Once Upon A Time, There Was A Spirit Sword Mountain Chapter 822: : Gathering crowds to make trouble

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The episode about Zhang Sheng ’s wife was quickly turned over. After all, Feng Yin and others came to Jianzuo not to solve their children's love.

"There is something to come to you, we need you to use the dead sword here to find someone."

Zhang Shengwen said with a startle: "Use the dead sword to find people? Could there be any missing predecessors in this door who have news?"

In the spirit sword sword tomb, not only the fairy swords that have been destroyed for thousands of years have been stored, but also a considerable number of missing swords are buried. Although these swords are not damaged, the sword spirit is due to the owner ’s departure Going into self-closure makes it unbearable. The spirit sword faction placed these swords in the sword mound, not only to commemorate the sword master, but also to save a line of hope to find me. The Spirit Sword School enters the Tao with a sword. There is a peculiar connection between the monk and the sword. As long as the person is still alive, he is expected to find out.

Of course, this hope is only limited to hope. During the thousands of years that Jianzuo existed, there were no more than ten monks found by this method, so I heard that Feng Yin and others would use the dead sword to find people. Zhang Sheng was also surprised.

"It's not a senior, it's a ..." Feng Yin murmured, turning his eyes to the surroundings, only to see that the younger brothers and sisters were more puzzled, and it was time to understand the secret.

"Is a person you and I know, I want you to help me find the master."

"Wh ..."

All the words are shocked.

The ten elders of Tianjiantang, Feng Yin, took the lead. During these two hundred years, he bowed to the utmost, so that the Spirit Sword School could be shaken straight up. The contemporary master is none other than him. Three words ... So, to be the master of Fengyin, only one person in the world is qualified, but that person was as early as two hundred years ago ... And, what is the relationship between the master and the two people who are missing now?

"If you find him, you can find the two." Feng Yin didn't explain much. "Can it be done?"

Zhang Sheng thought for a while: "Master ’s relics do exist in the sword mound, but I ca n’t find him. I ’m not sure. Because you have come here, obviously ordinary methods have been used. After. "

Feng Yin said: "Do your best, I believe the master will respond."

"Okay, let me try it."

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Behind the grass cottage, there is a white wilderness. The rugged hills and grounds are filled with the shadow of dead silence. There are no plants and trees and mosquitoes on the wilderness. .

However, Zhang Sheng is at ease here. He has been closed here for two hundred years. His body and mind have been inseparable from this dead sword. He came here like a fish, with white hair dancing on the wilderness with the wind, making the whole person There is a lingering temperament.

From the perspective of the star god, Feng Yin couldn't understand Zhang Sheng's details at this time, and could only roughly judge that his strength was no less than that of any one in Tianjiantang.

"Unexpectedly, the younger brothers retired in Jianzuo for two hundred years, but they are one step ahead of several of us on the fairy road."

Zhang Sheng smiled and said: "If it wasn't for Sister Wu, wake me up in time, I'm afraid I would have turned into a handful of white sand on this wilderness at this time, how could there be an opportunity for big enlightenment? It ’s the master ’s mantle ... well, here it is. "

Speaking, a group of people came to the front of a small hill. Zhang Sheng stood at the front and sighed softly: "Brother Master's relics are here ... Brother Feng Yin, are you sure that Brother Master is still there?" "

Feng Yin nodded.

At this time, Liu Xian and others also vaguely guessed the truth.

Zhang Sheng walked up the hill and asked the air next to him: "Lu, please come to you later, just like I taught you."

Hua Yun was stunned: Do you want someone who does not exist to help you with this important event? However, she just wanted to say something, but she was stopped by Feng Yin's hand.

Let ’s watch it change.

Zhang Sheng quickly stood on the top of Xiaoqiu, and Zhenyuan began to move slowly, from static to dynamic, and immediately set off the stormy waves, the diffuse power on the wilderness was swept by Zhang Sheng, if torn apart Generally surging. A deadly vortex quickly condensed into a substance, in the shape of a funnel, swirling down into Zhang Sheng's feet.

"Lu! Help me filter a little bit."

"Yes."

At this moment, Feng Yin and others clearly heard the voice of a gentle woman. At the next moment, I saw Xiaoqiu, in front of Zhang Sheng, a slender woman condensed a little under the turbulence of death. entity.

That ’s right, it was the drug-discharging physician who let Zhang Shenghun dream, the fuse that destroyed everything ...

However, Feng Yin and others have been unable to think about why a character imagined out of thin air would suddenly exist in reality. Because with the appearance of Lu, the violent death gas became a little gentle, and after gathering a lot of death gas, the hillock under Zhang Sheng's feet also began to tremble violently.

Boom!

The shattering stone shattered completely, and the hill was completely cracked, and a few white lights rushed towards the sky, and then fell slowly until it floated quietly in front of the eyes.

A bit of remnant sword, half robe, one hairpin, and two remnant books.

Zhang Sheng landed wearily with the light mass, and the dew beside him had become heavy and invisible.

"These are the relics of the master brothers, which were originally just a pile of residual powder, which was temporarily activated by the dead air that I gathered in the sword mound, restored a bit of the body shape, and turned a touch of spirituality. I will look for the master's whereabouts under the instinct ... But I confirm again, is the brother really still there? "

Feng Yin was silent for a long time. Brother Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu's relationship can't be explained in a few words, whether the brother is still alive at this time, in fact, he is not completely sure.

But what else can I do?

"Brother Master is still here, he will answer the call."

"Okay."

Zhang Sheng nodded and reached out to each of the relics.

In a flash, those white lights began to twist wildly and spread like a wild beast, and there was a throbbing wave.

"This is ..."

Zhang Sheng said: "Wake up these guys who have rested for two hundred years and tell them that their master is still alive. They will inevitably be upset. Of course, this is a good thing. Excited, they will only be more effective when they are called. However, side effects That is, if they find out that the owner does not exist, we may be past them ... these guys who have gathered a lot of Jianzui's dead spirits started the fire, but it is very powerful. "

Feng Yinwen's face changed slightly, but he calmed down quickly.

"Relax, Master will not let us down."

Zhang Sheng laughed: "He has never disappointed him."

With the dialogue between the two, several broken relics of Ouyang Shang became more and more violently twisted, and a ripple that was visible to the naked eye began to spread out indiscriminately. The violent power was shocking.

"Oh, it seems that the patience of these guys is not very good. It took me a while to become impatient and start to be irritable."

Zhang Sheng said this, but his expression gradually became gloomy, with one hand in front of him and the other hand holding a ball of air, clearly making a defensive gesture.

"Brother Feng Yin, if it happens later, the worst happens, don't take it lightly, I know you are very powerful now, but these are the relics of Brother Master ..."

The words didn't finish, there was a bang on the wilderness again, a mound in the distance exploded, and several white lights floated in the air.

Zhang Sheng's eyes widened, and it was unbelievable: "This ..."

Boom! boom! boom!

Continuously, the mounds of the wilderness are cracking, and more and more relics of the dead are aroused by spirituality, waking up from the deep sleep of the earth. A little bit of white light became like a galaxy, and countless pieces of relics began to clamor with the relics of Ouyang Shang.

Zhang Sheng slightly smiled bitterly: "It's terrible, I seem to have underestimated the appeal of the master, the guy began to call the entire sword mound rebellion. And not only the relics of our golden generation monks, even the ancestors of the previous generation The relics of him also began to respond to him. It ’s true that the old master himself did n’t have such a violent temper. Where did these dead things learn from this incident and it became a problem? "

After a pause, Zhang Sheng asked: "Brother, I haven't been out of the sword mound in recent years. May I ask if the Lingshan faction's current mountain protection array is still reliable? If it breaks out later, the power should be more powerful than the forty-nine days. It ’s a few times bigger, can it be stopped? ”

Feng Yin did not answer, but it was not difficult to see from his solemn look. Even if it can be blocked, it will definitely not be easy ...

Lu Li, who was in charge of maintaining the large array, was sweating and asked softly, "Brother, do you want to call them Linger ..."

The words did not fall, Ouyang Shang ’s remnant sword suddenly flew high, and the half-broken sword body recovered completely under the light bath. Then, a violent wave straightened through the sky along the upward sword body, and the cloud of mist and spirit of the Spirit Sword School broke through instantly, and the aftermath continued, sweeping away the large clouds of Cangxi Prefecture.

That is the strongest sound the sword can make.

I do n’t know how long it has passed, it seems very long, and it only seems to be a moment. The flying sword shuddered, and the clear sword was oozing with crimson blood, like the blood and tears of a desperate person.

However, bathed in blood and tears, the flying sword was scarlet all over, but the sword edge slowly turned down, Han Mang reflected in the eyes of Feng Yin and others.

"This guy ... seems really angry with us a few." Zhang Sheng hugged his arms even more tightly. "Brother Feng Yin, this time, you seem to be betting wrong."

Feng Yin and others have already formed a formation, only to wait for the flying sword in the air to erupt.

However, the next moment, from the endless distant sky, a lightning bolt fell diagonally, in the middle of the **** flying sword.

After that, familiar and unfamiliar voices stirred in everyone's ears.

"What the **** are you stupid?"