This sword light... is definitely the brown light that appeared on the screen before the space explosion!
The seat of the Eastern Bureau suddenly realized.
Sure enough, just as the palace master analyzed, that spiritual sword is very extraordinary!
This is an indescribable feeling that is difficult to describe in words. Before the sword light approaches, the great pressure is coming from afar.
After getting familiar with this light, the Eastern Bureau finally saw the body of the spirit sword in the light.
This is actually... a peach wood sword
It's just a mahogany sword. Why does it have abnormal data like nine question marks
Although judging from the sword's aura, this sword does seem to be very strong... But the middle-aged man felt that there was probably something wrong with the instrument used to detect the combat power index of the magic weapon!
"No matter what, since the palace wants to find you, I have to take you back first."
The head of the Eastern Bureau frowned and stared at the gorgeous sword light. He raised his hand and held out several small flags. The flagpoles of these small flags were as black as ink and covered with fine lines. He stretched out into the wind and quickly enlarged around him.
In just an instant, a force of space formed and turned into a barrier to resist the pressure.
Wang Ling and Lord Throwing Thunder were in the bedroom on the second floor, watching this scene from a distance. Wang Ling could tell at a glance the age of this flag. At the very least, it was a product of the ancient times, and it was the same as the one left by the old devil. The black dagger was of similar age.
"The foundation of this Immortal Mansion is actually so profound?" True Lord Throwing Thunder couldn't help but sigh.
Because according to Tan Qian's report, the person who came now is just a seat of the Eastern Bureau, and at best he plays the role of an outer sect elder. And such an outer sect elder actually holds a magic weapon from ancient times in his hand. How rich are those inner sects
With the Dharma flag to protect him, the middle-aged man felt a lot less pressure. Although he could not control these ancient Dharma flags 100%, the power they exerted was very limited. However, in his opinion, the barrier constructed by the ancient flag, which was comparable to a first-class holy weapon, was enough to block the invasion of this sword energy.
Moreover, letting the Dharma flag protect him is not his only purpose.
His ultimate goal is to capture this spiritual sword, and the magic flag lingering around him was a powerful magic weapon in ancient times that suppressed the sword spirit by capturing the sword's energy.
"My Dharma Flag has captured countless spiritual swords in ancient times. No matter how strong you are, so what?" The East Bureau leader stared at the brown spiritual light in front of him and sneered. He raised his hand and a little wave of energy appeared. , the surrounding Dharma flags instantly scattered from Liuhe Bahuang. With the power of the Dharma flags, the flagpoles were arranged in the void and turned into a huge cage.
"It's actually the Spirit-Suppressing Flag?" Lord Throwing Thunder exclaimed, recognizing the origin of these flags: "In the past, many famous spiritual swords on the sword list suffered from the poisonous hands of this magic weapon. I heard that the creation of this magic weapon The people from Zhenling Banner have an unusual relationship with Old Demon Han."
Wang Ling opened his eyes to the extreme and looked at the Spirit-Suppressing Flag.
In Zhenjun Throwing Thunder's mind, this was probably the first time he had observed Wang Ling's state of opening his heavenly eye at close range. The pupils dispersed into golden petals as if gathering endless spiritual energy, giving people an unreal feeling. Sense of fear.
He didn't dare to look directly, so he could only quietly observe with his peripheral vision...
Wang Ling frowned deeply as he stared at the empty Zhenling Flag.
The magical weapons from ancient times that appear in the world now have one thing in common, that is, they have lost their spirit. It is precisely because these are ownerless things that have lost their spirit that they are used by some monks today. An ancient magic weapon with a weapon spirit, but it can never be driven by the divine transformation stage.
However, Wang Ling could see many strange laws lingering around the Spirit-Suppressing Flag through his eyes.
Therefore, this magical weapon was very strange in Wang Ling's eyes. He felt that someone was remotely controlling the magic weapon, and the Eastern Bureau chief might not be the real owner of the magic weapon.
This is something Wang Ling found a little strange.
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At this time, the cage transformed from the Zhenling Flag had already shrouded Jingke.
The middle-aged man looked ahead with a calm expression, quietly waiting for the peach wood sword to appear.
After a moment, he saw under the cage, the spiritual light on the Taomu Spirit Sword dissipated and gradually transformed into its true form. This was a child in brown clothes and white robes. He looked only ten years old, and his fair little face was indifferent. looked at him.
Jingke raised his head, looked at the huge Zhenling Flag cage, and sighed: "Nothing..."
He originally thought that this was a magic weapon that he could compete with, so he transformed into his true form and came out to experience it in person, but the fact made him feel very disappointed.
About ten seconds later...
This cage is like the golden tower of King Tota that contains demons. A purple light shines on Jingke from underneath.
This is a special aura that can suppress most spirit swords and sword spirits in a very short period of time.
Under the purple spiritual light, Jingke yawned and looked indifferently, without any resistance and without any emotion on his face.
"Successful!" Seeing Jingke not moving, the middle-aged man was overjoyed. The longer the purple light shines on, the weaker the sword spirit will be.
So he stood in the distance, watching Jingke standing under the purple aura like a microwave...
Five minutes later…
"Time is enough!" The middle-aged man was overjoyed and walked slowly towards Jingke's direction, feeling the same refreshing feeling as when he was harvesting vegetables on the happy farm.
I am just one step away from being promoted to the top of the Immortal Mansion!
He approached Jingke, formed a seal with his hands, and finally raised his hands high.
"Put it away!" After a loud shout, following the guidance of the purple light, he saw the sword spirit in front of him being taken back into the cage little by little.
The huge cage in the void gradually shrank, and finally turned into the size of a palm, and fell into the hands of the Eastern Bureau Chief.
Just like that...success
The middle-aged man was holding the cage and beaming with joy, everything went so smoothly!
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The whole process was quiet. Wang Ling and Lord Throwing Thunder were both in the study room on the second floor, watching everything with indifferent expressions.
It was part of Wang Ling's plan to let Jingke be arrested on purpose.
"I'm really aggrieved, Mr. Jingke."
Lord Throwing Lei put his hands on his hips and watched the middle-aged man smile as he walked away like a child weighing two hundred pounds.
Now just wait for the Eastern Bureau chief to take Jing Ke to the headquarters of the Immortal Mansion. As soon as Wang Ling receives Jing Ke's signal, Lord Throwing Lei and Wang Ling will kill him directly.
"Now we have to wait for Master Jingke to send the signal. Then we will go directly to fight against the local tyrants!" Zhenjun Thui Lei said: "Oh, by the way, brother Ling! The brothers and sisters in the group just now and Luo Pang all expressed their intention to participate. This operation.”
Wang Ling: "?"
Lord Throwing Thunder: "It is common sense to call your brothers and sisters when you fight against the rich!"
Wang Ling: "..."
Lord Throwing Thunder was extremely excited: "These people in the Immortal Mansion must be very fat!"
(End of chapter)