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Chapter 297 The return of the snowy night, the bronze lamp falls

Slowly opened his eyes, and the scattered sword energy on his body disappeared. Zhang Wenfeng's face was a little tired, but more excited. The sword that he evolved through the bronze lamp, like a flying fairy, was finally able to brighten his eyes In the majestic sword energy, a white light was vaguely captured.

An extremely subtle condensed sword intent, in the wide stream of sword energy, does not show mountains or dew water.

It split right in front of his eyes, but it didn't make his mind go blank like the first time.

That ray of sword intent seemed to split his forehead in half, and the pain seemed to tear his soul apart. The sea of ​​consciousness rolled up huge waves, and the ancient scroll of "Tao Jing" emitted bright golden light, which made the sword intent disappear.

He endured the pain and meditated for more than an hour, silently comprehending the true meaning of that sword.

It can only be said that the mystery is indescribable, and it is worth taking a sword.

Standing up, rubbing her forehead and walking out of the bronze gate, she saw Mo Ye pull out the flowers and plants growing in the open space one by one, and all the flowers and plants that had not fully grown that she threw away mysteriously disappeared on the ground.

"Hey, what kind of flower is this?"

Zhang Wenfeng saw a few solitary flower buds left in the corner of the ridge, without leaves, black skull-like flower buds on short black stalks, with a little dark red on top, standing on the black ground, looking very strange.

"Ghost-head mushroom, give you a plant."

Mo Ye pulled out one, and the ghost-head mushroom dried up quickly in her hands, and handed it to Zhang Wenfeng, saying: "Knead it into powder, and use 'ghost energy' to grow it alive. This thing doesn't pick a place, it reproduces quickly, and it's not very useful. "

Zhang Wenfeng took the shriveled and uglier ghost-head mushroom.

Take out a small cloth bag from the storage space and put it in, tighten the mouth of the bag and put it into the sleeve and hide it.

He would not shirk what Mo Ye sent, saying that it was "not very useful", maybe it could save lives at a critical moment?
With Mo Ye's temperament, would he give away useless gadgets like him?

The clay dolls and puppets he gave to Mo Ye are really useless except as toys.

After pulling out all the ghost-head mushrooms on the ground and throwing them away, Mo Ye waved her hand, and even the flower ridges on the ground disappeared. A ball of dark, loose and slightly shiny soil appeared in her hand, and said: "The reward I promised you last time, there is still some money left." So much is given to you."

She has tried the fun of growing flowers, but she has exhausted it, and she will not grow it again next time.

Zhang Wenfeng was not polite, took out a jade box and put a handful of soil in it, and put it in the storage space.

For him, the land where the Land Lord stands is stained with divine special soil, which can help him grow rare spiritual plants, which is a rare and rare treasure for him.

He should be very useful in the hands.

The two talked for a while, and Mo Ye disappeared into the darkness.

Zhang Wenfeng walked alone to the "water mirror" hanging in the air, and adjusted to watch the busy scene near Yijian Gorge. The cold breath overflowing from the bronze lamp floated at the bottom of the canyon.

Sitting in a well and watching the sky became his only pastime in the dark place.

He never gets tired of seeing the various colors in the water mirror.

About a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Wenfeng, who had rested, walked back to the main hall again. He pulled out the jujube sword and put it on the small wooden table, took out tools such as talisman pen, ink and white paper, turned on the bean oil lamp, and dipped the pen in cinnabar ink to practice. Draw a few "Spiritual Linking Amulets", and then paint on the delicate, smooth, moist and haloed sword surface.

Not long after, both sides of the sword were covered with complex positive and negative runes, and the light flashed and then converged with the ups and downs, and the runes were successful.

He also happened to think that the spirit lead talisman can strengthen the connection between monks and swords.

Not to mention truly achieving "one-to-one understanding", it will play some role.

With his sword state of "fitting with the body", if he can have a little more "consonance", the power of the sword will make a big difference.

Wipe off the remaining rune ink on the sword body with white paper. He held the sword in his hand to feel it carefully for a while, and practiced swordsmanship for a while. There was indeed a trace of inner connection between him and the Zaomu sword. Use the superposition of the method to refine the sword one more time to make the sword more agile.

Then he took out the Bizhu sword from the Nawu space, and made it in the same way, drawing runes on the front and back of the Bizhu sword.

After reading a book for a while, use a brush to calculate the positions of "Nine Palace Steps" and "Nine Palace Five Elements Boxing" for half an hour on the white paper, write down the two figures that were finally calculated, and sit cross-legged to adjust breath.

His daily retreat life is boring and monotonous, almost the same, and even Mo Ye rarely appears.

In order to see the sun outside as soon as possible, he adjusted his mentality and refined a certain amount of ghost energy step by step every day. The simple spells of the other four elements of water, fire, and earth are all trying to learn some.

Apart from cultivating, refining ghost energy, and understanding sword intent, he has nothing else to do.

During the three months of darkness, he survived with great patience.

After he purified all the ghost energy in his body, and inspected with internal inspection, he found that there was an extra line of slender and fuzzy black energy on the Qi Hai Yuan Qi tree, which happened to be hidden on the other side of the pale golden line.

Thinking about it, he got up and walked out of the hall, and saw Mo Ye coming from the darkness.

Then he told Mo Yeyi about the situation.

"It's okay, it's the imprint of dark energy, and it has no effect on your practice. Just like the breath of 'divine favor', you have gained some kind of recognition. You can learn ghost skills in the future, and use the cold ghost energy. Of course, it's up to you whether you want to use it or not."

Mo Ye explained a few words, looked Guanzhu Zhang up and down, and nodded with a smile: "I will teach you how to refine and use this bronze lamp, and I will send you back to the mountain later. It is the middle of the night outside, so it's just right to do things."

Zhang Wenfeng quickly memorized a few formulas, mastered them a few times, and asked doubtfully: "In a short period of time, with my cultivation base, can such a large and small world be refined?"

"Of course not. I'll think about it when you reach the fourth level of cultivation. You should pack your things first."

Mo Ye waved his hand, signaling not to ask more questions.

Zhang Wenfeng returned to the hall, and hastily put away the small wooden table and other odds and ends. He did not forget to carry the remains of the two monks from the Yanhua Pavilion in the oilcloth bag, and carried them out of the hall.

With a wave of his hand, Mo Ye led Zhang Wenfeng out of the isolated small world.

It was midnight outside, snow was falling, and it was freezing.

Feeling the natural and fresh breath, Zhang Wenfeng took a deep breath of cold air, and his whole body came alive.

He finally escaped from the bronze lamp, it was not easy, it seemed like a lifetime away.

The same darkness gave him two different feelings.

"Get me out!"

Following Mo Ye's soft drink, the earth shook, and there was a faint muffled sound of thunder from high in the snowy sky.

The air above became turbulent because Mo Ye let go of his breath, and huge eyes were forming rapidly.

Zhang Wenfeng widened his eyes and saw that the ground at the foot of the mountain below was cracked, rocks were rolling down, and an object reflecting bronze light, as big as a ridge and like a roof, rose from the cracked ground.

The bronze lamp as big as a mountain was taken out from the ground by Mo Ye.

This was the first time he had seen Mo Ye make a move.

Every gesture has the power to overwhelm mountains and seas.

The image of the hairpin girl standing in the air with bare feet against the wind is simply not too domineering.

The muffled thunder in the sky became more and more clear, forming a rolling downward trend.

Zhang Wenfeng felt that his hands and feet were nowhere to rest, his scalp was numb from his scalp to the spine of his tail, and he felt a small soul trembling in the face of the power of heaven and earth. It was really creepy, as if the next moment, the sky would rain down and kill him. robbery.

There were several long howls in the distance, and someone was coming here.

There was too much movement, and it was impossible to hide it from the Golden Core Realm masters and Freedom Realm monks fifty miles away.

"you go first!"

With a wave of Mo Ye's hand, Zhang Wenfeng's ears were filled with the sharp sound of the wind. The scenery changed so fast in the dark night that he was dizzy and couldn't keep his eyes open. He had a magic weapon to protect him, so he couldn't feel the strong wind blowing like a knife.

"Bang", Zhang Wenfeng staggered, his feet stepped on the ground, the rocks shook, he opened his eyes and quickly stood still.

He found that he had reached the entrance of his cave, and there was a large crack in the rock on the ground.

In just a few breaths, he was thrown by Mo Ye from five or six hundred miles away to the back of Xianling Mountain.

The cave door on the lower right side suddenly opened, and a figure flew out, shouting: "Who? Dare to break into the fairy temple at night..." The earth spirit who rushed out saw clearly that it was Guanzhu Zhang, and put down the hand raised just now, up and down After looking around, he asked, "Did Mr. Mo not come back?"

The oilcloth bag in Zhang Wenfeng's hand was taken away by Mo Ye at some point, before he could answer Tu Ling's question, he hurriedly flew into the sky.

Flying against the wind and snow to a height of two hundred feet, looking southeast and listening.

Even after a distance of hundreds of miles, one can still vaguely perceive the thunder from far away, the mighty Tianwei.

The earth spirit followed and flew to the sky, no more nonsense, he knew a lot of inside information.

The sound of thunder became clearer, and each sound seemed to hit the bottom of my heart, making people flustered. Zhang Wenfeng smiled wryly, what kind of cultivation is Mo Yede?Can resist such thunder.

Just for a moment, I heard a shock from below, as if something heavy fell to the ground.

"Come down!"

Zhang Wenfeng greeted the earth spirit, and landed on the ground of the back mountain, but he didn't see Mo Yegui's figure.

Tu Ling pointed to the cave where he was suppressed before, and shouted, "There!"

The two flew into the cave and quickly escaped into the stone hall more than ten feet underground.

The room was full of dust, and the earth spirit waved his sleeves to disperse the dust. On the rocky ground in the middle, there was a square bronze lantern with flying eaves, about five feet high, thick and simple, emitting a faint bronze light.

The tiny eyeballs of the earth spirit were wide open, and the sudden appearance of the lantern gave him great pressure.

This is the famous Xiaotiandi heavy weapon!
"I'm leaving!"

Mo Ye's voice came from the air in the cave, as if it was far away.

Tu Ling fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, and bowed to the southeast with five bodies: "Tu Kun respectfully sends the hairpin ancestor!"

Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly cupped his hands: "Mo Ye, come back and have a look when you have time."

He didn't expect Mo Ye to leave so soon.

There was no answer, and in the vast snowy night, where did the woman with the hairpin flower go?

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(End of this chapter)