Punch In a Perfect World

  Chapter 89 The broken sword is finally here, with a mysterious charm!

  This magic mountain is too high. After two days of climbing, Shi Zhong and Xiao Budian and his team finally reached the top. They have already penetrated into the sea of ​​clouds. Looking down, there is nothing but whiteness, as if they have stepped into the heaven.

  The number of creatures on the top of the mountain gradually decreased, and those who survived to this point were all truly strong, and there were many pure-blooded beasts among them, making the little boy's eyes shine, and he wanted to fight back.

  The top of the mountain is extremely wide, as if it is in a plateau, and there are various huge stones displayed on it. They have different shapes, as if the treasures have been petrified here for too long.

   This is Fenbaoya, the legendary place where the saints shed blood during the ancient war. Most of them died in the battle here, but the treasures remained, as if they were guarding their masters.

  In a very conspicuous place on the top of the mountain stands an ancient stele, engraved with a row of bright red blood characters: "The place where the saints sleep, do not make noise and disturb, destroy Fenbao Cliff, or die!"

  The bright red word "death" splattered with killing intent, and no one would doubt its authenticity, because those who didn't believe it had turned into blood and broken bones before everyone's eyes.

   All the arrogances became cautious here, and even the enemies of life and death temporarily put aside their grievances, and quietly searched for their own good fortune here.

   "There is a treasure in this world!" Someone exclaimed in a low voice.

  Everyone looked along the place where the precious light radiated, and there was a huge stone cracked, the thick stone skin fell off, and the colorful precious light shone brightly, leaving a **** broken spear falling to the ground.

An old man with white hair knelt down on his knees and held him up. His wrinkled face was full of tears. They were the first to climb up the Fenbao Cliff. This old man who suppressed the realm searched for a long time here, and finally found And awakened the weapons of his ancestors in a special way.

   "Being out of the holy family and finding the ancestor's treasure, it's terrible." Someone exclaimed.

   "It's hard to say, this battle spear has been broken, the spirit of the weapon is dead, and none of its powers remain. It needs a lot of treasures to warm it up." Someone made a judgment.

  No matter what, that person definitely gained a lot and made people jealous.

"Let's go, go to Ghost Master's Broken Sword." Shi Zhong whispered, and at the same time asked Xiao Jin and Da Hong to find their own opportunities. With the power of this inexplicable rule, unless they break the taboo here, otherwise There shouldn't be any danger.

  There are many huge rocks on the top of the mountain, and there are many strange rocks. Some are like goshawks fighting the sky, some are like tigers descending the mountain, some are like fairy swords out of their sheaths, and some are like war halberds splitting the sky. They are very vivid and lifelike.

   "Are these the reflections of ancient real objects?" Shi Zhong secretly guessed, using the Taoist eye, but unfortunately the stone skin here has a magical power that cannot penetrate, reminding Shi Zhong of Ye Hei's source stone.

  The more you go to the middle, the more these boulders are, like a stone forest, Shi Zhong took the little one to search carefully for the broken sword of Master Gui.

   Searched around for a long time, but the two of them found nothing, but Gui Ye said "My sword..." from time to time, which made Xiao BuDian want to jump.

   "My lord, there are so many stones here, can you tell me where they are or what the sword looks like, otherwise how can I find them?"

   "Don't worry." Shi Zhong comforted, he had already discovered the clue, the ghost master's voice would only sound when he entered a certain range, probably around here.

   "Okay." Xiao BuDian regained his spirit and looked for Ghost Master's sword again.

  Suddenly, when the little boy passed a black cow dung-like stone, Ghost Master's voice suddenly became louder, and then the black stone began to crack, and black mist overflowed.

  Shi Zhong was a little speechless, which made him feel emotional, and recalled the cow dung blasted by firecrackers in his previous life, emitting black smoke, which was exactly the same as the situation in front of him.

  In that piece of cow dung stone, a piece of rotten iron skin was exposed, which could be vaguely distinguished as the appearance of a sword, but the handle of the sword had been corroded, so thin that it could barely be held.

  The blade of the sword is also full of rust. I don’t know how many years it has been buried here. There are even a few small holes on it, and the lines have been polished, leaving only a little bit.

   Xiaobu nodded his head, he thought it was a big golden sword, but after searching for a long time, it turned out to be something.

   While he was complaining in his heart, the boulder began to close again, which startled him, so he quickly held it with both hands and pulled it out vigorously.

The moment the little one held it, a picture of the battle of the ancient saints was uploaded from the hilt. The sky was full of blood, the smoke was billowing, the stumps and broken arms were flying, and the endless land was sunk. Thousands of bloodshed.

  He was rushed by the evil spirit in the picture, his throat was sweet, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Fortunately, the small crystal tower in his hair trembled slightly, and he suppressed the killing intent.

   "Hoo..." Xiaobudian let out a long breath, adjusted his internal breath, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pulled out the broken sword from the cow dung stone with a clang with all his strength.

  Ghost Master's voice of "My Sword" no longer sounded.

  The little boy suddenly felt relaxed, and a big stone fell to the ground in his heart. He put away the black "sword" as if it were a treasure, and the onlookers covered their mouths and laughed.

   "You know what a fart." The little boy muttered, if he found the treasures left by other saints, his strength would increase at most, but if he couldn't find this broken sword, his life would be lost.

  Little Budian was full of joy, with a smile on his face again.

  Shi Zhong also breathed a sigh of relief, really happy for the little one.

  Xiao Jin and Da Hong are still looking for opportunities, and Shi Zhong also wants to try his luck, shuttling through this stone forest, hoping to gain something.

   Each of these boulders seems to hide a shocking treasure, but unfortunately, the stone bell's Taoist eye can't see through anything, and can only slightly feel the charm of it, some strong and some weak.

  However, the things in these stones appear involuntarily, and no one can do anything about them. If they attack maliciously, they will be directly obliterated by the power of this part of Baoya's rules, without any sympathy or reason.

  Shi Zhong touched his nose depressedly, he was not reconciled, and walked straight to the deepest part of this stone forest.

  Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, the surrounding situation did not change much, and the strange stone was laid out perfectly, without cracks or precious light, but Shi Zhong always felt that something was wrong, as if something was missing.

   "It's charm!"

  Shi Zhong woke up with a start. I don’t know when it started. The charm inside the stones around him gradually diminished until it disappeared completely, as if the treasure inside had been taken away, leaving only those empty shells.

Shi Zhong used all the power of the runes in his body to activate the eyes of the Taoist fetus. The silver light shot out of the eyes was as real as the essence. He finally discovered the clues. There were some faint golden lines flowing under these boulders, as if there were Like something flowing.

  Stone Bell turned around, observed carefully, and found that almost all the stones have such a thin line of golden lines at the foot, they are spread like spider webs, and they flow to the same place by coincidence.

  (end of this chapter)