The whole sect is reborn

With such doubts in mind, Zhu Fu stood up and walked towards the transparent glass cabinets at the back.

Zhu Fu felt like an ignorant little mouse walking into the immortal's treasure house. Every step he took, he could see a spiritual weapon that the monks were extremely envious of.

At the beginning, those glazed cabinets contained some weapons, and later on there were some protective spiritual weapons, each with its own shape, and each one made people couldn't help but admire its sophistication.

These spiritual weapons, like the folding fan at the beginning, approached Zhu Fu very actively, without showing any repulsion.

At this time, looking at the blood-stained spiritual weapons, Zhu Fu suddenly understood the origin of these spiritual weapons.

This land is a battlefield between immortals and demons! The spiritual weapons that can stay here and are particularly close to me are those seniors of the Wuji Sect from a hundred thousand years ago, aren't they? However, aren't the inheritances of those seniors already in the hands of Master?

Is it in the Shuangqiu Sword? Why are there still here? The quantity is definitely not as good as the storage in the Shuangqiu Sword, but these are incredible reserves of spiritual weapons for a second-grade sect.

At this time, stroking the blood stains on the mountain and river fan, Zhu Fu couldn't help but show a sad expression of nostalgia. Perhaps it is because these spiritual weapons are the natal spiritual weapons of those seniors. If they do not fight until the last moment, those seniors

How could they give up the spiritual weapons in their hands?

"Stab it, sting it."

At this moment, the mountain and river fan in Zhu Fu's hand suddenly made a loud noise, and the next moment, a figure shaped like a lake appeared out of thin air two feet high in the air in front of Zhu Fu.

It was a female cultivator whose clothes were stained with war and blood stains all over her body. She was tall and slender, with a trace of smoke on her heroic face. She looked gray and slightly embarrassed. But none of this could hinder her.

This female nun has extremely bright eyes.

She held the spear in her hand and looked down at Zhu Fu, with a heroic smile on her face!

"Intruder! You have come to the last secret realm of the first sect, the Wuji Sect. This is the secret realm that stores some of the natal spiritual weapons of the Wuji Sect monks who died on the battlefield of immortals and demons. Each of them is a fine product in the world! In these spiritual weapons

After that, there are panaceas, spiritual stones and spiritual plants, everything the monks in the world want, everything is available here. Are you excited? Do you want it? I know you want it, but if you want to get these spiritual weapons, you must go through the system set up by the Wuji Sect.

It takes three tests..."

It was obvious that this was just a remnant of spiritual consciousness left by the Wuji Sect monks a hundred thousand years ago. After saying these extremely heroic words according to the setting, the heroic female cultivator's figure suddenly flashed, as if she was not very powerful.

That's enough.

At this time, Zhu Fu quickly stretched out his hand to help the unknown senior. The female cultivator suddenly let out a startled expression, and then appeared in front of Zhu Fu in a flash, almost face to face with her.

Opposite face.

The heroic female cultivator stared at Zhu Fu for several times in confusion, and the expression on her face became softer and softer. Her eyes turned red. The key is that this is just an afterimage, because she has been sleeping for so long.

, the energy is almost exhausted, and now the whole person is flashing and disappearing almost immediately.

"...No wonder they are so happy, it turns out they are descendants of my Wuji Sect."

Zhu Fu didn't know how they recognized that she was a descendant of the Wuji Sect, but she felt very happy to be able to make this senior happy.

"This junior is indeed a descendant of the Wuji Sect. Zhu Fu, a disciple of the Wuji Sect, has met my senior."

"No need to be polite..."

The female cultivator was about to reach out to support Zhu Fu, but that hand accidentally passed through Zhu Fu's body and could not touch her at all. The female cultivator was stunned for a moment, and then sighed in understanding.

"Yes, I died a long time ago, and all that is left here is a trace of my soul."

After saying that, seeing Zhu Fu showing a sad look, the female cultivator laughed generously and didn't care.

"Don't be sad, what's the point?! Everyone has to die. I can die on the battlefield, which is already the greatest luck! If I die inaction, that will be the biggest blow to me. In this life, I am most afraid

I live a mediocre life like a backwater, and I don’t have any regrets about this battle between immortals and demons! Those demons have to be said to be indeed powerful! But it’s this kind of opponent that makes it worth fighting to the death!”

"It's a pity, because my natural talent is to store items, and those brothers and sisters who are on the same battlefield as me have to let me pack up these spiritual weapons for them. Hey! Just because of this, I have to kill a lot less

Where are the demons? I’m still angry just thinking about it now!”

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Zhu Fu didn't know how to comfort her. After all, this senior's brothers and sisters had naturally passed away. They might even have passed away earlier than this senior.

Fortunately, this senior had a cheerful and informal temperament and had recovered from her sadness. She asked Zhu Fu curiously.

"What time is it now? Where are the demons? Where are the other brothers and sisters who are not on the same battlefield as me? Are they still alive? How is the Wuji Sect now? Have there been changes in the Jinyuan world? And..."

Listening to the female cultivator's various questions, Zhu Fu pursed her lips. She didn't know what to say. Do you want such a cultivator who has been waiting for a hundred thousand years to know about the people of the Wuji Sect a hundred thousand years ago?

The dead are dead, the missing are missing, and the current Wuji Sect is no longer the number one sect in the Jinyuan world? They, the Wuji Sect disciples, are still living with masks, fearing those who secretly

The surging undercurrent caught up with them. Do you want to tell the Wuji Sect monks that the current demon clan and the immortal monks are unexpectedly in a relatively close period?

You must know that this senior may die in the hands of the demons!

Zhu Fu still didn't know what to say, so he could only speak vaguely.

"We are all very good. My senior brothers and sisters take good care of me. Master is also very gentle to us. He often tells us about the various deeds of Wuji Sect back then. Senior, do you want to go out with me? Master and senior brothers and sisters must definitely

I really want to see you. They also want to know the details of the war that year..."

The female cultivator looked at Zhu Fu who changed the subject, was slightly startled, and then sighed very softly.

Time is like water flowing in the east, and it will never come back. Although she has been able to survive to this day in this secret realm, things will never remain the same. It seems that this young disciple is concealing some bad news.

.

The remnant soul of this Wuji Sect senior was already looming because he had been sleeping for too long, and now it is flickering because of excessive emotional fluctuations, like a faded picture, because too many years have passed.

, almost to pieces.