"I really thought that the golden elixir stage would be able to dominate the entire cultivation world! Humph!" Seeing the flying sword flying towards him, Ling Luoyu smiled softly. He neither dodged nor evaded, and spread his fingers like this.
He grabbed the flying sword with one claw.
Ling Luoyu's claw seemed to move so slowly that everyone in the hall could clearly see the trajectory of the claw.
"Oh my god! That flying sword... that flying sword is Wan Miao's famous magic weapon Qixuan Slash. Can this young man resist it?" In the main hall, someone who knew the flying sword couldn't help but blurt out.
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In the entire Xuanming Immortal Realm, the number of magic weapons can be said to be very few. Most of them are the treasures of the various sects. When the sect's life and death are not at risk, even the sect leader must carefully consider using them.
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Personally, it is very difficult to have a good magic weapon!
Ancestor Wanmiao got the Seven Mysterious Slash by chance in an unknown cave when he was traveling around in his youth. This flying sword is also one of the recognized magic weapons in the Xuanming Immortal Realm.
"This young man may be able to save his life, but that hand is ruined!" Among the guests in the hall, many people who knew the power of the Qixuan Slash couldn't help but shook their heads and sighed.
"Crack..." There was a soft sound. Although Ling Luoyu's claw seemed to be very slow, the flying sword seemed to be aimed at Ling Luoyu's hand.
Ling Luoyu flipped his hand gently, stretched out two fingers and pinched it gently, and actually clamped the flying sword Qixuan Zhan to death.
Some top-level magic weapons are completely comparable in power to some low-level magic weapons, but in a real battle, even the most powerful magic weapons are far from being a match for magic weapons. All this is just because of - spirituality.
The minimum standard for measuring a magic weapon is that the magic weapon itself must have a hint of spirituality. Of course, the higher the grade of the magic weapon, the more spiritual it will be.
Since the Qixuan Slash is a magic weapon, it certainly has spirituality. It was gently clamped by Ling Luoyu's two legs. The Qixuan Slash seemed to be unwilling to do so. It was like a living thing, twisting and turning in Ling Luoyu's hands.
Trying to escape from Ling Luoyu's grasp.
"Humph! You're still not honest!" Ling Luoyu stretched out his hand and flicked the Qixuan Sword.
"Qiang..." A clear sound came, and the Qixuan Slash suddenly became eclipsed and became quiet. He smiled faintly. Ling Luoyu put the Qixuan Slash into the storage ring and turned around to look.
At this time, there was silence in the main hall. Perhaps, even if a pin fell to the ground at this time, it would be like thunder.
"Only two fingers subdued the famous Qixuan Slash in the Xuanming Immortal Realm!" This scene left everyone only deeply shocked. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe that someone could do it.
So awesome!
All magic weapons can recognize their masters, and this Qixuan Slash is of course no exception. As early as when he first obtained this Qixuan Slash, Wanmiao Ancestor had already shed his blood to recognize its master, leaving a trace of spiritual consciousness in the Qixuan Slash.
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If you want to conquer a magic weapon that has already recognized its owner, there are only two ways: first, kill the original owner of the magic weapon, and the magic weapon will naturally become ownerless. Second, forcibly erase the original owner of the magic weapon and leave it there.
Of course, there are no traces in the magic weapon. Without more cultivation than the previous owner of this magic weapon, it is simply impossible to achieve this.
And the moment Ling Luoyu clamped the Qixuan Slash and flicked it lightly, Wanmiao Ancestor suddenly felt a violent shock all over his body, and then he couldn't sense any trace of the Qixuan Slash that was connected to his mind. Obviously, he
The spiritual consciousness left in his Qixuan Slash was completely erased by Ling Luoyu's flick.
"Escape! This Ling Luoyu has at least reached the legendary Nascent Soul stage, otherwise he would never be able to erase the mark I left in Qixuan Slash so easily! It seems that he is really as deep as the rumored one.
Unpredictable, I am far from my opponent!" Thinking of the legendary terror of the Nascent Soul Stage monks, Wanmiao Ancestor still had no courage to resist. He flashed his body and tried to escape.
"Want to escape? Did you escape? I have told you before that if I take action, you will definitely die!" A cold snort suddenly sounded in the ears of Ancestor Wanmiao. Ancestor Wanmiao only felt his body lighten and his neck.
Tightly, a white hand appeared out of thin air and pinched his throat with one claw.
The white figure flashed, and Ling Luoyu appeared out of thin air in front of Ancestor Wanmiao. At this moment, Ling Luoyu was holding Ancestor Wanmiao's throat with one hand, looking indifferent and cold.
"Senior, spare your life! This junior is too blind to see Mount Tai! Don't you want our sect's cultivation method? Xiaoqi, why don't you get it for this senior quickly!" Ancestor Wan Miao's face turned red as his throat was grabbed.
The color was blue and purple. At this time when his life was at stake, he didn't care about his face.
Logically speaking, Wanmiao Ancestor has lived for hundreds of years, and he should have enjoyed what he should have enjoyed long ago. He should also care about life and death! But in fact, this is not the case. This Wanmiao Ancestor seems to be alive.
The longer he lives, the more he fears death! As long as he can survive, he will admit it even if he looks ugly in front of these juniors.
"Is this the so-called top master in the Xuanming Immortal Realm? Is this human nature?" Wanmiao Ancestor's performance not only did not make Ling Luoyu feel good at all, but instead despised him even more. With a slight push of his finger, Ling Luoyu was about to prepare
Break his neck mercilessly.
"Senior, please forgive me! I still have a big secret to tell you? You are definitely interested!" Seeing that the force on his neck seemed to be a little stronger, Wanmiao Ancestor said quickly without hesitation.
"Big secret? What secret? Tell me, if you can really satisfy me, it is not impossible to spare your life!" Ling Luoyu paused slightly, frowned, and said.
"This..." Ancestor Wanmiao glanced around the main hall and stopped talking.
There are so many people in the main hall, it is indeed a bit inappropriate. If the message is transmitted, it may fall into the ears of a third person. Since it is a secret? Of course Ling Luoyu is not willing to do this.
At this time, the owner of the Wanmiao Valley happened to walk in from the outside holding a stack of practice books. Seeing this, Ling Luoyu grabbed it from the air and directly put the practice method of the Wanmiao Valley into the ring.
"Zi Die, I have something to do and I have to leave first, so you can take care of yourself!" He glanced at the extremely embarrassed Wan Miao Zhenjun, and then looked at Qin Zi Die who was not far away with a look of shock on his face.
"Luo Yu, what happened in the past was Zi Die's fault. Zi Die couldn't forgive you? But now, where can I go from here? Luo Yu, will you take me with you? I know you won't let me go.
!" Zidie smiled sadly, stared at Ling Luoyu, mustered up her courage, and said.
"Zidi, we are friends and will always be. If there is anything we can do to help, as long as you ask, Luo Yu will never refuse!" Ling Luo Yu shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Humans are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless? Perhaps, in Ling Luoyu's heart, there is always the shadow of Qin Zidie, but now, Ling Luoyu thinks more about Qiao'er, the one who can give his life for him
woman!
Although the beauty passed away, Ling Luoyu always only cared about her in his heart!
"Luo Yu! Are we really just friends?" I felt pity for Zi Die's miserable expression.
"Once upon a time, the sea was too difficult for water, but Wushan is not the cloud! Zidie, if you really have nowhere to go, come to...Piaoxue...shan...village!" The voice became more and more distant. In the main hall, Ling Luoyu
The figure of Patriarch Wanmiao has long since disappeared.