In Fang City, the few people who knew the true identity of this yin and yang Juli Demon had changed their minds, and many people began to inquire about the new ambassador from Taiqingmen.
In a secret room of an inn, an old man in a gray soap robe was whispering something to the purple-clothed woman on the side.
"Recently, there have been rumors in the city. It is said that the Demon Xuanzong who competed with the young lady for the Luo Yu knife at the auction was actually the Great Demon of Yin and Yang. A few days ago, he was given to him by a new disciple from Taiqingmen in the suburbs. Beheaded." The old man said with a slight smile.
"Oh, it turned out to be the guy who doesn't know what is good or bad. I wanted to wait for this Luo Yu sword to be completely sacrificed and then go to him to settle the account. I didn't expect that this person would be the first to board." The purple-clothed girl was playing with it. The gleaming fragments of the ancient mirror were just a glimpse of the corner of his mouth, and there was a slight disdain between his beautiful eyes.
"If the young lady thoroughly sacrifices and refines that Luo Yu sword, and a small evil repairer, it is of course not to be a problem, but the Taiqing Sect disciple dares to behead it so grandiosely, it is not too courageous. After all, this son of Demon Xuanzong , The backing is no small thing." The old man twisted his beard and smiled faintly.
"En, but even though that person is arrogant, the name of the'Yin-Yang Giant Power Demon' is not a vain name. At the auction, a set of four puppets who understand the four-dimensional array were snatched, and their strength should be improved. That's right. Can someone from the old school Qiao investigate the details of the new Taiqing Sect disciple. If this person is really beheaded in a one-on-one confrontation, it would be quite difficult. I don't know what kind of character it is. "The eldest lady of the Ouyang family seemed to be very interested in Liu Ming, and she gave a chuckle and ordered.
"The old man will send someone to investigate." The gray-robed old man nodded and walked out of the secret room.
After the old man left, the purple-clothed girl lowered her head again, looking at the fragment of the ancient mirror in her hand, a thoughtful color flashed in her eyes.
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More than ten days later, in a refining room in the Bailian Pavilion.
Liu Ming was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and an inch-long, bluish ruler was suddenly suspended in the sky above a black circle in front of him.
Suddenly, his eyes opened, his hand technique changed, and he pointed at the emptiness of the magic circle in front of him. A cloud of blue flame rose up from the magic circle, and after a flash, it was completely submerged in the small ruler.
The next moment, Xiao Chi's surface flashed blue light. Next to the original seven spirit patterns, a small blue spirit pattern slowly squirmed, forming another tiny pattern.
After a while, the eighth stripe pattern on the blue-blurred ruler was clearly formed.
Accompanied by a crisp chirping sound, Xiao Chi's surface shined brightly.
Liu Ming immediately changed his hands and ten fingers, and after Xiaochi hovered in the air, he slowly fell into his hands.
He glanced over the small ruler, nodded in satisfaction, put it aside, and then flipped his hand out to take out a ten-fold green flag to prepare for the sacrifice.
Since the accidental harvest of more than three million spiritual stones from the Yin-Yang Juli Mo, the wealthy Liu Ming has purchased a batch of low-grade spirit artifacts from large and small refining shops in Fang City, and continues to practice the refining technique day and night. .
Although he is not extremely talented, he is a man of calm temperament. In addition, he has repeatedly tried and purchased ready-made spirit instruments at no cost, and he has made considerable progress in just a few months.
The level of Liu Ming’s imprinting and prohibition pattern on spiritual weapons has already reached the level of an ordinary refiner. After all, ordinary people don’t have as many spiritual stones as him to squander, let alone two experienced refiners. Can exchange experience.
Although there is still a long way to go before the imprinting prohibition on the best spirit weapon, Liu Ming believes that as long as it is given some more time, it shouldn't be a problem.
Just when he hung the small green flag in the center of the magic circle, there was a faint vibration from the Xumi Ring in his hand.
With a move of his mind, he immediately touched the mustache, and saw that the shimmering ancient mirror fragments flew out of it, and flickered strangely in the void, emitting bursts of dazzling sparkle.
A trace of surprise flashed in Liu Ming's eyes, and he immediately grasped it in his hand with one hand, frowning slightly, sinking into a groan.
At the same time, the same scene happened to dozens of other monks within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, and all of them carried such a fragment of an ancient mirror.
When these people discovered this scene, their expressions were different, some were ecstatic, some seemed inexplicable, and others fell into deep thoughts like Liu Ming.
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In a lush small valley not far from the Wanling Mountain Range, a Zhang Xugao man was fighting with a silver fox spirit beast with his bare hands.
This silver arc spirit beast is as white as snow, and looks extremely gorgeous under the sun. It is the finest material for refining some fur clothes and spiritual tools, and it is something that some female sisters are vying to buy.
This beast's cultivation is only in the initial stage of the liquid condensate, but its body shape is abnormally agile.
At this moment, a gleaming fragment of the ancient mirror shot out from the waist of the man.
When the big man saw this, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he was about to raise his hand with one hand, and a set of purple flying knives shot out, hovering slightly in the air, turning into six purple awns and turning towards the silver fox.
At the same time, a pair of purple eyes suddenly gleamed, and the silver fox a few feet away was covered by them, suddenly fleeing slowly.
In the next moment, just listen to the sound of "swish" and "swish" one after another!
The silver fox's body was suddenly pierced by six purple awns, and after a cry, he died.
The purple-eyed man was Zang Xuan, and he came to Silver Fox in a few flashes, and after putting it away, he flew away in the direction of Taiqingmen without looking back.
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At the same time, in a dense verdant forest thousands of miles away from the Wanling Mountains, a thin young man was wrapped in a yellow light curtain, and he walked with a panic on his face. After a flash, he could escape. Twenty to thirty feet away.
And not far behind him, a young man in a brocade robe was holding a blue spirit sword and hurriedly chasing him. His whole body was bluish and he couldn't see his face clearly. It was also twenty or thirty feet away in one step.
Suddenly the figure of the young man in Jinpao came to a halt, and the blue light was restrained, revealing a long and narrow face, it was indeed Sha Tongtian!
I don't know when there is an extra gleaming, flashing fragment of the ancient mirror in my hand, and he suddenly laughed up to the sky, the sound shook the sky, and the surrounding forests were falling leaves.
At the next moment, the smile on his face was closed, the sword art changed, and the blue spirit sword in his hand was released with a clear sound, fast as lightning, and instantly caught up with the thin who had escaped dozens of feet away. youth.
"cut!"
Sha Tongtian yelled violently and pointed at the thin young man with one hand, and the cyan sword shadow flashed in from the thin young man's neck.
A bloody head suddenly flew up, and because the sword light was too fast, the headless corpse rushed forward madly before it could be crushed to the ground.
With a cold snort, Sha Tongtian's figure had arrived, and after retracting the cyan flying sword and picking up his head, clouds rose from the bottom of his feet and flew towards Changyangfang City.
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In a secret room of Haoran Study in Changyangfang City, a middle-aged Confucian student in a white robe is sitting with his eyes closed.
Suddenly, a loud cry of ecstasy came from outside.
The middle-aged Confucian student opened his eyes suddenly, and he appeared in the secret room next door while shaking his body, and opened the Shimen with a flick of his sleeves.
But seeing the young scholar standing in the secret room with a smile of joy, and seeing the middle-aged scholar coming out, the palm of his hand spread out immediately, revealing a piece of shattered ancient mirror fragments, which was trembling constantly, emitting bursts of weird crystal light. .
"Oh, since it turns out that the fragment of the Biqiong mirror has reacted, it means that the Biqiong Fantasy Palace is about to open again. It is the good fortune of the nephew." Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian student opened his face and said with great joy.
"Yes, Uncle! It's not in vain that I have been waiting in Changyangfang for so many years, and this day finally made me wait." The young scholar said with a laugh, and then left together at the middle-aged scholar's sign. Secret room, go outside the study.
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Similar words also appeared in the mouth of the old man in green robe beside the purple-clothed woman.
"Miss Buddhism came to this Changyangfang city deliberately, and the chance that Qi Taizu said was indeed the Biqiong Fantasy Palace." said the old man in purple clothes with a smile on his face.
"Actually, I wanted a Biqiongxia dress for a long time, otherwise I would not have come to this small Changyangfang City and waited for two years. Speaking of it, this is a golden opportunity." The woman in purple looked at it. The crystal clear realm flashing in his hand also said with a smile.
Afterwards, she collected the fragments of the ancient mirror in her hand and walked out of the secret room with Qiao Zi.
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Half a day later, three hundred miles east of Changyangfang City, there was a barren wilderness.
Suddenly, the sky above fluctuated together, and dense red light spots suddenly appeared all over the sky.
After a while, the scorching sun began to blur, and burst open with a "bang", and immediately after the entire void was distorted, a hazy emerald green palace appeared out of thin air.
This palace is actually more than a hundred feet high, and the whole body seems to be made entirely of emerald green jade, exquisitely exquisite, emitting a faint cyan light.
Under the shrouded white mist, the palace seemed a little illusory, looming, quite secretive.
At the moment when the shadow of the hazy palace appeared, Liu Ming was adjusting his breath cross-legged in the secret room on the third floor of Bailian Pavilion. The fragment of the ancient mirror on his hand suddenly lit up with a dazzling green light.
Before he could react, a green light flashed onto his arm, turning into an unknown rune in the shape of an emerald green leaf.
At the same time, within the shadow of the hazy palace for thousands of miles, the holders of other ancient mirror fragments also had common encounters. The ancient mirror fragments turned into leaf-shaped runes and were engraved on these holders.