Ling Ji was stunned, and subconsciously stopped.
In the blink of an eye? After a while, Meng Qi had already rushed to Xue Chengxuan's side.
Her eyes were blood red, almost invisible? The original? eye color, and her gaze was cold and silent. There were a few strands of black hair hanging down her cheeks, and the mountain wind lifted her hair and brushed her slightly pale cheeks.
Meng Qi is not stunning, but she always likes to wear Tsing Yi on weekdays, and she always has a faint fragrance of medicine on her body. She is as elegant as bamboo and very comfortable.
The present? Her lips are the same as her eyes, yet she is somewhat indescribably? weird? glamorous.
At this moment, there was another "Dang—"? A long, ethereal sound? The bell sounded from a distance again.
That bell pronounced the spirit of immortality? Curly, very melodious. But the sound of fighting on the city wall, accompanied by the lingering sound of the bell, became more and more ferocious.
Just now, the cultivators who were trying to keep calm and restrained a little, now have blood in their eyes.
Countless spells and sword lights fluttered on the city wall, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger.
At the beginning, the cultivators seemed to still remember what they were here for, and barely remembered the faction they belonged to.
After a while, those cultivators whose eyes were completely covered by blood, the light of the sword and spells in their hands no longer restrained.
In the midair of the city wall, sword lights were glowing, and all kinds of magical lights were rampant.
Mixed with screams that sounded from time to time, the smell of blood began to permeate the air.
Accompanied by a "bang"? There was a muffled sound and a long scream, and a high-level overhauler in a black robe fell down from the city wall.
Then? In such a bloody storm, Meng Qi, who was dressed in green, landed beside Xue Chengxuan lightly.
Xue Chengxuan, who had already been red-eyed, covered his lower abdomen with one hand, and put his index finger and middle finger together with the other hand.
He was originally a medical practitioner, and his "natal magic weapon, the silver needle", was originally a sharp weapon that could save people.
But now, on the silver needle that was shining coldly, a few drops of blood slid down the needle, as if it was also stained with blood, just like its owner's red eyes at this time.
Meng Qi reached out and pressed the back of Xue Chengxuan's hand.
"Hmm." The young doctor snorted, with blood dripping from his fingers. He didn't lower his head, his crimson eyes were still looking at the top of the city, as if his heart and eyes were full of silver needles that had turned into murderous weapons.
Meng Qi raised her hand, and she was already holding a small medicine knife horizontally in her right hand. There are some simple fine lines depicted on the medicine knife. Although the fine lines are simple, they are full of antiquity, adding a bit of desolation to the medicine knife.
Ling Ji's eyes fell on the medicine knife, and he was slightly taken aback.
Is this...
He subconsciously turned his head to look at Yun Qingyan. The young man in white robe was standing tall, but a flash of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.
"You gave it to her?" Ling Ji asked.
"Hmm." Yun Qingyan replied vaguely, looking at Ling Ji with a half-smile.
The two looked at each other, but they couldn't see the answer they wanted to know from each other's faces.
"I didn't expect the Thousand Emperor Bell to be here." Ling Ji didn't ask any more.
He looked at Meng Qi again. The girl in Tsing Yi, Xiu, was thinking for some reason. The medicine knife she held horizontally had already touched the wound on Xue Chengxuan's waist and abdomen.
She raised her bare hands lightly, pushed away the other's hand covering the wound, and the medicine knife quickly slashed across the injured area.
With a crisp sound of "ding", Meng Qi threw a small piece of the broken sword blade on the ground.
With a move of her hand, the natal cauldron is now more and more understanding of the master's thoughts, and returned to her side with a slight sway.
Meng Qi had already put away the medicine knife, holding a plain towel in his left hand and pressing it on Xue Chengxuan's wound. With his right hand, he quickly took out all kinds of elixir and spirit flower from his storage bag, and threw them into the Destined for the tripod.
A few spirit stones popped out, firmly embedded in the magic circle under the belly of the natal Xiao Ding Ding.
The light of the magic circle lit up, and the Five Spirit Cauldron began to spin in the air.
But after a while, the fragrance of the medicine permeated the air? The natal tripod stopped turning, the tripod body swayed, and a small ball of blue ointment fell into Meng Qi's palm.
"Hmm." Xue Chengxuan snorted again, and Meng Qi pressed the ointment on his wound.
His wound? His robe had been cut off by her with a medicine knife just now. Ling Ji, who was standing not far away, could see it clearly. Xue Chengxuan had a hideous wound just now, and put the small ball of ointment on it. After that, it is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Tsk." Ling Ji couldn't help sighing softly, "The Thousand Emperor Bell can awaken the deepest desires and desires in people's hearts."
He seemed to be talking to himself, and also seemed to be speaking to Yun Qingyan: "Xiao Qi likes it? Could it be that Xue's... Huh?"
Ling Ji still talking? Before he finished speaking, Meng Qi had already jumped up.
The city wall was already in a mess, and two cultivators wearing Jingyuetian robes jumped off the city wall and rushed towards Yan Xuan.
The bloody light flashed in the eyes of this young master of Jingyuetian. In front of him, his crescent-shaped "natal magic weapon" was suspended in the air, but it was also stained with blood at this time.
Under the blood moon, mist filled the air.
There is also a crescent moon on the top of the heads of the two Jingyuetian cultivators.
It's just that in the mirror moon sky, the more powerful it is? The natal magic weapon, the more it looks like a new moon. Their natal magic weapon is only a little more arc than the half moon, and it is still far from the new moon.
Their "magic weapon" also has thick "mist" gushing out and spreading.
Jingyuetian belongs to the Dharma Cultivation Sect, and the same sect fights each other, and their fighting methods are similar.
At this time, the fog enveloped the three of them together for an instant, and the people standing outside couldn't see their movements at all.
What's more, at this time, no one went to see them? What are they doing.
Ling Ji clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and stood side by side with Yun Qingyan, the two of them seemed not planning to join the battle.
His eyes fell on Meng Qi, and the natal sword whistled softly in mid-air, and returned to his side.
The tip of the sword trembled slightly, pointing in the direction where Meng Qi was, just like its owner's gaze.
"This child..." Jing Yuetian's thick fog can block the eyes of other cultivators, but it can't stop Ling Ji's, "Well... it's a pity."
His voice is not loud, except for Yun Qingyan standing beside him, no one probably heard what he said: "With his talent, Jingyuetian's background and his father's hard work , given time, the future is limitless."
"But it's a good thing that the young man has a passion for it."
The blood in Ling Ji's eyes slowly faded away, and he had already returned to his previous bright sharpness.
His eyes fell on Yan Xuan's tall figure through the thick fog and moonlight, with a bit of inquiry and appreciation: "This child's lonely courage and pride are a bit like when I was young .”
He had heard that Yun Qingyan was already Meng Qi's Taoist companion, so he felt a puff of breath in his chest.
Under the sound of the Thousand Emperor Bells, Meng Qi didn't run towards them? Instead, he rushed towards Xue Chengxuan and the others. For some reason, Ling Ji felt a little dark.
Behind Yan Xuan, Qin Xiumo controlled the sword with his left hand, but his right hand was hanging by his side.
Wisps of blood slid down the back of his hand, and finally dripped onto the ground along his fingertips.
The blood color was quite strange, with a little bit of dark golden luster mixed in the blood. Every drop of blood, before it hits the ground, will be completely swallowed up by the dark gold in the blood.
On the city wall, several people jumped off again.
Their eyes were also bright red, and the black eyeballs had long been lost. These people were dressed in black robes, some of them had natal swords floating in front of them, and some had natal magic weapons to clear the way.
On the lapels of their black robes, different logos were embroidered, indicating that they were not practitioners from the same sect.
These few people didn't seem to want to intervene in the dispute between the mirror moon and the sky. They all wanted to bypass the dense fog and rush towards Qin Xiumo who was blocked by the fog.
However, when they passed through the thick fog, the crescent moon above the fog suddenly flashed.
The dense fog suddenly expanded and hit several people, trying to cover them all.
"Hmph!" The tallest among those people snorted coldly, and rushed forward with the long sword whistling in front of his chest. The sword qi soared into the sky, unexpectedly forcibly cutting a passage in the mist.
"Irrelevant person, please get out of the way!" The tall, tall, young swordsman said coldly, with a somewhat polite tone.
Yan Xuan didn't answer him, what answered him was the cloud of mist.
The dense fog that was split by the sword energy closed again in the blink of an eye, and then enveloped those people again.
The crescent moon flashed three times in midair, and the light became a little brighter than before.
At this moment, Meng Qi had fallen beside Qin Xiumo.
The cultivator who was also dressed in black stretched out his hand, and subconsciously wanted to pull her behind him.
He pointed with his left hand together, and the natal sword crossed, blocking in front of the two of them.
Meng Qi didn't speak, but lowered her head and pressed on the pulse gate of his right wrist, which was hanging by his side.
Soon, she withdrew her hand, but her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. She stretched out her finger to stain the blood on the back of Qin Xiumo's hand, and brought it to her nose to smell it.
A pungent smell, like something rotten, rushed into her nostrils, making her frown even tighter.
"Southern Realm." Meng Qi tilted her head slightly, did not look at Qin Xiumo, but murmured in a low voice.
There was always a fire burning in her mind, preventing her from being completely lucid.
Every time that distant? bell strikes, the fire burns a little more intensely.
Although Meng Qi couldn't see her appearance clearly at the moment, she could feel that there seemed to be a flame burning in her spiritual sea.
Spiritual energy? Rolling and surging, as if a magic circle had been laid under the sea of spirits, everything became so scorching hot.
The previously unfamiliar voice in my mind became louder and clearer: kill! kill! kill! Killed them?, is it them? I'm sorry first...
Meng Qixiu frowned slightly, and the hand hanging by her side subconsciously bent.
The smell of blood in the air became more and more intense, and from time to time some cultivators' exclamations sounded.
She tilted her head, her eyes were bright red, but at this time? A clear light flashed.
Meng Qi focused on the dark golden blood on the back of Qin Xiumo's hand, desperately maintaining a clear mind. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
This thing... She must have seen it!
It has a dark golden, pungent smell, and when it meets someone, it will enter the other person's blood, so that the blood nourishes itself... She must have seen this thing before, otherwise she wouldn't blurt out the word "Southern Realm" .
But where
Is it in the book
Or did you see it in the southern boundary when you went to the southern boundary
Is it poisonous? still is…
The bell sounded again from the distant mountains.
There seemed to be a faint sigh in the ringing of the bell this time.
Although the sigh was very short, it was very pleasant, like the ding-dong of spring water in a mountain stream. It seems that there is a young woman sitting by the water, sighing as the flowers bloom and fall.
"Sure enough, it's the Thousand Emperor Bell." Ling Ji exhaled slowly, with a firm but flat tone.
"So? The Thousand Emperor Bell landed here." His eyes finally turned away from Meng Qi, and he looked into the distance.
There, the majestic green hills are rolling, misty, vast and atmospheric? Is this place left by the ancients? Ten Jue Mountains, no one knows what is hidden in the mountains.
After leaving here? Everything that happened in the mountains will be completely sealed, and these cultivators will not remember what happened here.
"Thousand Emperor Bell..." Ling Ji repeated, "I thought it was completely destroyed after it disappeared ten thousand years ago."
"Thousand Emperor Bell." Yun Qingyan glanced at Meng Qi, and looked into the distance like Ling Ji, "This is the proud work of the number one refining master in ancient times. It is said that he spent thirty years on it. Time, collected the unreconciled sighs and blood of thousands of powerhouses from all major schools in the Three Realms, and refined them into the Thousand Emperor Bell. Later, he failed in the Mahayana crossing the catastrophe, sacrificed his own flesh and blood, and resented the failure of crossing the catastrophe ? and Unreconciled are completely integrated into it."
He raised the corners of his lips, his eyes were slightly cold: "When the bell rings, it will draw out the things you hide deep in your heart, the unwillingness and the most desired things."
"That's right." Ling Ji's tone was light, as if he was competing with Yun Qingyan, "I heard that when the Thousand Emperor Bell was not completed yet, there was a Mahayana cultivator who inspired it before it was fully refined. The powerful Thousand Emperor Bell. When the bell rang, the cultivators of the Three Realms were almost insane, killing everywhere, killing people, and turning it into a purgatory."
"Later, after getting the sacrifice of flesh and blood and resentment from the first master refiner, the power of the Thousand Emperor Bell will only become more terrifying. Only after the fall of the first master refiner, the Thousand Emperor Bell The whereabouts are unknown, no one else? One person has triggered the bell. Unexpectedly, it is hidden here... "
"The person who started the bell at this moment must have been preparing for a long time. Unfortunately..." Yun Qingyan said: "His cultivation is still low."
He glanced up and down the city wall, and said calmly: "If his cultivation base is higher? Even if it's just a hole. I'm afraid few people will be able to get out alive today? This small mountain."
Ling Ji's eyes moved slightly.
Xiaoshijue Mountain now has almost all outstanding disciples from the younger generation of the strongest sects in the three thousand worlds. Even if half of them fall here, the next one? I'm afraid it will be another bloodbath.
After leaving this Xiaoshijue Mountain, no one knows what happened inside. Half of the best young disciples perish, and those disciples who get out alive will definitely bear the suspicion of others.
There was a rift in the first place? There must be another fight between the sects.
The sect that already had enmity might take the opportunity to settle the old and new enmity together.
Even the Zongmen, which was originally peaceful and peaceful, may start another incident because some of its disciples fell here.
…
By then, what will Three Thousand Worlds become? What kind of...
Even Ling Ji couldn't help shivering.
He didn't ask about sect affairs before, it wasn't that he didn't understand at all, it was just that he was too lazy to take care of it.
But now, since he is willing to be in it, he has to take care of it.
"It's not easy to activate the Thousand Emperor Bell." Ling Ji said.
"The one who made the Thousand Emperor Bell that day? The first? The first master craftsman, surnamed Ji." He didn't wait for Yun Qingyan to speak, and continued to say: "Later? Later? Due to some reasons, the members of the Ji family died? , Those who fled escaped, and it is said that the last one's bloodline and family escaped disaster and moved into the Demon Realm."
"Xiao Qi..." Yun Qingyan said, "I once saved a Ji family named Ji Wu Jiong."
Ling Ji: "..."
"Three times." Yun Qingyan added.
Ling Ji: "..."
"Perhaps? More than three times." Yun Qingyan continued: "That guy gave Xiaoqi all of the Ji family's Patriarch's order."
Ling Ji was startled, the corners of his lips twitching.
He couldn't bear to look at that girl in Tsing Yi again? Xiu.
Meng Qi was still standing in front of Qin Xiumo, still slightly bowing her head in deep thought.
She was so focused, as if the sounds of fighting around her, the sound of sword qi piercing the sky, and the light of exploding spells could not affect her in the slightest.
At this moment, Ling Ji could only see Meng Qi's side face, with a straight nose, a small jaw, and an extremely serious expression.
There was a sudden warm current in his chest, he was proud and a little proud, but more? but? worried.
Meng Qi raised his right hand suddenly, and there was another silver medicine knife in his palm.
She held the handle of the knife horizontally, lowered her head, and drew three scars on the back of Qin Xiumo's hand.
The expression of the black-robed young man has not changed at all, and the hand holding the sword is still steady, as if he doesn't care what Meng Qi does.
Meng Qi's voice was low, a little hoarse: "This is the silk of the ten thousand silkworms in the Southern Realm."
As she spoke, she waved again, and the five spirit cauldron flew to her side, and the small cauldron shook gently, continuously devouring the elixir that Meng Qi threw into it.
Meng Qi took out another silver needle from her storage kit.
The needle is extremely thin, and the needle tip is a little different from ordinary needles, with a small curve, like a fishhook.
She raised the back of Qin Xiumo's hand, and gently caught the dark golden light in the wound on the back of the hand with a silver needle.
Meng Qi raised her hand, and the dark golden light flickered, stretched longer and longer, and she actually pulled out a very thin thread from the opponent's wound.
Qin Xiumo's expression finally changed.
He let out a muffled snort, his originally handsome face was a little distorted, the hand that was originally controlling the sword also dropped, and his arm trembled uncontrollably several times.
Meng Qi stopped talking.
As soon as she raised her hand, the liquid medicine that had been boiled in the Wuling Cauldron poured down, submerging her left hand.
Meng Qi smoothly wrapped the dark golden silk around her left hand. It was a bit hideous just now. The silk became docile when it came into contact with the liquid medicine. She obediently wrapped it around her hand again and again. lock up.
In the end, the silk didn't need her to pull it anymore, like the last thread of a kite, it rushed out of Qin Xiumo's wound and wrapped it around Meng Qi's left hand .
After a while, Qin Xiumo's originally frowning brows were relaxed, and Meng Qi's left hand was wrapped into a cocoon by the dark golden silk.
She put away the silver needle, and took out a small box from the storage kit.
The box was carved from a whole piece of jasper. She shook her left hand lightly, and took off the silk wrapping her hand, and put it into the jasper box.
Meng Qi put away the small jasper box, took out a box of medicinal powder, and picked out some to apply on Qin Xiumo's wound on the back of his hand.
Take out the tens of thousands of silkworms raging in Qin Xiumo's body, the wound is a small problem. As soon as the powder was applied, the blood had already stopped, and there was no need for a bandage.
"When" sounded, and another bell rang.
Qin Xiumo's sword eyebrows, which had just been stretched out, were wrinkled again.
Meng Qi's expression was still so calm, she turned her head and looked at the city wall where the Dizi Camp was located.
There, the radiance of the sword light and spells became more intensive, and the cultivators of the Dizi Battalion didn't all target the Tianzi Battalion team. Some of them had already started fighting among themselves.
At this time, the bell of the Thousand Emperors sounded, and these people's attacks became more and more fierce.
On the city wall, blood was like a thin mist, and even the sky after the mist was stained a pale blood.
Diziying also has medical practitioners, but most of those medical practitioners are like Xue Chengxuan. The magic weapon of life that can save people is also their weapon that can hurt people.
However, among these crowds on the city wall, a figure in a blue robe was nimbly shuttling among the cultivators.
He is tall, tall, but a little thin, and looks like he's very agile.
Every time he came in front of a cultivator, he would stop, and then there would be a faint medicinal aura spreading from his side.
His natal magic weapon is also a small tripod with three legs and two ears, which is somewhat similar to Meng Qi's Wuling tripod, except that there are no patterns on it, and it looks more simple.
From time to time, the small cauldron is thrown into some elixir or spiritual flower by its master, and soon there will be a gurgling liquid medicine.
The blue-robed cultivator is very skilled in the movements, hemostasis, healing, applying medicine, bandaging... These are all things he has done thousands of times, and it is difficult to make mistakes even with his eyes closed.
Under his rejuvenation, some injured cultivators on the city wall were treated quickly.
This person is Li Che.
But as the Thousand Emperor Bells rang, more and more people were wounded on the city wall.
No matter how fast and skillful Li Che's movements are, it will be difficult to cover everything.
He just mentioned that a sword repairer with an injured right arm had bandaged the wound, and not far behind him, three practitioners from the Dizi Battalion were burned by a piece of flame from who knows where.
Amidst the screams, Li Che hurriedly rushed towards the three cultivators who were burned by the fire.
"Huh?" He quickly cut open the robe of the most severely burned man. The other party's robe has been burnt out? A big hole, under the hole, the skin is scorched black.
The most frightening thing is that there are some dense orange and blue dots scattered around the scorched black skin.
Li Che frowned.
Almost all the medical practitioners carry a medicine knife with them, and he is no exception.
Holding the medicine knife horizontally, he carefully picked a little bit of skin from the burnt part of the cultivator. Then? He retracted the medicine knife, moved it to his nose and sniffed.
It stinks!
At that moment, Li Che was almost fainted by the breath from the medicine knife.
Then? His expression changed slightly. In the blink of an eye, the area around the burned skin of that person had turned into a grayish white, losing all its luster.
this is…
"It's cold poison!" The clear voice suddenly rang in Li Che's ears.
He turned around subconsciously, and saw a girl in green clothes, Xiu, standing beside him, doing exactly the same movements as him—
Use your own medicine knife to stir up a little bit of the surrounding skin that the practitioner burns.
"Meng Qiqi?!" Li Che exclaimed in surprise, "You, why... why did you come here? Huh?!"
He subconsciously looked behind Meng Qi. Behind them, the light of sword light and spells was still raging crazily. From time to time, he could still see some green poisonous mist that doctors often used to attack. .
—The battle is not over yet.
Li Che was already a little confused, but now he was even more at a loss.
Ever since he entered this great battlefield of the Ten Absolute Mountains, was assigned to the Dizi Battalion, and appeared in this small town on the top of the mountain, he has been somewhat confused about the situation.
Did he understand the rules clearly? He just didn't know what he should do.
It wasn't until everyone started to fight suddenly, and more and more people were injured, that he finally seemed to have found what he should do.
Li Che had been busy saving people on the city wall for quite a while.
Seeing Meng Qi who suddenly appeared at this time, he was taken aback, and then came back to his senses very quickly, and nodded: "It's cold poison!"
Although it is burnt by fire, but hiding in the fire, the real wounding is cold poison.
"I have this." Meng Qi said as she took out a small bottle from the storage kit and handed it to Li Che.
"This blood...is so fiery!" Li Che didn't care about anything else, he sent a drop of blood into his own natal cauldron, and then quickly added a few medicines.
With a sound of "bang", Li Che's natal tripod erupted a cluster of sparks as if fireworks exploded.
The sparks dissipated, and the elixir in the cauldron had turned into a small blood-red pill. The pill spun around and flew into Li Che's palm obediently.
Without hesitation, he opened the mouth of the burnt and poisoned practitioner, and stuffed the pill into it.
After a few breaths, the cultivator let out a low moan, and slowly opened his eyes, looking at Li Che and Meng Qi.
"Many, thank you..." He murmured, his voice still a little hoarse, but the blood in his eyes still faded.
"It's all right." Li Che lifted him up, turned him around the corner of the city wall, and asked him to sit leaning against the wall, "You can rest here for a while."
"Okay." The man nodded slightly.
"Meng Qiqi." After Li Che finished speaking, he turned his head, but found that Meng Qiqi was no longer by his side.
The cyan slender figure, like him just now, began to shuttle among the injured cultivators on the city wall.
"Wait for me!" Li Che was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly chased after him.
He was already at a loss, not knowing what he should do, and saving people was a subconscious move.
Although Meng Qi's appearance made him a little surprised, it was like a light in the mist, allowing him to see clearly ahead.
Li Che hurriedly chased after her, and together with her, they looked at the unconscious camper lying on the ground
"Linghai..." Meng Qixiu's long and slender fingers quickly slid across the unconscious cultivator, and finally exhaled, "The spiritual sea was shaken and passed out."
The cultivator was covered in blood all over his head and face, and the front of his robe was also soaked in blood. He looked like he was seriously injured, but it turned out that he was just fainted from fright.
"En." Li Che nodded, and took out a small stick of incense from his storage kit.
He casually lit the small stick of incense, and brought it to the unconscious practitioner's nose.
A light and cool breath came from the incense. Meng Qi blinked and asked, "Is this... The Dream Interpretation Incense?"
"Yes." Li Che nodded, "I added some gentian grass stalk? The juice is in it, it's a bit bitter, and the effect is better."
As he spoke, he took out a few and handed them to Meng Qi: "I still have some here, and I'll give them all to you."
"Thank you." Meng Qi smiled at him, and put away the "Meng Jie Meng Xiang".
She couldn't see it herself, the blood in her eyes slowly faded, just like Li Che's, her eyes became clear again.
"That kid..." Ling Ji and Yun Qingyan, who were standing in the distance, although they were far away, fully captured this scene in their eyes.
"From the beginning to the end, he was not affected by the sound of the Thousand Emperor Bell." Ling Ji said softly as if he was muttering to himself.
His natal sword, following Meng Qi's leap up the city wall, has already flown into the air, and at this moment is far behind Meng Qi? Not far away.
The light on the tip of the sword flickered slightly, and the cold glow loomed. If there is any change, this sword, which can be called the fastest and fastest in the world, will attack instantly.
"The Thousand Emperor Bell is carrying the resentment and unwillingness of thousands of years ago, and it will make people fall into this kind of unwillingness." Ling Ji continued: "But it is not invincible."
He looked at Meng Qi, then at Li Che, and suddenly sighed softly.
It seems proud, satisfied, and sighing: "The path of practice is long and obstructed, but in the end, there is still a person with a firm heart. In the three thousand worlds, there will always be those who come later."
At this moment, "Dangdangdang" sounded three times in a row, and the Thousand Emperor Bell rang three times in a hurry.
Ling Ji suddenly let out a long roar, and stood up from the ground: "I'll come? Meet, this? The first? The first magic weapon from ten thousand years ago!"