Chapter 237

Mo Jueyuan was at a loss. He was very confused about this half immortal weapon.

"Old monster, what does it mean to be between the spirit level weapons and the immortal level weapons? Besides the spirit level, isn't it the immortal level? How can there be a half immortal

Cheng Nuo obviously expected Mo Jueyuan to ask this question for a long time, and immediately explained:

"Boy, you should know that the most important thing of immortal weapons is spirit, which is the so-called weapon spirit. A weapon can only be regarded as the last immortal weapon if it has a unique weapon spirit. However, except for a few things in heaven and earth that can be directly refined into weapon spirit, most of the weapon spirit of immortal weapons are generated after a long time, As time goes by, its power will become stronger and stronger. When it surpasses the power of the spirit level superior weapon, but it is lower than the immortal level inferior weapon, this kind of weapon between the spirit level superior weapon and the immortal level inferior weapon is called the Banxian level weapon. "

"Oh, I see. Is your dark feather arrow a Banxian weapon? No wonder when I first met him, it felt as if he had his own spirit. "

Cheng Nuo nodded slightly and looked at the Mingyu arrow that had just returned. A touch of excitement flashed in his eyes, but he answered calmly:

"Yes, this dark feather arrow is the weapon that has been with Laozi for the longest time. Originally, it was just a slightly special arrow. Later, Laozi found a piece of Yunling ore, only the size of a thumb. Therefore, Laozi put this arrow back into the furnace to fuse the Yunling ore. Originally, this dark feather arrow has a little bit of spirituality, but it is limited to materials. It takes at least tens of thousands of years to produce a complete spirituality and become an instrument spirit. However, once the spirit mineral is added, it takes at most thousands of years, and this dark feather arrow can become an immortal arrow. At that time, the power of the dark feather arrow will definitely increase several times. "

With that, Cheng Nuo's eyes showed the color of excitement and expectation, and Mo Jueyuan's heart moved.

"The old monster only used a little bit of Yunling ore the size of his thumb, and this dark feather arrow has such power. My fishgut sword is made of Yunling ore. once it has a spirit, its power is not..."

Mo Jueyuan had a dream in his mind that after the fish gut sword possessed the spirit, he would kill thousands of miles away. At that time, he would return to Xizhou, punish the Ling family severely, and then kill the Qi practitioner who killed himself to vent his hatred.

At the thought of this, Mo Jueyuan felt a thrill in his heart. The soul curled up in a corner of his body trembled slightly. It was because of excitement.

It seems that he feels Mo Jueyuan's spirit is extremely unstable. Cheng Nuo's mind turns slightly, and immediately understands Mo Jueyuan's idea, pouring a basin of cold water from his head.

"Boy, you think too much. Although your fishgut sword is made entirely of spirit accumulating minerals, it takes thousands or even tens of thousands of years to breed spirit accumulating minerals. Lao Tzu's dark feather arrow has been following Lao Tzu for tens of thousands of years. With Lao Tzu's constant nourishment, it can produce a little bit of spirit. If it is not for the spirit accumulating minerals, Even if there is another 100000 years, the dark feather arrow may not be able to become a real spirit. "

Cheng Nuo's voice was like the water of ice. He immediately poured out the heat in Mo Jueyuan's heart. He could not help sighing

"It seems that it's hard to realize my idea."

On second thought, Mo Chueh yuan suddenly became excited again, and he said to himself

"Even if it takes ten thousand years, what's the matter? With the growth of cultivation, my Shouyuan will only increase but not decrease. Once I get promoted to the free world, then Shouyuan will not be endless. It's nothing but ten thousand years."

Thinking of this, Mo Chueh yuan felt happy, released his soul and began to explore the situation of the outside world.

The blood fog in a square mile is full of air, constantly rolling, and the turbulent blood fog reduces Tang Zixuan's soul perception to the lowest point. Except for the blank space around his body, the situation in the blood fog can't be detected at all.

However, it's enough to have more than ten feet of space. As a strong man, he has more than ten feet of space as a buffer. Any attack is enough for him to react.

As for flying away from the blood fog and into the sky, Tang Zixuan doesn't have such a plan. However, even if he flies into the sky, Tang Zixuan can't detect the situation in the blood fog. He can only see the whole picture of the blood fog, which has no effect on him at all.

And Tang Zixuan didn't have the fighting skill of large-scale attack. If he chopped one knife after another in the blood fog at will, Tang Zixuan would be tired to death, and he couldn't find Cheng Nuo's place.

Looking at the condensed blood mist in front of him, Tang Zixuan has a headache. He can't get rid of it and can't see through it. Although he doesn't have much defensive power, the scope of the blood mist is too wide. Unless his attack can completely cover the blood mist in an instant, he can't find the trace of the other party.

Before Tang Zixuan because of the Ming feather arrow attack, but in a hurry to mobilize the surrounding hundreds of miles of heaven and earth vitality, with the Ming feather arrow fly back, Tang Zixuan immediately have time to gather heaven and earth vitality.

A gust of wind whistling, with countless milky white silk thread, quickly blowing from all directions in the distance, just a breath of time, a mu size milky white cloud, suddenly appeared in the blood fog above, there was a sharp fluctuation of vitality spread.

Tang Zixuan flashed through the cloud and stopped in the middle of the sky. Looking down at the huge cloud, Tang Zixuan suddenly flashed a fierce color in his eyes. Then he turned his hand and the huge blood chopper disappeared. Then Tang Zixuan slowly raised his hands and began to bounce in a strange wave.

Each time, there is a wisp of weak white awn flash, shot into the foot of the white clouds, and the white clouds also in white awn shot, began to shrink rapidly.

In the twinkling of an eye, the Mu Xu white cloud turned into a milky white cloud less than 10 Zhang. The vitality of the cloud fluctuated more violently. A force far beyond the ordinary yuyuanjing strongman suddenly burst out from the white cloud, enveloping the blood fog on the ground. Suddenly, the blood fog was more violent.

"Ghost spirit, since you don't dare to come out, the venerable will force you to come out. The venerable doesn't believe it. It's just a soul body, and a body that is temporarily searched for. How much strength can it exert? Hum, you are doomed today."

Tang Zixuan's voice is full of pride and hatred. On his face, his muscles are twisted, showing an extremely ferocious expression.

In the blood fog, the evil spirit Master and Qi Yuntian had already been killed by Tang Zixuan's undifferentiated attack before, and then they were swallowed by the monsters in the blood fog and integrated into the blood fog. Therefore, in this blood fog, in addition to Mo Jueyuan, only the fourth daughter of Qin Biyue from Rose Society.

The white cloud with rich color in the sky exudes a powerful pressure, which is almost the same as that of the powerful people in yuyuanjing. The majestic pressure covers the blood fog, and also covers the fourth daughter of Qin Biyue below through the blood fog. Suddenly, her whole body trembles. This terrible pressure is like a big mountain, and she can't move, Only by mobilizing the vitality of the body to compete with it, can we barely get down on the ground.

"Ha ha, I've found the four girls. I'll kill them first."

With that, Tang Zixuan's body moved, and suddenly turned into a fierce lightning. He shot at the blood mist which was full of vitality, and that was the location of Qin Biyue's fourth daughter.

Although Mo Jueyuan didn't control his body, it didn't prevent him from thinking. Therefore, Tang Zixuan's words were immediately heard by Mo Jueyuan, and his actions were no exception. Mo Jueyuan explored them clearly.

"Old monster, save them. After all, I know each other. If I die like this, what a pity."

Although Mo chueyuan's voice was not urgent, Cheng Nuo still heard a touch of anxiety from his words. He laughed secretly and said solemnly:

"Boy, you are sure to save them. It is very likely that you will be in danger."

"Save it. If you really can't, you can enter haotianjie."

Mo Jueyuan's tone was firm.

Cheng Nuo's heart turns, but his face doesn't change. There is only one expression on his face, that is, indifference.

"If you want to kill it, you can kill it. It's just a few mole ants. It's nothing to do with me whether you're dead or alive. However, I didn't expect that you could be regarded as a strong man in the middle of the world. You would even attack the younger generation of cangruijing. You really give these elders a long face."

Cheng Nuo's voice was full of irony, and his eyes were shining with strange light, with a hint of a bad smile.

In fact, Cheng Nuo didn't intend to make a sound. If it wasn't for Mo Jueyuan's impatience, Cheng Nuo didn't even look at her. Although the fourth daughter of Qin Biyue was helpful to her to a certain extent, she didn't take risks for them. Tang Zixuan is very powerful. Cheng Nuo won't put herself in danger for the sake of several unrelated people, That's against Cheng Nuo's will.

After thousands of years, Tang Zixuan didn't know that Cheng Nuo had made up his mind, ignored his words, and continued to attack the four girls.

Qin Biyue's fourth daughter is now fully resisting the imperial yuan realm's full and powerful pressure. How can she resist Tang Zixuan's attack? Moreover, even if the strength of the four women in the heyday, also can't stop out of the ordinary realm of the old monster.

Tang Zixuan claps his hand with a grim smile on his face. Suddenly, the blood mist suddenly reveals the space of a palm print. Four beautiful women, like flowers, are sitting on the ground sweating, supporting their shaking bodies.

"Ha ha, if you want to blame it, it's because you have something to do with ghosts. Go to hell."

The fierce wind suddenly came, the surrounding air suddenly twisted violently, and the majestic vitality quickly spread around.

The strong wind came in a flash, and the four women's eyes suddenly showed the color of despair.

"Dying?"

This is the last thought in the four women's heart.