Chapter 510 The ancient warrior’s big treasure sacrifice to the soul (two-in-one)
“Buzz…”
More than a dozen pills were formed in the Xiantian Shennong Cauldron, still glowing with a layer of golden light Dizzy, Ji Jiuwei couldn't wait to pick it up, gave one to Xiong Zhao and others, and then dispersed. His movements were so skillful that people were speechless.
Xin Zhuo clapped his hands and stood up to sort out the spiritual grass seeds and fruits behind him. This Shennong Cauldron contains the spiritual energy of heaven and earth absorbed for hundreds of thousands of years. It can perfectly ripen a spiritual grass within four days, and then Keep the seeds and recycle them to make elixirs.
He doesn’t understand alchemy. This thing has never worked for him, but he feels that if this cauldron is left outside, it will be difficult not to cause an uproar. No wonder Ji Yaoyue, Shi Xianren and others will do this value.
He stood up and went out. The village was very lively at the moment. Three days had passed. In addition to Gongsun Li, Chen Changsheng, Hehuan Shengsong and Yunwuhai, there were at least ten more families. They were all ancient innate masters, surpassing the earthly immortals. There are at least ten people.
These people all have a common purpose, to retrieve something!
After these few days, Xin Zhuo pretended to be a "villager guard" and wandered around, pretending to listen to people's conversations, he vaguely guessed the reason——
The prosperity of martial arts in this world is divided into two categories: small and large. The species lasts for a thousand years for large ones and two or three hundred years for small ones. The world of Tao, culture, and culture has blossomed. As long as you are outstanding, you can transcend the shackles of the fairyland through practice and pursue the illusory end of the martial arts. Of course, it is also full of grudges and killings, sectarian fighting, personal grudges, treasure grabbing, etc. , this is the origin of the prosperous age of martial arts.
But once the prosperous age is over, the "Heavenly Immortal Rules" will come in an instant. Basically, all the talented people and detached earthly immortals among the earthly immortals will be wiped out, and then only things like Julie Mountain and Heavenly Ladder will be left. The kind of place that gives people a glimmer of hope for life also cultivates the acquired immortal spirit.
That’s right! This "immortal rule of heaven" is like a thorn in the head. After the golden age of martial arts comes, they will be isolated and excluded without a trace. However, before the golden age comes, a group of talented and evil people like Xin Zhuo will be killed, and it will also end Then he wiped out a group of masters who transcended the earthly immortals, just like some kind of reincarnation!
And that place of suffering is like a small bug!
Of course no one in the world is willing to be killed before their lifespan is over, so the ancient warriors naturally racked their brains to survive, except for some extremely powerful people who can survive with great magical powers. Waiting for the next When a martial arts era comes, the rest of the people can only ask the craftsmen of Changshou Village to make a "pumice coffin" or some special thing to fake death.
Changshou Village is good at this kind of craftsmanship and is famous far and wide, but there is a rule. It does not require gold or silver, martial arts, fame or fortune, but only the treasures of each family's mountain gates and the ancestral treasures.
As for the purpose, Xin Zhuo couldn't guess. Maybe those treasures are useful to Changshou Village?
But the next time the martial arts boom begins, those who faked their death will be resurrected and want to revitalize the sect. Naturally, they will come to Changshou Village to redeem their purchases. Especially in the chats of several ancient warriors with deep expressions, they repeatedly mentioned that this martial arts boom is a ten-year success. The overall situation has never happened in ten thousand years. Countless small worlds like the Great Zhou are crowded together. There are so many warriors from the day after tomorrow, and ancient warriors who fake their own death are also mixed together, like a cauldron. And this grand situation will last for who knows how many years. , so it is urgent to retrieve the sect’s treasure!
This is the real purpose of their coming here!
However, Xin Zhuo has a question. The ancient warriors were as numerous as the stars. Obviously, it was impossible to rely on just one longevity village. Others might have other ways to survive. For example, the old dog Li Guangling used methods other than those of the longevity village. .
Shake your head and put aside your complicated thoughts.
His eyes glanced at a group of foreign warriors in the village who were sitting and talking or looking impatient, and scratched his chin.
It is not difficult to guess that the things these people are looking for are nothing more than the items in the villagers’ homes that contain heavenly martial charm and innate true energy. No wonder that after the prosperity of martial arts comes, the innate true energy will suddenly shoot into the sky with green light. It turns out that they are all Treasures of all denominations.
As for why these people have been unable to get it, he also guessed some clues. The people in Changshou Village have very mysterious craftsmanship, transforming their treasures into strange things, covering the inside You don't know which one is yours, and you don't dare to search for it at will. What if you take someone else's? A group of experts were watching eagerly from the sidelines.
This has resulted in an awkward stalemate now that three days have passed and all the masters dare not move around at will!
You guys are stiff, but I can’t be stiff!
This situation should bring me some benefits. How should I draw chestnuts from the fire and sacrifice the souls of these people?
This is what Xin Zhuo should consider now!
He looked at the first neighbor's yard and walked in, smiling: "Uncle Bao, give me a puff of the cigarette!"
Jiang Lao Bao grinned and showed a puff of smoke. Huang Banya: "You coward, can you do this? Come on, come on..."
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Gongsun Li stood in the side window of an abandoned courtyard in the village, looking at Looking at the end of the only three paths in the village outside, he played with a pocket sword-shaped hairpin in his hand and frowned slightly.
The Xuantian Sword Sect's most precious treasure, the "Glazed Moon-Slashing Bow", is an ancient object. It contains the key to the sect's grand formation. The sect leader repeatedly warned that there must be no mistakes, so she immediately went to the village chief to ask, but the living dead The ordinary village chief didn't remember it, and when he asked other villagers, he had no idea at all. This was completely different from the scene of redeeming sect treasures many years ago, when they remembered it.
Three days were wasted.
Of course the "Liu Li Zhan Yue Bow" is in the village, but... where is it?
"Uncle Master, why is it so troublesome? You have the bow and breath jade, why not go door to door to find it?" The old horseman stood behind. Since he was beaten once, he has become much more honest and offered to commit suicide. A solid idea.
Gongsun Li shook his head and said: "The aura jade is useless, and there are too many masters in the village, and the treasures have not been found for the time being. If you rashly search from house to house, you will inevitably arouse the dissatisfaction and vigilance of others. , you need to know that even if we are open-minded and only look for our own things, there is no guarantee that some people with ulterior motives will also look for other people’s treasures!”
The old horseman sighed and said: "Then what should we do? We can't stay in the village forever, we have to look for it!"
"This matter is really puzzling. Obviously the treasures in the house are there. It’s in front of me, but I can’t find it.”
I can’t speak. It was Gongsun Li. There were three people standing in front of the courtyard. Xuanyuan Qingqing, dressed in fiery red clothes, was leading two disciples. His fiery figure and snow-white ball shape almost squeezed out of the sky. The old groom lowered his head in shame, but Her face was extremely serious, and every move she made was in compliance with the rules.
Gongsun Li stopped playing with the sword-shaped hairpin in his hand, and his eyes became a little colder. As a disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect, of course he knew about the existence of the Sea of Clouds and Mists. The two forces knew each other during the last martial arts heyday. There was only very little contact, and she didn't know the purpose of the other party's initiative to approach.
"I just think that we can have a quick way." Xuanyuan Qingqing seemed to see the coldness in Gongsun Li's expression and did not approach.
Gongsun Li's face softened slightly and he said: "I would like to hear the details."
Xuanyuan Qingqing said: "Gather all the people here together, and then gather all the treasures in Changshou Village, and let everyone identify them together. Wouldn’t it be a good idea to return it to its owner?”
Gongsun Li thought carefully for a moment and said: "I have no objection. I wonder what others think about it?"
Xuanyuan Qingqing said: "I can say this!"
"Thank you!" Gongsun Li handed over his hand.
Xuanyuan Qingqing left with his disciples.
The old groom's eyes brightened: "Uncle, this is a good idea."
"Bad idea!"
Gongsun Li waved his sleeves, "Since it is How can Zhenzong’s treasure be displayed openly and openly? In front of others? The masters in the village are at different levels. Aren't they afraid of being killed and robbed of treasures when they leave the village? The people with lower levels will not agree at first. Which number? ”
"Thunder Sound Prajna Palm can detect the evil in people's hearts, a flying knife from the Sea of Clouds and Mist can kill demons, Hehuan Holy Sect carries a holy word but it is the most evil! My Xuantian Sword Sect's sword enters the sea of martial arts and travels around the world, no less!"< br>
Gongsun Li sat down on the futon behind him and closed his eyes to relax.
The old horseman murmured: "Leiyin, Yunwuhai, Hehuan, our Xuantian Sword Sect. However, even when I looked at the pretty face of the Haotian Sect, it was extremely troublesome. The Haotian Sect has been around for five thousand years. The big sect in front of..."
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< br>Suddenly it began to rain lightly in the sky, pattering on the green bricks and green tiles, splashing a cloud of rain and mist. The villagers hid in their houses. Outsiders came late and there were no abandoned houses to live in. So they might as well We built a thatched shed to stay temporarily, but from time to time there were people wandering around, looking anxious.
Chen Changsheng was walking in the village alley. The rainwater in the alley gathered into a trickle, but his pair of green cloth multi-eared hemp shoes were completely dry despite stepping on the water.
His face was very calm, as quiet as walking in his back garden. He has always been a very patient person, even though everyone was more or less anxious, but he was not.
At this moment, he walked into a deserted small room. There was an oil lamp burning in the room, and a stooped old nun sat cross-legged, tapping the wooden fish gently.
"Do you have any clues about Master Kudu?"
Chen Changsheng sat cross-legged in a corner beside him, straightened his sleeves and patted the clean uppers of his shoes. The old nun opened her eyes: "The village is different from previous years. The poor nun came here last time. There was no such trouble. She just took it and left."
Chen Changsheng said: "The ancient emperor's restrictions were suddenly completely relaxed, and the small worlds from all directions gathered in one place. There were so many ancient martial immortals. This was something that had never happened in tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years in historical records. Longevity It is natural for the village to undergo some changes, but I don’t know what their purpose is?”
Ku Du Da? The teacher was silent for a long time: "Let's take a look at the plans of these living dead. It doesn't hurt to wait for some time."
Chen Changsheng said: "In this case, we cannot accept Yunwuhai's suggestion!"
Master Kudu said: "We don't need to refuse, those martial immortals from various sects who live in huts will not be willing!"
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[Sacrifice to the Spirit: Glaze Moon-Slashing Bow, an innate weapon, fighting soldier killing formation, the innate martial charm contained in it has been completely lost, leaving only a shallow innate true energy.
Sharing: No sharing ability! 】
【Sacrifice to Souls: Blood Moon Albizia Ceremony, innate dual cultivation techniques, extremely evil, swallowing up a hundred human cultivation essence, and losing all spiritual energy.
Sharing: It is contrary to the Well Master's fusion technique, has no shared value, and cannot be captured. 】
[Sacrifice to the spirit: The true body of the ancient Buddha, the innate treasure, the light of the Buddha for two moons, the most overwhelming thing in the world's hearts, the spiritual energy has been lost...]
[Sacrifice to the spirit: Xuantian's hundred war soldiers, innate weapons, spiritual energy All lost...】
[Sacrifice to the spirit: Haotian source stone, ancient heaven and man’s five-degeneration protective body, Nirvana spiritual source, heaven and earth The source of the spiritual stone, a heavy treasure, needs a special place to be sacrificed and refined for five hundred years, and the spiritual energy is completely lost...]
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Xin Zhuo walked on the way back and summoned Wangyue. Well, looking at the fifteen new sacrificial souls in the well and the seven or eight waiting souls below with question marks, I was a little disappointed, but also somewhat understanding.
It is indeed these things.
In fact, he should have sacrificed to the spirit long ago, but he didn't expect this at all. The dry cigarette the old man smoked, and the stone pile sitting under the aunt's buttocks, are they of any use to you to worship the spirit? It was not very familiar at first and was inconvenient.
Moreover, these treasures seem to have gone through a long period of time. Their spiritual energy has been exhausted, and they have no value for grabbing. They have no abilities or martial arts. No wonder these people can't find their own things. Not only has their appearance changed, but their unique aura has also changed. It has basically disappeared.
I wonder what use these people would have if they went back?
However, even if a bunch of waste is sacrificed to the spirit, it is still very cost-effective.
These ancient warriors in the village can't find their own things now, and they don't have the means of their own. They are struggling. I just need to use a clever method to pour well water for them, and then help them find the treasures. Once the debt reaches fifty , you can make crazy breakthroughs.
It does not seem to be very difficult to break through the martial arts immediately after the advent of the martial arts prosperity. In the future, when you leave the village, you will be somewhat sure of self-preservation.
"...What do you think?"
In the middle of the village not far away, in front of a thatched hut, Xuanyuan Qingqing in the sea of clouds held an umbrella and looked at dozens of people sitting around. An ancient warrior sitting with a deep breath.
After just saying a few words, there was no response from anyone around.
A group of people, men, women, old and young, all use their ears, nose and nose to watch their hearts.
It’s self-evident what I mean.
Xuanyuan Qingqing already understood, and was not disappointed at all. Disciples from the Sea of Clouds were famous for coming up with ideas. He smiled lightly, turned around and left with his two disciples, and then saw Xin Zhuo, his eyes brightened. Some of them waved their hands and saluted: "Little brother, you are polite!"
Xin Zhuo immediately pretended to be an emotionless "NPC" and "indifferent" and left.
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Three days later.
It’s sunny.
Xin Zhuo never left the small courtyard, but squatted in front of the door every day to observe. In the past few days, people outside had entered a more anxious state. It was clear that his baby was nearby, but he couldn't find it. It would be uncomfortable for anyone else.
So, the hot-tempered man started to look for her from house to house. At first, he was very polite and respectfully asked for admission. Then he looked at the items and found that they didn't look like him, so he went out politely.
Today, someone is impatient.
It was a strong man with a big beard. Judging from the blood energy fluctuations, he was born in the fairyland of Nine Transformations. He strode into Jiang Laobao's house, grabbed the aunt's neck and threw it aside heavily, and picked up the stone stool sitting under the aunt's buttocks. , regardless of whether it was his own thing, he turned around and left, cursing:
“A group of living dead, Why can't I move? It's such a mess outside, how can I stay here for a long time? How simple is it to see who owns it first? "
These words did not mean to offend anyone. They seemed rough but were actually very tactful. They just offended Changshou Village.
At this moment, a bright sword light suddenly fell from the sky, carrying the innate martial arts that had been tempered for thousands of times, changing thirteen times, and flashed by.
“Pfft——”
The huge head flew high into the sky, and a large ball of bright red blood burst out from the headless cavity.
The dignified nine-level innate immortal was killed with one blow, like a dead chicken.
Escaped the "immortal rules of heaven", pretended to be dead for countless years, and died miserably here.
Xin Zhuo took a deep breath. He didn’t know what kind of martial arts that sword light was. It was very mysterious and terrifying. In addition to the extremely high level of the sword master himself, there was also the mystery of the martial arts itself. Frankly speaking, the martial arts on his body now Learning may not compare.
Following the light of the sword, I saw the woman in white standing on the roof not far away, her clothes swaying in the wind, her fiery figure attracting people's imagination, but there was no expression on her face.
It was the Yunwuhai Xuanyuan Qingqing who came up with the idea a few days ago.
She didn't seem to have any psychological burden after killing someone. I wonder if it was because everyone didn't give her face that day and she felt resentful.
This made Xin Zhuo feel more cautious and wary, and then he had some expectations. This woman must be able to sacrifice her soul. I like this sword skill better.
"Pap tap tap..."
At this time Jiang Dagou ran over from a distance and said hello: "Aqing, the village chief asked us to clean up the body. Come out quickly and make up for it." Ah!”
Xin Zhuo: "?"
How to make up? have eaten?
I’ll update tomorrow. I have high blood pressure today and am feeling groggy.
(End of this chapter)