Chapter 204 Ancient Sword

"What on earth is going on? Why did the saint of Tianchi target Zhuge Fuliang?

"Is it for that Jiuyouwu Xuantie? But Xuantie has left Zhuge Butang's body. Why do you still want to kill him?" Humph, this boy is too arrogant. He doesn't pay attention to anyone. He deserves to die.

"But there must be a reason why he has not sinned the saints of Tianchi and others."

Everyone talked and looked at the beach.

At this moment, Zhuge Fuliang was nailed to death on a peak by more than a dozen flying swords by the saint of Tianchi, and the blood stained the rock behind him. Zhuge Buliang was lifeless, his eyes were empty, and he died of blood.

"Squeaky~~"

With a crisp and tender cry, the little sword spirit drilled out of Zhuge's body, and Zhuge's was nailed to the peak and covered with blood. The little sword spirit sobbed, his big smart eyes were full of tears, and his tender little hand stroked Zhuge's blood-filled cheeks.

"Squeak!" The little sword spirit sobbed and kept pushing Zhuge Biao.

"It's the sword spirit, grab him!" Du Guhe shouted and took the lead in rushing to the little sword spirit.

At the same time, Jian Piaohong also rushed to the elf. The saint of Tianchi sprinkled a light and covered the little sword spirit.

"Squeak~~" The little sword spirit panicked and turned into a blue light to appear thousands of meters away.

At this time, the bloody curtain of light in the sky had fallen, and the saint of Tianchi shouted, "There is no chance. Let's go."

The three quickly flew away and boarded the ship of their own power. The big ship sailed out and headed towards the sea like an arrow from the string. At this time, the bloody light curtain completely enveloped the desert island.

The practitioners of the major faction stood in the bow of the ship and looked at the sealed desert island from afar. On a mountain on this desert island, Zhuge Fuliang was nailed by ten flying swords and was not angry at all. The monks of all major schools have complex expressions, with regret and joy. The strength shown by Zhuge Bulao has moved all forces in Kyushu. If it is allowed to grow, Kyushu will rise and there will never be a day of peace.

But at this moment, this kind of character is sealed on a desert island.

.......

All forces left, and the desert island was completely sealed. Within a hundred years, no one could set foot again.

On the peak, Zhuge Bright was nailed by ten flying swords, and there was no breath. The whole desert island was covered by a bloody light curtain, and the sky and mountains here were reflected in blood red. Above the desert island, a tall altar is suspended.

Xiao Jian Lingfei returned to Zhuge Fuliang's side, and his big eyes were full of tears, sobbing, and constantly pushing Zhuge Fuliang's body.

But Zhuge Buteng's eyes were empty, and there was no reaction.

"Brush!"

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of the mountain, with a burly figure and long blood-colored hair flying wantonly.

Fall into the sky!

"Squeak!"

The little sword spirit is like a big enemy, with a look of fear, disappearing in place and appearing in the distance.

He fell into the sky and stood with his hands on his back, looking at Zhuge Beye, who was nailed to the mountain peak, without any feelings in his eyes.

"Squeak~~" The little sword spirit hid in the distance and looked at the fallen sky with fear.

"Do you still remember me?" He fell into the sky and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Squeak!" Xiao Jianling didn't say anything and still avoided him far away.

The fallen eyes were calm, and he waved his hand without any fluctuation, but the ten flying swords nailed to Zhuge Fuliang's body were smashed. Zhuge Fuliang's body fell down and was dragged to the ground gently by an invisible fluctuation.

He stared at Zhuge Bright and nodded: "There is still a trace of breath." After saying that, he pointed repeatedly in front of Zhuge Buliang's chest, and a purple light appeared in each point. The fallen sky quickly clicked down in front of Zhuge Fuliang's chest, and the place where his finger fell was the location of Zhuge Fuliang's seven divine caves.

"Hm?" At this time, the fallen sky seemed to find a trace of abnormality, staring at the seven divine caves, and the ancient well's waveless eyes showed a trace of strangeness.

The seven divine caves flashed with brilliance, and the faint purple light enveloped him.

The fallen sky looked at the little sword spirit, and the fluctuating eyes narrowed slightly, and then in the blink of an eye, the fallen sky disappeared in place.

The little sword spirit returned to Zhuge Fuliang's side. Looking at Zhuge Fuliang surrounded by purple light, he sobbed and squatted beside him. A pair of smart eyes were full of fog, and he didn't know where tears came from.

Time passed quietly, and I don't know how long it has passed. The hazy purple light covering Zhuge Bright's body disappeared and retreated back to Zhuge Bright's body.

Xiao Jianling opened a pair of big eyes, looked at Zhuge Buliang curiously, and stretched out his little hand to touch him from time to time.

"En..."

With a soft moan, Zhuge B no Liang's fingers moved, and the little sword spirit immediately shouted with joy and flew around Zhuge B no Liang's body.

"Wow~~~"

Zhuge Buzuo took a heavy breath, his body moved, and then his arms supported his body and sat up.

"This... This is..." Zhuge Bu didn't do it. Looking at everything around him, he was in a trance.

"Squeak!"

The little sword spirit came to Zhuge Fuliang's side with a cheerful voice.

Zhuge Butang smiled bitterly and patted Xiao Jianling's little head. Although he didn't know what had happened, he was lucky not to die.

"This island... Has it been sealed?" Looking at the bloody curtain covering the whole island, Zhuge Fuliang frowned slightly. The island has been sealed for a hundred years, that is to say, it is impossible for him to leave within a hundred years.

A hundred years... Zhuge Buteng muttered that in the world of immortal cultivation, this is not a long time, but for himself, this is a long time. But it's useless to say more now. Zhuge Butliang feels that his cultivation is a little fluctuating, as if he is about to break through.

Immediately, Zhuge didn't sit down and silently carried the skills in the Magic Sutra. These days, Zhuge Fuliang has been practicing the skills in the Demon Sutra. This Magic Sutra is a strange skill, which is many times stronger than the skills practiced by Zhuge Buliang before.

He had experienced a desperate battle before, and he also came back from the ghost gate and had a lot of insights in practice. Gradually, Zhuge Buting forgot himself and entered the state of emptiness, and seemed to catch something in the dark. At this moment, his cultivation has made rapid progress.

From the second floor of the Jindan period, it broke through one after another. It was not until it gradually stabilized until it entered the fifth floor of the Jindan period.

But Zhuge Butung still hasn't woken up. After a previous life-and-death experience, Zhuge Butang seems to have mastered some tricks of the mysteries of life and death. Opening the door of life and death is not to have skills to promote, but to have self-perception. Only by truly breaking through the barrier of life and death can you understand the mystery of the door of life and death.

At this time, seven purple stars appeared on Zhuge's head, and a Beidou light curtain fell to cover it.

For three days in a row, Zhuge Fuliang spent time in meditation. On the fourth day, Zhuge Fuliang opened his eyes, and the purple Zhenyuan riot was like a real dragon rushing out of his body. The strong momentum shattered the rocks around Zhuge Bulliang.

Zhuge Buo roared, and the seven divine holes above his head flashed, and then disappeared.

Zhuge Buteng got up, with a touch of joy in his eyes. Unexpectedly, a life-and-death battle made him make rapid progress. But with it, Zhuge Butliang fell silent. The current situation can't tolerate his excitement. The desert island is sealed, waiting for himself to be sealed in it.

And before, he fought with the saint of Tianchi and others. From their words, Zhuge Butiang clearly heard that some people wanted to be unfavorable to him. And it's not as simple as a person. Maybe it's an organization or a force.

"Jiuzhou can't tolerate people like you."

Recalling this sentence, Zhuge Bright couldn't help frowning. He couldn't understand what this sentence meant.

"I must go out!" Zhuge Buo stood up and aroused the murderous intention in his eyes. He made up his mind to find out who wanted to harm him.

By the way, what about the bricks? Zhuge Butang suddenly remembered that in the previous battle, the saint of Tianchi wanted to take away the bricks, but the bricks flew to the depths of the desert island.

After thinking about it, Zhuge Fuliang turned around and walked towards the depths of the desert island. Anyway, now that the desert island has been sealed, he has nothing to be afraid of. A man wanders on a desert island. The brick is very important to Zhuge. He doesn't want to lose it like this.

But he visited most of the desert island, but did not find the whereabouts of the bricks. Zhuge Fuliang couldn't help frowning.

In the meantime, Zhuge B no Liang passed through several ruins. Under those ruins, Zhuge B no Liang found ten ancient copper coins. These ancient copper coins are extraordinary. They have been suppressed for tens of thousands of years but have not been corrupted.

Zhuge is like a lonely soul, floating on a desert island. During this time, he came to the golden hall again. The golden hall is still dazzling. The three big words "Ascension Hall" are dazzling and dazzling. Zhuge Buliang stood in front of the Golden Hall for a long time before leaving.

More than a month later, Zhuge Butliang almost turned over the desert island in this month, but still did not find the bricks.

Zhuge Fuliang had a bad feeling in his heart.

But he didn't get nothing. More than half a month has passed. In this half a month, Zhuge Buting pushed countless ruins and gathered a total of 108 ancient copper coins.

At this moment, 108 ancient copper coins muted, and all the ancient copper coins gathered together, which seemed to produce an inexplicable sensation. One hundred pieces of ancient copper coins are close to each other and overlap, forming a sword, a small sword completely composed of ancient copper coins. The small sword is one foot long and simple.

"This is... Money sword!"

Zhuge Burang was surprised that this money sword is a Taoist magic weapon with various strange functions. The ordinary money sword is just a function to ward off evil spirits. But Zhuge Buting felt that the money sword in his hand was extraordinary.

Thinking of what Xiang Yifei said before, Qingyang Palace was a holy place of religion tens of thousands of years ago. This must have been the artifact of Qingyang Palace recently, but why was it scattered and suppressed under the palace?