Chapter 947 Gourd, Breaking the Ban

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Let's say that Zhang used the most clumsy means to figure out the formation of the Five Elements Spirit Gathering Formation, memorized it firmly in his mind, put away all the Five Elements Beads, and then flew to the side of the green gourd. , the green gourd is not big, but it is wider than the ordinary ones. The surface of the gourd is glowing with green brilliance. As far as the eye can see, there is a layer of faint light flowing on the gourd, and there is a layer of light flowing through it. There are a lot of tadpole-shaped talismans that appear and disappear.

When Zhang's consciousness passed by, the gourd was different from what he saw. There was only a slight movement of vitality that was different from ordinary magic weapons. There seemed to be nothing strange about it.

Seeing this, Zhang was even more happy. He now has a lot of magic weapons in his hands. He has gradually learned that the more vitality is inactive, the more powerful the magic weapon is. Among other things, it is the bracelet on his left arm. , but there is not even the slightest movement of vitality.

Thinking about it, Zhang reached out and grabbed the green gourd.

When Zhang's hand just grabbed the green gourd, a burst of green light flashed past, blocking his hand and preventing him from getting any closer.

"Alas" Zhang sighed, but there was no trace of disappointment on his face. He had known such a result, and it would be strange if there were no severe restrictions on such an important thing.

In addition, Zhang also knows that this restriction cannot be broken by him now. If he wants to forcefully break the restriction, he can only use the nameless flow on his left arm. However, he is now within the restriction and has to rely on this flow. Get away, how can you waste money here?

Looking at the green gourd with some reluctance, he swung his body towards the restriction above his head. When he took Zhumeng out, a weak flow was injected into it, only breaking the first three layers of restrictions, and the fourth layer However, the layer of restrictions blocked Zhumeng.

"Bad"'s face has changed. Needless to say, the flow of thoughts in the mysterious place is already lacking and is not enough to break the remaining fifteen levels of restrictions.

"What should we do?" Zhang stopped. Zhumeng was stuck on the restriction and did not dare to wave anymore.

Zhang has never known the origin of this mysterious flow in his left arm. He only knows that it can appear when performing the nameless sword technique. Breaking the restriction is always beneficial. This is Zhang's reliance. Unfortunately, this flow is not limited to himself. It is a result of cultivation. It comes inexplicably and goes away inexplicably. Now that I am trapped in a restriction, I can only rely on this flow to escape. Seeing that the flow is about to dry up, I feel impatient.

Looking at the restrictions in the sky above his head, Zhang's brows almost condensed into knots. Seeing that the restrictions that had just been broken began to close again, he unconsciously turned his gaze to the green gourd.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang gritted his teeth.

That is to say, Zhu Meng was released from the restraint, turned back to the front of the gourd, checked it again with his spiritual consciousness, and then swung his sword to stab the gourd.

With a sound of "brush", it was like a stone being thrown into a pond. A ripple appeared from the surface of the gourd, and then a black gap flashed through the space on the surface of the gourd. At this time, the face changed drastically, and that The flow has stopped flowing from the mysterious place, and only some of it is flowing into the dream.

After pinching the magic formula with his hand, Zhang immediately circled the gourd, and Zhumeng's sword tip also circled the gourd, drawing a fine black line on it. After doing this, the flow in Zhang's left hand had dried up. There is only a little flow left in the dream

Sigh. Zhang just put Zhu Meng in his arms and watched the changes in the gourd.

I saw that the black line drawn by Zhu Meng first expanded, then shrank, and gradually seemed to be healing. Zhang felt his heart sink when he saw it. However, when the black line shrinks to a certain extent, it cannot change anymore. After a while, it suddenly expands, and this expansion is uncontrollable. It is like burning oil paper, and it rolls back with a "swish", and the whole The void next to the gourd was ignited, and a burst of brilliance flashed through again, revealing another green gourd that was the same as before.

The expression on Zhang's face alternated between joy and worry. Only when the situation stabilized did he tentatively stretch out his hand again. Sure enough, until he held the gourd in his hand, he didn't see any more restraints blocking him.

The gourd's waist is very slender and can be held in one hand, and its tentacles are also delicate and somewhat warm.

Zhang tentatively took it with force, but the gourd didn't move at all. Then he applied a little more strength, and the gourd still didn't move. This was not Zhang's expectation. He only saw that his expression remained motionless, and his right arm lifted all the The strength is just to pick up the gourd...

I saw the gourd swaying twice, and it seemed to weigh tens of thousands of pounds.

This time, Zhang's eyes showed solemnity. He didn't expect that this mere gourd was so heavy.

So, Zhang stretched out his hands, held the middle part of the entire gourd, and shouted "Get up!"

Zhang's strength has been increasing since his bone quenching. Even he may not know how much strength his arms have at this time, but even with such strength, he can only barely move the gourd from its original position. Move it out until it is more than a foot away

"This..." Zhang said with some misery: "Such a heavy gourd, even the Prajna Epee can't compare with it. How can I hold it like this?"

Just as he was thinking about it, there was an obscure movement on the gourd in his consciousness. Zhang's brows jumped, and he locked his consciousness on the gourd and tried to put it into his purse. "Huh?" It was beyond Zhang's expectation again. The gourd disappeared so easily

He opened his eyebrows and smiled: "The Immortal Way is really powerful. It is really wonderful to be able to put such a heavy thing into the purse. Oh, by the way, then why can't I put in my Prajna Heavy Sword?"

However, at this moment, Zhang couldn't think any more, and suddenly he heard a crisp "click" and "click" sound above his head, as if something was broken. When Zhang looked up, no, the whole light green color... Just like the restraint of the clear sky, the feature films are now brittle, and the cracks are ringing with each other and stretching into the distance.

Immediately, there was a "wow" sound, and the entire restriction was annihilated, and then there was a muffled "whew" sound, and a powerful air flow was shot from top to bottom.

It was only then that Zhang realized what was going on and was shocked: "Could it be that this mountain peak is about to collapse?"

Sure enough, with the sound above the head, endless rocks, soil, and jade stones all came crashing down.

"Ouch, my yùmarrow" Zhang panicked and did not forget the purpose of coming down to the yùmei mine. He shouted and pinched the magic formula and rushed straight towards the swaying five-color yùmarrow.

The endless rocks were photographed and filled up the entire dragon vein. Although Zhang Tudun was not afraid, the downward pressure and upward squeezing force made him quite uncomfortable. He reluctantly With the Earth Release, he even sacrificed the Red Spirit Guard to protect himself. What made Zhang Liao feel proud was that his hard work was not in vain, and the colorful essence slipped from his side. , the consciousness passed by, filling the already empty belt to the full.

At this time, far away in the Moqiu Palace of Yixiang Peak, inside a green coffin, the body of Master Jinggang was lying quietly. Surrounded by Master Jingyi, Master Jingfan, and Master Xuezhen As well as some elders of the Incense Cult, they all stood there with serious expressions and sad faces. Peacock, Chen Chen and Yu Yan stood a little further away, with horror in their eyes and kept silent.

"Elders, Senior Sister's body was discovered by mountain patrol disciples in a secluded place in Jinghai Lake a few days ago..." Master Jingyi's face was gloomy, she opened and closed her mouth and looked at several elders. Said: "Senior Sister's fatal wound is a sword to the throat. From back to front, one sword is fatal."

Everyone was horrified. Master Jingfan frowned and said, "Master, there is something fishy about this matter."

"What's the explanation?" Seeing Master Jinggang's dead expression, Master Jingyi asked with some heartache.

"Great Elder...hasn't she been in seclusion in Ruijin Palace? I haven't seen her come down the mountain, so why...she ran to Jinghai Lake?"

"Furthermore, the leader should know better than us about the great elder's martial arts. Let's not talk about martial arts for now. Even if he received the inheritance back then, he would have already entered the immortal world. Even in the entire world, there are still a few great elders. opponent?"

"Also, the Great Elder's wound is also strange. How come it was stabbed from behind? Could it be that someone close to the Great Elder... did it suddenly?"

Speaking of this, Master Xuezhen suddenly asked: "Where are the disciples of the great elder? Have you found that Yue Zhuoqun?"

"Master, there is no news yet." Yuyan from behind said: "Furthermore... the great elder's eldest disciple Xi Mujun left the mountain to practice a month ago, but there is no news. The disciple has already gone out to look for him with the disciples of Ruijin Palace."

"Someone close to me...this..." an elder whispered.

"No~" After hearing this, Master Jingyi shook her head and said, "This matter has nothing to do with Xi Mujun..."

Then he pointed the sword at Master Jinggang's throat and said, "Sister, this fatal sword blow, although it is a sword wound, is different from ordinary sword wounds."

"If this sect's prediction is correct, he should have been injured by the flying sword of the Immortal Dao."

"Immortal way? Flying sword??" Everyone was even more surprised when they heard this.

"The disciples who patrolled the mountain found the remains of the senior sister. There was only a long sword beside him. Even in the scratched skirt, there were only a few yù talismans. Other... self-defense weapons... were also missing from our sect. I looked at the place where the senior sister usually practices, and there are several magical weapons she had in hand. I don’t know what magical weapons she took down the mountain. However, these magical weapons were not discovered by the disciples patrolling the mountain. It was taken away by the person who killed Senior Sister.”

"Could it be...that person from Huanxu?" Master Xuezhen guessed.

"No, the senior in Huanxu has a high level of cultivation. He even saved Xia Qing and others. He has a close connection with our Incense Cult. He will not attack the senior sister for nothing..."

"Then...the only one who comes in is Xizuo."

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