The Evil God Emperor is In the City

The next morning at Sanqingmen, nine melodious bells rang.

The disciples gathered at the Wudao Institute to watch Fang Ying's entrance ceremony. The ceremony was presided over by a serious-looking old lady. First, they bowed to the portrait of the patriarch of the Kai School, and then they met the elders one by one. They also taught the rules of the door. and many more.

There is a lot of red tape, but this is also a tradition in the monastic world.

The purpose is to cherish the memory of those cultivators who created magic techniques and fought against alien cultivators, evil cultivators, monsters, etc., and warned their disciples.

It took nearly two hours to complete a series of ceremonies, and then went to the disciple's pavilion to enter the name and issue the disciple's spirit card. As a result, Fang Ying's identity has also changed from an evil cultivator to a disciple of the Sanqingmen of the right way!

This is of great significance to the shadow, and his hands trembled slightly when he took the disciple card.

Like, holding a new life.

her own—

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Near noon.

The door owner Feng Tianhe brought Fang Ying to a stone wall five or six feet high, raised his hand and mouthed three times on the stone wall, and a quaint bronze gate suddenly appeared on the flat stone wall.

On the plaque above, there are three characters of "Treasure Pavilion" carved in seal.

"The Treasure Pavilion of the Sanqingmen, although the Sanqingmen is declining now, but after thousands of years, the ancestors of the sect still left some magical treasures, you go inside and pick one, this is your immortal fate, as for picking What is your fairy fate."

"Thank you, Sect Master."

Fang Ying clasped his fists and saluted, then walked into the Treasure Pavilion.

The world of cultivating Dao has already entered the end of the dharma. There are very few precious materials needed to make various magic weapons, and they are rarely refined in modern times. Most of the magic weapons that can be called magic weapons in the cultivating world are inherited from their predecessors.

Anyway, as long as magic weapons of similar grades are hundreds of thousands of years old, they will not be damaged.

The same is true of Sanqingmen.

The magical treasures in the Treasure Pavilion are all old things, and even the shelves where the magical treasures are placed have a very strong historical atmosphere, which makes Fang Ying feel that people have broken into a magical ancient tomb.

There are as many as 60 or 70 magic weapons left in it, and of course some of them have been damaged.

Fang Ying observed back and forth.

Her kung fu movement is known for being light and elegant, and the magic weapon she chooses must be matched with it. The first thing that comes to her mind is to find a dagger or short knife with the cold attribute.

There is a short knife, she picked it up and looked at it, the characters carved on it turned out to be the ancient Chu State Insect Art Bird Seal! At least two thousand five hundred years ago.

However, the short knife is still sharp-edged, without the slightest rust.

"It's so valuable. If I choose something before, I'm sure he won't be able to get it all." Fang Ying made it specially for some small money fans, so he couldn't help laughing.

After that, the hair was pulled and placed on the blade of the knife, and the hair was broken when it was lightly blown.

Hair can be broken!

However, Fang Ying felt that the sturdy attribute carried by this short knife was like a raging flame and thunder. It is estimated that if it is injected with spiritual power, it will burst into flames such as "samadhi true fire", which is not suitable for her. Give it a try and put it down. .

Looking down along the wooden frame, I found a black gourd at the bottom.

The gourd is often an extremely powerful thing in myths and legends. Fang Ying couldn't help thinking about it, so he was ready to pick it up and try it.

Who would have thought that a hand could not hold it.

I changed two hands to lift it, but I couldn't lift it with the use of spiritual power.

This is the case for two reasons:

First, the black gourd is indeed extremely heavy.

The second is that any magic weapon of similar rank has already acquired spirituality for a long time and will choose its own master. She can't bring it up. It may be that the black gourd is not suitable for her.

But no matter what the reason, this magic weapon Fang Ying also had to be given up.

Keep looking ahead...

There was a mahogany box on the shelf, and there was a purple talisman on it, but the purple talisman had also been split in half. It was obvious that someone had opened it a long time ago, even more than once.

Curiosity drove the shadow below to open the mahogany box to take a look.

Inside is a cyan stone, like a fossilized animal skeleton, the size of a fist, and it feels heavier than gold and iron in the hand. Other than that, there is nothing magical about it. Fang Ying looked at it and put it intact. went back.

And this, inadvertently made Ge Mu lose a great opportunity

In the Sanqingmen, there was a very famous person in the Jin Dynasty, named Xu Xun, who had been a Keqing elder in the Sanqingmen for nearly ten years.

Xu Xun may not know many people, but if you mention his other name, everyone knows it, Xu Jingyang!

The Four Heavenly Masters in folklore were revered in the Song Dynasty as the true monarch of miraculous meritorious deeds.

When Xu Tianshi was a guest elder at Sanqingmen, it was the time when the dragon spirit was in trouble, so he cut the dragon with his great supernatural power, and the mahogany box contained the ninth vertebra of the dragon spirit, where the essence of the whole body is located.

If the Jiaolong doesn't die, the ninth vertebrae can be refined into dragon **** in the future.

Thinking about how Ge Mu had thought about the giant pythons and snakes for hundreds of years in order to raise the dragon essence, but he didn't get a single centipede and a half claw. I don't know how many levels higher in the ninth section of this dragon essence?

If you refine Long Yuan, you will definitely be greatly improved, and you will also be able to obtain the innate supernatural power of Jiaolong to control water.

There was no way, Fang Ying didn't know that this thing was the ninth vertebra of the Jiaolongjing, let alone that Ge Mu was in possession of the spiritual essence. Besides, where in this world can the chance of immortality be met by one person?

Fang Ying continued to look for a magic weapon that suits him on the wooden frame~www.wuxiahere.com~ There are jade bracelets, hairpins, whisks, flying swords, etc., which are strange and strange, and make Fang Ying feel dizzying, just suitable Hard to find yourself.

"Why do you feel that it's still difficult to have a blind date, and there is no one suitable for me?" Fang Ying complained with a bitter face.

He rubbed his fingers from the wooden frame, rubbed the magic weapon piece by piece, and when the sword finger touched a pair of knuckle-sized jade shoes, the jewelry seemed to suddenly shine brightly, and it was broken down into several pieces of jade armor and wrapped it in. her feet, and then melted into the skin.

How?

Fang Ying was still hesitating when he felt the wind under his feet and ran out automatically, like flying on grass.

"I... what is this..."

She couldn't control it at all, and rushed out of the Treasure Pavilion like a streamer, rushing along the road, and in the blink of an eye, she sprang a few hundred meters away, which was definitely faster than Zhao Yiqing's GTR driving at full speed.

In an instant, he arrived at the lake in the Tianli of Sanqingmen Cave. He walked on the water, but he didn't fall into the water because of gravity!

Ge Mu, who was still practicing "the art of controlling things" in the middle of the lake, saw someone walking on the water from a distance, and he couldn't help but be startled.

You must know that Ge Mu's meridians are not damaged, and he can't walk on water, at least he can't run a circle on Baiqing Lake without falling into the water.

It took a while to see that it was Fang Ying.

"I'm going, your speed is almost catching up with that old man Wang Mengfu. When did you practice this method?"

Swah—

A wave fell on Ge Mu's face, and Fang Ying had already passed him and ran out four or five meters away.

"Can't stop..."

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