Wusheng felt a little dizzy, because it consumed a lot of mana.

I looked down at the magic weapon in my hand. It was good, but it was too blue.

Looking at the body of Rakshasa whose head had been split in half, Wusheng waved his big stick and sent it for the last journey. With a thud, the head flew out, hit the wall, and rolled to the ground. The body was still standing there with a straight erect.

Wusheng scratched his head, thinking about whether he should destroy the corpse. Then he waved the wooden stick in his hand again. After a while, he smashed the body of Rakshasa and smashed it into a spider-web-like crack. Then he took out the magic weapon and shone it for a moment. When the golden light fell, a crack was made, and a hole was directly displayed on the chest of the flesh.

There was a faint light of blood in my chest.

When I took a look at the Wusheng Lun, I saw a blood-colored gem as big as a fist in my body. It had fine silky fine lines on it, but it was directly passed through by a blue-gold spear.

This is the heart of Rakshasa? This position should be.

Wusheng pounded the Bodhi wooden stick in his hand a few times, which was very hard and gradually increased the force. A crack appeared on it, with a crisp sound, and then it fell. Then, the body of Rakshasa was also broken and fell to the ground.

Wusheng squatted down and knocked the broken body with the wooden stick in his hand. He found that they became very fragile and broke as soon as they hit, and were far less hard than they were at the beginning of the whole.

“Because important parts were destroyed?”

Wusheng lowered his head and thought, and shouts came from above his head. It was because the person above saw that he had been going down for too long and was worried that he would have an accident. He shouted outside, responding that he was very safe inside.

The body had been destroyed, and Wusheng's eyes fell on the blue-gold spears, with some talismans engraved on them.

"It looks like it's a baby. Should I take it away together?"

He measured the length slightly, and it seemed to be a little longer and could not be put into his "ruyi bag".

"It would be great if it could be shorter." He said to himself, while tentatively injecting mana into it, but the result was not as he wished. These spears were still the same.

"You can't change, even if the baby level is not too high, then don't want it!"

Seeing that it was impossible to take it away, it was inconvenient to carry these few sticks on your body, Wusheng had to do it, and at the same time he regretted that he didn't buy a larger "ruyi bag" at the beginning. Not to mention that he could hold a mountain or a house!

If you have the chance, you must change to a new one.

Wusheng thought about the process of destroying the Rakshasa body just now. This was a rare practical process and very reference-based. Through this Rakshasa body, he could infer some of the characteristics of the "Rakshasa King" pressing underground in Lanruo Temple. If he destroys it in the future, he can avoid detours.

Through his experience just now, he guessed that the "Rakshasa King"'s body would definitely not be able to rest assured if he destroyed his head, but he had to destroy his heart.

I don’t know if a divine fire can destroy the head and heart of the “Rakshasa King” at the same time?

Wushengyou, who was about to go up, turned his head and looked at the blue-gold spears. After careful consideration, since he could penetrate the corpse of Rakshasa and firmly kill it here, it should be very hard and has strong destructive power. When he comes back, he has to find a way to take them away.

Wusheng walked out of the cave in one step.

"The problems inside have been solved, and the hidden dangers of your tribe have been solved together." Wusheng said to Sang Yang.

"Really, that's great!" Sang Yang was very happy after hearing this, and then relayed Wusheng's words with the old priest and the tribe members who came beside him. The old priest was also very happy.

Wusheng was about to leave, but Sang Yang and the old priest said that they would not let him go, and they had to ask him back to the tribe and thank him very much.

Before leaving, Wusheng sealed the hole with a huge rock so that no one would accidentally enter it.

When they returned to the tribe, Sang Yang's father, Sang Qing, the leader of the tribe, came back. He was tall and burly, and his hair was half white.

Sang Yang and the monk came to him to salute, and then told him about the matter, Sang Qing's eyes fell on Wusheng.

"The monk from the pass?" Sang Qing said.

"yes."

“What are you doing here?”

“Passing by.”

After asking a few questions, he stopped talking to Wusheng, but turned to Sang Yang and the priest and whispered a few words. The priest turned around and left, and Sang Yang invited Wusheng to his tent.

"There are very few people in the tribe who come to Guandi. My father has always been like this, and I hope you don't mind." After entering the tent, Sang Yang explained.

"It's not a problem. I'm just a passerby. I'm just asking for directions. If I can help you, it would be even better." Wusheng waved his hand with a smile. As he said, he was just a passerby, and he naturally wouldn't take his cold attitude towards Sang Qing.

"I have always wanted to ask some things, but I didn't say that people in the pass are hostile to us, the so-called alien races?"

Wusheng was a little surprised when he heard about Sang Yang's question.

"Of course not all."

He was sure of this. Some people were very hostile to these alien races, while others did not. They had never contacted foreign races, or even heard of them. Just like those people from Li in Ningjia Village under Lanruo Temple, where did they get hostility? Just like outside this pass, not all aliens were hostile to people in the pass, right?

"Just you won't be hostile to the people in the pass, right?"

“But most of them are right?”

"I don't know this, and I don't have many people to come into contact with." Wusheng answered truthfully.

Sang Yang was silent after hearing this.

"If nothing else, I should leave."

"Please wait, we promised you earlier that if you can help us lift the curse of the tribe, you will give you the most precious gift in the tribe." Sang Yang said.

"No need." Wusheng said with a smile.

"Our Bawu tribe will do what we say." Sang Yang insisted on asking Wusheng to wait again.

Wusheng smiled. He found that after returning from the mountain, Sang Yang's attitude towards him changed, he became much more respectful and a little wary.

Is it because I have revealed my cultivation?

After waiting for a stick of incense, the priest came to the tent. The old man's expression changed, he no longer had a worry, and had a little smile on his face. He walked to Sang Yang and said a few words to him with a smile. Sang Yang smiled happily after hearing this, then stood up and saluted Wusheng.

"This is the highest salute in our tribe. Thank you for lifting the curse for our tribe. Please wait a moment and I will go to see my father."

The old priest left with Sang Yang. After a while, Sang Yang came back and brought a long wooden box more than four feet long.

"This is a gift from our tribe, I hope you can accept it."

After saying that, he opened the box and exposed an ancient sword more than three feet long. The scabbard was cast by black gold and had ancient patterns on it.

Is this, the magic sword?

Looking at the sword placed in front of him, Wusheng was quite surprised.

By the way, when he first came to this world, he really wanted to be a sword cultivator like Yan Chixia, who was able to control the sword and was free and easy, but now he has entered the wrong career and is not easy to change. However, this does not hinder his deep love for swords. Who stipulates that monks cannot use swords and cannot control swords?

Wusheng reached out to pick up the sword, which was very heavy.

Hold the hilt of the sword in one hand and pull it hard.

Um?!

The sword didn't move.

What's going on?

He used his magic power and increased his strength, but he still couldn't pull it out.

His face turned slightly red, and he looked up in confusion at Sang Yang and the old priest in front of him.

"We have never pulled out this sword since we got it." Sang Yang explained when he saw this, a look of disappointment flashed through his eyes.

"It turns out that he can't pull it out either." He also wanted to see what this sword looked like, but unfortunately no one has successfully pulled it out over the years.

I knew that this was a treasure before I even pulled out the sword, and I had to give it to someone. This idea is so amazing!

"This sword originated from an ancient temple in the Western Regions. It is rumored that it was a treasure of a living Buddha in the Western Regions to refine demons. Later, for some reason, it wandered around. Because my grandfather made great contributions to the war with the king, he rewarded him." Sang Yang said.

"The magic weapon for the living Buddha to refine demons is the Buddha's sword. Why can't I pull it out? I don't have enough cultivation? Or is this sword still feel that I have a face and need to be refined?"

Staring at the sword in his hand, Wusheng felt a little big when he thought of this.

He now has two magic weapons, one has just been refined and has not been completely successful yet, and he doesn't know when it will be completely successful. According to the method Mu Cangliu told him, it may take several years, decades, or even longer, because the more powerful the magic weapon is, the longer it will take to refine it.

The treasure of King Yu, the sharp edge of the magic axe, is not sure about it yet. If he had another Buddhist sword, he would not know how to clone the art. Where did a person get so much energy!
Chapter completed!