The words of Shanbu Zhenjun echoed throughout the entire hall.
At this moment, the oldest True Lord in Heaven revealed her true strength.
A thunderstorm!
The middle-aged beauty is no longer the powerful ghost fairyland person.
In the small area of the underworld passage, she hid the truth from everyone and survived the thunder tribulation.
"When will you transcend the tribulation?"
Wu Dangzi's voice was still mysterious and ethereal, and no one knew where it came from.
Shanbu Zhenjun pierced through the Class A ghost who summoned the sword rain with one sword. His movements were simple, calm, and without any delay.
It seemed that a Class A trickster was no different from a clay figure in front of her.
"When this poor Taoist will overcome his tribulation, it seems to have nothing to do with you?"
Shanbu Zhenjun curled his lips, and his eyes were filled with fighting spirit.
"Sir, if you don't take action, we will die!"
The giant red phosphorus python spoke in human language, and its voice was extremely anxious.
The huge Wudang Stone Mountain changed in an instant, and a huge, strong-armed and thick-waisted female figure appeared in front of the middle-aged beautiful woman.
"Wudangzi, long time no see! Every time I see you, I always feel like I'm blessed by God."
The beautiful middle-aged woman smiled slightly, revealing her enviable white teeth.
"Your face has remained unchanged for a thousand years! This face deserves humiliation!"
As soon as Wu Dangzi finished speaking, he was already in the air, and a huge pair of scissors appeared in his hand.
The scissors have double edges and are extremely sharp.
With a slight snip in the air, the colorful fire phoenix seemed to be seriously injured, and its wailing was endless.
"Magic weapon..."
The beautiful middle-aged woman frowned.
The only thing that can deal with magic weapons is magic weapons.
Unlike magic weapons, which are man-made objects that only pursue a single attribute and emphasize the power of superposition.
The magic weapon is undoubtedly more powerful.
But the magic weapon is hard to find, and it takes ten thousand years to find one.
In the entire heaven, not every one of the four great True Lords may possess one.
This colorful phoenix robe of hers was a gift given to her by Emperor Xi Tian when she and her husband got married.
In the past 2000 years, there has been no chance to obtain a magic weapon.
The Biyou Palace has a lower status than the Heavenly Palace. If this thing is found in the passage to the underworld, the first ones to report it should be the Heavenly Palace and the Underworld authorities, and it has nothing to do with the Biyou Palace.
But Wu Dangzi actually had an extra magic weapon in his hand.
A magical weapon she had never seen before.
"Is this magical weapon Duobaozi's?"
After saying this, Shanbu Zhenjun realized that something was wrong.
Duobaozi has many magical instruments.
But his magic weapons mostly serve auxiliary purposes.
There are very few people who can have such powerful attack power.
If that were true, Biyou Palace would not have lost so badly in the Dao-based dispute 2,000 years ago that established the status of Heaven and Biyou Palace.
My husband wouldn't...
Wu Dangzi's round face chuckled. "Do you know where the magic weapon came from?"
Beneath the silver mask, Yamabe Zhenjun's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and he slowly uttered two words. "I don't know!"
Wu Dangzi sneered and took the scissors back into his hand. "Magic weapons are forged from natural materials and treasures."
"But natural treasures don't just appear out of nowhere."
"In the underworld, most of the natural treasures are concentrated on the battlefields of each race, nourished by the flesh and blood and souls of the masters of each major race."
"Therefore, the formation of each magic weapon is a fusion of the flesh, blood, and souls of many masters and geniuses."
"In the ancestral land, magic weapons are becoming increasingly scarce because there are so few Taoist masters and trickster masters that it is impossible to create an environment where natural treasures can grow."
"Since those masters and geniuses who died in battle can grow into natural treasures."
"What about living geniuses and masters? Why not?"
"Magic weapons are made by truly powerful geniuses and masters while they are still alive."
Shanbu Zhenjun frowned and looked at Wudangzi in confusion. "How rare! You didn't even use ancient text this time."
Wu Dangzi smiled. "I'm afraid you don't understand."
Shanbu Zhenjun's brows furrowed even more.
After living together for nearly a thousand years, Shanbu Zhenjun knew exactly what kind of person Wudangzi was.
Only in truly special moments will she speak plainly to you.
Otherwise, she was pretending at all times.
The remarks just made were definitely not made at a special moment, and the battle situation had not reached a life-or-death moment.
Wu Dangzi's remarks definitely have profound meaning.
Living people...
Only living masters can refine magical weapons.
This was the first time she knew about this.
"You don't understand either?"
Shanbu Zhenjun still did not turn back, and gripped the dragon and phoenix swords even deeper.
Wu Dangzi chuckled. "Then explain it more clearly. A thousand years ago, the four of us, brothers and sisters, robbed and killed a top Heavenly Master who had returned from the underworld."
Shanbu Zhenjun's eyes widened.
Return of the Underworld...
The number one master in heaven.
A thousand years ago, her husband went to the underworld to find a treasure for her that could withstand thunderstorms.
Once you leave, you will never come back.
She thought her husband died in the underworld.
But after hearing Wu Dangzi say this, I knew my husband was back.
only……
He did not return to heaven, nor did he return to her side.
"These scissors..."
Yamabe Shinjun couldn't continue speaking, her eyes were already wet with tears.
She had never thought that her husband had been so close to her.
"It is what the mountains have refined."
Wu Dangzi smiled grimly, and flew straight towards Shanbu Zhenjun's face with the giant scissors in his hand.
A five-colored fire phoenix suddenly appeared and blocked the way of the Mountain Lord.
Wu Dangzi clasped his hands together and then opened his arms.
The double scissors moved in the opposite direction, and one scissor cut off the waist of the Five-Colored Fire Phoenix.
The five-colored fire phoenix turned into colorful light and returned to the bright red palace dress.
Compared with before, the bright red palace dress now looks a little dull.
The magic weapon is indestructible.
For an injury like this, all he needs to do is let it rest for a while.
"The mountain is gifted with extraordinary talents and profound cultivation. He refuses to cooperate with us until his death, and the things he refines will contradict our will."
"Husband..."
Shanbu Zhenjun burst into tears.
The huge pair of scissors was placed across Shanbu Zhenjun's waist. With just a slight movement from Wudangzi, Shanbu Zhenjun would be cut into two pieces.
At such a critical moment, the most important thing that Shanbu Zhenjun should do is to leave quickly.
But she didn't, her hand gently stroked the huge scissors.
The cold touch of the scissors spread to her palm in waves, and then spread throughout her body.
"This scissors is cold, and feels like ice to the touch. An ordinary person would die if they touched it. Even though you have a body of thunder and lightning, you cannot touch it for a long time. Otherwise, you will die."
Death!
Just two simple words.
What it represents is the cruel fact.
Even the True Lord of the Mountain Department has already suffered a body struck by thunder.
His body is much stronger than that of ordinary monks.
But in Wudangzi's mouth, it was still the word "death".
Wu Dangzi was not being overconfident, but this pair of scissors was just that powerful.
The power of the magic weapon.
It represents the rules.
Although, the magic weapon can only intercept a small part of the rules and integrate it into itself.
But even such a small rule is still a rule.
Rules cannot be violated.
"Be good, and be a Taoist couple with your husband!"
Wudangzi opened his hands again.
The scissors closed quickly.
The two scissors swept across Shanbu Zhenjun's waist.
A beautiful middle-aged woman died.
The only thing on her body that was still intact was the bright red palace dress.
The bright red blood slid down quickly, staining the floor of the palace.
The red-scaled python transformed into a human form again.
"Congratulations, sir, congratulations, sir, for killing a powerful enemy!"
Wu Dangzi smiled faintly. "You are just a small-time Mountain Tribe True Lord, not worth mentioning."
This battle seems easy.
In fact, it was Wu Dangzi who took advantage of Shanbu Zhenjun's longing for her deceased husband.
Despicable, a bit despicable.
But Wu Dangzi, whose heart is as firm as a rock, would not care about this.
But when she tried to retract the giant scissors into her body, the giant scissors did not respond.
Wu Dangzi's eyes widened. This kind of situation had never happened before.
But no matter how she called it back, the giant scissors still moved slightly.
Just when Wudangzi thought that the restriction on cutting had been loosened.
The giant scissors moved suddenly and turned the tips towards her.
Wudangzi's face suddenly changed.
The giant scissors are extremely powerful, even though they were only refined by a cultivator in the First Thunder Tribulation Realm.
But in terms of the power of the giant scissors, it is comparable to that of a long-famous magical weapon.
Within 2000 years, Biyou Palace refined many magical instruments.
This giant sword is the best among them.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have held it in her hand.
"What can you do? I am your master..."
Wu Dangzi was unable to continue speaking.
The giant shears had already cut her neck.
Seeing this, the red-scaled python immediately turned around and fled.
The giant scissors moved again, and the red-scaled python was cut off at seven inches and died.
Wudangzi and the red-scaled python died.
Two figures floated above the giant scissors.
One is a beautiful middle-aged woman.
The bright red palace dress was still on her body, but the silver mask was still gone.
The other one was a middle-aged man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and an above-average appearance.
He looked at the beautiful middle-aged woman silently, his dark and deep eyes full of gentleness.
The two phantoms looked at each other, smiled slightly, and disappeared on the giant scissors.
Afterwards, several gray rays shot out from the giant scissors.
The corpses of Wu Dangzi, the red-scaled python, the giant wolf, and the trickster who summoned the rain of swords were all absorbed by the gray light.
Absorbed these people.
The giant scissors shot out another golden line, which landed on the body of Shanbu Zhenjun.
When the golden thread disappears...
Shanbu Zhenjun stood up strangely.
The bright red palace dress became even duller, and the colorful fire phoenix on it lost its luster.
She just stretched out her hand and the giant scissors fell into her hands.
Under the silver mask, there are two eyes, one gold and one black.
Then, she walked towards the Jinwu Gate.
When we were almost at Jinwu Gate.
The new Lord of Wind is struggling to hold on.
The power of the three-legged golden crow is beyond his ability to resist.
All the cultivators in the Sun Travel Realm of the Wind Tribe have died tragically.
The metal and stone guards of the tiger head and the bear head also shattered into pieces.
She just moved her hand casually, and a giant pair of scissors appeared out of thin air, sweeping across the shadow of the three-legged golden crow.
The three-legged golden crow disappeared in an instant.
The Gate of Nothingness on the Jinwu Gate also turned into ashes at this moment.
Fengbu Zhenjun stared blankly at the lady in palace dress who was striding towards them, his eyes full of awe.
“Senior…Senior!”
Fengbu Zhenjun didn't know her, but the other party's powerful aura made him frightened.
The woman in palace dress ignored him, but walked forward and left the Jinwu Gate.
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