This large coral reef is entrenched on the sea surface. It looks like a mountain from a distance, and it looks very steady. Unexpectedly, it is a hard-working player who accurately poked His Majesty's lung tube as soon as he opened his voice.

Ten rings!

Before Xuan Ji could see Sheng Lingyuan's expression, he was covered in black fog that rose from the sky.

Sheng Lingyuan might have had such a big fire when Lingchi Weiyu King was so angry that the demonic energy swallowed half of the White Jade Palace. For a moment, the light of the sky was gone, and everyone was forced to be blind. The mermaid song that was owed to the mouth suddenly stopped, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, freezing the sea surface to the Arctic, and the glaciers suddenly connected into pieces. I don’t know how thick the frozen ice layer was, and people stood on it like landing!

The field elites experienced the power of gods and demons from the ancient melee for the first time. When they were swept by black fog, the cold murderous intent seemed to seep into every pore. If they moved a little, they would be separated by the body and head!

Only Xuan Jihun didn't care about the black fog. He rushed over without hesitation. The fire on the winged feathers first turned white, then suddenly went out, revealing a brilliant background. The feathers fell on Sheng Lingyuan, and the master occupied the territory first.

"It's so close, I can't get it."... Will this be...what is what he imagined?

Xuan Ji's heart almost broke his ribs.

He has always known how easy it is for human nature to project his own ideas on others. When he is obsessed with others, he is always willing to fantasize that others are the same as himself, and that the other person's words and deeds must be far-fetched.

Xuan Ji has always warned himself to restrain such self-indulgentness, otherwise it would be too pitiful.

He had previously noticed that Sheng Lingyuan deliberately kept a distance, but he only thought that His Majesty was too insightful. He somehow discovered his secret thoughts and deliberately suppressed them quietly.

Sheng Lingyuan's feudal emperor's occupational disease is not open to everything, but only understands it, never speaks it, and leaves enough room for himself back and forth. Xuan Ji was upset with his politician-style hypocritical style, and many small actions that made trouble were just uneasy. He wanted to force the Majesty to condescend from the throne in the clouds and say a few words to himself frankly...even if it was a sentence "Don't think about it, get out of here."

He never thought... no, never hoped...

Xuan Ji had a pair of hands that could not be scalded even if it was hot even if it was put into boiling oil. It was a matter of taking the sliver from the fire. Over time, he dared to grab anything with these hands and was very bold. He hugged the furious big devil from behind.

Sheng Lingyuan struggled hard, and the invisible long blade turned around and threw it out: "Rareless!"

The demon king with ninety-nine heads was once timid under such anger. Although Xuan Ji only had one head, he was obviously more talented than Jiu Teng at critical moments.

Not only did he not dodge or dodge, he also stole his nose and stuck Sheng Lingyuan's chest with his elbow, forcibly twisting his majesty's chin!

"I'm looking for death, right?" Xuan Ji was in the center of the storm, thinking clearly, "Forget it, then I'm dead."

The sharp blade transformed from the black fog flew out against the edge of his wing feathers. Xuan Ji used the courage to jump off the coffin to take his majesty's scolding from behind with his almost burning lips.

The bitter murderous intent curled up automatically when it hit him. His body was unharmed and his soul exploded into Lianjiang's fireworks.

Sheng Lingyuan subconsciously closed his teeth slightly. Before he could bite it down, Xuan Ji first cut his tongue heavily on the tip of his teeth, and the smell of blood suddenly surged out. His Majesty was stunned by his sudden collision, and forgot that there was no blood between them.

The unprepared sea of ​​consciousness was opened, those painful and long forbearance, fiery admiration, careful dodging...even the spiritual consciousness hidden deep in him - the usually buried deep mind was dug out of the ancestral grave without anywhere to hide.

The Baiyu Palace, which was almost destroyed, was so scared that it curled up in a ball. The "road" that stretched out quickly shrank back, and in a panic, rolled back the four deadly "guests". The black mist that had been weak suddenly dissipated. Sheng Lingyuan, who had come to his senses, twisted Xuan Ji's wrist and knocked him out with one elbow.

Xuan Ji floated up as if he had no weight, his huge wings opened, slid for a distance in the air, and landed on the snow-white coral reef with one foot. His fingers smeared the corners of his bright red mouth. His clan emblem and wing feathers flashed with the same flame color, which was dazzling.

If a cannon could bombard him into the sky, he could squeeze the golden crow down and be the sun by himself.

Sheng Lingyuan was trembling slightly, and he couldn't tell whether he was angry or unable to control himself. His mouth and nose were full of bird smell. He couldn't speak, for fear of accidentally swallowing the bird smell... The thing was too toxic and could be sealed with blood.

After the memory suppressed by the horror was restored, His Majesty's migraine had not been affected for a while. At this moment, the quiet nerve in his mind twitched unbearably. Sheng Lingyuan was thrilling and trying to gather all his thoughts that had been freed. Then he "heard" Xuan Ji said directly in his mind: "I've finished reading it."

At this time, a slight sound not far away, Yanqiushan and the others were also brought in by Baiyu Palace.

Yanqiushan couldn't understand the words of the mermaids, and didn't understand what was going on from beginning to end. He only knew that the mermaids didn't know what they shouldn't say, angering the one, causing the White Jade Palace in the sky that had stood for four thousand years to almost become a dangerous house to be demolished. Then the one who somehow calmed down again, the deadly black mist dissipated, and he inexplicably entered the large coral reef.

Yan Qiushan's first reaction was not to look around, but to look down at the wooden doll in his arms. When he saw this, his heartbeat was shocked. The doll seemed to be "dead", and he leaned silently in his arms, with his flexible joints drooping softly.

"Know the spring! Know..."

A familiar hand reached in front of him and shook it in front of him with some hesitation.

Yan Qiushan instantly held his breath and slowly grabbed it... and grabbed it for a while.

The hand looks like a realistic 3D projection, visible and intangible.

Yanqiushan slowly followed his wrist and found the owner of his arms and hands.

Zhichun... Zhichun, who had been missing for a long time, was half kneeling a distance from him, as if within reach.

His hair was soft, and his eyebrows were also soft. He saw his reflection in Yanqiushan's pupils. For a moment, he opened his eyes as if spring could not bear it, and tears were shining in the corners of his eyes.

With outsiders there, Xuan Ji shrank his spread wings back and hung them on his back in a low profile, not retracting his shoulder blades. The wings on his shirt were poked out. When he smelled the smell, some places might be battered. If his wings were completely retracted, he would have to expose his back, which was the kind of performance art.

He was not ashamed, but mainly in front of Lingyuan, he had to reveal himself gracefully, and could not reveal himself so funny.

"I understand his current mood," Xuan Ji glanced at Zhichun, and his mind opened to Sheng Lingyuan without reservation. "Others fantasize about being promoted and wealthy, climbing to the top of the world, carving their own name on the monument, or something. Our...this 'existence' actually has an unattainable fantasy."

"I fantasize that one day I can see my reflection in your eyes. Just one glance will make me do whatever I want, and I will be crushed to pieces many times..."

"Shut up!" Sheng Lingyuan could no longer bear it. His Majesty, who had always been indifferent to his face, obviously fluctuated a few times. He was so angry that he could not speak. After a while, he only cursed, "Absurd!"

After cursing, he felt a sense of arduous ancient scriptures in his heart, and occupied his consciousness. He did not read, listen or think, and left without thinking.

His Majesty's kindness that he pretended to be in the past few days was gone. However, Xuan Ji became more and more excited after being beaten and scolded, and he felt that he had a journey of thousands of miles under his feet. Suddenly, he felt that his three thousand years had been in vain. He left nothing but dust, and cleaned it all over. He almost turned back to the teenager who was rushing around back then.

"Mr. Yan, go quickly." Xuan Ji didn't steadily greet Yan Qiushan and the others, "This is almost the hometown of weapon spirits, and they are serious weapons refining. If they don't leave the evil demons and heretics who came from the slave owners' villages, they might have a way to help Zhichun reshape their bodies. Then you want to see how long he will watch! Don't be too slow!"

After walking through a slender corridor, I saw the main entrance, with white jade as a skeleton. The door was hung with coral pearls, surrounded by ancient mountain language, and the three big words "White Jade Palace" written on it.

The Baiyu Palace, which had his own consciousness, was just cleaned up by Sheng Lingyuan. When he saw him, he felt trembling and he would never dare to let His Majesty call the door himself. As if he had an automatic sensor installed, Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyes and before he could finish looking at the plaque, it automatically opened and respectfully welcomed the guests into the door.

There are many gaps in ordinary coral reefs, but I don’t know what kind of strange species this big coral in the White Jade Palace is. Only one circle outside is rougher. The more you go in, the smaller the gap on the coral reef, the denser it looks, and it is too natural. When you enter the main hall, you can hardly tell whether it is artificial or natural inside, and it is integrated. The ground and walls are colored between mutton fat jade and white giant clam, so flat that it can be seen.

There is a circle of mermaids of different shapes carved on the dome, either angry or happy, and lifelike. Because it is too realistic, it is simply not because of its superb carving skills, or whether they used some secret techniques to make the living mermaids into snow-white specimens, which looks a bit creepy.

The main hall - According to human understanding, it should be similar to the ancestral halls and other places, but the ancestral halls are not erected in this hall. There are many holes that are about one person high on the wall, and each hole is filled with a silent "utensil". At first glance, it looks a bit like a museum display stand.

Not only weapons, but also guqin, bronze mirror, jade fans and other objects, all of which are exquisite and beautiful.

Gu Gaoshan was born in the White Jade Palace in the sky. He watched the mermaids grow up since childhood. He was also a talented clan of clever hands, carving the "exquisite" into his bones. But Sheng Lingyuan looked around and felt that most of them were spiritually unscrupulous.

"Your Majesty the Emperor of Humanity, Master Zhuque, and these two friends," an old voice sounded, and saw an old man like a ghost floating on a big bell on the wall. His hair and beard were white, and his waist was still below the big bell. He nodded to the guests, and he said, "I am old and weak, and I cannot welcome you with all my respects. I am the twelve generation leader of the sinner tribe. I have not left the body of the instrument for almost five thousand years, and my legs are not allowed to be used."

Zhichun himself is a weapon spirit, and he is very sensitive to the breath of the weapon spirit. Unlike Xuan Ji, who was originally a demon sword, the weapon spirit here gives him a very friendly feeling and can't help asking: "Your legs..."

"It's gone." The old man in the clock smiled kindly at him, "We stayed in the body for many years and didn't show up for a long time. After a long time, we forgot the feeling of our body, and the corresponding part disappeared. At that time, the eleven ancestors in front of me had already returned to the sea, otherwise it would not be my turn to come forward to receive all the guests."

His words touched everyone's blind spots in knowledge.

What kind of strange way to die? Aren’t the instrument spirits the body broken first? How can the instrument spirits here disappear by themselves when the instrument body is intact?

Is the quality gap between genuine and copycat so far?

"Our tribe uses the blood that mermaids voluntarily donated. The heart of mermaids is called eternal heart. It can last forever with heaven and earth. Therefore, the body of the refined body can be preserved for a long time, stainless and dull, and it can last for tens of thousands of years." The twelve generation clan leader explained slowly, "The tradition of our tribe is that before the physical body decays, we go to the neighbors of mermaids who have been friends with, and cast a body for themselves. When the instrument is completed, we will sacrifice our body for the furnace, survive the torture, save our minds into the instrument, enter the scripture hall, and teach the children the scriptures, and occasionally help our descendants to cut off family affairs. If there is something in the clan, we will be the last line of defense."

Zhichun's eyes swept over the body of the instrument that was quietly displayed on the wall: "But not everyone will become a spirit of the instrument, right?"

"It's true," said the twelve generation patriarch. "To become a spirit of weapon, you must first preserve your mind from the pain of burning fire. With a bold statement, our clan's art of refining things can win the craftsmanship. However, in the practice of cultivation, there is less talent, and no one of the ten can survive. After success, it means that you will never rest in peace and send off generations of juniors to protect the entire clan. Some predecessors watched their living relatives and friends die one by one, and watched the younger generation grow up. Even when the younger generations who had a meeting were all dead, they refused to use the weapon again, and slowly cut off their ties with the world, and they broke themselves bit by bit."

He died without dying, voluntarily endured pain, protected his descendants until everything related to him slowly disappeared, as if he had been metabolized by the world, and retired after success, leaving behind a beautiful body.

It turns out that this is the origin of the spirit of the weapon.

Zhichun was a little stunned when he heard this.

Yan Qiushan’s concern is more practical: “Clan leader, can the broken sword spirit be repaired?”

The old man who claimed to be the leader of the twelve generation looked at him and looked at Zhichun again, as if he could see through Zhichun’s ins and outs: “The Sword Spirit of Fusheng… Alas, refining weapons is a dead end, why are people misused this? Issue, fool! But it is also a good thing for Fusheng sword spirit to not be so attached to the body of the instrument. The body of the instrument refined by you evil magic is too easy to break. If it were ordinary weapon spirits, they might have already been broken with the body of the instrument.”

Yan Qiushan pursed his lips nervously, and even Sheng Lingyuan raised his head slightly.

The twelfth generation patriarch thought for a moment and said, "Under the limitations of the laws of the Heavenly Dao, it is difficult for the spirit of the weapon to become a living spirit, but... it is not absolutely impossible."

Yan Qiushan: "I can give anything, even if I kill me..."

Zhichun was anxious: "Nonsense! You dare!"

The twelve generation patriarchs looked at them with emotion: "I didn't expect that my sinner clan would have such descendants... Alas, young people, although the rules of the Heavenly Dao cannot be violated, there is another rule called 'The Heaven is not a matter of nobility'. Tianyan Avenue can even open one side, let alone other ones? I'm not very proficient in these side doors, so if you don't rush to leave, you can go and read the classics of our clan."

Yanqiushan: "Please point me a way!"

"Did you see the mermaid clan leader above your head?" said the twelve generation patriarch. Several people looked in the direction of his fingers and found that he was pointing to the snow-white mermaid reliefs, with a unique one clustered among the many mermaids.

"Wait, what's wrong with that person C... the one he has legs, right?" Xuan Ji looked the best. He saw the "mermaid" in the middle sitting on the reef. His upper body was like other mermaids, as beautiful as an elf in mythology, but his lower body was two straight human legs, which naturally fell down. The reason why it was not conspicuous was that his "legs" were like fish tails and had scales.

His eyes were lowered, his hands were raised to his chest, his palms were facing up, holding a bead as big as a fist.

The twelve generation patriarch looked up at the statue of the mermaid. He couldn't see the expression clearly, as if he was a little bit of emotion, and said softly: "The Jinglou is in the pearl in the palm of the patriarch's palm."

Without saying a word, Yan Qiushan had already pinched a talisman that could send him up at his fingertips. Before he could tear it apart, Sheng Lingyuan and Xuan Ji, who were "integrated", pressed one shoulder by one and pressed it to the spot.

Yan Qiushan: "Senior, I..."

The ceremonial art on his body probably recognized his creator, obediently sank along Sheng Lingyuan's force, and held the master in place.
Chapter completed!