The red color on the outside of the wooden box has not faded after thousands of years, but there are some slight imprints on the box body, and there is a flat depression on the top of the box surface that can be seen by the naked eye.
Shi Feng didn't even have the interest to take a second glance at the jade card, but only caressed these unusual traces.
The sharp and cold breath made it too late for him to think about it, and the person had drifted back to the outside world.
——I saw that Venerable Huanjian had a long sword that was also thickly wrapped in black cloth in his hand. That intimidating aura came from the unsheathed sword.
"You can take the secret treasure. If you want the Wannian Mirage Pearl, it depends on my mood."
As the black cloth slowly loosened, killing intent overflowed, Shi Feng threw the box into the mustard seed magic weapon.
There are many sayings about the name of Huanjian Venerable in the comprehension world.
The most reliable and useless one is that this Venerable uses a sword that is comparable to an immortal weapon. But what the sword looks like and what kind of magical powers it has, no one knows.
Even about the Mirage Pearl, after Shi Feng arrived in Heiyuan Valley, he heard what the owner of the valley said inadvertently. At that time, Chen He hadn't stumbled and fell off the Sky Cliff. Speaking of this was purely out of curiosity among the people in Heiyuan Valley.
"No one has ever seen the sword of the first master of the devil's way?"
"The problem is not with the sword." The Lord of Heiyuan Valley touched his chin and said, "There are so many mirage beads in Venerable Huanjian's house that they can be used as slingshots. If you are lucky, if the thousand-year-old mirage bead is not on the sword—"
From then on, everyone was stunned.
Venerable Huanjian's Huan is an appearance and a bait...
The pavilion vibrated, the green mantle that dragged the ground was chopped to pieces by the invisible force, the water waves on the lake surface shot out, and more than a dozen water pillars flew away in an instant, alarming the entire mansion.
A strange and dull voice, hidden in the sound of water waves.
But to Shi Feng, it was as obvious as a thunderbolt in the dark night.
Shi Feng flew away again, and the circulation of the true essence during the Mahayana period had already been connected to the heaven and the earth, and for a while, the chilling and cold aura of death spread. The only thing that can be seen is that the plum trees by the lake are withered, and the red petals are scattered down, and before they reach the ground, they have turned into black ash.
"Zheng."
There was a slight buzzing sound, and the tip of the sword with drops of water could be seen.
How sharp is Shi Feng's eyesight, he even saw that the water droplets were not thrown from the lake at all - there was water in the scabbard of Venerable Huanjian! These crystal clear water droplets lingered on the sword, reflecting the scenery of the lake, the fairy sword seemed to be twisted and deformed, and it was impossible to see its true appearance.
Shi Feng raised his palm, and the white flame quickly ignited.
Nirvana destroyed Yuan Gong, pressed down with one palm, and the water waves collapsed. With a loud bang, they all fell back to the lake and washed down the Jiuqu Viewing Bridge.
When the magic cultivator in the mansion arrived, he could only see the dark clouds in the night sky dissipated, the wind and snow disappeared, and the air, water, mist, soil, and stones were flying everywhere. The vision of heaven and earth caused by the battle of the masters in the Mahayana period can be limited to a small area, the water pavilion and the outer periphery of the Merlin, the tiles do not fall, and the dust is not shocked.
After the sword edge was swung, the remaining momentum actually extinguished the white flame, and Shi Feng's expression finally changed.
"The four seas are really water!"
But what if he could extinguish the fire in the wood, even he himself couldn't find a way to restrain the Nirvana Destruction Yuan Gong.
The breath roll was close to Shi Feng's side, and it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.
There are various sundries suspended in the void, including plum branches and large pieces of broken stone bridge piers, which immediately turned into dust when the palm wind passed by.
In an instant, Shi Feng felt that the palm wind was torn apart by thousands of sword strikes, and the irresistible aura of death was forced to disperse.
The air flow is half sharp, half stagnant, constantly competing with each other. In the eyes of the magic cultivators, it is like the true essence of different colors turned into a ferocious beast, biting and fighting fiercely. Whenever one side has a slight advantage, it must be Suffered counterattack, hard to tell the winner.
"This, who is this?"
The magic cultivators all changed color and looked at each other in panic.
Venerable Huanjian is the second Venerable of Demon Dao, and Venerable Splitting Sky in front is actually his apprentice. This is not a secret in Demon Dao. In fact, the magic path is not ranked by the level of cultivation, and not any Mahayana magic cultivator can claim to be a demon.
If he hadn't suddenly acted 300 years ago and driven the illustrious Qiankun Guan out of the Central Plains, and even after the establishment of the new dynasty, let his power infiltrate the secular imperial court, and even ran to become a national teacher, then he would be considered a national teacher. Venerable Sword is the first master of the magic way, and he cannot get the title of Venerable.
The name is false, the strength is the real thing!
The demon cultivators were horrified, just because they couldn't understand, who in the world could win a battle with Venerable Huanjian
Although it is said that if the masters of the Mahayana period fight each other for life and death, they will not see the results after three days and three nights, but the great achievements of Venerable Huanjian are really brilliant.
Three hundred years ago, there were two Mahayana masters in Qiankun Guan. At the same time, Qiankun Guan was friendly with the Shu faction. A total of five Mahayana cultivators could be pieced together. Venerable Huanjian fought five, and two people were on the spot. The dead soul disappeared, and the other person died not long after being rescued. The other two wounded and retreated, the one who went into trouble, and the one who failed to cross the robbery has died cleanly to this day. The terrifying reputation of Venerable Huanjian made the whole world of self-cultivation tremble with fear.
The most feared person is Ji Hong.
The people who went with him to the gravel beach were all dead except Li Zhan. Although Venerable Huanjian brought them back after he obtained the secret treasure, Ji Hong was still keenly aware of the unease.
The plan to seek apprenticeship was about to be completed, and Ji Hong still couldn't sleep.
After hearing the noise tonight and driving out, the others were still surprised by the identity of the intruder. Ji Hong's mind was buzzing, his eyes darkened and he almost fainted.
—Even in the previous life, only one person dared to break into Venerable Huanjian to snatch something gorgeously.
The future Venerable Liyan, Chen He.
"It's impossible!" Ji Hong tried his best to calm himself.
At this moment, neither Shi Feng nor Venerable Huan Jian have done their best.
There is always an end to the temptation...
The sword edge covered with water droplets shook slightly, and the crystal water droplets that remained motionless in the swirling airflow suddenly burst open, and the scattered white mist instantly engulfed everything.
- Mirage beads, the mirage gas spit out by the sea monster mussels.
Near a reef island in the South China Sea, there are many shipwrecks, ships dare not approach, and the fog persists all year round. There are a large group of psychic demon clams here, breathing mirages, turning into thousands of grand scenes, tempting ships to get lost.
If there is a thousand-year-old mirage in the world, it must come from here.
The Jedi of Kyushu are the Chifeng Desert, the bottomless cave in the wild mountains, and the mirage.
Using the real water of the four seas as a shell to seal the mirage beads, the name of Huanjian Venerable is itself a trap. The scabbard was not filled with water, nor was the sword body filled with water droplets.
Shi Feng watched calmly, ignoring the scene of white smoke.
He originally thought that the mirage bead was refined into a magic weapon by Venerable Huanjian and embedded in the sword. Because the mirage needs to be maintained, if it is not used immediately, it must be properly sealed. If there is no big enemy for such a precious thing as the Wannian Mirage Pearl, Venerable Huanjian will not use it casually, so Shi Feng decided to grab it while Venerable Huanjian is not at home.
Of course it's a rush now.
In front of him, there was a heavy snowfall, and the scenery of the waterside pavilion was replaced by mountains and mountains, which were frozen everywhere.
Familiar faces and familiar figures walked past Shi Feng. These people talked and laughed like they were alive, but before they could speak to Shi Feng, they turned into white smoke and disappeared.
In front of Shi Fengnie's destruction of Yuan Gong, whether he was alive or dead, it was instantly clear.
Shi Feng could even tell the direction of the icy sword in the white smoke—it was indeed a good fairy sword, which could obscure the perception of cultivators and even trigger inner demons.
With a press of his fingers, he firmly caught the sword's edge.
Sure enough, as Shi Feng expected, Venerable Huanjian did not fill his sword with true essence, and even if he stabbed himself, it was just a wound of flesh and blood, and it had nothing to do with the soul.
"Why do you have to be merciful, Venerable?" Shi Feng frowned.
There was no fight, and the other party released water. No one will be happy to change.
"I have no mercy, and you have no demons."
"It's just that my Yuan Gong is special."
"The Ghost King of Mangshan is entangled with death, and he cannot be a sword." Venerable Huanjian was a little unhappy, "I always don't want to be an enemy of someone who has a good heart in my life."
The white smoke dissipated, and Shi Feng also saw the true face of the sword at close range.
The sword body was colorful under the light, but it was not beautiful. To be precise, it was the uneven color of the inside of the clam shell after breaking it open, which was obviously a magic weapon made from the demon clam shell.
Shi Feng released his hand.
Venerable Huanjian twisted his fingers at will, and the real water of the four seas once again wrapped the mirage beads, like a flowing stream of clear water, into the sheath with the sword, only a thumb-sized bead floating in the air, surrounded by white smoke.
"Millennium Mirage Pearl."
Venerable Huanjian waved his hand indifferently: "I still have a box. If the thousand-year-old mirage beads are counted, it will be no problem to fill this lake."
The lake has dried up, and there is only one big hole in place.
Shi Feng glanced at it, and actually took out a few ingots of gold and threw it into the pit, covered his sleeves, picked up the mirage beads, and walked away without looking back.
The vision of heaven and earth disappeared, the wind and snow fell again, and the afterimage of the red clothes disappeared in an instant. The magic cultivators only saw a back, and when they were in doubt, they saw Venerable Huanjian already standing in the water pavilion, pointing at the gold in the pit and saying arrogantly, "What are you doing, take it up and give it to me? Find craftsmen to repair the garden overnight!"
"Respect... Your Honor."
"Um?"
"Dare to ask who is the arrogant person who dares to—"
"Who in the world wears red clothes and receives the sword of the Venerable, besides the blood demons from the Beixuan faction, who else is there?" Ji Hong suddenly said, and all the demon cultivators looked at him in surprise, and they all suddenly became stunned.
Ji Hong's face was pale, but he was very calm.
If you want to be the apprentice of Venerable Huanjian, what can you do without being in the limelight, Venerable Huanjian has a thorny temper and needs to do what he likes.
In the past life, there was a melee in the cultivation world, and in the end it was Venerable Huanjian who got the Beixuan Secret Treasure. Venerable Huanjian immediately opened it, laughed three times and left, leaving a group of people dumbfounded and at a loss, and they fought again and someone grabbed the box. Only then did I see the truth of Beixuan Mibao.
At that time, even if the heavenly robbery fell on the spot, it would not be as shocking as the crowd at that time.
- Venerable Huanjian's wish in his life was nothing but ascension. He snatched the Beixuan secret treasure and hoped for something that would help him ascension, but in the end it was nothing. It should be impossible to say not to hate the Beixuan faction.
Ji Hong quickly calculated in his heart, and respectfully said on his face, "Gorefiend is frivolous. He killed his relatives and masters many years ago, and he can do anything."
"Um."
Venerable Huanjian had an indifferent attitude and returned to his room with a flick of his sleeves.
Behind the paper screen, Venerable Huanjian sat under the steps and let the two shadow puppets squat together and mutter: "Tu Qin kills the master, but there is no heart demon, there are such interesting people in the world."
"Idiot, as soon as the Gorefiend appeared, I saw that he was not a demon cultivator... I'll try it out now!"