Wuhun Lingzhu starting from Douluo

Chapter 263 Location and Magic Weapon

Thirty-six seats.

There are five rows in total, the first row has three positions, the second row has six, and the remaining three rows have nine positions.

I didn't hesitate on the weekend and went directly to the middle seat of the first row and sat down.

Following closely behind were the young Taoist who practiced thunder and the sword cultivator.

The speed of the two was a little slower than that of the weekend. After reaching the top floor, they took a look at the weekend.

He first occupied the remaining two positions at the front, and then looked sharply towards the weekend.

Just when the two of them were trying to grab the weekend's position, the woman who came a step late stood behind the weekend.

"Taoist Priest! Can you give up your position to me?"

A crisp voice sounded from behind, carrying the fragrant smell of a woman, coming from the right ear.

A warm little hand was placed on Zhou Xing's left shoulder, a soft feeling pressed against his back.

It's the woman who practices the five poisons.

Weekend frowned slightly and said calmly: "Yes! As long as you promise me."

As he spoke, Zhou Zhou raised his hand and flicked the palm on his left shoulder away, and by the way, a touch of colorful aura came out.

"You can't use force here, you should know that!"

"Okay then! I thought you would show mercy and just give it to me?"

The woman chuckled and said, grabbing the colorful aura with her hand.

Although there was a smile on his face, there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

The poisonous mist that was so concealed by me was discovered in an instant and expelled easily.

This guy is not simple.

Weekend stood up, turned into a sword light again, and thought about rushing away a thousand meters away.

The woman also followed closely, leaving behind the Leifa Taoist priest and the sword cultivator sitting on both sides.

At this time, only the four of them were able to board the top platform.

The most others could get to the second platform, and there were only two of them.

By the time they reached the second platform, they were already very reluctant. It seemed like that was their limit.

"Brother Zhang, who do you think will win between the two of them?" The swordsman looked at the weekend in the distance and suddenly asked.

Both of them are geniuses in the big sect and are very familiar with each other.

It's not like Weekend. He is obviously a big-time person, but he stays at home like a homebody, focusing on improving his strength and having very little communication with the outside world.

"Although Miao Lingxue is slightly weaker than the three of us in terms of cultivation, his methods are very tricky and he will never be weaker than the three of us."

After Zhang Lingyun said this, he turned around and glanced at Wang Qingyun beside him.

That's the sword cultivator, his name is Wang Qingyun.

From just now, his eyes have been fixed on Zhou Xie. Could this person be a sword cultivator?

"Do you think Miao Lingxue has a better chance of winning?" Wang Qingyun raised his eyebrows and said.

"No, she can't beat the weekend." Zhang Lingyun shook his head and said.

"Oh, why?" Wang Qingyun had some doubts.

Although there is a large faction behind him, not to mention compared to Xuanxin Mountain behind him, it is even a little weaker than Liulin Dao.

The news I got was naturally a bit different.

"About ten years ago! I successfully refined the semi-finished product of that magic weapon over the weekend." Zhang Lingyun said lightly.

Wang Qingyun was stunned for a moment, then realized and said in surprise: "White Bones Hundred Ghost Banner?"

"right!"

Wang Qingyun took a breath of air. Although this magic weapon was very special, its initial strength was also very poor.

But a magic weapon is a magic weapon. It provides combat power that can far exceed one's own realm.

What's more, it has been ten years now, and that half-finished magic weapon may have become a finished product.

If this is the case, but in terms of combat effectiveness, except for Zhang Lingyun who practices thunder magic, he can ignore this magic weapon to a certain extent.

Others may have their chances of winning reduced by at least 30%.

Especially for an indomitable swordsman like him, he is most likely to be exhausted when faced with the Yin soldiers that can be constantly resurrected.

"It seems that the winner will be the weekend." Wang Qingyun nodded in agreement and said.

At this moment, a scene appeared that stunned the two of them.

"Gourd? He has a second magic weapon!" The two whispered in surprise.

Following the gazes of the two people, they were thousands of meters away.

The weekend was floating in the air, and a gourd as red as jade floated beside me.

The gourd was crystal clear, like jade, and the bright red color seemed to be filled with blood.

The open mouth wildly absorbs the colorful poisonous gases spreading between heaven and earth.

Miao Lingxue stared at this scene with wide eyes, then she clenched her teeth and spit out five big characters.

"Five Poison Blood Gourd!"

"You actually have this magic weapon." Miao Lingxue said through gritted teeth.

This magic weapon restrained her very much, and it was one of the several spells and magic weapons that the ancestor of the family specially told her to pay attention to.

What she practices is the poisonous Gu sect, which can be regarded as blood and meat toxins, and her main specialty is the five poisonous Gu insects.

These two points are just restrained by this gourd, and the five poisons and flesh and blood are restrained to death.

The toxins can be easily absorbed with the Five Poison Blood Gourd, and the blood spat out by the Five Poison Blood Gourd can melt all her poisonous poisonous insects.

In this case, how can she fight?

What happened over the next weekend not only made her grit her teeth, but also made her feel a little desperate.

"Not only do I have the Five Poison Blood Gourd, I also have a second magic weapon." Weekend sneered.

As he spoke, a faint blue light shone from Zhou Xing's body.

White bones and a hundred ghost flags grow in the wind.

Exudes powerful power.

The power was far stronger than anyone present except the nine real souls.

Even the nine immortal souls opened their eyes and glanced at the White Bone Hundred Ghost Banner.

"What a powerful magic weapon!" A beautiful woman said with a flash of surprise in her eyes.

The strange young man next to her nodded. The magic weapon in front of her was stronger than any magic weapon she had seen in more than 80 years.

I'm afraid only those major sects have magic weapons stronger than this!

"The bones of the skull are as gentle as jade and full of spirituality, and the flag surface contains a complete soul lock, completely integrating the Yin General."

Master Xuanyang, who was sitting at the top, had a flash of light in his eyes, revealing a lot of information in just a few words.

"At such a young age, he was able to modify the refining method of the magic weapon. What a genius!" An old man with a beard next to Master Xuanyang was also observing the magic weapon.

"Although the overall situation has not changed, using clever methods to completely transform the transmission, the difficulty is not as simple as completely revising the magic weapon refining method. He is indeed a genius!" Another short-bearded old man nodded and said.

"It's a pity that we are not from Xuanxin Mountain." The two old men sighed together and said.

"You two old guys, when you see a genius look like this, it seems like you are the only one in the world who can cultivate him well at Xuanxinshan."

Master Xuanyang looked at his two old friends helplessly and said with a smile.

"Oh, this is an old problem!" The two old men also replied with a smile.

All three of them have lived for nearly 200 years. Their physical lifespan has reached its limit, and there is not much time left in time itself.

I don’t care much about many things anymore, so I feel very casual about making jokes.

But the six people around them didn't dare to make a joke about Xuanxin Mountain. They just looked at it and pretended they couldn't see it.

Their physical lifespan is still about 100 years, and they still have a chance to break through to the Tao Celestial Master.

The system of magic cultivation is very different from the practice of cultivating Taoism and becoming an immortal before the Ming Dynasty.

(End of chapter)