Chapter 1132: Eight Immortals Board (3)

"Sister, without the blood of pure sun, how can you break the Eight Immortals Bureau and get Huo Wendong's head?"
Xiaoqian asked in front of the game.
"It can only be replaced by cinnabar! Although the effect of cinnabar is not as good as the pure blood of the boy, it also has at least some functions."
Yang Zimei had originally planned to make a sword break with his fingers.
Now I'm using cinnabar, so use a copper sword!
She has always disliked the use of bronze swords, such as the yin-shaping props that Taoists used to pretend to look like. She always felt that a girl holding a bronze sword was a very clumsy thing.
However, this is what the Taoist Xuanmen must bring, and she also put a Qiankun sword into the storage ring to facilitate emergency.
Taking out the copper coin sword, his wrist trembled.
The copper coins on the sword squeaked, and with the eyes of the sky, a circle of apertures could be seen faintly ejecting from the copper coins, and the evil spirit around them immediately reduced by a few points.
One hundred and eight bronze coins were carefully selected by her. There was an effect of exorcising evil spirits, and she was then spelled into a bronze coin sword by magic spells. The effect was conceivable.
"Sister, haha, you're going to wear a Taoist robe!"
Xiao Qian laughed at seeing her shaking the copper sword.
When he heard the robe, Yang Zimei's mind unconsciously wanted to go up the mountain at the age of five. When he saw the worn-out blue robe worn by Master in Taoist temple, his eyes felt wet.
Master disappeared for so many days and did not abate her thoughts of him.
Because she was always busy, she didn't have much time to miss, but only occasionally thought of it, her heart seemed to be stabbed with a needle.
She looked at the bronze coin sword, and remembered how Master patiently taught herself to make a bronze coin sword that day.
At that time, she did n’t remember Master ’s request for her to make a sword, but she did n’t have much patience to make up more than one hundred copper coins one by one, and every time she did it, she had to say a spell. Also cut corners.
After being discovered by the master, the master hit her little palm with a ruler, and solemnly warned her that the key role of a magic weapon in breaking the battle.
If there is a flaw in the instrument, it will directly affect the effect of breaking the array, leading to failure, and the consequences are very serious.
This was the only time Master had hit her, and it was not too light!
Therefore, she felt particularly wronged and impressed, so she never dared to do anything.
This bronze sword was intended to be used by Shima Yuma.
Master Yu Qing usually has the best weapon to dust, and no bronze sword is needed.
Master Shi's mana is not high, and she often likes to catch ghosts, so she carefully crafted this copper coin sword for him to use.
Who knows, before the bronze sword was finished, the uncle died ...
Thinking of the uncle dying because of himself, Yang Zimei couldn't hold back his tears, and filled his eyes.
"Master, uncle—"
Yang Zimei's fingers stroked the bronze sword, gently calling the two elders she respected most.
Looking up again, through the hazy tears, I realized that a skull on the table in front of him was extremely like Uncle's head, and was cracking the familiar, seemingly smirk at her.
"Uncle?"
Her heart was startled, as if being scraped with a blade.
Unconsciously, he looked aside, and the skull on the other table was actually Master's.
Familiar priests, with a bun, a kind face, and gentle eyes, were watching her quietly.