"Brother Zhou, you first." Zhou Shenyì said indifferently. He looked as though he neither wanted to compete nor snatch the initiative, but in truth, the star cloth in his hand really did charge slowly—or rather, because it was a super map weapon, it was probably not easy to use even once.
The old Daoist's horsetail whisk had been destroyed, and flames seemed to spurt from his eyes. He was planning to use his strongest spell directly.
"Senior Brother Luo, let Junior Sister's Heavenly Saint Aftertone lend you a hand." The old woman's voice was soft and gentle, like a song. She sounded just like a girl of fourteen or fifteen, utterly unlike her actual age. This was precisely one of the marks of a qin immortal who had cultivated to the pinnacle! This Great Saint Aftertone was about one point two meters long and roughly twenty centimeters wide. Its surface was covered in winding, horned patterns, while its inscriptions were neat and vivid. It was indeed a fine qin!
But how could an immortal treasure be merely that? The head of this Heavenly Saint Aftertone contained a deep abyss, within which a female immortal swam. She was clearly its artifact spirit. She was bathing in the abyss, vivid and lifelike, making it obvious at a glance that she was no ordinary object!
Clang!
The pure note rang around our ears, as though it had stirred the Spring and Autumn into chaos. For no apparent reason, layer upon layer of white clouds appeared in the surrounding sky, covering everything around us. Meanwhile, the old Daoist carrying the pagoda had already put away his broken whisk. He held the pagoda in one hand and formed talismans with a sword-finger gesture in the other, tapping wildly against the pagoda's body. It seemed he