"Can you really feel the spirit of the weapon? Why can't I feel anything?" Liu Feng looked around and seemed extremely confused.
"That's the weapon spirit that's so timid that it's hiding in that pile of weeds!" Dao Wuji looked at the pile of weeds in front of him.
Liu Feng said: "Why don't you go and capture that weapon spirit?"
"Of course I have to capture the weapon spirit, but I want it to lead the way for me to find that treasure!" Dao Wuji rushed towards the pile of weeds over there while speaking. From a distance, Liu Feng could see that Dao Wuji had taken out the Qinglong Moon-chopping Sword he had just found. With one slash, a gleaming white ice blade flashed by, and a puff of white smoke instantly rose from the weeds.
"This weapon soul must have separated from the original artifact. Now that I have angered it, it will definitely return to the artifact and let the artifact come out to deal with me." As he spoke, his sharp eyes could not help but turn. He seemed to be looking at the weapon soul, but Liu Feng could not see the weapon soul at all.
"Over there!" Dao Wuji flew away into the distance again while speaking.
Dao Wuji turned around and shouted, "Boy, don't just stand there, come and help. This guy is very fast, I'm afraid it won't be easy to catch him!"
Liu Feng nodded and said, "I can't see the weapon spirit at all, how can I help you?"
"Who said it was about capturing the soul of a weapon? I was talking about a divine weapon!" As soon as Dao Wuji finished his words, a stream of green light flew out. Liu Feng clearly saw a long oily green sword. After several turns, the green sword shot straight towards Dao Wuji's face.
Although Dao Wuji dodged in time, he was also frightened by a strange aura. Dao Wuji shouted, "Oh no! This sword is poisonous!"
"Poison sword?" While Liu Feng was wondering, a puff of green smoke suddenly came out of the green sword. The rolling green smoke immediately covered Dao Wuji in the distance. After a moment, there was silence over there.
Seeing that there was no movement in the distance for a long time, Liu Feng couldn't help but ask: "Dao Wuji, are you okay?"
A moment later, Dao Wuji's struggling voice could be heard from a distance: "Don't come over here, stay away from here, this is not only a heavenly-level divine weapon, but also an extremely vicious hidden weapon of the Poison Sect."
"This should be a treasure, right? Will you accept the treasure first and then capture the soul of the weapon, or?" Liu Feng's question seemed to make Dao Wuji feel a little helpless, because Dao Wuji seemed to be unable to protect himself at this time, so how could he accept the treasure and capture the soul of the weapon
"My dear disciple, stop joking. Why don't you leave when I tell you to? What I fear most in my life is poison. I don't know what kind of poison this is? It has already made me dizzy..." Dao Wuji fell silent halfway through his words.
Liu Feng clearly felt that Dao Wuji had also fallen. It was not until this moment that he realized that poison was Dao Wuji's nemesis. It seemed that Dao Wuji was completely helpless against the Poison Sect's hidden weapons.
However, just as Liu Feng was hesitating, the tip of the green sword in the distance turned, and a puff of green smoke rushed towards Liu Feng. Even if Liu Feng wanted to escape, it was too late. . .
(End of this chapter)