Chapter 1132 Eight Immortals Bureau (3)
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"Sister, without the blood of Chunyang, how would you break the Eight Immortals and take Huo Wendong's head?"
Xiaoqian looked at the bureau in front of him and asked.
"It can only be replaced with cinnabar! Although the effect of cinnabar is not as good as that of the boy's pure yang blood, at least it has a certain function."
Yang Zimei originally planned to use her fingers to make a sword to break the formation.
Now I use cinnabar, so I will use a copper coin sword instead!
She never liked the use of copper coin swords, which Taoists often used to pretend to exorcise evil spirits. She always felt that she was a girl holding a copper coin sword, which was a very clumsy and grotesque thing.
However, this is something that Taoist Xuanmen must bring, so she also put a Qiankun sword into the storage ring to facilitate emergency.
Taking out the copper coin sword, his wrist shook a few times.
The copper coins on the sword creaked, and with the eyes of the sky, I could vaguely see circles of light circles ejected from the copper coin sword, and the yin and evil energy around it immediately decreased a bit.
With one hundred and eight ancient copper coins, they were all carefully selected by her, and they themselves had the effect of exorcising evil spirits. If she used magic to make copper coins and swords, the effect could be imagined.
"Sister, hehe, you are almost wearing a Taoist robe!"
Xiaoqian laughed when she saw that she was shaking the copper money sword.
Hearing him talking about the priest's robe, Yang Zimei's mind unconsciously wanted to go up the mountain at the age of five. When he saw the shabby blue Taoist robe worn by the master in the Taoist temple, his eyes felt wet.
The fact that Master has been missing for so many days has not diminished her longing for him.
Because she's been busy all the time, she doesn't have much time to miss her, but when she thinks about it occasionally, her heart is like being stabbed by a needle.
She looked at the copper coin sword and recalled how the master patiently taught her to weave the copper coin sword that day.
At that time, it wasn't that she couldn't remember the master's request to make swords, but she didn't have the patience to make up more than one hundred copper coins one by one, and every time she made up, she had to chant a spell, which was really annoying. Also cut corners.
After being discovered by the master, the master also hit her small palm with a ruler, and solemnly warned her that a magic weapon played a key role in breaking the formation.
If there is a flaw in the magic weapon, it will directly affect the effect of breaking the formation, resulting in failure, and the consequences are very serious.
This was the only time Master had beaten her, and it was not light!
Therefore, she felt particularly wronged and deeply impressed, and she no longer dared to do things carelessly.
This copper coin sword was originally intended to be used by her uncle Yu Zhenzi.
Master Yuqing usually has the best instrument, whisk, and does not need a copper coin sword.
The uncle's mana is not high, and he often likes to hunt ghosts, so she carefully compiled this copper coin sword for him to use everywhere.
Who knows, before the copper coin sword was compiled, the uncle passed away...
Thinking that his uncle died because of him, Yang Zimei couldn't hold back the tears any longer, and her eyes filled with tears.
"Master, Master Uncle—"
Yang Zimei stroked the copper coin sword with her fingers and gently called out to the two elders she most respected.
Looking up again, through the hazy teary eyes, I found a head on the table in front of me that looked very much like a master's head, and was splitting a familiar, innocent-looking smile towards her.
"Uncle Master?"
Her heart was startled, like being scratched with a blade.
Looking to the side unconsciously, the head on the other table was actually Master's.
The familiar Taoist priest with his hair in a bun, his kind face, and his gentle eyes are looking at her quietly.
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