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Gently picking open the black clothes of these dead corpses, the little monk Mingyuan saw a few waist cards and an edict-like brocade, but helplessly there was a blank on it, and nothing was written.

"Fusang Mission, why would the weak island country on the shore of Dongyang send an envoy to the Great Qian Empire, it's just that these things are left to the minds of the imperial court to consider. ”

With a backhand blow, there were several more deep pits on the ground, and the little monk Mingyuan kicked the bodies of several people into the pits and buried them.

The shock wave generated by the violent collision on the top of the mountain made the little monk Mingyuan stunned several times in a row, but he didn't expect that the duel between the two had reached a white-hot stage, and there were many secret tricks, and he didn't die.

When Mingyuan arrived at the top of the mountain, there were broken walls everywhere, the courtyard wall outside the Shaolin Temple Tibetan Scripture Pavilion collapsed, shattered into several sections, and the miscellaneous hundred-year-old trees were also broken by the Suosuo, lying across the road.

The eyes of the little monk of Mingyuan condensed slightly, the strength of that high-ranking demon was somewhat beyond his expectations, and being able to fight with the old monk Zhimin to such a point was not just as simple as the peak of the ten grades.

I don't know why, a bad premonition crossed my heart, making the little monk Mingyuan's heart tremble, and his feet accelerated step by step, and he rushed towards the center of the battle situation.

The sound of the sonorous staggering of weapons lifted people's spirits, and in the haze of smoke and dust, two strong and burly bodies could be vaguely seen towering.

"Hiss, miscalculated, Master Jimin, are you still alive?"

The little monk of Mingyuan smashed his mouth, his lips were a little dry, and the ground was full of mottled cracks, and the breath of these two people was as blazing as fire, and the other was dark as the night, which made people tremble.

Ahem, ahem!

In the middle of the night, a withered hand staggered out with a broken half-cut vajra wooden short stick, and the terrible and miserable appearance made the little monk Mingyuan tremble, and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

The old monk Zhimin had more than 20 knife marks on his body, and his gray-brown monk's robe was tattered, although his eyes were still burning, his face was pale, and his blood was greatly damaged.

Bright red blood stained the placket of the garment, and the unnatural flushing on the withered pale cheeks occasionally appeared, which was a sign of internal repulsion.

Just from such a miserable appearance, it is not difficult to see how hard he has just gone through a battle, and he can force him to this position at the quasi-grandmaster level, and the strength of the upper demon is definitely top-notch.

"Little senior brother, don't be impatient, I can't die for the time being, the old monk, that high-ranking demon is really terrifying, he was slapped into the rock wall by the old man with a stick, but it is not a fatal injury!"

The old monk Zhimin grabbed Mingyuan's sleeve with his palm, and gave a quick warning to warn him not to be careless, and quickly ask Senior Brother Yuanlun to return to suppress this fang.

The pupils of the little monk Mingyuan contracted into needles, the rock wall rattled, and a demonic figure crawled out, and the terrifying aura that froze through his heart suddenly came.

"If there are really two brushes, old bald donkey, this is the first time that the deity has met a monk as fateful as you, even if he fights with a demon king-level powerhouse, he has never made the deity so embarrassed. But the deity should really be grateful to you, hahahaha!"

Between the words, a pitch-black sword qi broke through the air, two feet long, as fast as thunder, and the corners of the little monk's eyes twitched, and he directly resisted with the scabbard of the Dark Pattern Xuanyue Knife.

The impact force of hundreds of catties shook the little monk Mingyuan and Master Zhimin back dozens of steps, and a half-inch drag mark was left on the ground.

"I've just entered the grandmaster level!How could this fang advance at this point, little senior brother, you go first, the old man delayed his time for half a pillar of incense..."

Master Zhimin's color changed suddenly, he didn't expect that his countless attacks would actually make the other party have an epiphany and advance to the Grandmaster-level King realm, and his strength skyrocketed by nearly double.

He was already at the end of the crossbow, and he couldn't escape at all in this situation, so he just wanted to drag this high-ranking demon with his stump for a while, and buy enough time for the little monk Mingyuan to escape.

However, to his horror, the little monk Mingyuan slammed his palm on the back of his head, knocking him unconscious on the pavilion where he was placed in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and then returned to the place where the demon was.

"Oh? It's really surprising to this demon king, you, the little monk, didn't flee with that old bald donkey, but you have a bit of courage. ”

The smoke and dust dissipated, and Taihua appeared in front of the little monk Mingyuan with a knife, although he withstood the terrifying attack of the monk Zhimin, but now it seems that there is no trace of heavy damage except for the black clothes and satin that are broken a little, and the handsome face has a trace of blood.

The little monk Mingyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and when his eyes swept to the black knife on Taihua's left hand, which was about one and a half meters long, his heart twitched fiercely.

That sword! It's terrifying!

In an instant, the 'swastika' mantra appeared in the depths of the eyes of the little monk Mingyuan, and the picture he saw again was completely different, around the pitch-black sword, the surrounding environment seemed to be soaked in darkness, and the huge attraction almost swallowed everything into it.

The terrifying energy fluctuations were transmitted from the body of the Taidao, suppressing everything around it, and even the Buddha power in the body of the little monk Mingyuan stagnated for a moment.

"Spirit weapon! No, it's a semi-spirit weapon, an absolute divine weapon, even a land immortal has to spend endless effort to forge a supreme divine weapon!

It's a big problem!

The little monk Mingyuan's heart was shocked, no wonder this high-ranking demon was able to defeat Master Zhimin, and even burst into the realm of grandmaster level in strength, everything was closely related to that Taidao.

It is precisely because of this knife that the strength of this Taihua sword has skyrocketed by at least three times, so that he can repeatedly suppress the old monk Zhimin, and accumulate combat comprehension, and be fed back by the internal force of the Taidao to break through to the realm of grandmaster-level kings in one fell swoop.

Although the little monk Mingyuan was shocked and very jealous, it was more of a surprise.

The ancient country of China has been inherited for thousands of years, and there are countless heroes and heroes across the era, but only the number of hands that can leave immortal legends and divine weapons can be left.

Because of its particularity, Shaolin Temple preserves seven spiritual weapons, but only one can be driven by the Xuanji Taishi Ancestor, and the power is super terrifying, and it can kill several top spellers of the American Empire with a backhand.

The little monk Mingyuan also coveted, originally according to his growth trajectory, he would have the opportunity to inherit one in another three or four years, but unfortunately he made people and inexplicably arrived in this world.

Now he had discovered a spiritual weapon again, perhaps it could only be called a semi-spiritual weapon, but it still surprised him.

Without him, after smelting his body with a spiritual weapon and cultivating a blood connection, he broke through the "Eight Desolations and Phaseless Heavenly Gong"

The odds of the fourth tier will be greatly increased.

Seeing that the eyes of the little monk Mingyuan had been locked on his own knife, Taihua was also quite surprised, could it be that the other party saw the origin of the knife in his hand?

"Where did you get this knife?

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbidity, the little monk Mingyuan suppressed the restlessness in his heart and asked in a deep voice.

Taihua's thin eyes flashed with brilliant light, and a sense of vigilance suddenly rose in his heart, where did a little monk have the confidence to face himself, and dare to ask about the origin of this knife.

"If you are not small, kneel down and kowtow, this king can forgive you for the sin of disrespect, otherwise, you will be lit with a sky lantern!"

The surging killing machine surged, and the unique internal force was released from the body, and the raging power rolled up the black silk robe, and the hunting sounded.

Hearing this, the little monk Mingyuan had a fine light in his eyes, and his heart was surging, and he couldn't wait to kill this fang now, and take the mysterious spiritual weapon Taidao into his hand and study it carefully.

"What's the name of this knife?"

Mingyuan's little monk Ming did not go-for-tat with Taihua's knife, but calmly asked the name of this knife.

Speaking of the spirit weapon long knife in his hand, Tai Hua's jaw raised slightly, and his face was arrogant and proud: "Little bald donkey, the Soul Breaking Knife, one of the four major artifacts of the gods and demons, you ants in the Soul Breaker will definitely not know." ”

Soul Breaker!

Mingyuan's little monk's heart was stunned for a moment, Soul Breaking, what a domineering name, can you cut off the three souls and seven spirits, I really don't know what kind of peerless person will be when he cultivates such a semi-spiritual weapon.

If a good weapon is handed over to an experienced old blacksmith to build, it will take half a month, but even if a heirloom treasure is handed over to a master blacksmith, it will take years, or even more than ten years.

The spirit weapon is a supreme divine weapon standing at the top of the mortal rank, even if it is not to go to the enemy's head thousands of miles away, but when it is in the hands of the grandmaster or even the great grandmaster, it is not difficult to destroy a 10,000-strong army in a short time.

Moreover, the forging of the spirit weapon requires the cooperation of the forging master and a land immortal, so that it is possible to give birth to the embryo of the half-spirit weapon, and then evolve

According to the estimation of the degree of cherishment, the territory of more than 38,000 miles of the entire Great Qianguo is only two or three half-spirit weapons at best, and it is conceivable that the young monk Ming Yuan can occasionally encounter it.

Tai Hua's eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together, and he had a feeling that this little monk was not afraid of death, and his eyes looked at him as if he was looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

This feeling made him very unhappy, as a high-ranking demon, he was born with a status comparable to that of Wang Sun Guixuan, and the contemporary Tianjiao of the entire god and demon realm, he Taihua can also rank seventh with a knife.

This Soul Breaking Knife is a divine object given by the Lotus Moon Demon Lord, the third demon lord of the God and Demon Leader, how can he tolerate others coveting it, and in an instant, Taihua raised the Soul Breaking Knife and slashed it at the little monk Mingyuan.

It seems to be a light knife, but it makes the little monk of Mingyuan like a great enemy, and the spirit weapon is a super divine weapon that can only be completely controlled by the likes of land immortals, and the power is boundless.

Tai Hua's one-stroke promotion to the Grandmaster King realm, although it can only trigger the power of the Soul Breaking Tai Knife is less than one percent, but it is also enough to wipe out anyone in the same realm.

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