"What on earth is a plate?"
Zong Shou frowned subconsciously, feeling a little worried.
Even with his nearly 10,000 years of experience beyond this era, he can't tell what these shadows are.
I don’t know whether it is beneficial to the body or whether it is harmful.
I realized that what I hate most in my life is having something randomly inserted into my body.
After pondering for a moment, Zong Shou suddenly drew out his sword. The shadow of a giant dragon appeared behind him again, and the clear purple sword light passed by. A small pavilion not far away was cut directly by the sword energy!
At this moment, Zong Shou's eyes suddenly shone. It can be clearly sensed that when this sword technique is used, the nine shadows in the body are extremely active.
It's as if there are nine more centers in the body, mobilizing the breath in the body.
Previously, there was some incompatibility between his world-shaking spiritual art and the inner art of the Nine-Nine Dragon Shadow Sword, but now there is no such problem.
Jin Buhui was next to the small pavilion. He was startled when he saw this. He jumped away like a frightened bird and said, "Zongshou, do you want to kill me?" After a moment, he came to his senses again: "Zongshou, your Jiujiulong. Could it be that Shadow Sword has made another progress?"
The two women on the side were also frightened. Looking at the fracture, they realized that the small pavilion seemed to be made of wood. Inside it is densely patterned star steel that has been tempered for thousands of times.
To cut into pieces these six thighs, which are as tough as a sixth-level peak spiritual weapon and much stronger than a small pillar, how sharp should this sword be
Zong Shou shook his head with a solemn expression. It was not that there had been any progress, but that the previous flaws had been completely smoothed away by this snake-like shadow flowing in his meridians.
Although his previous skills and this sword art were not completely opposite, they were incompatible with each other.
But to use this sword, you need to consume a lot of infuriating energy and make up for it. But now there is no such problem. There is no need to waste more time. The power of this sword has also increased.
From this point of view, the effectiveness of these shadows is probably good. Besides, he couldn't get rid of it at this time.
Then he took out the small porcelain bottle, which he had never had the time to look at before. But just now when he slashed out with his sword, he could faintly feel some restlessness inside. It seemed like something was about to rush out from there.
So Zong Shou could no longer suppress the curiosity in his heart at this moment.
After the cork was opened, Zong Shou took a breath of cold air and immediately plugged the cork back again.
But at this moment, the three people around them all felt the mighty dragon power emanating from within.
Jin Buhui felt that the thing inside must be something extraordinary. He couldn't help but swallowed and asked: "What is inside this? But if it is too valuable, you don't need to tell me."
Zong Shou blinked, and then smiled evilly: "An eighth-level dragon soul, a ninth-level dragon pill. There is one more thing, which I won't tell you!"
After hearing the first two sentences, Jin Buhui's expression changed again and again. At this moment, I felt so regretful that my heart was about to break.
When I heard the last sentence, I felt itchy. But when I said those words just now, it was inconvenient to ask again.
This itchy Ziwei is not much better than regret.
Zhao Yanran and Xuan Yunlan also took a breath of air. An eighth-level true dragon soul must be at least ninth-level in front of him.
Different from ordinary spirit beasts, this true dragon is classified as a divine beast. If he is accepted as a guard, he will be equivalent to two or three eighth-level experts.
It is a good help for any sect. And the value of the ninth-level dragon elixir is even less valuable.
If it can be used properly and used to refine elixirs, it might be possible to create a few powerful men in heaven.
And in Zong Shou's words, the value of the things that cannot be said is probably even more difficult to measure.
Zong Shou himself was slightly absent-minded. I wonder why so few people from Juelong City followed
The thing in this bottle is not comparable to that immortal talisman of unknown grade.
Even if the Lord of Juelong City personally takes action to pursue this object, it is justified.
Could it be the contents of this bottle? Even the people in Juelong City actually don’t know
The bottle-shaped spiritual weapon in his hand, which seemed ordinary but could actually imprison a true dragon, was thrown back into the Qiankun Bag. Zong Shou was puzzled and had no intention of looking at those golden needles.
And wait until you come to your senses. Zong Shou only saw Zhao Yanran looking at his fox tail with interest. A tender finger stretched out, as if wanting to touch.
Zong Shou couldn't help but sneer: "Short-haired girl, do you have the guts to touch it?" Then he said to Jin Buhui: "If you dare to touch that piece of jade, don't blame me for not warning you if you die here."
Zhao Yanran didn't know what was going on for a moment, but she realized it after a while. The short-haired girl Zong Shou talks about is not just me."
Suddenly she became furious, and just about to retaliate, she suddenly remembered that the person in front of her was already a few steps ahead of her, and she had to add five more characters to her as a master. So he could only snort and retract his fingers with a straight face.
Jin Buhui smiled sheepishly. He himself felt that there might be something wrong with the jade being placed here. So I just looked at it and didn't take it.
Zong Shou ignored these two people. With the help of the white jade, most of the injuries in his body had been repaired. At this moment, my whole body felt refreshed. All the violent real energy sucked in was discharged. The messy thoughts in the soul were also purified.
With a slight movement of thought, the demon body regained control. The fox tail and fox ears all gathered up and came back.
Then he walked to the iron door and knelt down. With a solemn and respectful expression, he bowed three times to the relief of the old man on the door.
Sure enough, after just a moment, the door clicked and lifted upwards. A vast and vast space was opened in front of the four people.
Zhao Yanran and Jin Buhui couldn't help but be stunned for a while. It turns out that the way to open this door is so simple
When Xuan Yunlan saw this, her face turned red with embarrassment, and she was so ashamed: "I'm ashamed. I just wanted to enter the upper level earlier and see the real martial arts master's photo. But I forgot that since I have learned how to be a dragon shadow, The old man's sword skills can also be regarded as his disciples. When we understood the sword skills, we all took it for granted, and never thought that we should respect our master and respect the Tao."
Zong Shou stood up and walked slowly into the entrance. He saw that the four walls were completely blank.
One side is particularly smooth and gray in color, with some shadows flickering on it. There are already two people inside, both in their thirties and forties, and both are seventh-level strong men whom I have seen outside before. By.
When they saw Zong Shou arriving, the two of them looked slightly shocked. However, he was only distracted for a moment, and then he concentrated on looking at the stone wall. They refused to miss a moment, as if there was some beautiful treasure on the blank stone wall, which was deeply attracting them.
Zhao Yanran and the other three also walked in one after another, and then heard another burst of rattling sounds from behind, and the iron door lowered again and closed with a bang.
But no one paid attention to it, and they all looked at the constantly changing shadows in the stone wall.
At this moment, the four of them were all surprisingly silent, almost staring intently with the attitude of a pilgrim.
Even the most talkative Jin Buhui didn't say a word at this moment.
At this moment and here, even if the sound of snoring is slightly louder, it feels inappropriate, desecrating and staining this holy place of martial arts in the hearts of the world.
Zong Shou also held his breath for a while, watching the image suddenly appear as a man holding a sword, then turn into the shape of a dragon, and then turn into the shape of a spirit beast. Sometimes it turns into irregular circles, one ring inside another, and sometimes it turns into stars, densely packed and irregular.
Zong Shou didn't know how these shadows would appear to others, but within a moment, he felt something in his heart and sat down cross-legged.
When I first looked at them, they were just shadows. But after a while, he gradually fell into a trance, as if he had seen a shocking battle at the immortal level in the prehistoric era.
An old man looked like the old man on the door before. With a sword, he was engaged in a life-and-death fight with a man whose hair and skin were as dark as a ghost and surrounded by black mist.
Every blow caused thousands of miles of land to crack, and the mountains and rivers to shake.
And the more he focused on it, the more real the picture seemed. Some details appeared in his eyes very clearly.
"This should be a battle when the old man Longying was still in the divine realm."
With experience in his previous life, Zong Shou could tell with just one glance what the level of strength of these two people was.
Then the next moment, Zong Shou's eyes narrowed slightly again.
I just feel that with every moment of reality of this wonderful scene in front of me, the two tyrannical martial arts thoughts in the fierce confrontation on the wall become stronger!
From his mind, a sudden infusion of impact came over him. Zong Shou's mind almost collapsed.
After barely holding on to their energy and watching the images of this battle, the martial arts thoughts of the two powerful men in the divine realm began to fade. A trace of blood immediately overflowed from Zong Shou's mouth.
Even just now, when he fought alone against the three groups of Xue Suifan, Dead Man Cone Hanzhong and Lingyun Sect, as well as dozens of Xuanwu masters, he was not seriously injured to the point where he could no longer suppress himself.
But the mural in front of him almost crushed his soul to pieces!
Fortunately, later, when the scene ends. There are some words of "Sword Technique" with dragons and phoenixes appearing. They are still in the same style as when they were at the lower level. They are mysterious and incomplete, making people confused.
Then there are some mesh lines and star points, which are even clearer than the shadows seen before.
Zong Shou didn't understand its meaning at first. But after looking carefully for a while. Gradually, these lines and star points seemed to be like a person standing in front of the stone wall, wielding a sword and waving it, stabbing and slashing continuously. The beautiful sword arcs and the brilliant star marks all reflect directly on the mind.
At this moment, Zong Shou felt as if he heard a huge dragon roar, roaring and roaring, with boiling fighting spirit.
He hurriedly memorized these sword arcs and star marks. It wasn't until a moment later that the scene in front of him changed again. (To be continued)