On how the cannon fodder attack is counterattacked by the protagonist

When Ru Sang was about to untie the formation on the gate at the end of the passage, Wei Qing finally came back to his senses, but it was because of the rustling behind him.

The man turned around, and saw that the passage they came from was gradually filled with accumulated water, but the water came from nowhere.

Fingers twisted out a low-grade spirit stone, Wei Qing frowned and threw it out, the spirit stone fell into the water and splashed a layer of water, then submerged in it and never seen again, without even making a sound.

This was not normal, even if there was water coming up, it shouldn't have accumulated so deep in a short while, and this black mass of water always gave him a bad feeling.

Thinking about it, Wei Qing used his spiritual power to condense and cast a long ice edge, and slowly inserted the ice edge into the water with the object control technique. Sure enough, the accumulated water seemed to be infinitely deep, swallowing the ice edge inch by inch.

Wei Qing frowned even tighter. The ice edge was transformed by his own spiritual power. He could feel that when the pool of black water touched the ice edge, there seemed to be a huge devouring power that swallowed the spiritual power in one gulp.

The dark and damp power makes people feel ominous.

"Hey, how long will it take to untie the formation? I really can't do it directly by violence." Wei Qing took a step back, and the black water spread very fast, almost reaching his feet.

"Don't worry, hurry up." Ru Sang said back to him, and felt that it was strange that the man suddenly urged him, and when he turned around, he was startled by the scene in front of him.

With trembling fingers, he pointed back and forth at the black water in front of him and in the distance, and his words were a little awkward: "Hey, how can there be spirit-eating water here? When did they come out?"

Wei Qing patted the young man on the head and said, "I still want to ask you, didn't you say which door is the birth door? Which door can be so dangerous behind?"

"But that is indeed the door of life. I can only say that there are dangers behind every door, and maybe the danger behind the door of life is less." Ru Sang replied, her cheeks flushed, and she felt that what she said It's fallacy.

Wei Qing was a bit dumbfounded, but this guy was able to pull out this reasoning: "Forget it, you don't care about this spirit-eating water, and concentrate on destroying the formation on the door so that we have a chance of survival."

In any case, the other party's words did remind him that even behind the Shengmen there would be unpredictable dangers, so he couldn't break the door at will.

Pushing out two palms, several ice walls rose from the ground, preventing the black water from spreading. Wei Qing withdrew his hands and retreated to the boy, only to see the boy frowning, his fingers swiftly wandering around the door.

As the name suggests, the spirit-devouring water can devour all things made by spiritual power, and the more spiritual power it devours, the more it accumulates. Wei Qing's move is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst.

If the teenagers can't break the formation as soon as possible, it will be their turn to become the food of the spirit devouring water after several ice walls are devoured.

"All right!"

Ru Sang wiped the sweat from her forehead. After the formation was broken, the light flashed across, and the door slowly moved away and disappeared into the wall.

Wei Qing carried the young man in one hand, and patched up an ice wall with the other. The moment the black water rushed up, he jumped into another room, and the stone door popped out of the wall and closed with a bang.

"Won't this water come over?" Wei Qing asked with a frown as he stood still with the boy in his arms.

"No, no, the spirit-devouring water lives by devouring spiritual power. When it encounters objects without spiritual power, it is no different from ordinary water." Ru Sang explained repeatedly, before swallowing her saliva.

"Just now I completely broke the formation on the door. There is absolutely no spiritual power left on it. Facing an ordinary stone door, I guess there is no way to devour the spirit water."

Regarding the young man's explanation, Wei Qing was noncommittal. If he encountered an object without spiritual power, the spirit devouring water was no different from ordinary water, but its essence was still water, and it was still possible to seep through the gap in the stone gate.

"Let's go, get out of here quickly." Thinking of this, Wei Qing didn't have time to think about where the spirit-eating water came from, and pulled the boy forward in a hurry.

Ru Sang was dragged halfway by him until they came to a room full of various weapons.

"They're all magical weapons and spiritual weapons." The young man sighed and couldn't help but look around. He couldn't help it, he had never seen so many good weapons.

Weapons in the realm of comprehension can be divided into magical weapons, spiritual weapons, treasure weapons and even the highest level of divine weapons according to their grades. Each grade also has its own grade division. Top, middle and bottom are the simplest way to divide.

Not to mention the highest-level weapons that are almost invisible like artifacts, even treasures are rare in the world, and although there are many magical weapons and spiritual weapons, there are definitely not many of such high quality as the present.

Wei Qing couldn't help but touched his belt, this thing between magic weapon and spiritual weapon was given by his apprentice.

Just now after he stepped into this room, he tried to release his consciousness, but as expected, there was still no response, which meant that he still couldn't determine the location of his apprentice.

"You pick a few and bring them with you, and we'll leave here." Wei Qing didn't forget that there was spirit devouring water chasing behind the two of them, and it would be even more serious if that thing appeared suddenly like before.

Ru Sang nodded, turned around and focused on picking out the weapons that suited her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that the man was also picking out some high-grade spiritual weapons.

But Wei Daojun's light sound sword is already the highest level spiritual weapon, does he need to pick anything else?

Ru Sang thought for a while, and soon felt relieved that Taoist Lord was picking a weapon for that apprentice.

Thinking like this, the young man felt a little bit bitter for some reason, and there was also some jealousy that couldn't be ignored. Why would such a good master, Wei Daojun, refuse to accept any more apprentices...

Wei Qing, who was immersed in the thrill of picking up weapons, felt a little like he had come to the second level.

Originally, all kinds of weapons are abundant in the second stage, including high and low levels, even treasures, but it is extremely difficult to find, only one came out hundreds of years ago, and the luck of that person is good. It was hard to find it.

Therefore, the second stage often becomes the place where many people with medium cultivation bases stay. It is inevitable that some people have the extravagant hope of finding treasures, isn't it?

As for whether there is a divine weapon, no one dares to say for sure, after all, it is a divine weapon.

After the entire room was searched, Wei Qing stood at the exit contentedly.

Although there are no high-grade spiritual artifacts in this room, one or two middle-grade spiritual artifacts have already satisfied him. When Ah Wu's cultivation level is higher, he will help him refine the spiritual artifacts.

As for whether the apprentice is willing to use the spiritual weapon he chooses as his natal spiritual weapon, it all depends on his personal wish. If the kid wants to choose the spiritual weapon by himself, there is nothing wrong with it.

Like him, the young man who walked around the whole room slowly moved to the man's side with a huge sword in his arms, and looked at him with bright eyes.

The corner of Wei Qing's mouth twitched, and he pointed at the giant sword in the boy's arms with a finger: "Don't tell me you chose this guy as your weapon?"

Ru Sang shook the big sword in his hand vigorously, and said sincerely: "Is it not possible, Daojun? I think it is very powerful."

Wei Qing silently looked at the young man's thin body, then looked at his trembling hands, took the giant sword in the young man's hand, and said to the young man's obviously relaxed face, "No matter how majestic this sword is, you can't handle it!" What's the use of moving it?"

The young man blushed, lowered his head and said weakly: "I, is the weapon I chose really so bad? I think it should be able to handle it after a little practice."

Wei Qing sighed, somewhat understanding why this kid chose this huge sword as his weapon.

Prestige, indeed very prestige, what the young man thought was that if he had this majestic sword, he would be able to protect himself well.

Thinking of what happened to the young man who was almost killed by that, Wei Qing felt a little sympathetic, so he went directly to the weapon pile and picked out a weapon for him.

"The middle-grade spiritual tool 'Dragon Whip', water type, is very suitable for you."

Ru Sang was flattered to accept the weapon thrown to him by the man, holding it in his hand felt extremely comfortable, light and nimble, his heart moved at will, and it was in line with his spiritual root attributes, it was really suitable.

"Thank you Daojun!" Looking at the man in front of him with bright eyes who nodded slightly, Ru Sang suddenly said the last sentence, "Daojun, can you really not accept any more apprentices?"

As soon as he said this, he saw the man's face change slightly, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly explained: "I, I have no other intentions, just, I just want to ask, can it be that... even registered disciples are not allowed? "

Wei Qing's eyes twitched slightly, thinking that this young man was destined to be with him all the way, his personality was quite pleasing, and his aptitude was more than enough to register as a disciple, but...

It's just that he has already promised Ah Wu that he will not accept anyone else in this life except his one disciple.

Just thinking about the promise to his apprentice, Wei Qing suddenly heard a voice in his mind that hadn't appeared for a long time.

[Oh my god, Zhong Lisuo's joy level has directly increased to 56! 】

Wei Qing was taken aback, a little pleasantly surprised and at the same time puzzled, before he could raise any questions, he heard the stone door behind him rumbling open, and a weak but unmistakable voice rang in his ears——

"Master..."

Catching the tottering boy with both hands, Wei Weiqing was anxious and angry as he pulled him into his arms.

What is anxious is that the young man is covered with injuries and he does not know whether it is serious or not. What is angry is that there are a large group of people shouting and shouting behind the young man, so he can guess where these injuries come from.

Ru Sang followed closely behind the man, and naturally met the eyes of the fallen boy. A little red light flashed in those eyes, staring at him, then slowly moving towards the weapon in his hand, full of cruelty and killing. meaning.

At that moment, he suddenly had such a guess: Maybe this guy has been waiting behind the door, and he came in at this time just to interrupt Daojun's unanswered reply just now...

Thinking of this, Ru Sang felt a chill all over her body, subconsciously clenched the long whip in her hand, feeling a little bit relieved.

The others were also obviously surprised to see Wei Qing appearing after the door opened. After looking at each other for a while, a tall and strong man came out.

"Mr. Wei Dao, Ma Jingyang is a disciple of the first sect, and the rest of them are also disciples of the first sect. Just now we saw that this little brother has a hidden demonic entanglement. I am afraid it is..."

Before he finished speaking, he was intimidated by the man's cold look, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound.

Wei Qing glanced coldly over these so-called members of the Guiyi sect, his hands holding the blood-covered boy trembled slightly, but his voice was extremely calm.

"Wei only said once, whoever hurt my apprentice, stand up."