Indeed, with this scene, any disciple of the Sword Sect would be scared out of his wits. After all, some long swords are oozing blood inexplicably, evil red!
Zhu Minglang didn't run away immediately, he let the sword shadow fly by his side.
Close your eyes and use your gnosis to perceive the real "ghosts" in the forest of abandoned swords. Zhu Minglang wants to know the reason for their restlessness. Spouting resentment
Every abandoned sword here has been with him before. Zhu Minglang still recognizes the engravings on some of the swords. If they really turned into swords of resentment, Zhu Minglang believes that he can appease them...
"Keng Keng Keng Keng Keng Keng Keng Keng!!!!"
Finally, the abandoned swords in the forest started to move. They were pulled out from the soil, and the swords interlaced in mid-air. Thousands of abandoned swords seemed to be held by thousands of sword masters, Hearty showdown here.
"Ding ding ding ding ding!!!!!!"
Countless sparks came out of the sword, and the edge flickered frequently. Zhu Minglang felt that he was in an ancient battlefield of sword repair. He couldn't see those people. Only their swords were performing and recreating the ancient battlefield over and over again. .
"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
There was a loud thunder in the clear sky, cutting across the sky above the Sword Abandoned Forest. Zhu Minglang had no choice but to cover his eyes due to the glaring paleness.
The electric light didn't illuminate everything in the dark Abandoned Sword Forest, it was more like swallowing everything with a strong light.
When a normal person encounters such a strange scene, he is afraid that he has passed out, so there is no way he can stay awake.
But Zhu Minglang still didn't leave.
He believed that if these swords had souls, they would never hurt himself.
He slowly opened his eyes, and then looked at the forest of abandoned swords that had been there for an unknown number of years, and the extremely dark forest was suddenly empty, and the abandoned swords inserted upside down all over the place disappeared at some point!
In the pine and bamboo forest, there was no longer a single sword. They seemed to have escaped into another void, and disappeared in front of him strangely.
"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
Lightning pierced through the dark night and lit up the gloomy forest of abandoned swords. Suddenly, a breath of fear came to Zhu Minglang's eyes. What caught Zhu Minglang's eyes was a gloomy sword standing in front of him like a mountain peak!
This sword is rusty red and bloody, as if it has been soaked in an abyss of blood for an unknown number of years, and the lines on the sword body are all this blood!
What really shocked Zhu Minglang was not the sudden appearance of such a sword peak, but the evil sword that gave Zhu Minglang the feeling that he was staring at him! !
This evil sword is not like a device with a majestic breath, but more like a living thing, so close to it, you can even feel its anger! !
"Item Demon??"
Zhu Minglang couldn't believe his eyes.
I once heard Mr. Dementia say that there are monsters in this world.
The so-called weapon demons are some artifacts with powerful mana that absorb the essence of the world, the sun and the moon, transform into demons, become demons through cultivation, and even ascend to become saints.
It's probably not appropriate to describe the evil sword in front of me as a monster.
There are too many swords in this abandoned sword forest that have a lifespan of thousands of years, not to mention that this evil sword is obviously the soul of all abandoned swords in the entire abandoned sword forest.
It is a demon!
It might even be a weapon saint!
It is the holy spirit with ten thousand years of cultivation! !
"No, no, the aura on it is not a demon..." Zhu Minglang shook his head again.
This evil sword is very angry. If you have to describe it as a creature, Zhu Minglang thinks...
At this moment, the evil sword floated up, its mountain-like body was slowly shrinking, the closer it was to Zhu Minglang, the more the evil sword showed its true body.
Finally, Xie Jian appeared in front of Zhu Minglang.
The figure is exactly the same as the sword, but for some reason, Zhu Minglang feels that the person standing in front of him is clearly a living creature!
its breath...
dragon! !
Its breath is clearly that of a dragon! !
Zhu Minglang's heart stirred violently.
This sword, first had a demon cultivator, and then became a sword spirit...
Afterwards, the sword spirit even crossed the dragon gate! !
Sword Spirit Dragon! !
Everything in the world can turn into a dragon...
A weapon spirit is already an extremely rare existence, and a weapon spirit transforming into a dragon is even more impossible.
"Shh~~"
The evil sword spirit dragon approached Zhu Minglang, and slowly floated around Zhu Minglang, as if carefully identifying it.
As if feeling the familiar aura of Zhu Minglang, this rare sword spirit dragon approached Zhu Minglang cautiously like a child.
Suddenly, the sword spirit dragon swiftly slid across Zhu Minglang's palm, cutting a bloody wound in Zhu Minglang's palm.
Bright red blood oozes from the wound, and the blood drips down quickly, and the sword spirit dragon immediately puts the tongue-like tip of the sword up, and sucks Zhu Minglang's blood into the dark red sword body bit by bit...
With just a few drops of blood, the rust on this sword spirit was blown away by the wind like dust. The thick rust was like layers of shackles to this sword spirit. The moment it showed its sharpness, the sword spirit was completely revived!
"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~"
Another bolt of lightning pierced through the air, lighting up the forest of abandoned swords once again.
There is no abandoned sword in the forest, only this sword spirit, drinking blood and trembling slightly, behind it is a wider forest, but its shadow is reflected, this shadow spreads its sword wings impressively, stretches its sword body, As majestic and shocking as a mountain peak! !
It turned out that what I saw just now was the shadow of its sword soul.
It has a soul of its own!
It's a dragon!
The sword spirit formed by the condensed will of thousands of abandoned swords, and then cultivated by the sword spirit into the sword dragon!
"Is it my blood that made you a sword spirit?" Zhu Minglang still couldn't calm down from the shock.
It drank its own blood just now, and then melted away the rust on its body.
It is telling itself that it recognizes itself and where it came from.
"The sword shadow flying shuttle, is the sword mark that I once swung down the sky?"
"The intertwined battlefield is the sound of the sword I practice day and night?"
"You waited for me here, but turned into a dragon?"
Looking at the bright red sword, Zhu Minglang recalled the scenes he had seen before, and his eyes immediately became moist.
The so-called haunted legend of the abandoned sword forest has lasted for some years in Jianzong.
But these are the real sword spirits in this forest of abandoned swords conveying a message to the outside world, waiting for their return every day and night.
"I am no longer a swordsman."
"You are no longer a sword spirit."
Zhu Minglang wiped away the tears that were about to well up in his eyes with his hands.
As luck would have it, if Zhu Minglang returns as a sword master, the Sword Spirit Dragon will no longer be the sword in Zhu Minglang's hand, because it has transformed into a dragon.
But Zhu Minglang lost his divine power, and could no longer wield his true sword intent. He became a dragon shepherd...
A little bit of soul fetters, in Zhu Minglang's mind, fell into the lake like drop after drop of rain. From the initial ripples to the rain profile that filled the lake, Zhu Minglang could even sense some of the thoughts of Jian Linglong!
It was the blood just now.
Let yourself have a soul bond with it.
It almost wept with joy when it recognized itself.
Because he is a dragon shepherd.
It is Sword Spirit Dragon.
Nearly missed it.
But never miss it again!
Zhu Minglang slowly stretched out his hand. He thought he would never touch a sword again in his life, but he never thought that he was holding a sword in such a way.
His arms were trembling, his fingers were trembling, the palms of his hands were trembling, but Zhu Minglang still held the sword spirit that was intertwined with his fate and reunited!
Holding on tightly for a moment, Zhu Minglang opened his fourth spiritual covenant. With the fetters of blood before, even though the sword spirit dragon's cultivation was higher than Zhu Minglang's dragon shepherd realm, he still slowly established a soul connection, slowly Slow heart, god and soul coexist!
Stegosaurus has a tail.
Like long sword catkins, as Zhu Minglang's soul communicated with it, the sword spirit dragon's tail grew along Zhu Minglang's arm like a vine.
The growth is still going on, Zhu Minglang looked down, and found that one piece of inscription pattern appeared on his arm at some time, and the luminous inscription pattern densely covered his entire arm, as if some ancient power Branded into my blood...
Zhu Minglang suddenly felt that his blood was surging, boiling, and gradually burning like a flame.
It was as if he was in a furnace, and the furnace spewed out endless power, making him feel that as long as he swung the sword in his hand, he could cut through everything in the world!
"Zizizizi~~~~~~~"
The inscription pattern became brighter and brighter, it was like quenched metal. Just when the sword spirit inscription pattern was about to climb onto Zhu Minglang's arms and chest, the sword spirit dragon seemed to have sensed something, and hurriedly swung the sword body, throwing his body Pulled out from Zhu Minglang's arm!
As soon as he pulled away, the inscription on Zhu Minglang's arm immediately faded away, and Zhu Minglang, who was steaming all over his body, seemed to have stepped out of a stove, sweating profusely and his skin flushed.
"For the time being, only this arm can withstand the power of the sword soul with thousands of inscription patterns."
"It seems that even if it is because of my blood that you became a sword spirit, we need more running-in."
Zhu Minglang took a few breaths and said to Jian Linglong.
The tall and straight sword body of Yin Hong, the sword spirit dragon, hovered beside Zhu Minglang, and its tail like floss was swinging lightly.
Running in is just a matter of time, it is already very happy to be able to wait for the person who transforms itself into a sword spirit.
Moreover, by signing a spiritual contract with Zhu Minglang, it can leave the Abandoned Sword Forest and see its edge again.
It is the incarnation spirit of all abandoned swords. If the sword has a soul, it must not be willing to be rusted in this forest, eroded by the years, and rotted bit by bit.
"Shh~~"
"Shh~~~~"
The Sword Spirit Dragon kept flying around Zhu Minglang. Even without wings, it looked like a small metal flying dragon with a slender body.
It's just that its speed is so fast that it is probably no different from teleportation in the eyes of others.
"I remember that the sword that accompanied me the longest was named Mo Xie."
"Sword Spirit Dragon... let's call you Mo Xie."
The Sword Spirit Dragon stopped and hung in front of Zhu Minglang, its shiny red sword reflected Zhu Minglang's face.
"call out!"
It disappeared instantly.
He flew into Zhu Minglang's spiritual realm.
Sword Spirit Dragon should like this name. .
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(Let’s vote for the sentimental party, Sword Spirit Dragon, do you like it?)