Chapter 276 Let’s Go! Brother Ling! Let’s Go Fight the Local Tyrants!

This sword light... is definitely the brown spiritual light that appeared on the screen before the space exploded!

The East Bureau Chief suddenly realized it.

Sure enough, just as the Palace Master analyzed, the spiritual sword is very unusual!

This is an indescribable feeling, difficult to describe in words. Before the sword light approached, the great pressure was shrouded from afar.

After getting familiar with this light, the East Bureau Chief finally saw the sword body of the spiritual sword from the light.

This is actually... a peach wood sword?

It's just a peach wood sword, why is there such an abnormal data of nine question marks?

Although judging from the sword energy, this sword seems to be very strong... but the middle-aged man thinks that there is probably something wrong with the instrument used to detect the combat power index of the magic weapon!

"Anyway, since the Palace Master wants to find you, I have to take you back first."

The East Bureau Chief frowned, staring at the gorgeous sword light, raised his hand and offered a few small flags. The flagpoles of these small flags were as black as ink, and they were covered with fine lines. It spread out in the wind and quickly expanded around him.

In just a moment, a spatial force was formed, turning into a barrier to resist the pressure.

Wang Ling and Master Diulei were in the bedroom on the second floor, watching this scene from afar. Wang Ling could tell the age of the flag at a glance. At least it was a product of the ancient times, similar to the age of the black dagger left by the old devil.

"Is the foundation of this immortal palace so profound?" Master Diulei couldn't help but sigh.

Because according to Tan Qian's report, the person who came now was just a chief of the East Bureau, at best he was like an elder of the outer sect. And such an elder of the outer sect actually had a magic weapon from the ancient times in his hand. How rich were those inner sects?

With the magic flags protecting him, the middle-aged man felt a lot less pressure. Although he couldn't control these ancient magic flags 100%, the power they exerted was very limited. But in his opinion, the barrier constructed by the ancient magic flags, which were comparable to first-class holy weapons, was enough to block the invasion of this sword energy.

Moreover, it was not his only purpose to let the magic flags protect him.

His ultimate goal was to capture this spiritual sword, and the magic flags lingering around him were powerful magic weapons in ancient times that captured sword energy to suppress sword spirits.

"My magic flags have captured countless spiritual swords in ancient times. So what if you are so strong?" The East Bureau Chief stared at the brown spiritual light surging in front of him and sneered. He turned his palm and a little divine wave appeared. The magic flags around him instantly scattered from the six directions and eight wastelands. With the power of the magic flags, the flagpoles were arranged in the void and turned into a huge cage.

"It's actually the flag of suppressing spirits?" Diulei Zhenjun exclaimed, recognizing the origin of these magic flags: "In the past, many spiritual swords on the sword list were killed by this magic weapon. I heard that the person who created this flag of suppressing spirits has a special relationship with Han Lao Mo."

Wang Ling opened his eyes to the extreme and looked at the flag of suppressing spirits.

In the impression of Master Diulei, this should be the first time he has observed Wang Ling's state of opening his heavenly eyes at close range. The pupils dispersed into golden petals, as if gathering endless spiritual energy, giving people an unreal sense of fear.

He dared not look directly, and could only observe quietly with his peripheral vision...

Staring at the Zhenling Banner in the void, Wang Ling frowned deeply.

The ancient magic tools that appeared in the world now have one thing in common, that is, they have lost their spirits. It is precisely because these are ownerless objects that have lost their spirits that they are used by some cultivators now. An ancient magic tool with a spirit is impossible to drive with the God Transformation Stage.

However, Wang Ling can see many strange laws lingering around this Zhenling Banner through the Heavenly Eye.

Therefore, this magic tool is very strange in Wang Ling's eyes. He feels that someone is remotely controlling the magic tool, and this East Bureau Chief may not be the real owner of this magic tool.

This is a little strange thing that Wang Ling finds.

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At this time, the cage transformed by the flag of suppressing spirits had already enveloped Jing Ke.

The middle-aged man looked ahead calmly, quietly waiting for the sword spirit of the peach wood sword to appear.

After a moment, he saw that under the cage, the spiritual light on the peach wood sword gradually dissipated and transformed into its true form. It was a child in brown clothes and white robes, who looked only ten years old, with a fair face looking at him indifferently.

Jing Ke raised his head, looked at the huge cage of the flag of suppressing spirits, and sighed: "boring..."

He originally thought that this was a magic weapon that could compete with him, so he transformed into his true form and came out to experience it himself, but the fact made him feel very disappointed.

About ten seconds later…

This cage was like the golden tower of the Heavenly King of the Tower, emitting a purple light from the bottom that shone on Jing Ke.

This was a special spiritual light that could suppress most sword spirits in a very short time.

Under the illumination of the purple spiritual light, Jing Ke yawned, looked at it indifferently, did not resist, and his face was not even a ripple.

"Success!" Seeing that Jing Ke did not move, the middle-aged man was overjoyed. The longer the purple light shone, the weaker the sword spirit would be.

So he stood in the distance, watching Jing Ke standing under the shone of the purple spiritual light like a microwave oven...

Five minutes later...

"Time is up!" The middle-aged man was overjoyed and walked slowly towards Jing Ke, feeling the same exhilaration as when he was harvesting vegetables in Happy Farm.

He was only one step away from being promoted to a high-level position in the Immortal Palace!

He approached Jing Ke, formed a seal with his hands, and finally raised his hands high.

"Collect!" After a loud shout, he saw the sword spirit in front of him being taken back into the cage little by little, following the guidance of the purple light.

The huge cage in the void gradually shrank, and finally became as big as the palm of his hand, and fell into the hands of the East Bureau Chief.

Just like that... it succeeded?

The middle-aged man held the cage, his face full of joy, everything went so smoothly!

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The whole process was very quiet. Wang Ling and Master Diulei were both in the study on the second floor, watching everything with a calm face.

Letting Jing Ke be arrested deliberately was part of Wang Ling's plan.

"I really wronged Lord Jingke."

Master Diulei put his hands on his waist and watched the middle-aged man walk away with a smile like a 200-pound child.

Now we just have to wait for the East Bureau Chief to take Jingke to the headquarters of the Immortal Mansion. As soon as Wang Ling receives Jingke's signal, Master Diulei and Wang Ling will go straight to kill him.

"Now we just have to wait for Master Jingke to send a signal. Then we will go directly to attack the local tyrants!" Master Diulei said: "Oh, brother Ling! Just now, the brothers and sisters in the group and Luo Pang all expressed their willingness to participate in this action."

Wang Ling: "?"

Master Diulei: "It's common sense to call brothers and sisters when attacking local tyrants!"

Wang Ling: "..."

Master Diulei was extremely excited: "The people in the Immortal Mansion must be very fat!""