The strangeness of the Qixuan Glass Tower shocked Chang Sheng.

At first I thought it was Zhong Wuyin's ghost that was not dead, but later I thought it was wrong.

The Glazed Tower is Fan Dao's thing. Even if Zhong Wuyin is not dead, he shouldn't hide in the magic weapon of the elder of Longyan Sect.

It's not Zhong Wuyin.

The Supreme Elder of Qianyun Sect has died so much that he cannot die anymore. There must be someone else in the soul in the Qixuan Glazed Tower.

Is it the soul of the weapon?

The theory of the soul of the weapon is extraordinary and there are many ways to create it.

You can forcibly sacrifice and refine your soul into magic weapons, or you can constantly seal your evil soul into swords during countless battles, and you can also use innate materials with soul bodies to sacrifice and refine your magic weapons, or even the soul of the sword-caster's own soul escapes into it.

He did not go to check the Glazed Tower immediately, and Chang Sheng chose to leave the customs after he recovered.

Take a disguise pill, cover the silver spots on your eyelids, and return to the front yard.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard Xiaomeng's sob, and the little girl cried sadly for some reason.

"I'm really useless... I wasted ten foundation-building pills... I ended up being a qi refining period..."

In the room, the little cotton cried and the pear blossoms were raining, and his eyes swollen into peaches. It turned out that he failed to hit the realm and was still at the realm of Qi refining.

"Even ten foundation-building pills cannot become foundation-building." Chang Sheng pushed the door and said in a funny way: "Are you lazy?"

"Master! I'm not lazy!" Xiao Mianhua turned her head and saw her master. She cried even harder, and tears fell down her face.

I planned to tease my little apprentice, but it turned out to be backfired.

Chang Sheng smiled awkwardly and said, "I know that Xiao Cotton is not lazy. If there are not enough ten foundation-building pills, then there are twenty pills. Master has no other ones, and there are some elixirs."

When Xiao Cotton heard twenty foundation-building pills, Xiao Cotton wiped her tears and said, "Master, is Xiao Cotton very stupid? I can't even break through the foundation-building realm."

"No one is born smart. Not only are genius things rare, but they also have a price." When Changsheng thought of the fate of killing Tianjiao, he sighed.

"Everyone can make a breakthrough successfully, but I failed even if I make a breakthrough ten times." Xiao Mianhua said sadly, and tears came out again.

"We don't look at others, just live as ourselves." Chang Sheng rubbed Xiaomian's head and said kindly: "Look, Master has not made any breakthroughs. Master is actually very stupid, but I want to live better and eat more."

"If we can never build a foundation, will Master want Xiao Cotton?" Xiao Cotton looked at the tall master with full expectations.

She is actually not afraid of breakthrough failure. She is still young and has not had that strong expectations for the level of cultivation. What she is afraid of is that she is too stupid and is afraid of being driven out of the master.

After all, the master is a genius. If the disciple is so stupid that he cannot even break through the foundation building, wouldn’t it be a joke?

"No, never." Chang Sheng smiled and said, "Little Cotton will always be my little apprentice."

“Master is the best!”

Xiao Mianhua became happy and wanted to throw herself into her master's arms intimately, but she turned red with her face and started to giggle.

Although she couldn't grow up, she was already a ten-year-old child. She knew that there was a difference between men and women, and she knew that she respected her teachers and could no longer be stubbornly lying on her master like she was when she was a child.

Seeing Xiao Mianhua burst into tears and laughed, Changsheng told her to cook, but she hadn't eaten for a while.

Xiaomianhua agreed crisply and turned around to cook.

The little girl is so coaxing, and there is an old guy who is not easy to deal with.

After Xiao Mianhua left, Changsheng called Brother Qiao San.

First, he asked about silkworm raising, and then he deliberately led the topic to the magic weapon.

"If there is a spirit within the magic weapon, its power will be amazing. Elder Qiao can tell how many magic weapon exists in this Nanzhou area."

"This is a lot. There are at least dozens or hundreds of magic weapons in Nanzhou. The most famous one is the Demon Sword Jiuying. The demon sword is sealed with the soul of a strange beast Jiuying. It is extremely fierce. Even Uncle Master's Thousand Spirit Sword is hard to match. Only the immortal sword can be comparable to the Demon Sword Jiuying. However, the Demon Sword is too fierce, and Fan Dao dares to use it from time to time. He is afraid that the magic weapon will be backfire."

"If the demon sword backfires, what consequences will he have."

"The soul is damaged at the least, and the soul is swallowed at the worst! The soul of the weapon is not a joke, especially the vicious souls of Jiuying."

"The demon sword is just an exception. Most of the souls are relatively peaceful. They hide in magic weapons, like trapped souls."

"The metaphor of Uncle Master is really appropriate. The soul of the instrument is trapped in the magic weapon for the rest of his life, but the soul of the instrument should not be as painful as the soul of the living soul. The soul of the instrument can treat the magic weapon as its own territory. Although it is a closed space, at least it is not the final say in this space."

"What if the soul of the living soul is trapped in the magic weapon?"

"Of course, life is worse than death. Just like a prisoner imprisoned in the Iron Prison in Prison Mountain, he can't even get out of the iron cage, and he can't swim in the Iron Prison."

After saying that, Brother Qiao secretly complained, thinking that what would happen to the soul trapped in the magic weapon, and you still need to ask me? I don’t know how many souls are sealed in your Thousand Spirit Sword, do you ask me knowingly?

Although he complained in his heart, Brother Qiao San didn't dare to say it. He just answered whatever Uncle Master asked. If Uncle Master was unhappy, what should he do if he asked him to continue raising silkworms?

"Life souls are like prisoners, so what is the prison guard who can walk around in the iron prison?" Chang Sheng said to himself, and what he said was the shadows that disappeared in the Linglong Tower.

"If the Iron Prison is compared to a magic weapon, the jailer who moves around will naturally be the soul of the weapon." Brother Qiao San said.

"Have you ever seen a sneaky weapon soul?" Chang Sheng asked.

"Sneaky spirit? I haven't seen it before." Brother Qiao San shook his head.

At this time, Xiaomianhua cooked the meal, and Changsheng left Brother Qiao San to have a drink together. During the meal, he inquired about some rumors about the soul of magic weapons.

When he returned to the Chongtian Stone House, Chang Sheng's expression immediately became cold.

The shadow in the Seven Profound Glazed Glass Tower will definitely not be the soul of the weapon.

It is very likely to be a living soul.

Moreover, this life soul is very special and has not been confined to the magic weapon, but seems to be hiding in the glass tower.

What would it be...

After pondering for a while, Changsheng took out the glass tower and activated the flame spell to cover the entire magic weapon.

If you don’t know what the shadow in the glazed tower is, Changsheng cannot take this magic weapon with you with peace of mind. He would rather give it up than raise a Gu than make a disaster.

Sitting cross-legged in the stone house, Chang Sheng began to use magic to sacrifice and refine the Seven Profound Glazed Tower. He was very patient and the refining time lasted for half a day.

The flame power of the spell is limited and does almost no damage to the magic weapon.

However, if you hide something in the magic weapon, you will be unable to bear it.

Half a day later, the previous shadow appeared again on the glazed tower, as if it was being baked to disappear. The shadow appeared and made a sharp sound.

"Stop burning! You can't burn magic weapon again, stop burning!"

Hearing the sound, Chang Sheng's eyes suddenly condensed, and he used the secret method of silver pupils to stare at the shadow in the glazed tower.

The shadow cannot tell the appearance, and the whole body is as dark as a soul body.

"Who are you?" Chang Sheng asked in a deep voice.

"I am the soul of the weapon. I will help you control this magic weapon and remove the flames quickly." Shadow's voice was very rapid.

"I heard that most of the instrument souls are loyal to their masters. Unfortunately, I am not the master of Liuli Tower, so it's better for you to disappear."
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