This sound is like a pleasant and thick classical music, which is very nice. It makes people think of Zhuge Kongming, who was flirty with feather fans and silk scarves in the Later Han Dynasty, seemed extremely calm and composed when he was noble and determined to die.

This tone and tone sounds like Wuming at first glance. Wuming is a remnant soul living in the ancient source world, and its memory is naturally preserved in ancient times, so I like to call myself Gao Zong, and the tone is also the literary tone of the ancients.

But who is this person? He actually knows the secret from the source world, and even knows his true identity. To this day, he knows that he is a person who fell from the source world to the earth, and there are only An Ziqi, Qi Xue, Liu Heng, Wuming, Situ Lei, etc., and this voice obviously does not belong to any of the above.

Gao Shang couldn't help but feel nervous, and the power of the death gate that he was secretly wielding suddenly relaxed. He suddenly turned around to see the true face of the master of this deep voice.

Standing behind him was a man of similar figure as himself. He was wearing a white robe, a velvet rope tied around his waist, and an antique sword under his ribs. He stepped on cloud boots under his feet. No matter how he looked, he looked like Li Taibai, a poet of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Looking at his face again, the tiger's eyes were shining under his sword eyebrows, and his skin was extremely white, but it was not that kind of pathological pale, but it was unusually rosy and full. There were two well-proportioned beards under his nose, and his lips were a little thin, but they did not give people a sense of sourness and meanness.

Overall, the man in front of me, who was dressed in retro dress and had a righteous face, brought Gao Shang the feeling of Xin Qiji who was drunk and watching the sword with a light.

"Who is there in my brother? Why did it appear here?"

As the saying goes, when you meet King Wen, you will be polite, and when you meet King Wen, you will be in trouble. People are so polite, so Gao Shang cannot communicate with him in a vernacular way. At this moment, Gao Shang temporarily suppressed the blood that he had just decided to die and the fear brought by the purple mist wrapped around his arms. He forced a calm expression and smiled calmly, and slowly spoke in the same tone to respond.

However, the man seemed to have heard a nice joke, and directly raised his head and made the cheerful laughter that had just happened again, which made Gao Shang confused again, and a little angry expression appeared on his face: "Brother, why are you laughing at me? Could it be that I was making fun of me, Hu Luo Pingyang, and was so embarrassed by a small guardian?"

After Gao Shang finished speaking for a long time, the man barely stopped laughing, but the smile on his lips remained unabated. He seemed not afraid of Gao Shang and the eight-door golden lock formation behind him, nor did he take the purple mist giant composed of his anger seriously: "How dare you laugh at Commander Gao? I just sigh that Commander Gao is forgetting about his affairs. You and I have fought side by side for so long, but I don't even recognize my appearance."

Upon hearing this, Gao Shang was stunned and recalled quickly. He thoughts quickly turned into his mind, but he could not find the impression of such a person with elegant conversation, let alone fight with him: "Forgive me, but you should have never met before. Today, I just met by chance. How could you and I fight together?"

The man smiled mysteriously and did not respond to Gao Shang's confused question. Instead, he raised a finger and muttered to himself: "The light seal talisman seal is sealed, and the dream is clean and clean, and clumsy!"

This magic trick made Gao Shang feel extremely familiar. The next second, a dazzling white light spot condensed from the man's fingertips, which gradually expanded and stretched. Finally, it turned into a small dragon of more than half a meter long composed of pure white light.

Before Gao Shang could react, the little dragon flew straight towards Gao Shang's left arm, which was lingered by purple mist. Under Gao Shang's astonished gaze, he directly circled his arms and began to fly spiral like a spiral.

During the flight, tiny white powder particles kept sowing down from the dragon, like a butterfly sprinkled with pollen. Every little white powder particles fell on the purple smoke, causing the purple on it to burn, causing the originally rich smoke to gradually fade.

When the little dragon turned into a ray of white light and flew back to the man's fingertips, the purple mist composed of the anger on the noble arm had long disappeared without a trace. The astonishment on his face increased instead of reducing, and his mouth grew into a big "o" shape.

He had already experienced the power and difficulty in childbirth of the purple mist. He had used the strongest moves of the eight-god Golden Lock Formation in a row, "open", "birth" and "injury" of the three gates, but the man had just used a little trick and easily wiped out the difficult opponent he had to fight for his life to the point of not having any temper.

This is a spiritual space that exists in the same plane of the earth. If you want to enter here, you either have a very high level of master and have reached the level of immortals, or you must be a soul who leaves your body like you. The power that the soul can exert is only one-fifth of its original body - that is to say, this man killed an opponent that he could not even solve even if he had eight-door golden lock formations with just one-fifth of his cultivation. It is truly evident!

This man's cultivation level has at least reached the level that Wuming reached during his lifetime. He is definitely a master who is on par with the four great immortal emperors, and can even steadily suppress one of his head!

Moreover, the move just now, including the discovery of the sound in his mouth before starting the move, made Gao Shang feel extremely familiar and friendly, as if he had fought side by side with this guy there as he said.

Looking at the man's kind but serious face, Gao Shang's thought of guessing came across his mind, and he couldn't help but stare at the man with his trembling fingers, and asked in disbelief: "You...you can't be..."

The man seemed to have seen what Gao Shang was thinking, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he immediately clasped his fists and bowed: "Longhao, I have seen Commander Gao!"

Gao Shang's face was full of ecstasy, and he was even more happy than successfully setting up the Eight Gate Golden Lock Array.

As I expected, the man in front of me who spoke elegantly and had extraordinary momentum was indeed the spirit of the ancient magic weapon of Longhao Bi!

In the source world, magic weapons have always been divided into distinct levels. Some relatively low-end magic weapons, such as Jade Pupil Simplified Magic Techniques and God-Binding Ropes, belong to the lowest level in terms of workmanship and power. Their magic weapons are just ordinary and thorough magic weapons, with no secrets or mystery.

And if there are powerful magic weapons that have reached a certain level, such as Thunder God Hammer, Flying Sword, after cultivating them to a certain level, their exclusive spirit will gradually appear.

The weapon spirit is the limit and peak of the potential of magic weapons. Only when a magic weapon is refined to the point where it is independent, the weapon spirit contained in it will be awakened. Some magic weapons are some kind of ferocious beasts, evil beasts, and some high-level magic weapons can appear in human form.

The power of the weapon spirit is also directly linked to the magic weapon - like the heavy Thunder God Hammer, it is a strong man with infinite power and extremely fierceness, and the more elegant flying sword spirit is a swordsman who lie drunk on the top of Shu Mountain and has a fairy-like swordsman.

For example, some more powerful ancient magic weapons, such as the Dragon and Phoenix Divine Knives and Dragon Brushes, which are shocking the past and present, can influence the entire source world by getting one of them. Their weapon spirits naturally have reached a powerful cultivation level that is extremely close to the four great immortals.

Every cultivator can sign a soul contract with the spirit of his exclusive magic weapon. Once the contract is signed, the master and the magic weapon can reach the point of spiritual communication. With only one's own thoughts and intentions, the magic weapon can use any powerful moves, and no longer need to be troubled to summon the magic weapon and recite the magic tricks, so that it can perform its unexpected effects on the battlefield.

On weekdays, the master of the magic weapon who signed the contract can summon the weapon spirit anytime and anywhere, drink tea and chat with him, or kill the enemy with him in blood. Rather than being superiors and subordinates, the master of the magic weapon spirit and the magic weapon spirit are actually more inclined to friends who fight side by side, and can share the joys and sorrows and hardships.

Of course, every cultivator in the source world can only sign a contract with a magic weapon for the spirit of the weapon. For example, when Gao Shang was in charge of the three armies in the source world, in order to commemorate the woman who saved him, he signed a contract with the blood sword. Although the blood sword is a very powerful magic weapon, the cultivation of its spirit is far inferior to other equal ancient magic weapons. This is also one of the biggest reasons why Gao Shang was not strong enough to be a god at the time.

At least, the cultivation level of his blood sword weapon spirit was far inferior to the immortal spirit in front of him, and the elegant conversation of the dragon hair brush weapon spirit.

"Are you really the spirit of Longhao Bi?" Gao Shang's eyes could no longer hide his surprise. He could no longer care about the majestic master's airs. He directly stretched out his hands and pressed the man's shoulder hard, his tone was full of disbelief.

"That's right, just call me Longhao." Longhao smiled faintly, not rejecting Gao Shang's enthusiasm that was obviously over-examination.

"But, why are you here?"

Faced with noble questions, the dragon did not hesitate at all and answered frankly, "You are the first person I have seen in a thousand years. I naturally want to regard you as my master - the master is in trouble. As a spirit of the weapon, how can I sit still and watch?"
Chapter completed!