Chapter 393: Speechless
But in just a few months, everything has changed.
As the starting point of the outbreak of the great war, the destruction of this core area was even more serious, not only the formation groups on the outskirts were completely torn apart.
Even the water in the Da Luo Jin Pond, which was originally filled with the power of Geng Jin, completely dried up in this area.
If it weren't for the golden Huangtian tree not far away, like a cast of gold, the Huangtian tree with subtle and mysterious and unknown patterns engraved on it would still stand there quietly.
I'm afraid even Zhang Qingyuan didn't recognize that this was the place where the war broke out.
Zhang Qingyuan flew past like a feather.
The figure spanned dozens of feet of space, swaying with the wind, dodging two space cracks hidden in the dark void, and finally fell in front of Huang Tianshu.
"At the beginning, the spiritual weapon Jianwan grew out of this barren tree."
"I don't know if it is because of the relationship between these runes, so that the sword pill can be continuously cultivated..."
Zhang Qingyuan stepped forward.
Looking up at the ten-foot-tall golden tree,
Suddenly I have a headache.
Anyway,
He couldn't understand this desolate tree at all.
He didn't even know if this thing was a natural life, or something designed by the monks of the Linghai Sword Sect the day after tomorrow.
Zhang Qingyuan searched patiently for a long time.
However, there is still no discovery.
"Do you want to give up?"
this moment,
Zhang Qingyuan couldn't help feeling a little headache.
He held out his hand,
Carefully touch the branches of this huge barren tree, caress the mysterious and unknown lines under the golden bark.
But at this moment,
hum! ! !
In the dantian, the sword pill that had been refined by Zhang Qingyuan and turned into a natal magic weapon suddenly felt a tremor.
"Ok?"
Zhang Qingyuan's expression froze.
Suddenly thought of something.
Open your mouth and spit.
Then the round of sword pills rose slowly from the dantian, shining brightly in the air.
at the same time,
The moment Jianwan appeared.
At this moment, the huge golden tree, which was ten feet high, turned into a golden liquid in an instant, and rushed towards the sword pill like a living thing!
that moment,
Zhang Qingyuan was about to react, and was about to flee.
Fortunately, sensing Jianwan's joyful tremors, Zhang Qingyuan suppressed this impulse.
The huge Huangtian tree turned into a golden liquid, which poured into Jianwan's body continuously, and the surrounding space was full of dazzling golden light.
However, it is very surprising.
The huge golden liquid poured in, and the volume of the entire sword pill did not change at all.
It's just that the light is brighter.
After a quarter of an hour.
The originally huge Huangtian tree in front of it has completely disappeared at this moment, but on Jianwan's body that is full of golden light, there is an extra tattoo shaped like the Huangtian tree!
this change,
Zhang Qingyuan was extremely surprised.
It seems that Jianwan and this Huangtian tree merged somehow.
And after merging,
The rank of the sword pill itself is still the level of a low-grade magic weapon, but Zhang Qingyuan feels more vigorous than before!
"How is this going?"
Looking at the main body of Jianwan floating in the void in front of him, Zhang Qingyuan frowned.
Suddenly,
There was a flash of inspiration in his mind, as if he had thought of something.
Open the storage bag with the backhand,
The piece of Seventh Gold Essence obtained by beheading the monster in the True Yuan Realm when he came in earlier appeared in Zhang Qingyuan's hands.
At this time,
The sword pill seemed to sense something.
The rich golden light bloomed, and three miniature horned dragon-like roots emerged from the whole sword pill, extending out and sticking to the Gengjin essence.
next moment,
The light bloomed again.
The power of Gengjin in the essence of Gengjin was absorbed by the roots of the tree, and poured into the body of Jianwan continuously!
Not long after,
The power of Gengjin in Gengjin Essence was completely absorbed, turned into a cloud of smoke and ashes, and dissipated in the air.
And the roots from the sword ball,
It also slowly retracted into the sword pill.
"OK!"
Feeling Jianwan's aura to a higher level, even with Zhang Qingyuan's disposition, he couldn't help feeling ecstatic at this moment.
Spirit weapon sword pill,
Restoration is possible!
…
Just when Zhang Qingyuan re-explored the secret realm of the Linghai Sword Sect site.
I don't know how many thousands of miles away there is a certain sacred mountain.
The mountain peaks are thousands of feet high, and the majestic and majestic rocky mountains soar into the clouds, like a pillar of support that goes straight into the sky, supporting this Langlang blue sky from falling into the mortal world.
on top of a rocky mountain,
steaming clouds,
I saw a huge green boulder entrenched under the canopy-like ancient pine on the top of the stone mountain.
above the boulder,
Taoist Mingshui, wearing a black Taoist robe, holds sunspots in his hand, looking at the stars dotted in front of his eyes, black and white dotted like a deep starry sky, devouring people's souls, turning them into a chessboard of Mo Luo Dajie.
Think hard.
A breeze came from nowhere.
As the clouds and mist brushed past the top of the mountain and the horizon, Taoist Mingshui suddenly woke up from the chess game.
"Phew, I'm really old! A hundred years ago, I was able to lay seven hundred and thirty-two sons, but now I'm almost sinking in less than five hundred sons. I'm afraid that in another hundred years, I'm afraid I can't even support three hundred sons. "
Taoist Mingshui recovered from his sinking.
The voice sighed leisurely.
"So, are you giving up now?!"
A familiar voice suddenly came.
The wind and cloud stir,
Layers of clouds rolled up.
A figure seemed to melt into the wind, floated into the arena, and appeared in front of Taoist Ming Shui.
It was Master Lu who bid farewell to Zhang Qingyuan not long ago!
"You've seen that kid too, what do you think of him?"
Taoist Mingshui avoided talking about Master Lu's words.
Just flip it over,
space warp.
A dark purple round teapot and two matching cups then appear on the boulder.
The lingering white spiritual mist slowly evaporated from the spout, Taoist Mingshui picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for each of them.
The sound of gurgling water echoed.
The air was a little still.
Taoist Mingshui didn't speak.
Master Lu didn't speak either.
It wasn't until the teacup was full that a halo of light came out, vaguely reflecting the image of a fiery red tea tree, and Master Lu suddenly replied:
"The foundation is solid, the heart is firm, and at the same time, the luck is also deep. If nothing happens in the future, there is a 50% possibility of achieving Dongzhen."
"Just, do you think that kid will be able to do it?"
Facing Master Lu's questioning.
The action of Taoist Mingshui to take back the purple teapot froze.
But he sighed.
There was an unconcealable sadness in the depths of his eyes.
He slowly put the teapot aside.
Said:
"At the beginning, I thought that I would be able to go back in a hundred years at most, but a hundred years have passed, and another hundred years have passed."
"Until now, three hundred years have passed!"
"The life span of the hole is only eight hundred at most, how many three hundred years do I have?"
"The me now is just a worthless old man with little hope of what I want to do!"
Taoist Ming Shu sighed,
It was as if he wanted to spit out all the grievances accumulated over the past three hundred years.
Master Lu was silent for a while.
"So you put everything on that kid?"
"No, Qing Yuan is just one of the last few children I am optimistic about. In this last fight, I can only place my hope on more geniuses."
"What if you can't succeed in this last effort?"
The air was suddenly silent.
Needle drop can be heard.
I don't know how long it has passed,
I heard Ming Shuidao said:
"If it doesn't work out, that's it."
silence.
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