This sword light … was definitely the same brown spirit light that had appeared on the screen before the space had exploded!
The eastern branch chief suddenly realized.
Sure enough, it was as Master had analyzed, that spirit sword was very unusual!
It was an indescribable feeling that was hard to describe in words. Before the sword light even got close, a great oppressive force enveloped him from afar.
After familiarizing himself with this light, the eastern branch chief finally saw the body of the spirit sword in it.
This was actually … a peach wood sword?
It was just a peach wood sword, so why did it have such abnormal data as nine question marks?
Judging from the sword qi, this sword did indeed seem very strong … but the middle-aged man felt that there was probably something wrong with the instrument used to detect the combat strength of a magic weapon!
"In any case, since Master has found you, I can only take you back first."
The eastern branch chief frowned as he stared at the dazzling sword gleam. He raised his hand and took out a few small flags. The flagpoles of these flags were as black as ink and were covered with fine veined patterns. They spread out in the wind and swiftly enlarged to surround him.
In the blink of an eye, a wave of spatial energy formed, turning into a barrier that resisted the pressure.
Wang Ling and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal were in the bedroom on the second floor. Watching this scene from a distance, Wang Ling could tell at a glance that these flags were from ancient times at the very least, and were from the same era as the black dagger that the old devil had left behind.
"This Immortal Mansion actually has such a deep foundation?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal couldn't help clicking his tongue and sighing.
Because according to Tan Qian's report, the person who had come was just an eastern branch chief, who at best played the role of an outer sect elder. And such an outer sect elder actually had an ancient artifact in his hand. Just how rich was this group of inner sect disciples?
With the protection of the magic flags, the middle-aged man felt a lot less pressure. He couldn't control these ancient magic flags one hundred percent, and the power they could exert was very limited. But in his opinion, this barrier made up of ancient magic flags, which were comparable to first-class holy weapons, was enough to block the invasion of this sword qi.
Furthermore, the protection of the magic flags wasn't his only goal.
His ultimate goal was to capture this Spirit Sword. In ancient times, the Dharma Flags hovering around him were powerful artifacts that could suppress sword spirits by capturing Sword Qi.
"My magic flag has captured countless spiritual swords in ancient times. So what if you're strong?" The eastern branch chief stared at the surging brown spirit light in front of him and sneered. With a flip of his palm, specks of divine waves appeared, and the dharma flags around him instantly scattered in all directions. With the power of the dharma flags, the flagpoles lined up in the void and turned into a huge cage.
"It's the Spirit Suppressing Flag?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal exclaimed as he recognized the magic flags. "Many famous spirit swords on the list of swords once fell victim to this magic weapon. I heard that the person who created these spirit-subduing flags has an unusual relationship with Old Demon Han."
Wang Ling opened his Heavenly Eye to the extreme and looked at the spirit-subduing flags.
From what Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal could remember, this was probably the first time he had seen Wang Ling's Heavenly Eye up close. The golden petals in those pupils seemed to be gathering boundless spirit power, which gave off an unreal sense of fear.
He didn't dare look directly at it, and could only observe it out of the corner of his eye.
Wang Ling frowned deeply as he stared at the spirit-subduing flags in the void.
All the magic weapons from ancient times that had appeared in the world now had one thing in common: they had all lost their weapon spirits. It was precisely because they were masterless objects without weapon spirits that some cultivators nowadays used them. An ancient magic weapon with a weapon spirit would never be able to be operated by a Soul Formation cultivator.
But through his Heavenly Eye, Wang Ling could see many strange nomological laws hovering around the spirit-subduing flags.
Thus, this magic weapon was very strange to Wang Ling. He felt that someone was remotely controlling the artifact, and that the eastern branch chief might not be the true owner of the artifact.
This was something that Wang Ling felt was a little strange.
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…
At that moment, the cage formed by the spirit-subduing flags had already enveloped Jingke.
The middle-aged man looked ahead with a calm expression on his face as he quietly waited for the peach wood sword's sword spirit to appear.
A moment later, he saw the peach wood sword's spirit light dissipate under the cage, and it gradually took on its original form. It was a child in a brown and white robe who looked to be only ten years old, and was looking at him coldly with his fair little face.
Looking up at the huge spirit-subduing flag cage, Jingke sighed. "No, chat …"
He had thought that this was a magic weapon that could compete with him, which was why he had taken on its original form to personally experience it. But the reality was very disappointing.
About ten seconds later …
This cage was like the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King's Golden Pagoda, which had captured demons. A purple light shone from below on Jingke's body.
This was a special spirit light that could suppress most spirit sword spirits for a very short period of time.
Illuminated by the purple spirit light, Jingke yawned and looked on indifferently. He didn't resist, and there wasn't the slightest ripple on his face.
"Success!" Seeing that Jingke didn't move, the middle-aged man was overjoyed. The longer the purple light shone, the weaker the sword spirit would be.
So he stood in the distance and watched as Jingke stood under the purple spirit light as if it were a microwave oven …
Five minutes later …
"That's enough time!" The middle-aged man was overjoyed as he slowly walked in Jingke's direction, feeling as refreshed as when he had collected vegetables when he had played Happy Farm.
He was just one step away from being promoted to a high level of Immortal Mansion!
He approached Jingke, formed a magic seal with his hands, and finally raised them high.
"Withdraw!" With a loud shout, he followed the purple light and saw the sword spirit in front of him being drawn back into the cage bit by bit.
The huge cage in the air gradually shrank until it was the size of a palm and fell into the eastern branch chief's hands.
Just like that … he succeeded?
Holding the cage, the middle-aged man was overjoyed. Everything had gone too smoothly!
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…
The whole process was very quiet. Wang Ling and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal were in the study on the second floor, watching everything with indifferent expressions on their faces.
Deliberately getting Jingke arrested had been part of Wang Ling's plan.
"Lord Jingke has truly been wronged."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal put his hands on his hips as he watched the middle-aged man laugh like a two-hundred-kilogram child as he walked away.
Now, they just had to wait for this eastern branch chief to take Jingke to Immortal Mansion's headquarters. As soon as Wang Ling received Jingke's signal, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Wang Ling would directly attack.
"Now, we just have to wait for Lord Jingke's signal. When the time comes, we'll directly fight the nouveau riche!" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal said. "Oh, that's right, Brother Ling! Just now, the brothers and sisters in the group and Fatty Luo all said that they want to participate in this operation. "
Wang Ling: "?"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "It's common sense to call your brothers and sisters when you're fighting a nouveau riche!"
Wang Ling: "…"
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