Clear and melodious music, gorgeous costumes, and Jiuying leaning on the log with a calm expression on his face.
Suddenly, his brow wrinkled.
"Master, what happened?" the pretty maid beside him asked respectfully.
"How could this be, did it fail?"
Jiuying ignored the maid's question and muttered.
After a while, a figure flickered, and with a sound of "Da!", it landed outside the Tianxiang carriage, but it was the Three Treasures.
However, the state of the three treasures at this time is really not good. Although the broken right arm no longer bleeds, it is still a terrifying scar, which is shocking; it may be the reason for the secret method of flying away all the way, the breath is weak, and it is extremely unstable. extremely look.
"Come in!" Jiuying's voice was neither happy nor sad.
"Wow!"
Sanbao pushed open the door of the carriage and walked in, with a face full of shame, kneeling respectfully on the floor.
"Master! Three treasures are incompetent, I am ashamed of my master, and the mission has failed."
There was a silence in the carriage, only the breeze blowing in, the gorgeous tent fluttered, and a string of wind chimes made a pleasant sound.
The beautiful maid next to her knelt down slowly on the ground, put her slender hands on Jiuying's shoulders, and gently massaged her.
Although she didn't say anything, she frowned slightly, obviously caring for the Three Treasures.
"Tell me what's going on?" Jiuying always had such a calm tone, as if nothing could affect his mood.
"This subordinate has met the successor of Senior Fu Cang."
With Sanbao's words, Jiuying's body trembled slightly, and the massage hand of the beautiful maid also stopped for a while.
"Fu Cang, is that old monster born?" Jiu Ying asked.
Sambo blushed.
"The subordinates are incompetent, they were defeated by him, and they didn't ask about Senior Fu Cang's information."
Sanbao paused for a while, and then described the entire battle process in a precise manner, without any exaggeration or belittling.
"Teleportation, creating a clone, and slowing down time. It's interesting to be able to have three innate supernatural powers, and it's getting more and more interesting."
There was a flash of light in Yuan Ying's eyes, showing an expression of interest. Of course, it's just a matter of interest.
"He is not the descendant of Fucang." Jiu Ying said suddenly.
"Um?"
"According to what you said, he has the Fu Cang sword for nothing, but he has not recognized the owner, and he can't exert the power of this fairy weapon at the beginning. If he is the descendant of the old monster Fu Cang, that old guy must have no less than a hundred kinds of swords. The method can make that Mao Zang recognize the Fu Cang sword as the master. Moreover, when that Mao Zang is fighting with you, does he have the unique skill of using Fu Cang?"
Sanbao thought for a while, and replied in a respectful voice:
"No."
"With the arrogance of old man Fucang, how could he allow his descendants to fight against the enemy, even when he was at a disadvantage, he didn't use his own unique skills?"
The corner of Jiuying's mouth gradually revealed a smile.
"Hmph! It seems that Fu Cang is still trapped in that place and has not escaped yet. Hahaha... No way, I will find a chance in the future to rescue that old monster."
Jiuying laughed heartily. Obviously, in his opinion, being able to rescue that old monster seemed to be something to be thankful for.
"As for the stiff hair..."
"The servant girl is willing to fight to avenge Brother Sanbao." The beautiful maid next to her respectfully asked for a fight, her eyes flashed.
Jiuying turned to look at the maid.
"If Mao Zong can seize the opportunity, after this battle, I'm afraid he will be able to control Fu Cangjian. Three Treasures are not his opponents, and neither are you. If Wuying is here, you can give it a try... No need for now Pay attention to him, let’s talk about it when I meet him someday!”
"Yes, Master!"
Although the beautiful maid did not fully believe this statement, she still replied respectfully.
Jiuying turned to face the Three Treasures, squeezed the Jue in his hand, and a faint light shot out.
But seeing Sanbao's broken arm covered with white light, the granulation squirmed, and in a blink of an eye, a new arm grew out.
And Sanbao's momentum also rose for one of them.
Obviously, the regeneration of the arm this time is not an ordinary spell. It doesn't just grow out, but even replenishes the lost mana.
Seeing this, the first reaction on Three Treasures' face was not surprise, but worry: "Master! Three Treasures are not worth the master's waste of mana..."
Just halfway through Sanbao's words, Jiuying interrupted him by raising his hand:
"A little bit of mana, the deity can still afford it. There are still a lot of things that need your help. If you don't recover quickly, how can you do it?"
"Yes, Master!"
With a grateful expression on his face, Sanbao knelt down and bowed.
"Nailuo is back. Judging by his appearance, I'm afraid the loss is not small. You go and deal with it. This elixir is his compensation." Jiuying said suddenly, and with a flick of his finger, a small pitch-black bottle flew over.
"Yes, Master!"
Sanbao didn't sense Naluo's aura, but he absolutely believed in his master's words.
He stepped out, and after a while, he saw a stream of light rushing out from the ground.
call out!
A thin and ugly figure appeared in front of the Tianxiang carriage.
"Master Three Treasures? You are back, Mr. Three Treasures?" Naraku was startled, apparently not expecting to meet Three Treasures here.
Immediately afterwards, Naluo's face became extremely ugly, with unconcealable anger.
"Why did Master Sanbao let that black zombie go away? Hundreds of people from the villain's tribe were slaughtered by him."
"Humph!" Sanbao snorted coldly. He really disliked the Shidrill clansmen. If it wasn't for the fact that the master needs to rely on them, Sanbao would even kill such despicable creatures.
"Does the deity need to explain to you what he does?" Sanbao rolled his eyes.
Naluo's complexion became ugly and changed continuously, but in the end he sighed, lowered his head, and showed a respectful expression on his face: "Lord Sanbao calm down, please forgive me for the small verbal conflict."
The other party apologized, and Sambo didn't hold on to him. After all, in Jiuying's plan, these stone drills are still useful.
"This deity is not the opponent with stiff hair. I suffered some injuries. Thanks to the master's action, I just recovered. The master knows about your losses. This bottle of medicine is your compensation. With your strength and status, You can transfer some more clansmen to assist the master."
With a wave of Sanbao's sleeve robe, he threw the small bottle over.
Naraku's eyes lit up, and he reached out to take it. Open it and have a look, and there is an ecstatic expression on the face.
"Master Jiuying is wise! It is an honor for my Shidrill clan to serve Master Jiuying."
Naluo's performance caused Sanbao to disdain again.
…
In the depths of the distant Shiwan Dashan, in the underground rock formations, there is a mansion the size of a palm, exquisite and exquisite, bright and gorgeous.
The human Zhang Yang and the zombie Zhang Yang sat cross-legged opposite each other.
Between the two of them, the mana floated down, the Fucang sword was suspended in the air, and the faint cyan sword light flickered and slowly rotated, creating a picture full of fairy tales.
Both the human Zhang Yang and the zombie Zhang Yang's foreheads were continuously released with spiritual consciousness, invading the Fucang sword.
Zhang Yang could clearly feel a strange consciousness in Fu Cangjian, which didn't repel him much.
What Zhang Yang has to do now is to use the power of his soul to keep in touch with him and try to communicate with him.
Fucang Sword Artifact's consciousness is not even comparable to the IQ of a three-year-old child. In Zhang Yang's view, it is too simple.
Zhang Yang's soul power keeps invading, communicating...
This process is extremely long. Fortunately, as a cultivator, what Zhang Yang lacked most was patience.
Time passed little by little.
For Zhang Yang, the most important thing right now is to make Fu Cangjian the master.
In the outside world, after decades of migration, the beast tide finally walked out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains and began to come into contact with the human defense line.
The first one to walk out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains was undoubtedly the Bone Chewing Tribe.
Humans gathered a large number of monks and cast a solid defensive formation.
The beast tide was raging, like a black flood, constantly impacting the defense line.
There is also a soaring monster aura. Only by gathering tens of thousands of monks can human beings be able to link their respective auras to fight against the monster aura.
Once the number is less than a thousand, the battle becomes no suspense.
The battle on the ground is rough, but in the sky, it is another battle.
Six old men with white beards and beards were suspended in the air, confronting a gorgeous carriage a hundred miles away.
On this carriage, a burly giant man stood at the front of the carriage, pretending to be a big man.
"Jiu Ying, don't we old guys deserve you to come out and meet?" said the first of the six old men.
"Master's name, how can you call it directly? If you want to see my master, you are not qualified enough." Sanbao glared.
"Hahaha, does it mean that the famous Jiuying doesn't even have the courage to fight us?"
Swish!
In a flash, a charming maid appeared beside Sanbao. One is tall and majestic, the other is charming and petite, complementing each other.
"Whoever insults my master, die!" The maid opened her mouth slightly, and just said these words, she stepped on the carriage with both feet, and her whole body was like lightning, and rushed towards the six old men.
Three Treasures also paused in stature and moved out almost at the same time.
The moment the two of them left the Tianxiang carriage, the six old men also made a move, pinching their moves one after another, pointing at the sky in front of them.
call-
A large yellow net was slung towards the three treasures.
break!
There was a flash of light in the hand of the charming maid, but it was a silver hairpin, and a white light flashed across it.
Boo!
With a sound, a huge hole was pierced in the big net facing him.
Shhhhh—
The two figures flashed, and Sanbao and the charming maid had already taken the opportunity to break through, and continued to rush towards the six old men.
hum—
The big yellow net didn't stop at all, and continued to move towards the Tianxiang carriage.
"No! We've been tricked, and their target is the master." The charming maid frowned slightly, her figure froze.
He and Sanbao were about to return to defense, how could the six people on the opposite side give them a chance? The treasures were sacrificed one after another, streams of light came towards the two of them.