Yan Tianjun poked his head over curiously, nodded in shock and said, "It's the real thing."

Surprise flashed in his eyes, and he was even more curious about Tu Shanjun's origins, and why this weapon spirit still had the imperial arts of the ancient emperor.

Judging from the calculations, the Soul Reverend Banner probably did not exist in ancient times.

"Can you let me have a look?"

"please."

Zhang Yajiu took the leather scroll and looked at it, and was immediately attracted to it.

Although there were only eleven words, he seemed to see the galaxy expanding, and an ancient emperor raised the weapon-forging hammer in his hand.

With his knowledge, he knew it was the real thing the first time he saw this leather scroll.

If it were a whole chapter of imperial arts, it would be enough to exchange for a divine weapon.

However, it was the real thing that made it more difficult for Zhang Yajiu to judge. Even a piece of written imperial art could be used with such charm. It would be so terrifying if it were a treasure that was originally carved with imperial art.

He slowly put down the leather scroll in his hand and said in a deep voice: "It is real and can be exchanged, but I have a condition."

"What conditions?"

"I want to see the treasure that records the imperial arts."

Tai Jing immediately said: "This is absolutely impossible!"

Zhang Yajiu glanced at Taijing, then turned to look at Ghost Saint and said: "I know that the treasure recording the emperor's art must be extraordinary. I don't expect to exchange it for a magic weapon. I only borrow it for three days and use the original one."

After the treasure records the emperor's surgery, I can hand over the Six Paths of Hell."

Taijing certainly doesn't want to jump up and down.

But it's about the ancient emperor's art.

This is Tushanjun's personal thing and has nothing to do with the sect.

If he expresses his gratitude today, how can he repay it tomorrow?

What should I tell the elders when I return to the sect?

Tu Shanjun was silent for a while and nodded: "Okay."

"Take out the Six Paths of the Underworld, and you will see the treasure that records the ancient emperor's art."

Zhang Yajiu was also very calm. He turned his palm and took out the Six Paths of the Underworld from his Dharma Realm.

The Six Paths of Underworld is in the shape of a sword as a whole, but upon closer inspection, you find that the edge of the sword is a layer of faint mysterious light, which really looks like the shadow of the underworld.

The short swords on both sides are protected by yellow springs, one long and one short. The sword jaw and the sword are connected with six rounds of Dharma, which belong to the six paths.

At the end of the long sword hilt is a solemn skeleton with closed eyes and mouth.

"The person holding this sword has six blessings on his body."

"You can see past and present lives."

"It's a pity...my weapon refining skills were not able to fully unleash the power of the six underworlds." Zhang Yajiu looked at the placed six underworlds with a flash of reluctance in his eyes.

This sword is the most unique magic weapon he has ever forged. It is not an exaggeration to say that God borrowed his palm to complete it.

Among them, the magical power is extraordinary and can be compared with the magic weapon.

"Master is so trusting, I won't hide him."

Tu Shanjun opened his mouth and spit out a small black cauldron.

Spread your palms.

The black cauldron rotates slowly.

"tripod?"

"It looks like a tripod, but in fact it is the ancient emperor's military energy."

"The most obvious thing is that monks with imperial energy can give full play to the power of divine weapons."

Recalling the origin of Emperor Qi, Tu Shanjun's voice paused slightly.

He suffered the loss of Emperor Qi back then.

If it had not been for the final act of the Heavenly King, it is still unclear who will win.

The old Heavenly King was indeed of extraordinary magnanimity. Even if he died in battle in front of the magical medicine, he did not take away the imperial energy with him, and the Chi Emperor's military skills were lost forever.

Although the two were once rivals, Tu Shanjun also respected him very much.

Looking at the small black cauldron in front of him, Tu Shanjun said with a smile: "I will trouble you fellow Taoist to stay in the temple for a while."

"The Imperial Qi is of great importance, and I cannot let my fellow Taoist take it away."

"No matter whether fellow Taoists can comprehend anything, I will also take away the imperial energy in three days."

"Of course, I will still copy the ancient emperor's military skills for fellow Taoists."

Zhang Yajiu listened carefully for fear of missing any word. His eyes were fixed on Bingjue Emperor Qi, and his voice was a little trembling: "It really is...Chi Emperor Bingjue!"
Chapter completed!