Chapter 52 The Power of the Black Spear

Hearing Mo Zhu's words, Fang Xin's nerves tightened. It is Mozhu's defense against himself day and night. How can I not be surprised to hear such a gloomy question now?

He quickly leaned back to distance himself from Mo Zhu. Fang Xin can only ask knowingly now, "Brother Mo, I didn't do anything, but what do you want to do?"

"Hehe, he's quite a smart person. Why do you still pretend to be confused now?" At this moment, Mo Zhu and Fang Xin are all tacit to each other, so he doesn't do anything to cover up.

Since Mo Zhu has said so much, Fang Xin naturally can no longer expect to pass by pretending to be stupid and put away the panic on his face. Fang Xin regained a little calmness and asked, "Brother Mo, you and I have no grudges in the past. There is no need to kill me."

"I just want you to die. Do I have to give you any reason and excuse?" With a fierce experience on his face, Mo Zhu is no longer too lazy to explain anything to Fang Xin. Fang Xin is dead, and Mo Zhuda can push the cause of death on the Qin family, and he can not only get the treasures that may exist on him, but also one less guy in the world who knows his true face.

Mo Zhu is very hypocritical, but he doesn't want others to know his hypocrisy, so in his opinion, Fang Xin must die.

For the current situation, Fang Xin is also thinking about the way out. Obviously, hard ink bamboo is the most unwise choice, and even with the help of the demon soul, it is in vain. It's even more ridiculous to want to escape. In the early stage of foundation building, I wanted to compare the speed with the Mozhu in the later stage of Juling. It's better to think about killing Mozhu with the help of the demon soul.

Just when Fang Xin was in a dilemma, Mo Zhu had no patience to wait. Whether it was for the treasure he imagined out of thin air or to make Fang Xin completely shut up, Mo Zhu was ready to kill him. What's more, in the night in Zhaoyunmen, he has been pretending to be a grandson in the face of Qin Yan and Qin Wu, so now he also wants to vent his anger on the letter.

Feel the murderous atmosphere that completely broke out on Mo Zhu's body. Although he knew that he was invincible, Fang Xin finally gritted his teeth and sacrificed his flying sword, ready to try the feeling of using his arm as a car. Even the demon soul is just ordered at this time, ready to find Mo Zhu's relaxing time to give him a spiritual attack.

However, just as Fang Xin was fully armed and ready to fight, Mo Zhu, who had already sharpened his knife, suddenly showed a strange performance. Just now, his face was still bloodthirsty, and in an instant, he turned into a stunned face. He looked down at his stomach inconceivably, and there was a very panicked moan in his mouth.

Aware of the strangeness of Mo Zhu, although Fang Xin was full of doubts, he did not rush forward, but carefully waited to look at the following.

Fang Xin didn't wait long to see a scene that surprised him. Not long after Mo Zhu stared at his stomach in panic, a black light suddenly appeared in his abdomen, and then this black light gradually gave people a very dazzling feeling.

And with the appearance of black light, Mozhu's stomach was actually opened a huge crack. Seeing such a vision suddenly appear in his body, Mo Zhu didn't even have time to make a sound and quickly stretched out his hand to cover the gap. Unfortunately, he can't do this anymore.

Shortly after the gap appeared, something fresh in Fang Xin's memory slowly floated out of the gap.

A black spear slowly floated out of the body of the ink bamboo, and then quietly hung in mid-air. No one controls it, but this spear alone has given people an irrepressive power.

This is the black spear used by Qin Wu to kill Fengxu, which is the weapon of the King of War.

Looking at the strong man's pressure on the black spear, Fang Xin was infatuated for a moment and forgot that there was the big enemy Mozhu in front of him. Who doesn't want to become stronger, and who doesn't want to go to the peak and look down on the world. Perhaps the blood in his body was completely stimulated by the black spear of the king of war. At this moment, Fang Xin actually burst into a desire to win than ever before.

It was not until he heard the cold hum of the demon soul that Fang Xin woke up from this trance. Thinking of his current situation, Fang Xin immediately scolded himself for his carelessness. It's really a long life to dare to be stunned at this time.

But when Fang Xin looked at Mo Zhu again, he saw a scene that made him unbelievable. Originally, the black that only appeared at the gap on Mo Zhu's body actually filled Mo Zhu's whole body in his stunned time. Now Mozhu doesn't have the original appearance. It's all dark, and even his face is blurred, leaving only a piece of black.

It can be seen that Mo Zhu is still struggling and constantly reaching out to grasp every part of his body in pain, as if he wants to grasp the black on his body. Unfortunately, he can't do it anymore. With the passage of time, he couldn't even finish his futile struggle and finally fell straight down.

After falling to the ground, his body was completely fragmented, and the body was no longer a body, but a black object, like charcoal.

Looking at this incredible scene in front of him, Fang Xin really doesn't know what else can describe his mood now. Mozhu died. A great monk who practiced in the later stage of gathering spirits was broken by a magical spear when he tried to kill himself, and then fell to the point where there were no bones. However, Fang Xin just shook his head and stopped paying attention to Mo Zhu, which had turned into black charcoal. After all, he did not have a good heart to regret his enemies.

Looking at the black spear again and looking at this strange killer, I don't know why there is no worry in confidence. After looking at it for a while, Fang Xin actually dared to grab the spear. But at this time, the spear suddenly moved on its own. However, it did not attack Fang Xin, but flew rapidly in the direction of Zhaoyunmen.

Although he can't explain what happened in front of him now, Fang Xin can still figure out who is helping him. So looking in the direction of Zhaoyunmen and thinking about the burly posture of Qin Wu, the king of war, Fang Xin whispered, "Thank you." No matter what Qin Wu and Qin Yan are thinking, today's letter of love is underwritten.

With the experience of killing Xuanguang, Fang Xin will naturally not turn around and leave here immediately. After the spear flew away, he jumped to the charcoal transformed by the body of Mozhu. The result did not disappoint him. Among the piles of charcoal, Fang Xin easily found a cloth bag made of fine materials. Naturally, this is the storage bag that Mozhu carry with him.

Although he had only had such an experience before, Fang Xin still grabbed the storage bag and dripped a drop of blood to refine it into his own things. After refining, he explored his consciousness into it for the first time. After seeing the items in the storage bag, Fang Xin fell into a state of dementia again.

I really don't know what Mo Zhu has. There are 24 flying swords in his storage bag. And it has to be noted that these 24 flying swords are all medium-grade treasures. Although Fang Xin has not seen much, since his cultivation of immortals, the top-quality treasures he has passed through are not one or two. But suddenly seeing so many good flying swords of the same grade, Fang Xin still couldn't control his excitement.

And what made Fang Xin happier was that Fang Xin also found a set of immortal cultivation methods next to the twenty-four flying swords. After a brief look, Fang's confidence was another joy. It turned out that this was a set of sword formula, called the fire sword formula. The most rare thing is that this set of sword formula is not just a secret to control a flying sword, but the best sword formula that can control multiple flying swords to form a sword array. It was because of this that Fang Xin sighed even more that he really got a big treasure this time.

But these are not the places that Fang Xin cares most about. After putting away the flying sword and a large number of gas refining and alchemy materials, Fang Xin finally found what he dreamed of.

Holding a bronze tripod the size of a palm, Fang Xin never liked to show his pride too much. At this time, he couldn't help staring at the bronze tripod and giggled. Because this tripod was a precious bronze tripod with five elements that day outside Xuanyang City, Mo Zhu snatched from several monks in the later stage of foundation construction. This is the most suitable magic weapon for the demon soul to refine, so how can Fang Xin not want to get it?

"Ha ha, this is called stealing chickens and not eating rice. Mozhu, Mozhu, you did everything in vain, and you didn't die so unjustly in the end. Grab it, this baby hasn't fallen into my hands yet. Maybe this copper tripod made Fang Xin really like it, so that after getting cheap, Fang Xin also began to sell well.

At this time, the demon soul said in a low voice, "Well, what kind of heart, this little benefit makes you so complacent, what else can you do in the future?"

Hearing the curse of the demon soul, Fang Xin was not annoyed, but just defended a little: "Ha ha, isn't it really too happy to be like this? Didn't you say before that the copper tripod with these five elements is the most suitable magic weapon for me. In this case, won't you make me happy?

After saying that, Fang Xin did not give the demon soul a chance to continue to teach him a lesson. He immediately asked, "Magic soul, how about these 24 flying swords and this secret of leaving the fire sword? Can it be regarded as a treasure of this bronze tripod?" On the one hand, he wanted to attract the attention of the demon soul, and on the other hand, he really wanted to know what the preciousness of the fire sword was. Fang Xin took out all the flying swords and asked very seriously.

Hearing this question, the demon soul did not recognize Fang Xin's thoughts, but immediately opened his mouth and explained it at ease: "In fact, among the treasures you get today, these 24 flying swords are not rare things, but the secret of the sword from the fire in your hand is the real treasure. According to rumors, it is not a joke to master tens of thousands of swords at the same time.

"Drive tens of thousands of swords at the same time?" Hearing the words of the demon soul, Fang Xin couldn't help but be stunned. Fang Xin is not skeptical of the statement of the demon soul. I just think that if someone can control tens of thousands of flying swords at the same time, then even tens of thousands of flying swords of low-quality treasures are shocking enough. Thinking of flying swords flying like locusts, Fang Xin suddenly felt that his scalp was numb.

Thinking of this, Fang Xin immediately made up his mind and decided to cultivate this sword formula. At that time, the world will not be left alone.

After put away the fire sword formula, Fang Xin took out the copper tripod he cared most about again, and then asked, "Magic soul, tell me about this bronze tripod."