No matter how you think about it, it can't be a shovel!
The four of them were howling like ghosts and wolves there, and Zhou Xingyun's calmness and composure seemed a little out of place.
Zhou Xingyun thought it was okay, as his uncle and the others had already given him some precautions in advance. He expected that what was in it might not be a spiritual weapon, but a living creature.
Or maybe a biological weapon like the one used by my junior sister that emits a strange smell.
They could already imagine the scene where the elder was holding a cloth bag filled with a bunch of stinking things, and pointed at the things inside and told them seriously that this was their sect's treasure.
“Its shape is a bit strange.”
"But..." Zhou Xingyun held the Hanguang shovel, raised his hand, and threw it forward lightly.
The air around him was filled with billowing dust, and the center point of the shovel quickly broke into pieces, leaving a huge gap. His sudden move stunned the four people who were originally wailing.
They hurriedly lay down at the huge crack and took a look, estimating that it was at least six meters deep.
Holy shit. Such a powerful spiritual weapon.
The eldest brother commented slowly: "It is indeed very useful."
The damage caused by gravity is definitely deeper than the mark left by the shovel than by the spirit sword.
Although this spiritual weapon does look a bit unremarkable.
…
In Yunzhong City, in the absence of the sect master, the token was handed over to the elders for safekeeping. Changming Sect was the victorious sect, and the meeting of countless powerful people in the cultivation world should be held in the city closest to Changming Sect.
There are quite a few reclusive cultivators in the world of cultivation. Among the eight great families alone, there are powerful men who are hundreds of years old and whose cultivation is at least at the refining void level. However, they will not come out easily unless they are forcibly asked to come out, or when it is a matter of life and death.
It hasn't reached that point yet, and those who have come are just monks who are willing to stand up.
All those present were at different realms from the Spiritual Transformation to the Void Refining Realm. They were only targeting the increasingly rampant behavior of the two races of demons and were counterattacking the cities that had been massacred.
Elder Zhao and the elders of other sects exchanged glances, and one of the great men asked, "Where are Ye Qiao and the others?"
There are only two young gods among the five sects, but they are definitely not weak.
Both of them were qualified to reach the realm of transformation of the spirit and refining the void, but in the end, no one was seen.
Elder Zhao smiled and said, "Ah, what's the point of letting two little ghosts come?" His attitude was very clear, he didn't want Ye Qiao to get involved at all. Even if he was at the Refining Void Realm, he couldn't guarantee that he could escape unscathed. Ye Qiao was the most talented disciple of Changming Sect.
It was impossible to let her come.
"After all, they are both in the Spiritual Transformation Stage. What's the point of being timid?"
Almost all the powerful people in the world of cultivation have gathered here.
One cultivator waved his hand impatiently, "Having them here would only mean having two more gods, which is better than nothing."
Obviously, some powerful people look down on a group of little brats. Even if they are the best among the younger generation in the world of cultivation, they are still not qualified.
And if they lose, those who are directly taught in the world of cultivation will be the last hope.
Whether they win or lose, it will not affect them.
This is the one point they all agree on.
…
Perhaps because they had seen the power of Han Guang's shovel, the four of them finally shut up. Xue Yu nodded his chin and bent his knees. "After we get the spiritual weapon, we have to go to the demon tribe to rescue the little prince first."
The demons did not touch the little prince, probably because they wanted to use the emperor to control the princes. Whoever catches the little prince of the dragon clan will profit.
In the absence of a leader in the Changming Sect, it is impossible to ensure the safety of the little prince. With the identity of the Dragon Prince, it can be confirmed that the other party is safe.
"No one has ever been to the Demon Tribe..." Chu Ling hesitated for a moment: "...right?"
She originally said this with great confidence, but when she thought of the wonderful experiences of Ye Qiao and others, she felt that they might have really been there.
"I am quite familiar with the demon tribe."
"You may need to disguise yourself then. They have a special language to communicate with each other." Ye Qiao thought and added, "And the tone of their voice when they speak. They like to laugh from time to time."
Yue Qingan asked: "For example?"
Neither he nor his junior sister had ever dealt with the demons.
Then the other people gave them a demonstration.
"Ohhahahahahahahahahahahaha."
“…”
That extremely demonic laughter almost sent the two eavesdropping demons away on the spot.
The two looked at each other.
You know, in their impression, direct disciples are all quite aloof.
Damn, so in the end, being aloof is just their protective color, and being sick is their ultimate weapon?
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