Miss Eight Series Summoner

"And the charm is the kind you practiced by Fengxi, it is only made to enhance the attack effect, and it does not have the effect of sealing."

"Then according to what you said, these charms painted on this door are meant to seal the resentful spirit sword?" Feng Xi pondered for a while, looking at Bailigu Youxue and asked.

"That's right." Bailigu Youxue returned to the place where she stood. "When the stone platform was separated, there was a little black gas at the entrance of the cave. Those are the resentment leaking from the resentful spirit sword.

"Then let's go in and get the resentful spirit sword now." Feng Jiu suggested, and he was ready to push the Zhumen after he finished speaking.

"But according to my observations, this talisman on the Zhumen seems to have been damaged." Bailigu Youxue's light and fluttering sentence successfully stopped Feng Jiu's movements.

Feng Xi's brow furrowed deeper, looking at the Zhumen in front of him, and biting her lower lip.

"I'm just guessing. After all, Talisman is an ancient thing, and now the mainland has been lost. I have also seen a book introducing Talisman, and I only know a little about Talisman."

"No matter what, you should go in and take a look." Jin Jiaye noticed that Feng Xi was wrong, and smoothed Feng Xi's frowning eyebrows with his hand, and a gentle low voice sounded.

"Yes, we should go in and take a look, after all, we are here." Feng Jiuyi stroked his palms and agreed with Jin Jiaye's words with both hands.

Feng Xi also nodded, gave Jin Jiaye a smile that made him feel at ease, and Jin Jiaye walked to the Zhumen, stretched out their hands to transport the elements of the whole body, and the four together cast spells towards the Zhumen.

Under the urging of Feng Xi and the others, the Zhumen slowly opened. With a dull voice slowly falling, the scene behind the Zhumen was completely presented to Fengxi and their eyes.

Inside the Zhumen was an empty hall. Fengxi and Jin Jiaye first walked in. The interior was decorated with magnificent magnificence, but it was covered with dust. Only the road from Zhumen to the center of the hall was spotless.

"Why is the road from here to the middle of Dudu clean?" Feng Xi touched her chin with her right hand, thinking quietly.

"Xier, look, is it the resentful spirit sword?" Jin Jiaye didn't answer Feng Xi's question, but pointed to a sword on the golden seat in the center of the hall, turned his head and looked at Feng Xi. .

Hearing this, Feng Xi immediately raised his head and looked at the place that Jin Jiaye pointed to. As expected, as Jin Jiaye said, there was indeed a sword in the center of the hall.

The whole body of the sword was black and gold, and the blade was thick and plain, extremely sharp, and there was a faint feeling of red liquid flowing.

The hilt of the sword is golden, but the place where it is held in the middle is a little dark. It can be seen that the sword has been used for a long time.

This sword was suspended in mid-air, bound by three iron chains, and a blazing fire was burning below it, making the whole hall not as wet as outside.

"That sword...it should be the sword of resentment spirits. I saw the sword sealed like that for the first time." When Feng Jiu saw this sword, his whole body was stunned and couldn't speak like that. As fluent as usual.

In fact, it cannot be said that Feng Jiu is short-sighted, but the sword of resentment was once a fierce sword in ancient times. There are countless souls who died under this sword. Therefore, the resentment of this sword is especially strong and it will be sealed. it's here.