Zhuque and Zhao Lingjun never expected that the mahogany shelf of the Maoshan Sect Treasure Temple was filled with various flying swords with light flowing. At first glance, there were at least dozens of flying swords above the middle level, just like asking about the Flying Sword Exhibition.

Zhuque and Zhao Lingjun had a good psychological endurance, but Lin Yiren, who was following Zhao Lingjun, was not as strong as the two. As soon as they walked into the treasure trove view, they saw so many flying swords on the mahogany shelves, and Lin Yiren fell to the ground with a bang. After a long time, Lin Yiren got up from the ground and stared at the mahogany shelves beside Zhao Lingjun and Zhuque incredibly: "Is this the treasure trove view of Maoshan Sect? Why do I think this is the Shushan Sect's Sword Pavilion?

"Pu" Before Zhao Lingjun spoke, Pang Taiju, who was following Lin Yiren, rolled his eyes and fainted on the ground. He had not woken up for a long time. Zhuque used N methods until he wanted to give Pang Taiju an artificial respiration. Pang Taiju woke up slowly.

"It would be great if I was a swordsman." Pang Taiju said, looking at the mahogany rack, "I didn't expect that Maoshan Sect has so many flying swords. If I were a swordsman, I would never have to worry about not having a flying sword in my life."

"You are not a swordsman, you are a bitch. You can't stand it anymore when you see so many magic weapons and flying swords. If you are a swordsman, you wouldn't be so excited that you have a cerebral hemorrhage." After hearing Pang Taiju's words, Zhuque turned his head disdainfully and said to Zhao Lingjun, "Boss, why do you think there are so many magic weapons and flying swords in this Maoshan Sect?

"I don't know." Zhao Lingjun looked at so many magic weapons flying swords on the mahogany shelf, touched his nose and shook his head.

At this moment, another gasp sound came from the treasure. It turned out that Zhang Changquan, Xiao Ping, Gu Xuanbei and others also came in.

After seeing so many flying swords, everyone speculated that in the end, the most reasonable explanation is that the Maoshan Sect has so many magic weapons and flying swords, which may be related to the Maoshan Sect, which is one of the oldest Taoist Xuanmen and the Maoshan Sect's Taoist arts. Apart from the seven-star demon-killing array, which is the Taoist art of using flying swords, there is no magic weapon to control the flying swords. Over the years, Maoshan Sect will definitely get some magic weapons and flying swords by chance. And no one in Maoshan Sect uses flying swords, so these flying swords have been put here, and they accumulate more and more.

If the Qingcheng Sect saw that there were so many flying swords in the Maoshan Sect, they would definitely be angry to death. Unfortunately, there was no sect in the Wu Sect that used flying swords. The flying swords of the Qingcheng Sect are still in their hands and are useless. When Zhao Lingjun thought of the pitiful appearance of the Qingcheng Sect, he sighed again.

After a sigh, Zhao Lingjun began to pay attention to other magic weapons.

However, compared with the colorful magic weapon flying sword, Maoshan Sect does not have many magic weapons in this treasure ​​guide. So Zhao Lingjun saw a slightly flat crystal clear pot on the mahogany shelf placed in the innermost mahogany.

"The demon-raising pot?" As soon as you see this small pot, these three words naturally appeared in Zhao Lingjun's mind.

Zhao Lingjun couldn't help but walk forward and took the crystal clear pot into his hand.

The small pot made of white jade was filled with heart-pounding magic fluctuations. As soon as Zhao Lingjun picked up this small pot, he knew that even if this small pot was not a magic pot, it was definitely not an ordinary product.

Zhuque, who was standing not far behind Zhao Lingjun, also felt the magic power fluctuations on Zhao Lingjun's small pot. He was about to walk forward to see what happened, but at this moment, a burst of exclamations came from outside the hall.

"What's going on?" Zhuquezi was stunned. Before he could react, Qing Lan, who was standing not far from the door, had turned into a blue cloud and rushed out of the treasure ​​view.

When Gu Xuanbei and others entered the treasure, a group of people from the Wu Sect were left behind, guarding Qinglong and others who were lying on the ground half-dead.

But now these people from the Wu Sect lay down on the ground, and a few of them looked quite injured and looked full of pain.

The fake Zhuque and others on the ground were still lying half-dead, but the fake Qinglong had no idea where he had gone.

Seeing this scene, anyone could have thought that it must be the fake Qinglong. He took advantage of the inattention of these guardians, attacking the guardians of the Wumen, and then used a trick to escape. "Damn." As soon as Zhuque rushed out of the treasure ​​view, he immediately shouted in anger.

But Zhuque's voice had just disappeared, and a blue cloud fell in front of Zhuque.

With a "bang", Qinglan threw the fake Qinglong like a pig's head on the ground in front of everyone, and said with a smile. "If he hadn't been seriously injured and had cast a spell to consume too much potential when he just escaped, I might not have caught up with him."

"You run again." Zhuque was already angry, but when he saw Qinglan throwing the fake Qinglong in front of him, he calmed down.

"I dare not, I dare not again." But the fake Qinglong became even more scared when he saw Zhuque's expression. He lay on the ground and kowtowed, snotting and tearing. The more pitiful it was.

Zhuque originally thought these guys were quite pitiful. He didn't even know who he was alive until now. He wanted to plead with Zhao Lingjun later and let these guys go. But this guy actually took advantage of Zhuque and others' absence, and injured so many people and ran away. Zhuque had no only sympathy for this guy in his heart. Moreover, this guy looked so disgusting now that Zhuque felt nauseous and felt that the monster's face had been lost.

"I'll ask you one last question." So after looking at Zhao Lingjun, Zhuque coldly told the fake Qinglong.

"I said, I said, if I know, I will definitely say it." The fake Qinglong nodded desperately.

"Okay, is that the demon-refining pot that Mu Daolin usually uses for you when practicing?" Zhuque pointed to the small pot made of white jade in Zhao Lingjun's hand and said to Qinglong.

"Yes." As soon as Qinglong saw the small white jade pot in Zhao Lingjun's hand, he couldn't help but reveal a look of greed in his eyes.

As soon as he saw Qinglong showing such a vision, Zhuque felt even more disgusted with this fake Qinglong.

"Then how about I invite you to live in the demon refining pot?" After taking a look at Zhao Lingjun, Zhuque said to the fake Qinglong.

"Is this true?"

The demon-raising pot, which is the demon-refining pot that the fake Qinglong and others think, not only contains a rich demonic energy, but also stores the demon souls collected by Maoshan Sect over the years. Every time they go in to practice, the fake Qinglong and others enter the country quickly. Although the fake Qinglong is seriously injured and exhausted his Taoist power, if he can enter, he may soon recover. When he saw the demon-raising pot in Zhao Lingjun's hand, the fake Qinglong showed such a greedy expression was precisely because of this. However, the fake Qinglong never thought that Zhuque would tell him to let him go in and live. When he heard it, he was trembling all over.

"Of course it's true." Zhuque looked at the fake Qinglong and said seriously. "I asked for the last time, do you want to enter the Demon Practice Pot and live there?"

"Yes." The fake Qinglong was afraid that he would hesitate any more, so Zhuque would not let him stop and nodded quickly.

"Okay. I'll let you stay in the demon refining pot." Zhuque's answer made the fake Qinglong very happy.

"You, you're wrong, it's not that pot..." But what shocked the fake Qinglong was that Zhuque did not take the small pot made of white jade from Zhao Lingjun's hand, but directly took out the silver slender pot from his arms and pointed it at him. Before the fake Qinglong could finish his words, Zhuque had already pulled out the lid on the silver slender pot and aimed it at the fake Qinglong.

A ray of light flashed by, and the fake Qinglong disappeared into the silver slender pot in the hand of Zhuque.

"This is what you said you want to enter the Demon Refining Pot, so I can't blame me." After seeing the fake Qinglong disappear into the light emitted by the Demon Refining Pot in his hand, Zhuque slowly covered the lid of the Demon Refining Pot and shook it hard, as if shaking a bottle of mixed juice drinks from the Farmer's Orchard.

"Boss, what should I do with the remaining three?" When shaking the demon-refining pot, Zhuque still looked vicious, but after shaking, he didn't know what to do. Looking at the half-dead monster lying on it, Zhuque felt a little depressed and couldn't help but turn his head to ask Zhao Lingjun.

Of course, Zhuque's depressed appearance did not hide from Zhao Lingjun's eyes. Zhuque has followed Zhao Lingjun for so long, Zhao Lingjun knows his number one gold medal thug. Zhao Lingjun knows that although Zhuque usually looks very hot, he is actually a kind-hearted guy. Zhao Lingjun knows that Zhuque is a little depressed now because he killed a monster with his own hands. Because no matter what, Zhuque is also a monster.
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