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"Junior brother, can you see which one is the real master?" Chen Heitan asked Zhao Hong, who abducted him.
Zhao Hong shook his head, unable to tell the difference.
They were one step behind, and when they came out, they saw two masters standing in front of them.
The breath is the same, the appearance is the same, even the posture is the same.
Wu Xuanyue was also a little dazed. He was sure that the real master came in, but he didn't know which master was the real one.
"Master, can I destroy these treasures?" Wu Xuanyue asked.
A real master would not care about these treasures.
Jiang Beichen stared straight at the treasures full of treasures.
Take it all away, and your own small treasury will be filled.
"Take it away and bring it back to the Immortal Gate!" Jiang Beichen said.
"Take it away, and bring it back to the Immortal Gate!" the dummy then said, almost at the same time as Jiang Beichen.
"Can you read my mind?" Jiang Beichen asked, and the dummy also asked.
The tone and timing of the two's conversations were almost the same.
"interesting!"
Jiang Beichen released Mahayana coercion in an instant, but in the end there were also dummies, and the coercion of the two collided together, evenly matched!
This is great!
The disciples and elders suffered, and they couldn't bear it at all when the two powerful pressures were released.
Jiang Beichen smiled and then drew out the broken sword.
"I have a broken sword, do you have one?" Jiang Beichen asked.
He didn't want to play games with the dummy slowly, there was no need for that, he directly proved his identity, and set fire to put out the dummy!
The main reason is that a dummy can see people's hearts, and Jiang Beichen is afraid that he will say that he can't see human affairs.
The dummy was stunned for a moment, he had other things, but he didn't have the broken sword.
"How could this sword"
Before the dummy finished speaking, the hilt of the sword flew over his head and absorbed him.
"It turns out that I am the sword spirit!" The dummy woke up and understood his identity.
The sword spirit joined the hilt and fell into Jiang Beichen's hands from the air.
"Sword spirit, interesting." Jiang Beichen said softly, and put the sword into the storage ring with his hands.
The surrounding treasures were also collected by Chen Heitan and the others one after another, and put into the storage ring.
Wu Xuanyue has experienced in it for a period of time, and her cultivation base has not improved much, and she can reach the late Yuanying stage.
This is still a lot of treasures snatched from the hands of the sword spirit for refining, otherwise it would not be able to improve so fast.
The way in is guided by the hilt of the sword, and the way out can only be groped blindly.
Going around, Jiang Beichen took his disciples out at night.
"I didn't expect that there are so many treasures in this psychedelic cave!" Han Xinlin said with emotion.
"Yeah, if it wasn't for the leader leading the way, we wouldn't know that the Psychedelic Cave is full of treasures!" Lao Xiao echoed.
Jiang Beichen: Actually, I went the wrong way
Now that the night is dark, everyone is resting outside the psychedelic cave, lighting a bonfire for lighting, and meditating on the spot.
Waiting for tomorrow, I am going to the Moyinluanlin.
Jiang Beichen stood on the deck, took out the broken sword and stroked it.
After getting a few fragments, Broken Sword has recovered one-third, and there is also a sword spirit in it.
Throw the sword, and the sword spirit can control the sword to attack automatically.
It's just that for some reason, the sword, which was obviously very powerful, was unable to exert its strength in Jiang Beichen's hands.
With a single strike of the sword, even fast logs can't be cut.
It's not as easy to use as the Immortal Sword.
Jiang Beichen took a deep breath and threw the broken sword into the storage ring.
In the future, all the fragments will be gathered together, and I will study it slowly.
If the collection is not complete, it will be sold.
At night, it is quiet
The magic sound is chaotic in the forest.
The surrounding vines stretched out like tentacles, and a large net woven by vines fell from the sky.
Xiao Yin blew the jade flute, controlled the surrounding vines, prevented them from approaching him, and walked forward at a faster speed.
In front, there were more and more vines, and laughter came from inside, as if to interrupt Xiao Yin's rhythm.
"Yo Ho Ho Ho Ho"
"Yo hoo hoo hoo"
Piles of white bones got up from the ground one after another, surrounded Xiao Yin, laughing wildly.
The trees with distorted grimaces are also laughing "giggle", the laugh is so penetrating, it might as well be crying.
Laughter rang out one after another from all around, directly covering Xiao Yin's Xiao sound.
The vines around her instantly attacked and killed her.
Xiao Yin escaped the attack of these vines with his flexible movement, and the prisoner cow opened his mouth, expanding Xiao Yin infinitely.
With the help of Prison Niu, Xiao Sheng overwhelmed Xiao Sheng.
The surrounding vines also lost their vitality.
Only then was Xiao Yin able to move forward.
In front of her, there is a skeleton rack holding a harp and playing it.
When Xiao Yin was not far from the skeleton shelf, he couldn't walk anymore, as if he was cut off.
I saw that in the chest of the skeleton, there was a fragment of a sword stuck in her bone.
Skeleton shelf looked up at Xiao Yin, touched the harp and made a sound, "If you beat me, Jiuxiqin will be yours."
"If you lose, your life and your body will be mine."
After the skull shelf finished speaking, it let out a weird laugh.
"Hehehehe, such a beautiful skin, I must have it!"
After finishing speaking, he took out a music score and threw it to Xiao Yin.
"Give you an hour to get familiar with the melody on the score!"
Xiao Yin took the score, and as soon as she opened it, a rhythm played in her mind, which was very mysterious.
Seeing this, the skeleton shelf lowered its head, stroked the harp, and said softly: "Sure enough, it belongs to you."
An hour passed quickly.
Xiao Yin got up and bowed to the skeleton shelf in front of him.
"Thank you senior for the gift!"
She is good at temperament and knows the value of this music score very well.
"Let's get started, you won't be able to leave if you lose."
"Yo Ho Ho Ho Ho!"
? When the skeleton finished laughing, the Jiuxiqin was played.
Xiao Yin cooperates with her main theme.
Once one of the parties fails to keep up with the melody, it is considered a loss!
When a beautiful piece of music is played, everything around seems to have changed drastically.
The dark magic sound chaotic forest has become a fairyland on earth shrouded in fairy mist.
Accompanied by divine deer, cranes circle around.
High mountains and flowing water, dragons and phoenixes rise!
This is a kind of artistic conception, the artistic conception evolved after a piece of music reaches its peak!
Xiao Yin is like a fairy, standing on the top of the mountain, her fairy skirt is swaying in the wind, her blue hair is flying, it is extremely beautiful!
However, the former skeleton has turned into a stunning woman, fiddled with Jiuxiqin with her slender hands, with a frown and a smile that is soul-stirring.
The only bad thing was that there was a piece of sword stuck in her chest, and blood was flowing.
I really didn't expect that in this life, I would still have a moment to restore my flesh and blood
The skeleton woman thought in her heart, the speed of plucking the strings was faster, she seemed very happy.
On the other hand, Xiao Yin closely followed her rhythm, once it slowed down by half a beat, the artistic conception would be broken.
The harmony of the two pianos and Xiaos played a beautiful chapter.
Suddenly,
The skeleton woman spat out a mouthful of blood, the rhythm was out of order, and the artistic conception dissipated.
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