The whole sect is reborn

When these demonic energies gathered together, Ling Jun's thousands of people suddenly felt that there was a howling of ghosts and wolves all around them, as if they had arrived in purgatory for an instant.

At the same time, there was a clicking sound inside the entire Wanjing Maze. The cracks opened by Wan Qi'an himself were also gradually healing.

For a time, all the beings in the Labyrinth of Ten Thousand Mirrors emitted a faint light, but they complemented each other, and finally converged into a huge halo, and then injected into both sides of the crack, and the speed of the crack's healing suddenly accelerated a lot.

This labyrinth of thousands of mirrors is constantly healing itself?

Looking at the scene in front of them, several people paused and did not choose to leave. Not only because Xiao Qi was still absorbing the demonic energy of the Ten Thousand Mirrors Maze, but also, before the elder Mo Shi woke up, they were cultivating in the Ten Thousand Mirrors Maze.

, is a good thing. And they also need to shape Mo Shi’s Liuli people better. Before that, there is no need to leave.

At this time, Zhu Fu was absorbing the demonic energy from the entire Labyrinth of Ten Thousand Mirrors. After feeling the continuous flow of demonic energy, the demon blood in his body suddenly boiled with excitement. Zhu Fu also felt that he seemed to be experiencing a long drought.

, greedily absorbing the surrounding demonic energy.

Several members of the Wuji Sect looked at the gradually healing Maze of Ten Thousand Mirrors, and then found a position to guard Xiao Qi and absorb the evil energy.

At this time, Ling Junqian remembered what Mo Shi said before his puppet was broken.

That sword!

This sentence must not have been said to Wan Qian'an, and the only sword worthy of Mo Shi's mention is the one Mo Shi mentioned before, the sword of the leader of the Wuji Sect - Shuang Qiu.

Thinking of this, Ling Junqian took Shuangqiu out and looked at it carefully, trying to find something strange. But he searched several times and found nothing unusual.

At this time, Yun Guiyue and others also came over to watch the fun. They had not been interested in the sword before, so they had never looked at it carefully. But now they remembered what Mo Shi said before, and they all went over to look at it carefully.

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This spiritual sword is completely transparent, with only a faint silver line in the middle of the blade. Under the sun, this special spiritual sword is almost glowing. But in fact, it is just the reflection of the spiritual sword.

It's just sunlight. Even the hilt is made of the same transparent material, giving it a unique aesthetic.

This is the sword of the leader of the Wuji Sect, Shuangqiu.

From the appearance, this sword actually does not match the leader of the sect. To be disrespectful, it looks a little, a little too fragile.

At this time, Yun Guiyue walked back and forth around the spiritual sword. She had read so many novels before, and she didn't believe that Mo Shi would just say that sentence. So she read it carefully for a long time, and finally discovered something

A different place.

"Master, look at the end of this thin line. Is there a small dot?"

Hearing this, everyone jumped to take a look, but the so-called little dot on the tip of the sword must have been accidentally damaged when it was used before, right?

But after finally finding some clues, no one wanted to give up. Maybe what Xiaoliu said was right? So everyone came up with their own methods, and even Yun Guiyue pricked his finger and wiped it on the blade of the sword, but there was no trace of it.

reaction.

Seeing everyone's disdainful gazes, Yun Guiyue blushed a little. Isn't this a common scene in novels in the past? It's not about recognizing a relative by shedding blood, but recognizing a master by dripping blood!

"If it's true as you said, then Shuangqiu has stabbed countless people with his sword. Can those people make Shuangqiu recognize him as his master?"

"It seems so..."

Yun Guiyue suddenly felt a little embarrassed. At this time, Ling Junqian seemed to have remembered something, and raised the Shuangqiu Sword with a solemn expression.

"My dear ancestors, the 139th generation leader Ling Junqian has met Senior Shuangqiu."

After saying it loudly three times in a row, Ling Junqian finally shut up. Just when Yun Guiyue and the others thought it was useless, Shuangqiu Sword suddenly burst into glory, and the bright halo almost made several Wuji Sect disciples feel eyesore.

But at the next moment, Ling Junqian felt his eyes blur, and then his whole body seemed to be immersed in an unknown place. When Ling Junqian opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that he was in a vast and boundless space. And

In front of him were treasure mountains one after another.

It is really a treasure mountain. Even Ling Junqian, who has been reborn once, has to admit that he has never seen so many treasures. Even though he has visited several unexploited secret realms before, the resources obtained there plus Bai

The gifts given by the Yao couple are not as many as the mountain of treasures here!

These treasure mountains seem to have been thrown up randomly by someone in a hurry, so they look a bit messy and even hard to get down.

But these are only the treasure mountains closest to Ling Junqian. In the open space further ahead, there are neatly arranged round platforms that are not visible, and the treasures piled on them are all arranged in regular order. Not only

There are mines of spiritual minerals and materials, as well as many elixirs and spiritual weapons, array formations, talisman and seal books...

All the imaginable and unimaginable treasures are there. Ling Junqian even saw a familiar swordsmanship book on one of the round tables.

It was the "Heart-Piercing Thousand Blades" he had just used!

Before this, Ling Junqian thought that the classics passed down by the Wuji Sect were rich enough to allow him to practice to the end. But only now did he realize that the magic books he had read before were only a small part of them, like a drop in the ocean.

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Among these vast treasures of classics, Ling Junqian was like an ant entering a mountain of treasures without realizing it, deeply feeling his own weakness.

Because those books on spiritual weapons and spells all exude a powerful aura. Some of them are so close that they even collide with each other, emitting bursts of aura with astonishing force!

But in front of this scene that everyone could not help but feel their hearts pounding with excitement once they saw it with their own eyes, Ling Junqian felt a sore nose and almost shed tears. Because he saw the souls on the treasure mountain piled up haphazardly.

There were some blood stains on the vessels, and the whining sounds coming from the spiritual vessels.

There is no doubt that these treasures that were later piled up into a huge mountain were all sent in by the predecessors of the Wuji Sect who died generously a hundred thousand years ago when they died.

Perhaps he was unwilling to let the natal spiritual weapon that had been with him all his life die with him. But as the natal spiritual weapon, the master was dead, and the mourning emanating from these high-level spiritual weapons, the patriarchal treasure, almost made Ling

Jun Qian burst into tears.

Looking at these spiritual weapons, Ling Junqian can imagine how much the ancestors of the Wuji Sect paid for that natural and man-made disaster!

Wuji Sect, Wuji Sect!

It was such a great era, what a noble group of monks it was, and it was a light in the great world of Jinyuan...

He has never been so confirmed, and Ling Junqian has never regretted that he is a disciple of the Wuji Sect.