The Daily Life of the Immortal King

This sword light... is definitely the brown aura that appeared on the screen before the space explosion!

The East Bureau Bureau suddenly realized.

Sure enough, just as the Palace Master had analyzed, that spirit sword was very unusual!

This is an indescribable feeling, it is difficult to describe in words, the sword light has not yet approached, and the great oppressive force is shrouded in distance.

After getting familiar with this light, the East Bureau Bureau finally saw the sword body of the spirit sword from the light.

This is actually... a peach wood sword?

It's just a peach wood sword, why is it abnormal data like nine question marks?

Although judging from the sword energy, this sword seems to be really strong... But the middle-aged man felt that 80% of the instruments used to detect the combat power index of the magic weapon had a problem!

"No matter what, since the government chief found you, I have to take you back first."

The head of the East Bureau frowned, staring at this gorgeous sword glow, raising his hands and sacrificing a few small flags, the flagpoles of these small flags were as black as ink and covered with fine lines. Showing off against the wind, he quickly zoomed in and surrounded himself.

In an instant, a space force formed and turned into a barrier to resist the pressure.

Wang Ling and Thunder Throwing True Monarch were in the bedroom on the second floor, looking at this scene from a distance, Wang Ling recognized the age of this banner at a glance, at least it was a product of the ancient times, and was left behind by the old devil The black dagger was of the same age.

"The foundation of this Immortal Mansion is so deep?" Thunder Throwing True Monarch couldn't help but sighed.

Because according to Tan Qian's return, the person who came here is just a seat in the Eastern Bureau, at best like the role of an outer sect elder. And such an outer sect elder actually holds an ancient magic weapon in his hand, how rich are those inner sects?

With the legal flags protecting him, the middle-aged man felt much less pressure. Although he couldn't control these ancient legal flags 100%, the power he exerted was very limited. However, in his opinion, the barrier constructed by the ancient French flag, which is comparable to the first-class holy artifact, is enough to block the invasion of this sword energy.

Moreover, the protection of the French flag is not his only purpose.

His ultimate goal is to capture this spirit sword, and the French flag lingering around him, in ancient times, was a powerful magic weapon that suppressed the sword spirit by capturing the sword energy.

"The flag of this seat has captured countless spirit swords in ancient times, so what if you are strong?" The East Bureau Bureau stared at the brown aura surging in front of him and sneered. , the surrounding French flags scattered from the Liuhe Bahuang in an instant. With the power of the French flags, the flagpoles were arranged in the void and turned into a huge cage.

"It's actually the Zhenling Flag?" Thunder Throwing Zhenjun exclaimed and recognized the origin of these flags: "In the past, many famous spirit swords on the sword list were brutally killed by this magic weapon. I heard that this magic weapon was created. People from Zhenling Banner have an unusual relationship with Old Demon Han."

Wang Ling opened his heavenly eyes to the extreme, and looked over at the Zhenling Banner.

In the Impression of Thunder Throwing True Monarch, this should be the first time he observed Wang Ling's opening of his heavenly eyes from a close distance. The golden petals that scattered his pupils seemed to gather endless spiritual energy, giving people an unreal feeling. Sense of fear.

He didn't dare to look directly, he could only observe quietly with his peripheral vision...

With his eyes fixed on the Zhenling Banner in the void, Wang Ling frowned deeply.

The ancient instruments that appear in the world now all have one thing in common, that is, they have all lost their spirits. It is precisely because these are unowned things that have lost their artifact spirits that they are used by some monks now. An ancient magic weapon with an artifact spirit, but it is absolutely impossible to drive it with the spirit of transformation.

However, through the eyes of Wang Ling, he could see many strange laws lingering around the town spirit flag.

Therefore, this magic weapon was very strange in Wang Ling's eyes. He felt that someone was remotely manipulating the magic tool, and this East Bureau seat might not be the real owner of this magic tool.

This was something Wang Ling felt a little strange.

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At this time, the cage that the Zhenling Banner had turned into had already shrouded Jingke.

The middle-aged man looked at the front with a calm expression on his face, quietly waiting for this peach wood sword sword spirit to appear.

After a while, he saw that under the cage, the spiritual light on the peach wood spirit sword dissipated and gradually transformed into its true form. This was a child in brown clothes and white robes, who looked like he was only ten years old, and his little white face was indifferent. looked at him.

Jingke raised his head, looked at the huge Zhenling Banner cage, and sighed: "No, chat..."

He originally thought that this was a magic weapon that he could compete with, so he transformed into his true form and came out to feel it himself, but the fact made him very disappointed.

After about ten seconds...

This cage is just like the golden tower of King Tota to collect demons, and a purple light is emitted from the bottom to shine on Jingke.

This is a special aura that can suppress the vast majority of spirit swords and spirits in a very short period of time.

Under the light of the purple aura, Jing Ke yawned and looked at him indifferently, without resisting, and his face was not even a trace of waves.

"Success!" The middle-aged man was overjoyed when he saw that Jingke didn't move. The longer the purple light shines, the weaker the sword spirit will be.

So he stood in the distance, watching Jing Ke as if standing under the light of purple aura like a microwave oven...

Five minutes later...

"Enough time!" The middle-aged man was overjoyed and walked slowly in the direction of Jingke, feeling the refreshing feeling of picking up vegetables when he used to play a happy farm.

He is the last step away from being promoted to the top of the Immortal Mansion!

He approached Jingke's side, made a seal on his hands, and finally held up his hands high.

"Take it!" After a loud shout, following Ziguang's lead, he saw the sword spirit in front of him being withdrawn into the cage little by little.

The huge cage in the void gradually shrunk, and finally it only became as big as the palm of a hand, and fell into the hands of the Eastern Bureau Chief.

That's it...successful?

The middle-aged man was holding the cage and was beaming with joy. It all went so well!

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The whole process was very quiet. Wang Ling and Thunder Throwing True Monarch were both in the study room on the second floor, watching everything with indifference.

Let Jingke be arrested on purpose, this was in Wang Ling's plan.

"I'm really aggrieved and shocked Mr. Ke."

Thunder Throwing True Monarch put his hands on his hips and watched the middle-aged man go away with a smile like a two-hundred-pound child.

Now just wait for the East Bureau seat to bring Jingke to the headquarters of Xianfu. As soon as Wang Ling receives Jingke's signal, Thunder Throwing True Monarch and Wang Ling will directly kill him.

"Let's wait for Lord Jingke to send a signal now, and then we will go directly to the local tyrants!" Thunder Throwing True Monarch said: "Oh yes, brother! The brothers and sisters in the group just now and Luo Fatty all expressed their willingness to participate. this action."

Wang Ling: "?"

Thunder Throwing True Monarch: "It's common sense to call your brothers and sisters when you fight local tyrants!"

Wang Ling: "..."

Thunder Throwing True Monarch was very excited: "This group of people in Xianfu must be fat and oily!"