinglong Temple has no good intentions, and these people are not kind either," a thought passed through Chen Zhe's mind.
The young man was in the middle of the game and could not see it as clearly as Chen Zhe. Instead, his eyes were full of excitement. Seeing that the sword was about to be surrendered by him, he felt resentment in his chest, and he was about to succeed.
"Hey, don't push forward,"
A Qinglongguan disciple blocked everyone with his hand. Chen Zhe glanced at it. He knew this Qinglongguan disciple, Shen Weiyang, the guy who pretended to teach Chen Zhe a lesson, but was knocked down by Chen Zhe with a few old punches.