blogombal Chapter 218
Chapter 218
Qinhou Mansion, Qinghu.
Huan Liping retired and sat alone in the middle of Qinghu Lake to meditate, surrounded by white mist, the void swayed, making people unable to see the truth, and Ao Yuaner did not come forward sensibly.
Huan Li took out a broken sword, the deep knife marks on the sword body were uneven, it looked like it had gone through vicissitudes, and he could barely see from the broken sword body that the texture of this sword was not ordinary.
The anti-scale sword was originally taken by Huan Lian from Han Fei.
The figure of the sword spirit then appeared, he was dressed in torn ancient armor, his skin was blue-black, his white hair fell gently, and his eyes were covered with a light veil, making it difficult to see his true face.
Only he knew how nervous and fearful he was when he looked at Huan Lian.
Huan Li ignored the sword spirit who tried his best to shrink his sense of existence, and focused on injecting Shenyuan into the sword body, carefully repairing the broken anti-scale sword, and with the flow of Shenyuan, the anti-scale sword emitted a purple light, like a streamer, the beauty was intoxicating.
With the gradual repair of the anti-scale sword, the body of the sword spirit gradually became transparent, as if it was just a gust of wind, which would dissipate at any time.
However.
With the continuous repair of the sword body, the body of the sword spirit became clear again.
A bright light flashed in the sword spirit's eyes.
When the 933 is closed, the reverse scale sword is completely repaired!
The sword spirit suddenly raised his head, no longer as confused as before, and memories of the past flooded his head.
He was once the son of Wu Ding, the king of Shang, named Zu Yi, and at the age of only twenty, he cultivated to the realm of Martial Dao Tianren and became a genius envied by everyone.
However, just when his life was full of hope, his own brother Zujia was jealous of him and tried his best to get rid of him and erase his existence.
In the end, he was killed by his brother's design, and his soul turned into a sword spirit and possessed the anti-scale sword.
Huan Lian glanced at Zu Yi, who obviously disagreed with him, and there was obviously a trace of resentment on his body, and his heart moved, and he suddenly had a trace of inspiration.
A thought flashed in Huan Lian's mind, and he firmly grasped it - reincarnation!
There is no reincarnation in this world, and seven days after death, people will lose their memories before death, lose consciousness, be swallowed by the heavenly path, and completely dissipate into nothingness.
What actually made Zu Yi not dissipate, and even survive in the Anti-Scale Sword for thousands of years?
I couldn't figure it out.
Huan Li looked at the lake calmly, but his divine consciousness wandered around.
Suddenly!
He saw Oniyako who was still cultivating.
By the way, Xiuwei!
Zu Yi was already a Martial Dao Celestial Man at a young age, and there were very few Martial Dao Heavenly Man Realms in this world, and no one knew the special features of Martial Dao Tianren.
She felt the truth.
The existence of Martial Dao Heavenly People is able to resist Heavenly Dao and not be devoured!
This meant that cultivators above the realm of Martial Dao Heavenly and Human could be attached to anything after death and continue to exist in different forms.
This form may be another kind of immortality!
How do you stay conscious after death? Or how can you not be devoured by the Heavenly Dao, and not attach to the items, but just continue to reincarnate?
Or, how can ordinary people resist the Heavenly Dao?
He felt that this matter was too mysterious, and he needed to think again.
Huan Li decided to put these aside beforehand, he still had one thing to do.
He took out the Xuanqin sword, and the sword body exuded an icy cold aura, as if it was a 10,000-year-old cold iron tempered by the years.
With a gentle wave of the sword, the sword light surged like flowing water, and the lines on the sword gradually brightened, like a mysterious long river, with choppy waves.
Suddenly, a little boy walked out from the Xuanqin sword.
His hair was as red as blood, and he had two horns on his head, exuding an evil aura.
The little boy's eyes widened, revealing endless fierce light, as if he was a demon beast trapped in a sword, staring at Zu Yi deadly.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and purple-gold patterns slowly circulated on (CGAD) his body, and these patterns were like mysterious runes, exuding a mysterious power that made people breathless.
The appearance of the little boy brought a bloody atmosphere.
Zu Yi, who was stared at by him, was terrified, and Zu Yi trembled and hid in the corner, powerlessly resisting the terrifying atmosphere brought by this Xuanqin Sword Spirit.
The Xuanqin Sword Sword Spirit is different from the Sword Spirit of the Anti-Scale Sword, it is not a soul attachment, but is transformed by blood and resentment.
It has no consciousness of its own, but only knows how to obey the wins.
However, when Huan Li was recovering his memory for Zu Yi, he thought of giving spiritual wisdom to the sword spirit of Xuanqin Jian.
Huan Li took out the origin of the anti-scale sword and continued to deduce, trying to find a way to re-imbue the Xuanqin sword spirit wisdom. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）
He frowned, thinking about how to achieve this goal as you wish.
Finally, he found a wonderful conclusion in the power of thousands of origins.
He began to inject Shen Yuan into the body of the Xuanqin Sword Spirit, penetrating into it like a thin stream, inch by inch in the body of the Sword Spirit, slowly and powerfully advancing.
With the continuous injection of Shenyuan, Xuanqin Sword Spirit's eyes began to no longer be empty, and he seemed to be able to start thinking, with his own thoughts, and even like a person, he was able to make decisions independently.
Although the Xuanqin Sword Spirit has its own mental ability, it is still loyal to Huan Lian, which is something that can be in its bones.
It looks at Huan Li, its eyes reveal a trace of humanity, and it is thanking Huan Li.
Seeing that he had succeeded, he put away the Xuanqin sword and stuffed a children's enlightenment book to Jian Ling, which was very necessary to read and understand.
Then he picked up the anti-scale sword that had just been repaired, and waved it a few times in the air, feeling unexpectedly good.
After the Xuanqin Sword Sword Spirit left, Zu Yi dared to move out of the corner, and when he saw Huan Li pick up the Anti-Scale Sword, Zu Yi immediately turned into sword qi, entered the Anti-Scale Sword, and merged with the Anti-Scale Sword.
Huan Lian took the anti-scale sword and compared a set of sword techniques.
Above the clear lake, the water of the lake sparkles, reflecting the fierce and resolute cold eyes.
Huan Li dressed in a black robe, revealing a Ling Ran aura in the fluttering of his clothes, his body was agile and strong, like a cheetah on the grassland, fierce and unbeatable.
The water of the lake fluctuated with his sword technique, and Ao Yuaner flew out from the bottom of the lake, for fear of being accidentally injured by the sword qi.
When he swung his sword for the last time, the sword light entered the electricity and cut through the sky, as if a bolt of lightning had split the sky.
The handsome figure stands above the clear lake, like a god.
(Ask for full order, ask for self-order).