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"you know!"
Li Qingshan's eyes lit up. From the original "Sword Book with Grass Characters" to today's Immortal Abandoned Sword, the various things left by the Wujue immortals have run through his entire cultivation process, both good and bad, and even threatened his life greatly. It made him more and more curious about these Wujue immortals.
He is clearly a cultivator but he is known as a "fairy man". This is extremely unusual in itself. Let alone a cultivator of three times of heaven, even if it is four times or five times, I am afraid that he is not qualified, plus Niu's praise, maybe The legend is true, and he is really banished to the world, only then would he have such a means.
The ordinary magic weapon Li Qingshan is no longer in the eyes, but the treasure left by the Wujue immortal is very unusual.
The core secret treasure of Sword Tomb is the Immortal Abandoned Sword. If the soul of the sword is distorted regardless of its temperament, it is probably the number one sword in the world in terms of its power alone. And the core treasure of the painting mound must be a picture scroll, and the painting on it is probably the deity of Mohai Dragon King.
It wouldn't be in vain if he could search before the ascension.
"I'm also the sword of the old guy anyway. When he sealed the town of his four tombs, I watched. I didn't expect that I was also sealed in the end. Damn it!"
Sword Soul Immortal raised this, still resentful, bursting out with murderous intent.
"This can be regarded as the beginning of chaos and the end of abandonment, so you changed your name to Xian Qijian. I didn't expect you to have a deep feeling for the previous sword master." Li Qingshan smiled.
"Shut up, I can't wait to smash that old guy into pieces!"
"You just shut up." Xiao An snapped his fingers, and the sword's edge trembled.
Xian Qi Jianhun snorted angrily, but he didn't dare to be rude anymore.
"The secret mound of the Five Jue Immortals drifts in the void, and the deity of Mohai Dragon King is in the painting mound, and he can't go in and out freely. What do you know?" Li Qingshan touched his chin.
"Xiu wants to compare me with that pseudo-dragon. I have merged with the sword tomb. How difficult is it to travel through the void?" Xian Qi Jianhun proudly said.
Li Qingshan couldn't help looking at Yin Qing, and Yin Qing said: "Although I can hide in the void, I am still weak. I cannot travel freely in the void, and it is difficult to break through the borders of the closed town."
Li Qingshan nodded. It is no wonder that the Five Jue Secret Tombs have been circulated in the legend for so many years. In this way, Xian Qijian is the key to unlock the Wu Jue Secret Tomb.
"Okay, I will believe you once."
"You have to swear not to sacrifice me!" Xian Qijian soul said.
"Then it depends on your performance. If things go well, I will naturally return something. Otherwise, I can restrain who is bound by the pledge alone." Li Qingshan was unwilling to make any pledge with such a sword, even if it was only verbal.
"Hey, boy, you said yes, you want to strengthen me!" Mad Flower Dao Soul was unhappy.
"Why are you in a hurry? Let me fight. Are you afraid that there will be no good sacrifices? Wait until I repair your damage, so that you will not be repaired in the future." Li Qingshan patted the handle of the knife, soothing the mad flower knife. Consider where to find some weapons to sacrifice.
"If it's just a repair, these weapons should be enough."
Xiao An waved the blood sea flag, and there was a ping-pong noise, and countless magic weapons fell on the Shura sacrifice stand, piled up into a hill, although the rank is not high, but the number is really amazing. It was she who spurred the sea of blood to devour the spoils obtained by the army of the demons.
"This is enough."
Xiao An is always so timely, Li Qingshan immediately activated the Shura Memorial Platform, a red light soared into the sky, and all the magic weapons melted into the red light.
A thick liquid poured out from the center of the Shura sacrifice stand, like molten metal, but also like a kind of energy, gradually covering the end of the mad flower knife, gathering at the scar gap, and starting to repair it.
Li Qingshan ordered Yin Qing to guard here, and left the Xiuluo field with Xiaoan. Before leaving, he looked at Luohu Xiaoming again. He was lying under the Xiura sacrificial stand, looking up at the sky motionlessly, looking very melancholy.
"A god son of Ashura who has depression? It's so big in the world, there are no surprises."
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The autumn wind was bleak, and a long sword galloped across the field, and the withered grass separated the two sides, leaving a long trail, and then suddenly rushed into the sky.
Li Xiaoyao walked with the sword, and the gale was blowing on his face. He was very happy. Not long ago, he had survived the catastrophe in Qinghe Mansion and became a foundation-building monk.
The battle in Dafoshan has come to an end, and various messages have been sent back to Qinghe Mansion. Although Li Qingshan said that he should stay away from the Tibetan Sword Palace, he still couldn’t help but go back and take a look. It was the starting point of his swordsman’s dream, and there were many more. The brothers and sisters who love each other, the situation in Qingzhou is now set, the demonic plague and the locust plague have been suppressed and eliminated, I believe there will be no danger,
Although the Hidden Sword Peak no longer hangs high in the sky, the surrounding scenery is gradually familiar. On the horizon, the Yitian Peak is looming, and the Hidden Sword Palace is already very close.
Yujian flew over a peak, and two familiar figures were standing on the top of the mountain, purple shirts and green robes floating in the wind, looking at the Tibetan sword palace in the distance.
"Uncle Fu, Uncle Yu!"
At a glance, Li Xiaoyao thought that these two seniors, who were in charge of ten swords, jumped down from the sword, and the long sword was sheathed, and the action was done in one go.
"Xiaoyao, you're all right, great!" Yu Zijian turned his head.
Li Xiaoyao couldn't help feeling warm when he saw that smiling face full of kind and caring, but he realized that that bright face was stained with a little melancholy, and Fu Shishu never turned his head, as if in a daze.
Fu Qingjin’s temperament is well-known in the Tibetan Sword Palace, and Li Xiaoyao didn’t take it seriously, and after practicing "Heaven and Earth Hidden Swords", he felt that the world was open and the little things were not worthy, but waited for him to step forward. , Looking at Fu Qingjin's line of sight, his eyes widened and his face was stunned.
Even if the hidden sword palace was completely destroyed, he would not be so surprised.
But I saw that the destroyed buildings on the peaks had all been repaired, and smoke rose, and the hidden sword palace seemed to have not suffered any catastrophe, except for the sword light that crossed the mountains.
However, the sound of Zen singing came along with the misty mountain peak, and there was a big Buddha carved on the top of Yitian Peak. People who came here for the first time would think that this is an ancient Jialan temple.
"Uncle Master, this... what's going on?" Li Xiaoyao was dumbfounded.
"This is... Tianlong Temple." Fu Qingjin finally spoke, but his words were full of bitterness.
It was the fearless monk who led the crowd to the north and rebuilt the Tianlong Temple here.
Leaning on the top of Tianfeng Mountain, the fearless monk suddenly stopped chanting, exited the hall, and looked south.
"What is the abbot looking at?" a little novice who sweeps fallen leaves asked boldly.
"A few lone geese who have lost their group."
"Where?" The little novice monk looked around.
"You are too young to see it yet, you will see it when you grow up."
The fearless monk touched the head of the little novice monk. This is the hope of Tianlong Temple. RS
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