Chapter 88 Demonic Divine Weapon, 1 Bamboo Sword!
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Tie Zhong
"Old leader, did we really give a priceless divine weapon to Taiyi Holy Land just like this?"
Back to the Moon Worship Sect, the middle-aged monk was still a little bit aggrieved.
The old man in the red shirt had a calm expression on his face. He first sat down unhurriedly, then raised his head and said indifferently: "I've already given it all, can I still want to come back?"
"But that's a magic weapon!"
The middle-aged monk stared wide-eyed, revealing deep unwillingness in his eyes.
"That is the real treasure of inheritance. If you stay in the Moon Worship Sect, you will not be afraid even in the face of a strong king. With such a magical weapon to suppress luck, our hope for the rise of the Moon Worship Sect will greatly increase. "
That's right, although the Moon Worship Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, so far, there is no real magic weapon.
It was also for this reason that it was so hard for the middle-aged monk to accept seeing the old leader give a magic weapon to Chu Xuan with his own eyes.
"Then what do you mean, Shi Zhongjie and the others should not be saved?"
The old man in the red shirt raised his brows, and then asked back with a blank expression.
"No, no, that's not what I mean, the leader and the others will definitely save them."
The middle-aged monk's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and he quickly shook his head and explained,
"I mean, we can think of other ways, there is no need to really give him magic weapons."
"If it doesn't work, you can also secretly join forces with Dragon and Tiger Palace and other forces."
"I don't believe that these forces will be blackmailed, and they won't have any thoughts in their hearts. What's more, if the Holy Land of Oneness takes this opportunity to rise again, it will not be a good thing for them!"
After hearing his words, the old man in red shirt took a deep look at the middle-aged monk.
Then suddenly he laughed.
"Not bad, you can think so much, it shows that you really take the Moon Worship Sect to heart, you haven't wasted the cultivation of the sect over the years, and you haven't let the old man down."
"However, although your idea is good, it is still very difficult to implement it."
"The most important point is that the guy from Taiyi Holy Land will not give us this chance. Once we leave, it may be difficult to rescue Shi Zhongjie and the others."
"Also, do you think the old man would be so stupid to give him an undamaged divine weapon, and let him make such a big deal for nothing?"
The old man in the red shirt raised his head and asked with a half-smile.
The middle-aged monk woke up suddenly, as if thinking of something, he immediately asked with wide eyes: "You mean... there is something wrong with that magical weapon?"
"It's not just a problem, it's a big problem!"
"Otherwise, why do you think I haven't taken out that divine weapon?"
The old man in the red shirt raised his head and looked in the direction of Taiyi Holy Land, with a sinister and vicious flash in his eyes, and said in a cold tone:
"As long as he tries to refine that magical weapon, he will definitely die!"
"That's why I gave him the magic weapon. It seems that he took advantage of it, but in fact, I was killing him!"
"This...how could this be?"
The middle-aged monk was stunned for a moment, completely unaware that the old leader had such a plan.
Immediately thinking of the terrifying strength shown by Chu Xuan, he couldn't help questioning: "His cultivation is not weak. If he is fine and successfully refines the divine weapon, wouldn't his strength increase greatly?"
"It's absolutely impossible for him to succeed!"
The old man in the red shirt shook his head and said with great confidence.
"You don't know the origin of that divine weapon, it's not an ordinary divine weapon, but a demonic divine weapon!"
"It originated from the Yuan Demon Cult that caused a terrible catastrophe in the Eastern Wasteland thousands of years ago."
"Actually, that magical weapon has been in the hands of our Moon Worship Sect for nearly a thousand years, and during that time, many strong men in the Sect wanted to refine it."
"But none of them succeeded. Instead, they all fell because of this magic weapon. To be precise, they were directly swallowed by this magic weapon!"
"So, unless he can't resist refining that magical weapon, as long as he can't help it, he will definitely die!"
"At that time, there will only be three or two kittens left in the Holy Land of Taiyi, and they can be wiped out with a flick of our hands. Not only can we avenge our revenge, but we can also take the opportunity to take back that magical weapon. !"
At this time, the old man in the red shirt spoke out the complete plan in his heart.
But at this moment, bad news came from the side hall.
Because Shi Zhongjie and others were forcibly absorbed too much energy, blood and cultivation base during this period, their bodies were seriously deficient, and their foundations were fatally damaged.
If there is no accident, it may be difficult for them to advance further in their future cultivation.
This undoubtedly means that these people have no future to speak of.
The red-shirted old man, who was still complacent at first, heard the news, but he didn't understand that it was Chu Xuan's black hand, and suddenly became furious.
"Damn it, he dared to plot against this old man!"
……
Not to mention the mutual calculation between Chu Xuan and the old man in red.
Those many strong men who were suppressed by Chu Xuan were redeemed one after another by the forces of various sects, and soon there was only the last one left.
"Your sect has already paid the ransom for you, why don't you leave?"
Looking at the white and clean girl in front of him, Chu Xuan asked curiously.
He now knew the girl's identity.
Luo Yunjin.
The core disciple of the Qinghong Sword Sect, known as a rare genius swordsman in a thousand years.
Although he is young now, his cultivation has already broken through the realm of Faxiang.
In terms of talent, she is not inferior to Si Jialan, the saintess of the Xuanyin Sect, or even worse.
At least her talent in kendo is definitely not comparable to that of Si Jialan.
Although she is only at the initial stage of Faxiang Realm, but the shadow of the profound meaning of the way of the sword has faintly appeared on her body.
What's even more astonishing is that there is more than one kendo mystery.
This undoubtedly means that as long as her cultivation reaches the peak of the Faxiang Realm, she will be able to easily break through the Creation Realm almost [-]% in the future.
Aside from Chu Xuan, who is cheating, even the four of Su Qianqian, who have accepted the inheritance of the Five Elements, may not be able to compare with the weak-looking girl in front of them.
"You took my sword away."
Facing Chu Xuan's question, the girl quickly raised her head and said with aggrieved expression.
"Your sword?"
Chu Xuan quickly understood what was going on.
He took away all the belongings of those captured by him as trophies, and Luo Yunjin's sword was obviously among them.
With a sweep of Chu Xuan's spiritual sense, he quickly found the sword that belonged to Luo Yunjin.
But beyond his expectation, this is not a treasured sword, not even the lowest level of treasure, it is just the most common bamboo sword.
"Is this bamboo sword very important to you?"
Chu Xuan flipped his right hand, and the bamboo sword appeared in his hand immediately.
Luo Yunjin's eyes lit up, she nodded heavily, and explained at the same time: "This is a birthday present from my grandfather, and it is also the only thing my grandfather left me. Although it cannot be used in battle, it is important to me. , but the most precious thing!"
From the girl's pure and flawless eyes, Chu Xuan suddenly felt a touch of long-lost emotion in his heart.
"This bamboo sword is very good, why can't it be used in battle?"
"If I'm not wrong, it should entrust your grandfather's expectations for you, and you should use it to realize your dreams."
The girl raised her head, eyes full of puzzlement: "But it's just a bamboo sword."
Chu Xuan smiled lightly and shook his head.
"A truly powerful swordsman does not lie in what kind of weapon he holds, even if it is just a bamboo sword, it can also exert the power of a magic weapon!"
While speaking, Chu Xuan clenched the bamboo sword in his hand, and cut it down without warning.
Immediately afterwards, there was a terrifying sword light that tore through the void, and a mountain not far away was directly cut in half from the middle.
Luo Yunjin was dumbfounded, and turned her head to look again, only to find that Chu Xuan had disappeared.
Only the bamboo sword that had been with her for many years was left quietly floating in midair.
She involuntarily stretched out her hand to hold the bamboo sword, as if a whole new door had been opened, and the feeling of the bamboo sword in her hand became quite different.
Back to the Moon Worship Sect, the middle-aged monk was still a little bit aggrieved.
The old man in the red shirt had a calm expression on his face. He first sat down unhurriedly, then raised his head and said indifferently: "I've already given it all, can I still want to come back?"
"But that's a magic weapon!"
The middle-aged monk stared wide-eyed, revealing deep unwillingness in his eyes.
"That is the real treasure of inheritance. If you stay in the Moon Worship Sect, you will not be afraid even in the face of a strong king. With such a magical weapon to suppress luck, our hope for the rise of the Moon Worship Sect will greatly increase. "
That's right, although the Moon Worship Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, so far, there is no real magic weapon.
It was also for this reason that it was so hard for the middle-aged monk to accept seeing the old leader give a magic weapon to Chu Xuan with his own eyes.
"Then what do you mean, Shi Zhongjie and the others should not be saved?"
The old man in the red shirt raised his brows, and then asked back with a blank expression.
"No, no, that's not what I mean, the leader and the others will definitely save them."
The middle-aged monk's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and he quickly shook his head and explained,
"I mean, we can think of other ways, there is no need to really give him magic weapons."
"If it doesn't work, you can also secretly join forces with Dragon and Tiger Palace and other forces."
"I don't believe that these forces will be blackmailed, and they won't have any thoughts in their hearts. What's more, if the Holy Land of Oneness takes this opportunity to rise again, it will not be a good thing for them!"
After hearing his words, the old man in red shirt took a deep look at the middle-aged monk.
Then suddenly he laughed.
"Not bad, you can think so much, it shows that you really take the Moon Worship Sect to heart, you haven't wasted the cultivation of the sect over the years, and you haven't let the old man down."
"However, although your idea is good, it is still very difficult to implement it."
"The most important point is that the guy from Taiyi Holy Land will not give us this chance. Once we leave, it may be difficult to rescue Shi Zhongjie and the others."
"Also, do you think the old man would be so stupid to give him an undamaged divine weapon, and let him make such a big deal for nothing?"
The old man in the red shirt raised his head and asked with a half-smile.
The middle-aged monk woke up suddenly, as if thinking of something, he immediately asked with wide eyes: "You mean... there is something wrong with that magical weapon?"
"It's not just a problem, it's a big problem!"
"Otherwise, why do you think I haven't taken out that divine weapon?"
The old man in the red shirt raised his head and looked in the direction of Taiyi Holy Land, with a sinister and vicious flash in his eyes, and said in a cold tone:
"As long as he tries to refine that magical weapon, he will definitely die!"
"That's why I gave him the magic weapon. It seems that he took advantage of it, but in fact, I was killing him!"
"This...how could this be?"
The middle-aged monk was stunned for a moment, completely unaware that the old leader had such a plan.
Immediately thinking of the terrifying strength shown by Chu Xuan, he couldn't help questioning: "His cultivation is not weak. If he is fine and successfully refines the divine weapon, wouldn't his strength increase greatly?"
"It's absolutely impossible for him to succeed!"
The old man in the red shirt shook his head and said with great confidence.
"You don't know the origin of that divine weapon, it's not an ordinary divine weapon, but a demonic divine weapon!"
"It originated from the Yuan Demon Cult that caused a terrible catastrophe in the Eastern Wasteland thousands of years ago."
"Actually, that magical weapon has been in the hands of our Moon Worship Sect for nearly a thousand years, and during that time, many strong men in the Sect wanted to refine it."
"But none of them succeeded. Instead, they all fell because of this magic weapon. To be precise, they were directly swallowed by this magic weapon!"
"So, unless he can't resist refining that magical weapon, as long as he can't help it, he will definitely die!"
"At that time, there will only be three or two kittens left in the Holy Land of Taiyi, and they can be wiped out with a flick of our hands. Not only can we avenge our revenge, but we can also take the opportunity to take back that magical weapon. !"
At this time, the old man in the red shirt spoke out the complete plan in his heart.
But at this moment, bad news came from the side hall.
Because Shi Zhongjie and others were forcibly absorbed too much energy, blood and cultivation base during this period, their bodies were seriously deficient, and their foundations were fatally damaged.
If there is no accident, it may be difficult for them to advance further in their future cultivation.
This undoubtedly means that these people have no future to speak of.
The red-shirted old man, who was still complacent at first, heard the news, but he didn't understand that it was Chu Xuan's black hand, and suddenly became furious.
"Damn it, he dared to plot against this old man!"
……
Not to mention the mutual calculation between Chu Xuan and the old man in red.
Those many strong men who were suppressed by Chu Xuan were redeemed one after another by the forces of various sects, and soon there was only the last one left.
"Your sect has already paid the ransom for you, why don't you leave?"
Looking at the white and clean girl in front of him, Chu Xuan asked curiously.
He now knew the girl's identity.
Luo Yunjin.
The core disciple of the Qinghong Sword Sect, known as a rare genius swordsman in a thousand years.
Although he is young now, his cultivation has already broken through the realm of Faxiang.
In terms of talent, she is not inferior to Si Jialan, the saintess of the Xuanyin Sect, or even worse.
At least her talent in kendo is definitely not comparable to that of Si Jialan.
Although she is only at the initial stage of Faxiang Realm, but the shadow of the profound meaning of the way of the sword has faintly appeared on her body.
What's even more astonishing is that there is more than one kendo mystery.
This undoubtedly means that as long as her cultivation reaches the peak of the Faxiang Realm, she will be able to easily break through the Creation Realm almost [-]% in the future.
Aside from Chu Xuan, who is cheating, even the four of Su Qianqian, who have accepted the inheritance of the Five Elements, may not be able to compare with the weak-looking girl in front of them.
"You took my sword away."
Facing Chu Xuan's question, the girl quickly raised her head and said with aggrieved expression.
"Your sword?"
Chu Xuan quickly understood what was going on.
He took away all the belongings of those captured by him as trophies, and Luo Yunjin's sword was obviously among them.
With a sweep of Chu Xuan's spiritual sense, he quickly found the sword that belonged to Luo Yunjin.
But beyond his expectation, this is not a treasured sword, not even the lowest level of treasure, it is just the most common bamboo sword.
"Is this bamboo sword very important to you?"
Chu Xuan flipped his right hand, and the bamboo sword appeared in his hand immediately.
Luo Yunjin's eyes lit up, she nodded heavily, and explained at the same time: "This is a birthday present from my grandfather, and it is also the only thing my grandfather left me. Although it cannot be used in battle, it is important to me. , but the most precious thing!"
From the girl's pure and flawless eyes, Chu Xuan suddenly felt a touch of long-lost emotion in his heart.
"This bamboo sword is very good, why can't it be used in battle?"
"If I'm not wrong, it should entrust your grandfather's expectations for you, and you should use it to realize your dreams."
The girl raised her head, eyes full of puzzlement: "But it's just a bamboo sword."
Chu Xuan smiled lightly and shook his head.
"A truly powerful swordsman does not lie in what kind of weapon he holds, even if it is just a bamboo sword, it can also exert the power of a magic weapon!"
While speaking, Chu Xuan clenched the bamboo sword in his hand, and cut it down without warning.
Immediately afterwards, there was a terrifying sword light that tore through the void, and a mountain not far away was directly cut in half from the middle.
Luo Yunjin was dumbfounded, and turned her head to look again, only to find that Chu Xuan had disappeared.
Only the bamboo sword that had been with her for many years was left quietly floating in midair.
She involuntarily stretched out her hand to hold the bamboo sword, as if a whole new door had been opened, and the feeling of the bamboo sword in her hand became quite different.
