Chapter 322 The Sword Spirit Awakens
With a flash of blue light, a flying sword more than a foot long suspended above Zhuge's head, turning into a baby-sized appearance. The whole body is full of blue light, shining with charming brilliance. Although the body and appearance of the baby, he has long blue hair at the waist, which looks extremely ethereal.
"Little guy, you're awake." Zhuge Butang was overjoyed. Unexpectedly, at this time, the little sword spirit who had been sleeping for more than ten years finally woke up.
"Liangliang, I miss you so much~~~" The little sword spirit made a childish voice, and his long blue hair fluttered casually.
Compared with the little sword spirit ten years ago, after this deep sleep, the little guy can not only spit out words, but also his appearance has changed dramatically.
The sword spirit body is stronger than before, and the dazzling long blue hair flashes with dreamy colors.
"That's a... Sword spirit!" An old man in Xianhuang Pavilion was shocked.
"There are two sword spirits in Kyushu. One sword spirit is in Dugu's home, and the other sword spirit has followed Zhuge Fuliang, who has followed the seven-star treasure body ten years ago. Is it..." The old man on the other side was stunned and looked at Zhuge Bright in astonishment.
"You are Zhuge Fuliang!" The voices of the three old men were full of surprise and disbelief. Thinking of Zhuge's abnormal body just now, they were shocked.
Ten years ago, they saw with their own eyes Zhuge Fuliang being chased into Kunlun Wonderland by Dugu Helan, and they did not come out for ten years. Everyone thought that the seven-star treasure died in Kunlun Fairyland.
I never thought that ten years later, Zhuge Fuliang would stand in front of them alive again.
"I wrote down the account ten years ago clearly." Zhuge Buliang's voice was indifferent, and the pupils in his eyes rotated strangely.
"Kill!"
Without too many words, the feud between Xianhuang Pavilion and Zhuge Fuliang can't be clearly said in one sentence.
The three old men came together, and the three torrent-like true fluctuations were shrouded in empty.
The earth under Zhuge Fuliang's feet collapsed. In the face of the three practitioners at the peak of the Yuanying period, Zhuge Fuliang turned his palms, and a bloody mountain was tossed out by him and pressed on the three old men.
"Boom!"
The three old men took action together, and three shocking rainbows rose to the sky, breaking the pressed blood mountain.
Behind the three old men, a divine bird totem appeared, with a blazing breath, covering the void.
At this moment, the hair of the little sword spirit suddenly stood up, and each hair was like a shocking sword. Thousands of swords rushed straight to the sky, and thousands of swords flooded the three old men.
"Ah!" The three of them were shocked. In the face of the dense sword spirit like raindrops, they couldn't help but change their faces. Every sword spirit can penetrate the void.
Each of the three sacrificed their strongest magic weapons and protected themselves around their bodies. The brilliance of the magic weapon firmly guarded them and retreated.
"Battle!" Zhuge Butong's black hair was like a waterfall. He stepped out one step, and the sky shook, and he punched one of the old men.
Fisting the world, the old man quickly sacrificed a magic weapon, which was a five-color flying stone, shining with charming brilliance, and the five colors reflected each other. This is a rare non-attribute magic weapon.
The five-color flying petrified into a peak, which was pressed down.
Zhuge is not bright and powerful, moving forward, punching on the five-color flying stone peak.
"Rumble!"
The five-color mountain trembled and almost flew out. Zhuge Bu Liang's fist shocked the sky and punched dozens of punches on the five-colored mountain. The five-colored mountains collapsed and turned into pieces of gravel.
Zhuge Fuliang came close to the old man, like a broken bamboo, and pointed to the old man's eyebrows. A purple edge penetrated the old man's head. The old man's head collapsed and his brain was scattered.
The other two old men tried to stop Zhuge Butang, but they were stopped by tens of thousands of sword spirits from the little sword spirit.
One palm shattered the headless body, and Zhuge Fuliang rushed to another old man. His palm was like a knife, cutting his head across.
"Hum!"
The old man played a jade card to block Zhuge Fuliang's attack. At this time, thousands of swords flew in and smashed the jade card in the old man's hand.
"Puff!"
Zhuge Fuliang punched through his chest, and his palms were inserted into the old man's heart, and blood trickled out. The old man looked at the evil spirit in front of him in surprise.
"Puff!"
Zhuge Budang slapped him, knocked the old man's head far away, swept his foot, and broke the body into blood fog.
"Ah!!!"
There is only one old man left, and the most original fear in his heart arose spontaneously. He sacrificed more than a dozen flying swords, broke through the obstacles, and went to the distant air. He had no confidence to fight again. In the face of Zhuge Liang like a killing machine, he felt desperate.
The old man quickly rose to the sky and flew thousands of meters in the blink of an eye, raising the speed to the extreme.
"Whew!"
At this time, the little sword spirit turned into a crystal flying sword and disappeared in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he had caught up with the old man who had escaped and ran through his head. Then the blue light flashed, and the little sword spirit returned to Zhuge Fuliang again.
The speed is as fast as teleportation.
The masters at the peak of the three Yuanying period were destroyed by Zhuge Fuliang and the awakened little sword spirit by thunderous means. Zhuge Buliang took a look at the old man who was not far away and was still breathing. He was the first to attack him and walked over with a sneer.
"No... Don't kill me..." The old man's face was pale, and his arms were blurred.
"Puff!"
Zhuge Fuliang walked over and crushed his head with one foot. When he looked back and looked for Zi Ning, he found that the woman had lost her trace. He didn't know when he had removed the fixed technique and escaped.
Looking at the corpses all over the mountains, Zhuge Fuliang took a deep breath. This is the time for him to kill more at one time so far.
"Sin, sin, how did you kill so many people~~~" The little sword spirit floated over, with long hair flying, and the empty charm was light.
"Little guy, have you slept enough?" Zhuge Fuliang wiped the head of the little sword spirit with pity.
"Hee hee, sleep well~~ And I feel that my strength has become stronger." The little sword spirit floated around, and the blue light on Zhou's body was crystal clear.
Zhuge Buchung touched the little head of the little sword spirit and had mixed feelings in his heart. At the beginning, in order to protect himself, Xiao Jianling was almost beaten and scattered, and Zhuge Biaoliang always felt guilty. Now seeing the little sword spirit wake up safely, a big stone in his heart finally fell.
"Take you to meet a friend." Zhuge Fuliang smiled and flew out of the fairy island with the little sword spirit.
A fairy cloud floated in the sky. The little monkey lay on the soft clouds, stretched out lazily, and muttered, "What is that boy doing? He makes such a big noise."
It got up from the fairy cloud and happened to see Zhuge Fuliang flying out of the fairy island and coming in front of him.
"Monkey, little monkey~~" The little sword spirit flew happily, like a child, flying around the monkey twice.
"This is... You are the little guy!" The monkey was also surprised, and his hair was tied up all over his body.
When Zhuge Fuliang first went to the valley of Xia Dongliu, Xiao Jianling was the only playmate of monkeys at that time.
"Huh? The little monkey can also talk. The little sword spirit blinked his big eyes and looked left and right on the monkey.
Looking at the two little guys having fun, Zhuge Fuliang suddenly felt a burst of warmth and smiled heartily.
Let the two little guys play, and Zhuge Fuliang appeared alone in the mixed magic city. The inner space of the mixed magic city is very wide. At this moment, the hanging peak is floating above the demon city of the mixed world. Because there is a large array engraved in the hanging peak, the peak can be half suspended in the air under any circumstances.
"There is no Reiki in the Magic City. I'm afraid the phoenix flower will wither in a short time." Looking at the phoenix flowers and trees all over the mountain, Zhuge Bu Liang's eyebrows tightened together.
Suddenly, the light in his mind moved, his body flashed, and he left the world's magic city.
Zhuge Fuliang left with the monkey and the little sword spirit. In order not to cause a sensation, Zhuge Fuliang let the little sword spirit hide in the mixed magic city, lest anyone recognize his identity as the little sword spirit.
He came to the mountain range where the Zhuge family fled and hid. The beautiful trees here are lush, and 90% of the green mountains are occupied by the primitive dense forest.
This is a beautiful area of the world. Looking around, it is a green color.
"Do you want to dig out the spiritual vein here?" The little monkey saw Zhuge Fuliang's plan. At the beginning, in order to catch the little ginseng fruit, they found a spiritual vein here.
Zhuge Buteng flew into the mountains, where he found a small sect of immortal cultivation.
Zhuge Fuliang didn't want to alarm them. He spared a few circles and came to the cave where he had entered the underground spiritual vein. Fortunately, the small sect of immortal cultivation did not find the spiritual vein here. It seems that the immortal sect has just moved here.
On the same day, there was a "rumbling!" from the whole mountain range. The loud noise was like a huge earthquake, and the whole mountain range vibrated.
The immortal cultivation sect located here was shocked, and everyone was shocked. In the distance, several mountains collapsed, revealing a bottomless sinkhole.
In the sinkhole, a figure flew out, and in an instant, it had gone away and disappeared into the vast sky.
Zhuge Buliang opened out the spiritual veins buried in the ground by shocking means, and then moved them into the underground of the mixed demon city. The whole magic city is full of aura, and the phoenix flowers and trees on the hanging peak are red and gorgeous.
Zhuge is not bright and smiles faintly. There are spiritual veins in the ground to maintain this space. I believe that phoenix flowers and trees can bloom forever.
Zhuge Fuliang ran to some deep mountains again, and some rare beasts came and put them on the suspended peak, adding a little vitality to it.
After doing all this, he wandered around the Magic City again. The seven kills were still soaked in the golden pool, practicing quietly, and fell into a deep state.