Time Traveling: The Ultimate Cultivation of Immortals

"Wuwei, do you know what Ziqing's natal artifact is?" For some reason, Lan Chuya suddenly thought of Yun Ziqing, and according to his aptitude, he must come here.

"You need to ask him about this in person. The natal spiritual weapon is related to a person's destiny, and destiny is connected with the way of heaven. Even if I am the number one monster, I can't spy half of it."

"So there are things you don't know." Lan Chuya snorted, and hit him unceremoniously. This monster usually thinks that he has little knowledge, and always talks like "you are too ignorant". Today can be regarded as revenge up.

"Hurry up and find your natal spiritual weapon, you know how to play tricks, and you have to learn to grow up." Wuwei took the step of retreating, and easily deciphered Lan Chuya's tricks. Don't you know a word, Jiang is still old hot!

Look, look, the feeling of the elders preaching to the younger generation came again, he was too speechless.

"Cut!" Lan Chuya waved it, pretending to be magnanimous and not bothering with Wuwei, but he was cursing in his heart, who taught it all this, it's too cunning?

As he walked, Lan Chuya was horrified to discover a strange phenomenon. Those spiritual artifacts seemed to be afraid of him. Every time he went to a place, those spiritual artifacts quickly moved away from him, showing anxiety, for fear of being late. As if he would kill him.

"This... is this becoming a spirit again?" Lan Chuya was dumbfounded, and glanced at You Rongcheng who was closest to him, and there was nothing unusual about the spirit weapon beside him.

"Why is it only my place that is different?" Lan Chuya was about to cry, there is a ghost here!

No matter what happens, life has to go on...

Lan Chuya took two deep breaths, and continued to walk forward. Although those spiritual weapons avoided him like plague gods, they didn't hurt him anyway. There was nothing to be afraid of, just scaring himself.

This is Lan Chuya, no matter how bad the situation is, he can always find reasons to comfort him.

"Wuwei, I don't think there is any spiritual weapon for me in this world of endless spiritual tools. You have been tricked."

After walking for a long time, Lan Chuya stopped and looked up at the sky. As far as his eyes could see, those spiritual weapons instantly turned into a shining meteor and fled to the distance, as if his eyes could kill them .

"Forget it, don't look for it, you can just grab a hand and use it." Wuwei pondered for a moment, he saw everything that happened along the way, Lan Chuya's situation here is really special, maybe he needs some special opportunity In order to obtain your own natal spirit weapon.

"Okay." Lan Chuya looked around and sighed, he's not the god of plague, so why hide from him so far?

"Give me a hand." Lan Chuya growled, he was so angry.

The world was quiet for a moment, and then a small dart flew over tremblingly and landed in Lan Chuya's palm, trembling all over, terrified.

If it hadn't been the weakest mana, it wouldn't have been suppressed by everyone and flew into Lan Chuya's hands. It's too scary!

"Am I that scary?" Lan Chuya murmured, with sadness.

Unexpectedly, the dart that finally flew into his palm fled away in an instant, and disappeared into the endless world of spiritual weapons, and it was never seen again.

"This... this is too bullying!" Lan Chuya stared blankly at his empty palm, feeling that even a small dart looked down on him.

No tail, "..."

"Those spiritual artifacts are afraid of me, so I can only let Xiaobao get them. Xiaobao, come out and help me get the spiritual artifacts." Lan Chuya called in his heart, but there was no response.

The treasure hunting beast has been quiet since entering the world of endless spiritual tools. Compared with the anxious and irritable outside, now it is so well-behaved that it almost seems to be asleep.

"Did you really fall asleep?" Lan Chuya poked his consciousness over, and the treasure hunter was lying in his sleeve pocket, sprawled all over, with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, sound asleep.

"The days are too good." Lan Chuya admitted that he was jealous, and reached out to lift the treasure hunter upside down and shake it.

"Wake up, Little Treasure, come out and help soon." Lan Chuya felt that he was so sad that he wanted to beg for an animal.

"A purple spirit fruit." The treasure hunter opened his sleepy eyes and didn't mind being held upside down. He yawned and stretched his limbs. At this moment, its fur stood up like a plush toy. , cute and flexible at the same time, making people want to rub it.

But now, Lan Chuya doesn't want to rub it, but wants to flatten it.

"Can you not take advantage of the fire to rob the lion and open your mouth?" Lan Chuya was filled with grief and indignation, his face was gone, and the spiritual fruit was almost gone.

"Otherwise, we won't talk about it." Treasure Hunting Beast stretched out a small finger and waved it, which means there is no way.

Lan Chuya suddenly felt that his whole life was bleak, Wuwei wanted his blood, Treasure Hunting Beast wanted his belongings, he, he, he...

"make a deal."

"That's right." The treasure hunting beast spread out its small animal claws, and hooked it with its fingers, as if it was determined to eat you.

Lan Chuya reluctantly took out a purple spirit fruit, "Hurry up and get me a handful."

"Master, obey." There was no one around, and the treasure hunting beast jumped out without any cover.

Lan Chuya stood there waiting, looking at the empty surroundings, he really felt that the world was too hostile to him.

After a while, the Treasure Hunting Beast came back and looked up at Lan Chuya, "Master, spread your hands, I will jump into your hands and give you the spirit weapon."

"Didn't you get the spirit weapon?" Lan Chuya looked at the treasure hunter who had nothing in his hand, depressed and wondering

"I got it." Satisfied, the Treasure Hunting Beast jumped onto Lan Chuya's palm, took out an embroidery needle and placed it gently in his palm, "Here, this is the spiritual weapon I got for you, keep it."

The embroidery needle was trembling all over, and it was so frightened that it was bent... It wanted to curl up into a roll to protect itself!

Lan Chuya didn't have time to say anything, and he didn't have time to react, so he quickly threw the embroidery needle into the Qiankun space. Seeing it like that, he should run away again.

"You, you, you actually found me an embroidery needle, which is smaller than the dart just now. You give me back the purple spirit fruit." Lan Chuya was angrily, full of regret.

"No, the embroidery needle is also a spiritual tool, and you have already accepted it." Treasure Hunter retorted confidently, then scurried into Lan Chuya's sleeve pocket, squinted his eyes and continued to sleep, this place is so comfortable.

"You're ruthless!" Lan Chuya growled through gritted teeth.

At this time, You Rongcheng, Kong Zinan, and Kong Zibei flew towards Lan Chuya at a high speed. They all found their natal spiritual weapons and came to join Lan Chuya.

"Jun Yao, what's the matter with you?" You Rongcheng was the first to go to Lan Chuya's side, and it was a bit strange to see the angry look on his face.

"It's okay, have you found the natal artifact?" Lan Chuya quickly suppressed his resentment towards the treasure hunting beast, and then smiled faintly.

"I found it." You Rongcheng spread his hands, and in the blink of an eye, there was an extra ax in his hand.

The ax was more than three times bigger than You Rongcheng's spiritual axe, and it was full of rust, as if soaked in endless years in the long river of history, exuding an ancient atmosphere.

A red high-temperature flame surrounds the ax body, as if it is being tempered.

In addition, the body of the ax is covered with complicated and simple patterns. These patterns seem to be painted with blood. There are countless resentful souls on the axe, revealing an evil color.

"Jun Yao, have you seen it clearly?" You Rongcheng's expression was a little uneasy, the ax seemed to be eroding his heart, competing for his will, trying to control him.

"Well, you can put it away." Lan Chuya nodded, the pressure of the world-opening ax was too great, squeezing his chest, and it was difficult to breathe.

Just when the ax was taken into Qiankun Space by You Rongcheng, Confucius Nan and Kong Zibei rushed over together, "Brother Lan, Brother You."

"You..." Lan Chuya didn't even need to ask, the other party had already shown their natal spirit weapon.

To the south of Confucius is a pagoda with a total of nine floors. From top to bottom, the pagoda contains the spells of wind, rain, thunder, lightning, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.

To the north of Confucius is a golden bowl. This bowl is very extraordinary. It seems that there is a faint voice of the Buddha. Can't break it.

"You all found the natal spirit weapon, but I couldn't find it anyway." Lan Chuya patted his face, he was so unlucky!

The three of them never thought that Lan Chuya would not be found. In their hearts, Lan Chuya must be the first to find it.

"Jun Yao, then what did you find?" You Rongcheng's eyes showed concern, but then, a strange expression appeared on his face.

"An embroidery needle." Lan Chuya spread out his hand for the three of them to see, and then immediately put it back into the space. This spiritual weapon can run away, and if it's too late, he won't even be able to get an embroidery needle.

You Rongcheng's expression was even weirder, but Confucius Nan and Kong Zibei looked unbelievable, how could it be possible?

"Jun Yao, can you explain what's going on here?" You Rongcheng stretched out his finger and pointed around, there was an empty space, and the fear of running away at a high speed seemed to still be in the air.

"They ran away because they were afraid of me." Lan Chuya's face collapsed, and he didn't try to hide it. The main reason was that he couldn't think of any other excuses, so he simply told the truth.

"Brother Lan, what have you done?" Confucius Bei was in disbelief.

Every spirit weapon that has passed the years will be born with a spirit. The spirit has only one consciousness, which is to kill.

Once the spirit weapon is activated, it means that the fight has begun.

And the emotion of fear and fear, Qi Ling does not have it, unless it is instinct.

In other words, these weapon spirits escaped because of instinctive fear, but Lan Chuya was only at the second level of Qi Condensation, how could it be possible to have such a large spiritual pressure, so that the weapon spirits instinctively fled in fear?

This is impossible!

Confucius South's reaction was similar to that of Confucius North's. This was completely impossible, but it was so real in front of his eyes. Suddenly, he felt that the whole world was in chaos, and his thinking seemed to be in chaos.

"I didn't do anything other than walk around here and try to sense the natal spiritual weapon." Lan Chuya spread his hands with an innocent expression on his face. He also wanted to know what happened.

Three people, "..."

"Jun Yao, do you still want to continue looking for the natal artifact?" You Rongcheng didn't know what to say, so he changed the subject.

"I won't look for it anymore, let's talk about it later." Lan Chuya looked around, there was nothing, how to look for it?

"Then let's go out, it seems like it's been a long time since we came in." You Rongcheng patted Lan Chuya's shoulder comfortingly, this incredible scene made him not know what to say.

"Let's go." Lan Chuya nodded, turned and walked towards Shimen with a blank expression.

The moment they walked out of the stone gate, the names of You Rongcheng, Confucius Nan, and Confucius Bei shone with a crystal light blue light on the stone tablet in the square, instead of the golden light before, which shocked everyone in the square and erupted at the same time. There was a burst of exclamation.

"Well, these few people will definitely be trained by the sect, and they actually found their own natal spirit weapon. You must know that the natal spirit weapon appeared when the senior brother entered the secret realm to hunt for treasure. I didn't expect it to appear again. There are still three!"

"Aren't they lucky too?"

"Yeah, having a natal spiritual weapon is equivalent to doubling the combat power out of thin air. This is a good thing that many people can't even dream of!"

Yun Ziqing didn't intend to open his eyes at first, but the word "natural weapon" made him sensitive. He opened his eyes to look at the huge stone tablet, and landed on the first name, but it was not what he imagined. Lan Chuya How is this possible without getting the natal artifact?