Chapter 871: Stealing the Divine Weapon

The subsequent competitions were a bit dull, and some other righteous gods also realized that to show their strength after Wu Shengzun was undoubtedly slapping them in the face of these righteous gods.

So next, basically those gods who are more outstanding among the leaders of Tianshu, and their strength is not bad, will compete with those sword idiots from Yuheng Xinggong...

The sword idiot beat all the leaders of Tianshu without exception. Fortunately, the leaders didn't feel ashamed. Together, they can also boast to their disciples and grandchildren in the sect that they have fought against Yuheng.

Winning or losing is not so important anymore, it is already a great honor to be qualified and to go forward to discuss and communicate.

...

The first simple competition in Shenjiang ended successfully.

Both sides were relatively friendly, and there was no dispute that caused Xuan Geshen a headache.

Obviously, Yuheng has no distracting thoughts in his heart, he only seeks swordsmanship, and his desire to control disputes, interests, and Beidou Shenzhou is not as strong as he imagined. If it were Kaiyang...

Kaiyang has always been domineering and direct in his actions. Seeing that Yuheng's relationship with Yuheng is well managed, Xuan Ge is happy and worried about Kaiyang's problems.

Although Hua Chongsheng was the main receptionist at Kaiyang, but the host was Xuan Ge, Kaiyang would inevitably have some domineering behavior...

At the end of the competition, God Xuan Ge returned to her own shrine. She stayed up all night to catch the flower thief. Li Yunzi was reassuring as she also held the scene for herself, Xuan Ge, so that Xuan Ge would not be completely defeated in this competition, but she really had to be wary of what Xiangshen said.

Thinking of so many things piled up on him, Xuan Geshen felt a headache, and he didn't even have the energy to wash up, so he fell into a deep sleep after getting on the bed.

In the shrine, a maid in floral clothes was carrying a wooden basket of water to water the flowers in the garden.

Mi Rong came over and gave the maid a small look that said she was coming to talk.

The maid looked back at the exquisite and independent bedroom, and walked cautiously outside the flower wall in the courtyard.

"Sister Mi Rong, what's the matter?" the little maid asked.

"Has my God gone out?" Mi Rong asked.

"Go to sleep. My god hasn't closed his eyes very much these days. Last night, he lost his temper and spent a lot of divine thoughts. He fell asleep without taking a bath. Except for the important affairs of the temple, otherwise we can't disturb you." The little maid said.

"Oh, let me check the Xuangu weapon. I heard that the Xuangu weapon escaped last night and injured some farmers who were hunting in the mountain city." Mi Rong said.

"This servant doesn't know."

...

Mi Rong took Zhu Minglang into the Xuange Shrine.

Since Xuangu weapons are closely guarding Xuange, they will naturally not be too far away from Xuange.

Xuan Ge will be asleep now, and she should be too busy with various things to distract her these days, if Mi Rong sneaks people in like usual, Xuan Ge can easily wear a straight dress.

Of course, in order to shield Xuan Ge's secrets, Mi Rong specially consulted Zhisheng Zun Mi Qingqian before coming here.

Zhishengzun naturally regarded it as Zhu Minglang who wanted to stop God Mingmeng from stealing the treasure, so he suggested Mi Rong to check the Xuangu weapons at this time.

When you arrive at the Houshan Court, there are a series of elegant terraced mountains. There are falling springs and colorful pools in each of the terraced mountains. The shrine of Xuange God is actually built in this beautiful and vivid colorful stream, extending downwards. There is a more gorgeous and beautiful colored sand pool.

Xuangu weapons are buried in the seven-color sand of these colorful streams, and they are basically sealed on weekdays, but every night, when the eclipse stars are dark, all the gods are the weakest deterrent to the darkness, and the dark atmosphere is strong. Special weapons stained with the blood of some mysterious ancient giants will begin to absorb these uneasy factors.

Over time, these mysterious ancient weapons began to become weird, fierce, and evil, and more than half of them were already unfit for the role of guardian Xuan Ge god.

As usual, Mi Rong used the Xingyue glaze essence to raise those clean ancient weapons.

Zhu Minglang, on the other hand, planned to take away all the Xuangu weapons that had been infected by the darkness.

Originally, Zhu Minglang planned to let Ye Niangniang come out to expel those dark spirit masters for himself, but after Ye Niangniang knew that this was Xuan Ge's shrine, she would rather bite her tongue and kill herself than come out.

Zhu Minglang was very helpless, so he had to let Yan Wanglong intimidate those dark spirit masters, but Mi Rong stopped Zhu Minglang from this behavior, and told Zhu Minglang that if he summoned Yan Wanglong, Xuange God would definitely wake up.

"I can only wash one by one with my own hands. I wish my brother take your time and don't rush." ​​Mi Rong said.

"Okay, I will wipe out the dark souls in the Xuangu weapon one by one," Zhu Minglang said.

The dark spirit lords brewed from these mysterious ancient weapons are at most called the remnant souls of weapons, and they still have a long way to go before they can evolve into spirits of weapons.

However, because they have already developed certain emotions and even some obsessions, if the Sword Spirit Dragon wants to devour them, it must first defeat this obsession with remnant souls.

This process can be completed peacefully, just put the blade of the sword spirit dragon on the edge of the weapon, and the spirit of the weapon and the remnant soul will enter into a mirage-like battlefield to fight.

Washing the ancient weapons infected by the darkness will actually annihilate the spirituality and power of the ancient weapons themselves, but the sword spirit dragon is equivalent to the predator in the spirit of the weapon, and they don't need their spirituality and power. Your own stomach will do.

Just like cows, although they are alive and able to plow, open fields, and work diligently throughout their lives, it does not prevent them from being delicious on the table. What's more, these mysterious ancient weapons are not diligent after being infected by darkness. Will run out in the middle of the night to hurt people, it's a bull, a mad cow!

The sword spirit dragon has a high level and high fate. Some remnant souls in the ancient weapons see the sword spirit dragon's fairy sword deity, and they basically surrender, willing to sacrifice, and become part of the sword spirit dragon's sword soul nest.

But there will also be temper tantrums.

Zhu Minglang lightly touched the tip of the blade, and his whole body spun instantly, and the surroundings were rendered like fog paintings. He was in an ancient battlefield. The sky on the battlefield was extremely dark, and lightning flashed. Thunder, torrential rain, wave after wave of people fighting in the black battlefield, blood gathered into hundreds of rivers, densely distributed in the black battlefield land...

One of the magic weapons is still dazzling in the thunder and lightning. When it is swung, the rainstorm tilts, and the earth swells. When it chops, the thunder dances, the sky and the earth tremble, and the mysterious ancient giant holding it...

"All right, all right, don't mention how brave you were back then. I know you are awesome. You used to be very brilliant, but now I only give you two choices. You are willing to rise and fall with my sword fairy dragon, or be beaten up by my sword fairy dragon, no Reluctantly being devoured by my Sword Immortal Dragon!"

Every mysterious ancient weapon comes to a virtual mirage, when will I be able to accept all these mysterious ancient weapons?

I know you all have stories and they must be earth-shattering, but I didn't ask you to start your show!

The attitude shown by Zhu Minglang aroused intense dissatisfaction with Xuan Gu Weapon!

"Mo Xie, focus on your hands, we are in a hurry, while God Xuan Ge is sleeping soundly..." Zhu Minglang said to Jian Linglong.

Fortunately, Li Yunzi prepared sixteen ancient swords for herself in advance, which greatly increased the cultivation of Sword Spirit Dragon, otherwise Zhu Minglang wouldn't be so stubborn in the face of these ancient weapons infected by darkness!

The Sword Spirit Dragon was fighting fiercely with those mysterious ancient weapons in those virtual mirage battlefields, while Zhu Minglang was like a hard-working garden nurse, digging pond by pond, digging out these rogue mysterious ancient weapons , and then wash them one by one. From time to time, Zhu Minglang would also take a look at the beautiful bedroom in Caijian. Sharing, Zhu Minglang would share some of the sweet potato roasts he stole before, so that Zhu Xuehen became his accomplice, and if something happened, Zhu Xuehen would take care of it.

While digging out ancient weapons, I miss the boring but fun life in the past.

I used to think that Yaoshan Sword Sect was the most powerful sword sect in the whole world, as long as I learned the sword technique here, I would be invincible in the world, but I didn't expect there is such a Yuheng Xinggong.

I used to think that Zhu Xuehen and the eldest princess of the royal family were the most beautiful women, but I didn't expect that there are so many beauties in the world. I only hate myself for being a principled scumbag, weak in three thousand, just take one scoop, that's the one I choose bigger.

A radish, a pit, a color pool and a weapon, Zhu Minglang worked hard, exposed to the sun for three poles, and did not feel tired at all. Occasionally he stood up, wiped the sweat from the same forehead, and glanced at the direction of the bedroom from time to time to make sure that he would not be disturbed. To the sleeping beauty Xuan Ge...

Can't think of it.

I wish Minglang is in your yard!

As punishment for disturbing this god's bath last night, you accept these ancient weapons yourself!

...

The afternoon sun was particularly soft, without a trace of heat, but rather warm in the cool climate.

Xuan Ge woke up in a little nightmare. For some reason, she dreamed that the flower thief broke into her shrine.

Normally, she could immediately tell whether it was a dream or a premonition, but she was indeed in a trance, and suddenly she slept like this for a morning and noon, and she became confused instead.

There was still a sticky feeling on his body that had been forcibly evaporated from the wetness last night, and Xuan Ge remembered that he fell asleep without taking a bath.

He casually found a hairpin, coiled the hair on his buttocks, Xuan Ge pushed open the cloud window, and stepped barefoot into the colored sand pool outside the house, the clothes on his body also followed her smooth The fragrant shoulders scattered to the wooden stack behind him...