Chapter 447 High-Grade Magic Weapon

In the white secret space, the phantom of the old man whispered, and Zhang Qingyuan, who was in the outside world at the moment, was naturally ignorant.

At this time, he looked at the empty sky above the high platform.

An unremarkable void, without the slightest vision.

As if everything was just an illusion.

The shock in my heart never stopped.

Thoughts flowed.

"A gatekeeper, is he guarding something... And what kind of cultivation is that old man? It's just a remnant soul, but it can make me unable to resist at all..."

With the opponent's means of this level, he threw himself away with a wave of his hand, and by the way closed the opened channel without the slightest trace.

This made Zhang Qingyuan realize that,

If the other party does not agree, I am afraid that it is impossible to open the channel even if he uses that high-grade yellow rank breaking talisman.

"Great calamity, ancient inheritance... What does that senior mean?"

Inexplicably obtained a powerful ancient inheritance, Zhang Qingyuan did not have much excitement in his heart, instead, countless doubts emerged.

But no matter what,

At least that senior is at least friendly to him.

Otherwise, with the strength of the opponent, pinching yourself to death is as simple as pinching a bug.

If it wasn't for the consent of the other party, Zhang Qingyuan would never have the chance to enter that space and see the phantom of the old man.

And if there is no reaction from the spirit weapon Jianwan, and there is no formation-breaking talisman forcibly opening some gaps in that place, I am afraid that the other party will just keep watching everything indifferently, watching everything that happens in the outside world quietly in that space, no There will be the slightest movement.

perhaps,

It was because of some aspect of himself that attracted the attention of the other party!

Zhang Qingyuan couldn't help but fell into contemplation.

Eyes flicker.

"Forget it, it's useless to think too much. Maybe one day when I reach a higher level, I will have the opportunity to visit this senior again."

Zhang Qingyuan shook his head slightly.

Throw away all the thoughts in your mind.

Since that senior has closed the channel, he clearly expressed his attitude, and there is no need to continue to be shameless.

Take your mind back.

Zhang Qingyuan put his eyes back on the giant golden pillar on the high platform, and his eyes flickered slightly.

Take a step.

The figure flickered a few times and appeared on the high platform.

Indulge for a moment.

Reach out and place it on the golden pillar.

A cold and rough touch came from his hand, and there was only a vague aura of sharpness, as if there were countless densely packed knives that were about to pierce into the skin.

Zhang Qingyuan's expression did not change much.

hum!

A pale golden light began to surround the palm of the hand, and the next moment it oscillated, oscillating and diverging towards the outside world like a water wave.

The sword pill emitting a dazzling light slowly emerged between the palms.

at the same time,

As if there was some kind of unknown inductive connection, the golden giant pillar standing on the high platform did not know what happened at this moment, and suddenly became soft, as if it softened from an indestructible solid to a liquid.

The mysterious and simple lines gradually melted.

The gilt color reflects the bright flowing light.

Subsequently,

The sword pill in the palm of the hand rotates slowly, as if it has turned into a void vortex, and the huge golden substance turned into a fluid is circling and pouring into the sword pill like a liquid!

Just a breath of effort.

The huge golden pillar on the high platform was completely swallowed up.

No trace was left.

At this time,

The rays of light emanating from the sword pills are much brighter, the imposing aura of the people is more oppressive, and the void is faintly shaking.

"It's done!"

At this time, feeling the strong fluctuations from Jianwan itself, Zhang Qingyuan couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

The sword pill, which had suffered heavy damage, was further repaired.

The grade has already reached the level of a high-grade magic weapon!

This undoubtedly made Zhang Qingyuan extremely happy.

The level of the top-grade magic weapon, coupled with the characteristics of Jianwan itself, and the secret technique developed by himself, Zhang Qingyuan's strength has increased again at this time.

Now I am afraid that facing the cultivator of the seventh level of the True Yuan Realm, even if he does not have the ability to defeat the opponent, he can at least compete for one or two.

True Yuan Seventh Layer,

That is already a cultivator in the late stage of the True Yuan Realm.

This seems to be only the gap between the first-level cultivation level and the sixth-level of real essence, but in fact, the gap between them is not bad compared with the gap between the ninth-level peak of the spiritual realm and the first-level of the real yuan.

In the late stage of the True Yuan Realm, it is even a first layer.

Before that, don't look at Zhang Qingyuan relying on many methods to deal with the cultivator of the sixth level of the True Yuan Realm, just like drinking water to eat.

If you faced a monk at the seventh level of True Essence before,

All he could do was run away.

"Furthermore, after this sword pill was repaired again, it seemed that a trace of spirituality was born, and it was able to change the body."

Between joy,

Zhang Qingyuan thought about it.

It was seen that the whole body of Jianwan radiated golden light, and then it extended like a living body, and quickly turned into a golden long sword decorated with unknown primitive lines. The machine is reflected in the void, and the induced space is trembling slightly.

Just suspended in the void out of thin air,

That air machine is like cutting and smashing air!

He looked at the golden long sword in front of him.

Zhang Qingyuan pondered in his heart, and the touch of cleverness in the thought communication sword conveyed some kind of obscure thought.

The light of the long sword flickered for a moment.

I saw that the golden light began to gradually dissipate and gather, the sword body showed a cold light, enduring like autumn frost, and on the hilt was a dark golden dragon carving, giving people a boundless majesty.

"it is good!"

Even though there were already many surprises today, Zhang Qingyuan's face still showed an undisguised joy.

Kenmaru can transform into a long sword form.

In this way, I am afraid that the spiritual weapon Jianwan will not recognize it even if its parents come, let alone the monks who have only seen Jianwan's real body in the Linghai Sword Sect ruins.

No one can recognize its identity.

Then in the future, Zhang Qingyuan can use this powerful magic weapon openly and honestly, without worrying about any future troubles.

At the same time, Zhang Qingyuan can feel it, transforming into a long sword, does not affect the cultivation of his own sword.

This is the best.

Glancing around, seeing a few withered bones around the high platform, Zhang Qingyuan made a move, and invisible force grabbed the storage bags beside those withered bones.

After confirming that there was nothing of value around him, Zhang Qingyuan rode the sword light into the air and flew into the distance.

"I don't know where that guy Lin Yan has landed, and why he hasn't been seen... Forget it, that guy has his own business to do, and we'll talk about it when we meet him."

This trip has been very rewarding.

Zhang Qingyuan browsed in his mind the unknown ancient body refining remnant he had just acquired, while flying with his sword, thinking secretly in his heart.

It's just that he doesn't know.

In the empty space on the high platform, the phantom of the old man looked at the empty high platform, frowned, and felt a little speechless.

Continue to close your eyes.

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