Chapter 190 The Sword of Returning to the Sun

Author: Dragon Slaughter

Chapter 190 The Sword of Returning to the Sun

The shadow of the blue gold copper axe flashed and disappeared on the sword of Jianren Life.

Qi Jingzhi really never expected that he had just recited a small poem he heard from Deng Fuqing, which actually aroused Zheng Xian's mood, so that this Langya Lord not only gave him a secret to the world and a Taoist poem, but also gave him a great fortune to Jiansheng Life.

The power of the Sun Entry that Hou Anfeng had obtained with great hardship was so easily given to this long sword by Langya Jun.

When Zheng Xian, the king of Langya, raised his fan and led it, a colorful golden flame flew up from the golden cauldron, covering Jianren Life.

The long sword with a black and golden scales on its spine shook suddenly, and suddenly turned into a colorful blue gold lightning that soared into the sky, sank into the clouds, and disappeared suddenly.

Three young men on the ground stared at each other for a long time, but could not see any trace.

"Su Ze Ling Tian, ​​and fell into Wujian. Zheng sent it into Wuji and led his spirituality!"

Zheng Xian explained, looked at Qi Jingzhi's right arm, and said with some meaning: "In fact, this method and the method of sacrifice are the same as the method of sacrifice, and there is no difference between the superiority and inferiority. They all need luck and time to take. However, since Jianren Life has a little power to enter the sun, he goes straight to Wuji's wilderness to attract the right spirits to throw it, and he should achieve twice the result with half the effort."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a knife roar in the sky like a roar, swaying the wind and blew the clouds, cleaning the sky.

Immediately, there were golden flames that shine in the sky, and the long sword frying life again appeared in the sky, hovering and dancing like a living thing.

Immediately afterwards, the colorful golden flames used by Langya Jun to refine weapons were quietly extinguished, and a phantom appeared on the blade of Jianren Life.

It was a strange little tree with red body and as bright as a danqi. Ten red branches stretched in all directions. The leaves on the branches were lush and green, and their shape was like a shackle, shining with a blue golden light.

Qi Jingzhi looked up and watched. The red and blue-gold lights reflected into his clear eyes, making them look brilliant.

He was shocked, and only one thought was left: "I had heard of the fire refining weapons in the aisle before, and I finally saw it with my own eyes today!"

"What a wonder! This tree has ten branches, green leaves and red flowers, and it is clearly a seedling like a tree!"

Langya Jun stroking his palm and laughed, exclaiming: "Although the spiritual light is still weak, his talent is not bad. As long as you cultivate it well, you will achieve something!"

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but withdraw his gaze from the sky and turned to look at Zheng Xian: "Ruo Wood? There is Ruo Wood in the east of the sky, and Ruo Wood with a candle dragon is placed under it?"

"That's right! If Mura is a mulberry tree, it is the legendary tree that lives in the sun, and is known as "the last ten days, and its beauty shines down to the ground." Therefore, in fact, there are three places where the wood is born in the valley of the sunrise in the east of the sky, also known as Fumu. The second is born in the shore of Ruoshui in the South China Sea, and the third is born in the abyss of the setting sun at the western end."

Qi Jingzhi became more and more surprised when he heard this. How long has it been since Jianren Life has been able to attract the spirit of the weapon from such a distant place? What a mysterious place is this Wuji wilderness?

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Maybe I'm asking, senior, I have heard that if I want to refine a spiritual weapon, I need to climb the spiritual platform at the third realm to attract the lost spirit. Could it be that the spirit of this weapon comes from the wilderness of the Wuji?"

When asked this question, what Qi Jingzhi was thinking about was Ding Lingwei.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Xian nodded softly: "As we ascended to the stage, we were like sitting on the roof of our home waiting for a rabbit. When we entered the wild, we took the initiative to go to the mountains to hunt. The two were just different in difficulty, but the roots were the same."

He paused for a moment, seemed a little hesitant, but he still said softly: "Ding Lingwei's corpse and crane should also use this method to attract spirits. Xianyu Mountain must have tried it. However, this kind of thing sometimes requires some chance to luck."

Before Qi Jingzhi could respond, the Langya Jun Zhong turned his attention to Jian Rensheng and sighed: "If you don't have me in the year, you will run away from the horses, and you will never return. It is rare to get and lose! In the future, this sword can be used to the heaven and seize the life of the world!"

He paused, and then changed the subject: "But this little douer is really not worth mentioning. The first thing is immortality for the heroic cause of eternal age! A monk admires immortality and fights for fate with the heavens. Only when his immortality can he have the opportunity to see the great way!"

"As the saying goes, fold it like a tree to brush the sun, chatting freely and looking at the sheep!"

The Langya Jun suddenly turned his head and looked at the young man, his eyes were bright and he asked word by word: "Qi Jingzhi, do you dare to hold this knife like a wood, cut the dragon's feet, chew the dragon's flesh, climb the sea and suppress the water flowing eastward, and beside Yuquan and return westward?"

After hearing such shocking words, Qi Jingzhi savored the vast realm contained in it, and suddenly felt his scalp numb, his hair was shivering, and there was a sense of passion in his chest that he could hardly control himself.

However, at the same time, he knew very well that the other party suddenly looked at him differently, all for Ding Lingwei's sake. Once he took the knife, he would have a great cause and effect with this Langya Lord.

Ding Lingwei lost his way in the wilderness of Wuji. It has been nearly five hundred years since then. Even if he returns, he doesn't know the year of the monkey and horses. This requires someone to wait, and even use the corpse and crane left on Xianyu Mountain as a guide, and often attracts spirits for him. If you want to do these two things well, it is undoubtedly the most suitable person in Xianyu Mountain who is in the same lineage as Ding Lingwei.

However, although Ding Lingwei received the true teachings of the Xuandu Guanzhu in the past, his mind was never in Xianyu Mountain. Now, people have been away for nearly five hundred years. There may not be anyone on the mountain who cares about him, let alone working hard for him.

So today, by chance, Zheng Xian hit Qi Jingzhi with his idea.

Perhaps the refining of a spiritual weapon with Taoist fire and spiritual materials is just a trivial thing for this Langya Lord, but it cannot cover up the fact that the long sword in the sky that has been transformed is actually a truly priceless treasure. If it falls into the hands of a young man who has only the second level of cultivation and has no sect to rely on, it is not an exaggeration to say that every man is innocent and possesses a treasure.

So Qi Jingzhi took a deep breath and shook his head resolutely: "The seniors of the Good Teachings learned that they were born in the mountains and fields, but by chance, they obtained the "Immortal Feather Sutra" in the end, and they accidentally got the broken scroll of the "Immortal Feather Sutra". They accidentally became lucky and cultivated their hearts. They didn't even know where the gate of Xianyu Mountain was. It was a gift from the previous generations, and Qi Jingzhi was ashamed of it!"

Zheng Xian looked slightly stunned, and couldn't help but look at the boy deeply, then smiled in surprise: "I just said that you were too worried, but I didn't expect that you were still a rare and honest person!"

His tone was full of disrespect: "If the Master Xuandu Guan did not nod, do you think you could cultivate the heart bone with the "Immortal Feather Sutra"?"

Qi Jingzhi was speechless when he heard this. He had heard this statement once from Deng Fuqing. Cui, Yecheng, also had a similar statement. Now he heard it from this Langya Lord, and finally believed most of it.

Then Zheng Xian continued to say, "Since you have cultivated your heart, you must have been listed on the Release Crane Stele. This is undoubtedly the true teaching of Xianyu Mountain. With your talent and entry, it will be a matter of time before you are taken to the mountain gate."

As he said that, he raised his fan and pointed at the sky: "Mr. Zheng asked again, do you dare to take this knife?"

"The crane release monument? Is it a kind of thing like the spiritual monument sent by Fuya Temple?"

Qi Jingzhi had a gushing thoughts, but he nodded without hesitation and said, "Of course I dare to take it! Thanks to the generous gift from my seniors, if Qi Jingzhi can truly worship Xianyu Mountain in the future, he will naturally take care of the legacy of the commander in the sect. As for Wujiye, I have shallow knowledge and don't know the truth, but if I have the chance, I will definitely not sit still and watch!"

The boy did not take on a big bag, but Zheng Xian seemed extremely satisfied after hearing this, and the smile on his face became a little bit high.

He raised his hand and made a move towards Jian Rensheng. The long sword that was roaring in the sky and roaring like a lion and tiger roaring in the air immediately rushed down and floated in front of the Langya Jun.

He glanced at it, nodded slightly and said, "With this Ruomu sword spirit, this sword has nothing to do with the Yuemu lineage!"

"As the saying goes, absorb the flow of clear clouds and drink like the dew of wood! You happen to be at the level of eating clouds and eating qi, so you might as well try one or two in the future."

Qi Jingzhi was stunned, but remembered the other party's reminder: "If it really has such a magical effect, it will definitely be much stronger than the energy of pine, cypress, Jiamu."

Seeing that the young man had some insight, Zheng Xian smiled and said, "If the mute is a divine tree, there will be no trace in the world. Only the tree spirits remain in the wilderness of Wuji. If it weren't for the slightest sun-entry power and Zheng's Taoist fire, even if it were just a seedling that might never grow, it would not be attracted at all, and would not be surrendered to the hands of mediocre people!"

"If you are alone, if you want to subdue this sword, you don't have to count on the method of sacrifice. There are even more methods like the Tibetan Feng method. At this moment, there are two ways for you to choose. One way is that Zheng temporarily seals the sword spirit, and gradually unseals it as you improve your cultivation until the Taoist fire is ignited, and you can sacrifice and refine this sword again, and you can truly drive you freely."

"Another way... You come forward to hold the hilt of the knife at this moment, whether you are obeying it with strength, tempting it with profit, or feeling it with sincerity, as long as you get the recognition of the sword spirit, you can immediately take this spiritual sword for yourself."

After saying that, Zheng Xian, the Lord of Langya, closed his mouth and looked at the boy in front of him with a smile, with a little like taking the school exam in his eyes.

Qi Jingzhi nodded silently, then slowly walked around the golden tripod and stood in front of Jian Rensheng Life Insurance.

He looked at the long sword Jiansheng and Ruomu sword spirit near Chi Chi, and thought to himself: "Can't you use the hidden edge method? Yes, when Qi Huchan was born, his spirituality was shallow and unformed, so I could easily set the title. Now this sword spirit of Jiansheng is a formed Ruomu seedling, so naturally he will not be at my mercy. Moreover, it is too weird to recognize a tree as a brother."

"The first path is certainly the safest, but if I choose this trick, how can I be worthy of the current lifestyle? Not to mention killing dragon feet, chewing dragon meat, climbing the sea to suppress the water flowing east, and heading to Yuquan and returning west!"

"As for the second article, we should convince it with strength, induce it with sincerity..."

Qi Jingzhi's eyes swept over the green gold leaves of Ruomu Sword Spirit, which were shaped like a copper axe, and his heart moved again: "It seems that this sword spirit is somewhat similar to the heart bone, and it can be changed... Qingye and Chihua..."

Seeing the boy falling into deep thought, Zheng Xian, the Lord of Langya, suddenly clapped his hands: "Next, it's time to deal with the three culprits of this accident!"

After saying that, he raised his fan and waved it, and Ding Chengyuan woke up leisurely.

The Anfeng Hou suddenly opened his eyes because he was not injured, and his energy seemed to be no different from before.

When he found himself trapped, his face suddenly changed and he quickly struggled his body, but naturally he failed to break the shackles of the golden dates.

After trying twice, Ding Chengyuan finally gave up, his expression calmed down. He raised his eyes through the almost transparent date skin, and then stared at Zheng Xian.

He and Langya Jun were paired with eyes that seemed to be hidden in the blue sea and abyss. After a few breaths, they decisively moved their eyes away and then fell to the white feather fan in the other party's hand, and then the golden tripod on the ground that looked extraordinary at first glance.

"White Luan Tai? Golden Kitchen God Cauldron?"

It seemed that he had finally confirmed something. Ding Chengyuan, the Marquis of Anfeng, changed his face again and said in a voice: "Hold the white phoenix tail in his hand, sweep the clouds in the south mountain at night. Deer drinks under the cold stream, and fish return to the clear seashore. But Langya Jun is in front of him?"

"Oh? Have you heard of me?"

Zheng Xian asked with a smile when he heard this. Although it was a question, his tone was quite certain.

Ding Chengyuan nodded immediately, his expression obviously relaxed, and his vigilance decreased greatly: "I saw the divine traces of Xiantai Fairy Mountain, and the fairy furnace and fairy residence reflected in the blue sky. I also heard that Heli was spreading from the sea, but it was Penglai Qianshenghou!"

The Marquis Anfeng seemed to know Langya Jun’s preferences very well, so he even recited a flattery poem and even brought a special word of crane.

He paused for a moment, carefully observed the change of Langya Jun's expression, and then continued: "As a child of the Ding family, Chengyuan has heard of all the deeds of the emperor since he was a child. He also heard that his uncle Lingxu and the emperor were friends who had been slashing their necks. He had admired him for a long time, but it was a pity that he had always been squandered. I met him today, how lucky I am to be!"

After saying that, this Marquis Anfeng obviously wanted to take the rituals of his juniors, but his body was bound by golden dates and could not move no matter what.

Seeing this, Langya Jun immediately waved his white phoenix tail, and the jujube skin melted rapidly, releasing Ding Chengyuan.

Zheng Xian looked at the descendant of Ding Lingwei, nodded and shook his head: "When Master Zheng was still there, Tiantai Mountain was carried by Shen'ao, and she floated in the sea. After years of age, she was naturally included in the Penglai Immortal Islands."

"Now, as the leader of the Bihai Immortal Sect, I have already released the ash and stopped Tiantai Mountain on the shore of Langya. From now on, the title of Penglai Qiansheng Man is no longer necessary to mention!"

When Anfeng Hou heard this, he was stunned, and a gloom flashed in his eyes.

He quickly landed on the ground, lowered his eyebrows and looked respectfully, and his tone was filled with joy: "Langya and Jiuzhen are only separated by one state. In this way, Chengyuan can often go to Tiantai Mountain to listen to the teachings of the emperor. I am so happy in my heart!"

Zheng Xian smiled when he heard this: "It is time to teach you. As soon as Zheng returned, he heard that in the harem of the king, from concubines to palace servants, they were competing to make hairpins and earrings with cold gold spitting from the golden birds. They wore them on their bodies, whether they walked, sat or lying down, and used them to invite favors and flatter the king?"

"Well, how do you sing that palace song? Oh... If you don't accept Pi Hanjin, how can you get the king's heart? If you don't accept Pi Hantian, how can you get the king's mercy?"

Hearing this, Ding Chengyuan couldn't even straighten his waist: "Your Majesty, this cold gold..."

Langya Jun, who had been very easy to talk to before, actually had a white phoenix tail, interrupting Anfeng Hou's explanation: "This golden bird coughs and the origin of the cold gold, Zheng knows much more than you!"

"When Zheng was a disciple of the Bihai Xian Sect, he went to the country with Shenao Tiantai. When he was passing overseas, he saw the pair of birds soaring on the sea. He felt that they were quite spiritual, so he brought them back. At that time, Ding Lingwei happened to have a younger brother, so he asked me for two golden birds to take them home to make a plaything for his younger brother... Well, his younger brother must be your grandfather, right?"

"Haha, Zheng really didn't expect that hundreds of years have passed, the Ding surname of Jiang's surname has actually added a tribute called Pihan Jin!"

As he spoke, Zheng Xian's tone obviously had a little more regret.

"Those women in the palace please the king with the cold-breaking gold. You, Hu Ben, and Anfeng Hou please the women with the cold-breaking gold. When the wind blows this pillow, it will naturally be invincible, but you really have a strong future!"
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