"After my perception and exploration these days, the origin of this no-nonsense spiritual bow should be extremely complicated. Although it is impossible to know who it came from, what is certain is that this bow once killed a real saint!"

Zhao Xingye quickly gave an answer.

But this answer surprised Lin Xun and killed a real saint! This seems too shocking.

Saints, in Lin Xun's impression, are almost invincible existences, who can pick up the stars and win the moon, travel around the world, live with the eternity, and shine with the sun and the moon.

But now, it is said that Wuyi Linggong once killed a saint, and the shocking force can be imagined how strong.

Even Zhao Xingye, who had already confirmed this, looked slightly different at the moment. The result was indeed too shocking, and even she still couldn't imagine how this bow could have such a bloody and dazzling past.

Kill the saint!

This alone is enough to shock the world.

What surprised Zhao Xingye most was that this bow had killed more than one saint...

"This bow was once stained with holy blood and obliterated the soul of a saint. In ancient times, it was also called a peerless murderous soldier. However, now it has been severely worn, and it contains too much ferocity and blood. Sooner or later, it will be It exploded completely."

Zhao Xingye's expression became solemn, and he looked at Lin Xun, "Once this kind of thing happens, you are destined to suffer its backlash based on your current strength, and the consequences are destined to be unbearable for you!"

Lin Xun's eyes narrowed, he never expected that there is still such a "hidden danger" in the Wuyi Linggong.

"Backlash..." He couldn't help asking, "How terrible is it?"

Zhao Xingye glanced at Lin Xun with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said casually: "When Jin Chaoshui, the king of the golden barbarians, was killed, a wisp of murderousness dormant in this bow spilled out inadvertently, but it was only a wisp, but it shocked my soul and was almost hit by him. Take away the mind."

"And when I killed Huoman Yan Qiongwang, there was a residual resentment from the saint's death, which rushed out of the bow, causing my qi to almost collapse."

Zhao Xingye said this,

There was also a rare look of fear and trepidation in the expression, "At that time, if I hadn't held a secret treasure that guarded the soul, when I killed King Yan Qiong, I would have been defeated by this bow and died on the spot."

Although the words were plain, Lin Xun froze and gasped.

Zhao Xingye is definitely the top existence in the king's realm, but even she has been attacked by the Wuyi Spirit Bow twice in a row, and she is more dangerous each time, and even almost died!

From this, one can imagine how terrifying the fierce aura inside the Wuyi Ling Bow is.

"However, you don't have to worry too much. The stronger your cultivation, the greater the backlash you will suffer when you use this bow. Since you have never encountered backlash until now, it proves that at present, there is no truth to the bow. It can't hurt you."

Zhao Xingye seemed to guess that Lin Xun was worried and said, "However, the higher your cultivation level in the future, the more you need to pay attention to this problem. After all, this is a potential threat after all. Unless..."

Lin Xun's heart moved: "Unless what?"

"Unless you can retrieve the lost spirit of this bow."

"Artifact?"

"Yes, it seems that such a peerless treasure, from the moment of birth, will give birth to its own enlightened spirit, just like the human body has a soul."

Zhao Xingye's beautiful eyes are full of eyes, shining with wisdom, "Treasures like this are also called spiritual treasures. Because only saints who master the laws of the holy way can cast such treasures."

"Artifact... psychic holy treasure..."

Lin Xun muttered, thoughtfully.

"I suggest that if you go to the ancient wilderness to practice in the future, if you have the opportunity, you can go to the mysterious sacred place 'Sunset Soup Valley' for a walk."

Zhao Xingye suddenly gave a suggestion.

Lin Xun was very unfamiliar with the term "Sacred and Hidden Land", and he was not touched, but when he heard the words "Sunset Soup Valley", he was stunned.

He remembered that when he was in the depths of the sea of ​​annihilation, when he was promoted to the middle of the cave, he triggered the heaven and earth vision of "flowers blooming on the other side of the sky". That magnificent and magnificent vision can be called the world of beauty.

But the old clam was disdainful of this. He once said that there was a holy place in ancient times, called "Sunset Soup Valley", where the golden crow turned into a great sun, entrenched in it all year round, and released a splendid glow that was enough to reflect the heavens. Such a scene can be called a spectacle of heaven and earth, a divine show of creation.

At that time, Lin Xun was still skeptical, thinking that the old clam was bragging again, but now when he heard the name "Sunset Soup Valley" from Zhao Xingye's mouth again, Lin Xun realized that the so-called ancient times in the mouth of the old clam The Holy Land actually exists!

"Do you still remember the vision that occurred when you used this bow, the great sun fell in Qingming, and the golden crow cried blood in the blue sea. With this, I am sure that this bow once killed a saint in the Jinwu lineage!"

Zhao Xingye analyzed, "If you want to know where the spirit of this bow is left, Sunset Soup Valley is undoubtedly the most worthwhile place to visit. It used to be the lair of the ancient Jinwu lineage, and even now, it is still there. There are so many unsolved secrets."

Lin Xun nodded seriously, remembering it firmly.

"If the spirit of the weapon can be recovered, it will not only suppress the ferocity contained in this bow, but it will also be able to restore a part of its former divine power to this bow."

Zhao Xingye's slender, fair-skinned fingers caressed on the Wuyi Spirit Bow. The body of the bow was built with white skeletons. It was extremely ferocious, but it didn't make people palpitate. Instead, it gave people a sacred taste. .

Zhao Xingye couldn't help but sigh, "Look at these white bone skeletons, I suspect that this bow is built from the skulls of saints!"

Lin Xun was startled by this guess, the sage's skull! This bow has eighteen white skulls. If Zhao Xingye's speculation is true, doesn't it mean that eighteen saints' skulls were used to build this bow?

This is too appalling!

Next, Zhao Xingye carefully returned the Wuyi Spirit Bow to Lin Xun, and then took out the arrow of Biluo, saying: "As for this arrow, I do recognize that it is one of the nine divine arrows of the ancient Dayi tribe. "

"These nine divine arrows are named: Bi Luo, Huang Quan, Shang Xie, Mo Li, Qu Ya, Ji Guang, Pie Yu, Soul Xi, Wu Ju!"

"Each arrow has its own mystery and possesses a terrifying power beyond imagination."

"As everyone knows, the clansmen in the ancient Dayi tribe are all archers, with an extremely splendid past, and they are famous in ancient times, and these nine divine arrows can become the treasures of their clan, and their origins are naturally different. Simple."

"Unfortunately, Bi Luo Arrow and Huang Quan Arrow are a pair of twin arrows that complement each other. Only when they are used together with the 'Soul Soul Bow' can they exert the greatest power."

When he heard this, Lin Xun couldn't help being stunned. Originally, he thought that since there was some kind of echo and connection between the Wuyi Spirit Bow and the Biluo Arrow, then the two must complement each other.

I didn't think about it, but it's the truth!

"I see……"

Only then did Lin Xun realize that he had thought too much before, how could there be such a coincidence in this world, he entered the battlefield of killing blood with a no-nonsense spiritual bow, and suddenly found a complementary divine arrow, obviously not so. Simple.

"However, the No Truth Spirit Bow should be stronger than the Soul Reaching Bow. Otherwise, even if the Arrow of Biluo has suffered serious losses, it will never be able to be surrendered so easily."

Zhao Xingye is worthy of being an outstanding king-level existence. With just a few words, she guessed a lot of things that Lin Xun didn't know, and Lin Xun couldn't even think about it.

"Remember, in the future, when you enter the ancient wilderness, don't use the non-truth spiritual bow rashly before the critical moment. There are too many experts there. Once you discover the magic of this bow, it is destined to bring you endless trouble."

Late at night, when Lin Xun said goodbye, Zhao Xingye reminded him again, which made Lin Xun stunned.

The so-called common man is innocent, and Lin Xun naturally understands this truth.

...

As the Wuman camp died down and entered into a truce, in the following days, it really made the empire camp a lot easier.

In Camp No. 7, there are no important things. No matter who it is, they don't want to go out again, and the war has already ended. In addition, the supplies are tight, and there are not many left. Under such circumstances, it is naturally impossible to take the initiative. Make trouble.

This rare quiet and peaceful atmosphere made Lin Xun slightly uncomfortable.

However, he is not idle. In addition to practicing martial arts every day, he goes to the ordnance department to help some cultivators refine or repair weapons.

Occasionally when I have free time, I invite Lu Wenting, Abi, Yan Feng and other friends to have a drinking party, but whenever there is a party, Lin Xun can't help but think of the old Huang and Hu Tong who have passed away, and his heart will inevitably feel a little down.

The days were very dull, and sometimes, Lin Xun was so bored that he left the camp alone and wandered in the bloody battlefield.

This world is always a dark, gloomy, dangerous and desolate scene. Even if there are no enemies on the battlefield, there are still many natural disasters and dangers hidden.

However, Lin Xun was already familiar with everything here, and he was not as nervous and nervous as when he first came here.

There were also a few times when passing through the mulberry forest, Lin Xun couldn't help but stand and watch from afar, thinking of the majestic and majestic ice and snow sacred tree, thinking of the one with the vision of "May all living beings in the world be holy". the golden cicada.

I will also think of the blood-colored moth with a clear and warm voice, but its imposing manner soaring to the sky, and the white cicada with a clear and clear sound.

By the way, there is also the huge cyan Flood Dragon that once caught a glimpse, that is also a terrifying creature who has set foot on the Holy Path.

There is also that mysterious Taoist palace that manifests the world. It stands between heaven and earth. There are 9,999 floors in just the steps, like a ladder to the sky! It once transpired the holy light that illuminated the sky, and dyed that piece of heaven and earth with a magnificent and splendid sacred atmosphere, and the vision was boundless in the world.

What is hidden in such a mysterious and unknowable Taoist palace?

Why does it attract so many souls of the Holy Dao to rush to go, not hesitate to break out a fierce bloody conflict?

Lin Xun didn't know that the Mulberry Land was completely different from before. It was completely covered by a thick blood-colored haze, and he couldn't reach his fingers.

Under such circumstances, Lin Xun didn't dare to take a step beyond the thunderous pool.

But Lin Xun was sure that perhaps when the Great Dao catastrophe came, those terrifying creatures dormant in the mulberry forest were destined not to be content with loneliness and be born out of nowhere!

Time flies like an arrow, time flies like a shuttle.

Before you know it, the time to open the passage to the empire has quietly come...

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ps: Something happened suddenly at night, I didn't get home until early morning, and then I hurried to code, and I didn't get a chapter until now. I'm ashamed that I didn't inform you in advance, and I'm really sorry.