PFC Chapter 36 Each has his or her own magic weapon
Chapter 36 Each has his or her own magic weapon
In the ghost mansion.
Wails and screams kept coming from the tunnels of the underground palace, and the yin energy released after the death of the ghosts was spreading everywhere.
More and more ghost monks have successfully cultivated ghosts and lived in the underground palace for a long time.
Peng Ran wished he could slap himself in the face immediately.
Isn’t the Ghost Array Refining Tablet fragrant? Need to come to a place like this to communicate with the Ruifeng Demon General on the spot?
He fought well!
Relying on the poor rat Dharma minister to find the way, I barely escaped the demon general's hunt several times.
But now there are fewer and fewer monks in the underground palace. If this continues, sooner or later they will be bumped into by demon generals.
Could it be that after so many years of searching for secret realms, all the disasters have been accumulated to this day?
But it hurt Junior Brother Jiang, which is embarrassing!
Peng Ran pondered for a few breaths and looked at Jiang Moshu apologetically.
"Junior Brother Ji, it was me who got you into trouble. I didn't expect that the Ruifeng Demon would set up a trap to kill people and seize the treasure. This jungle of ten thousand monsters is too ugly."
Jiang Moshu waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, I will take action."
Huh? !
Peng Ran looked at the opposite side with a confused expression.
Jiang Moshu chuckled, "I think senior brother is too nervous, so I just made a little joke."
Then he sighed, "Is it because the underground palace formation cannot be opened from the outside, so we can only go to the inner palace of the ghost mansion."
It was a matter of wealth and life, so Peng Ran naturally did not dare to delay. He hurriedly took a picture of the poor rat's Dharma, and a light map appeared out of thin air. It was the path of the underground palace that the two of them had just walked.
Peng Ran pointed to the light map and said,
"I have just tried five weak spots in the formation, but to no avail.
At present, more than half of the outer perimeter has been explored, and the same is likely to be true for the remaining half. If you want to break out of the formation, you can only go to the inner palace of the ghost mansion. "
"The little bone jade Taoist priest can go, but you can't!"
A figure in heavy armor separated the Yin Qi from the underground palace and slowly walked out of the darkness. It was none other than Ruifeng Demon General Chong Ao.
He waved his hand to Jiang Moshu and said, "The princess is wiping her sword and waiting for you. Do you dare to go, or should I catch you?"
Jiang Moshu frowned, smiled, turned to Peng Ran and said,
"Senior brother, let's play with this demon general for now. I'll go to the inner palace to take a look."
I saw a young Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth, driving the escape light and heading towards the inner hall of the ghost palace shrouded in boundless darkness without looking back.
Zhong Ao smiled coldly and looked at Peng Ran, who was still there, "Little mouse, don't run too slow."
"I'm asking for you!" Peng Ran stamped his foot, and five ferocious beast ghosts came out from behind, "Grandpa is here!"
boom!
Ten breaths later, the poor rat Fa Xiang was like practicing red silk, dragging Peng Ran away and fled.
……
The inner palace of the ghost mansion
Danyunlou's eyes were slightly focused, but he looked at the young Taoist with red lips and white teeth opposite him with a smile.
"Ji Cuiyu, you look a bit like Yunteng when he was a boy."
This smile is as straight as the bright moon, the shining sun, and the sunshine, making people can't help but feel good about it.
Jiang Moshu sighed softly, "Yesterday, those who tried to kill me by taking advantage of the crowd have already brought humiliation upon themselves.
Those who want to kill me today by taking advantage of the geographical advantage should not complain about injustice. "
Jiang Moshu's heartbreaking words immediately made Danyun Tower's face turn cold, like a frozen glacier and a cold mountain covered in white.
"My younger brothers have obviously been captured without any effort. If you can spare their lives, even if you can advance to the golden elixir, I will give it to them with both hands.
Aren't you a disciple of the Demon Sect? With great benefits at hand, why don't you spare their lives? "
Jiang Moshu smiled softly, his bony forehead lowered, and a heroic spirit appeared on his pretty face.
"Longevity is what I want, and following my will is also what I want.
I want to have both, and I don’t care about anything else.
As for whether it counts as a demon sect,
I have the final say,
Forget it! "
Looking at the young Taoist opposite who stands like a orchid orchid tree and smiles like a bright moon in his arms,
Danyunlou couldn't help but let out a long sigh and quietly turned his face.
Just a word of cause and effect, and all calamities cannot be controlled by it.
Danyunlou's fairy-like face had a faint wry smile on her face, she nodded and said,
"That's right, let's let the knife speak for itself. It will be easier for you and me."
As she raised her hand, the Zanpoku Soul-Destroying Knife landed gently and deftly on her hand.
The sadness, anger and resentment in my heart have turned into black mysterious flowers with the light of the sword.
The blossoms are flying lightly, cut into a strip, just like the Styx, falling to the world.
"Caiyan, open the banner of all ghosts." Jiang Moshu said softly.
"Yes, Master." A charming and charming voice came out.
Shen Caiyan put on a red military uniform, with red scales covering her delicate body, and appeared behind Jiang Moshu. Her valiant and heroic appearance was not even inferior to that of Danyun Tower.
Click!
The bronze cauldron in the middle of the palace had several fist-sized ice blue crystals floating on it. One of them broke into pieces on its own and turned into thin smoothies.
Before Shen Caiyan could react, the smoothie was already immersed in the ghost's body as fast as lightning.
"Master! There's something wrong with the sand. I can't move." Shen Caiyan was as anxious as fire, but she was firmly held by the energy of Yang He, washing her ghost body, and she couldn't break free at all.
Dan Yunlou smiled softly, "It's a good thing. The Warm Dry Broken Cold Crystal is worthy of being a holy item of the ghost realm. Let you, the ghost maid, enjoy it."
Then he said solemnly,
"The way to win is to be prepared to win without preparation, to be aware of it than to be aware of it.
This is a personal vendetta against my brother. I hope you don’t blame me for not being able to win! "
Jiang Moshu touched his chin, looked at Danyun Tower and smiled, pointed at the long knife and asked,
"Is this sword a magic weapon?"
"That's right! The name of the sword is the Zhanpoku Soul-Desecrating Knife!" Dan Yunlou proudly took a step forward with the sword in his hand, his eyes filled with frost.
The sharp sword power floated in the air, sweeping in all directions.
Jiang Moshu nodded, "Then I can't be considered defeated!"
He reached forward with his right hand, and a bone hammer half a man's height fell heavily into his hand.
Countless subtle magic fire runes are appearing and disappearing in it.
The five skeletons on the hammer head are just like real people. They are a baby, a beautiful girl, a young Taoist priest, a middle-aged Confucian scholar and an old nun.
There are runes on each forehead, which are: resentment, hatred, hate, aversion, and disgust.
Jiang Moshu responded tit for tat and took a step forward.
He slammed the bone hammer on the ground and said in a loud voice,
“Resentment, good and evil are impure and contradictory;
I hate it, but I don’t dare to express my anger because I am not morally sound;
Evil, the will of God blocks the cocoon of luck;
Hate, the sun and the moon spin by in vain and life is tortured;
Tired, the blood gradually cools down, leaving only regrets;
Danyun Tower, have you ever been contaminated by this resentment, resentment, hate, aversion, and disgust? "
……
Split Wind Demon Palace.
Jia Yunzhen frowned.
Monk Leng Chan said, "My Buddha is compassionate."
The changing light and shadow in the mist of the cloud mirror makes people immersed in the scene, transforming what they see and hear what they do in Danyun Tower.
"How could he also have a magic weapon?" Jia Yunzhen didn't believe his eyes.
He calculated a lot, but he only succeeded in sealing the spirit ghost, but he didn't expect that Ji Jiyu turned around and found a magic weapon.
Jiayun really thought about it, but still struggled to ask Monk Leng Chan, with a hint of panic in his expression.
"Master, in your opinion, how powerful is this magic weapon? Is it comparable to the Zanpoku Soul-Desecrating Sword?"
Looking at Ji Cuiyu standing across from him in the phantom light holding a hammer, Monk Leng Chan gave a rare sigh, not knowing what he was thinking.
Looking at Jia Yunzhen's hopeful eyes, Monk Leng Chan just said lightly,
"The victory in fighting depends not only on the weapon, but also on the person."