"It's not necessary."
Song Qi shook his head, and said decisively: "It's just an accident."
"keep going."
He looked at Chen Heng and said so.
Nothing is smooth sailing on the path of a monk.
Which real monk's rise didn't go through hardships and dangers along the way, as well as various dangers
On the road of cultivation, how many people fought to the death for a little spirit stone, and fought to the death for a little thing, almost risking their lives
Compared with these, what they encountered at this moment was nothing at all.
Not to mention that the danger has not yet appeared, even if the danger has already appeared, he will not frown.
Moreover, the relics they are facing at this moment, the things contained in them are much more precious than ordinary spiritual objects.
It's just that the spiritual herbs they harvested just now, if released to the outside world, would be enough to stir up a bloodbath and make many people break their heads.
But in this place, these things are nothing, far from big heads.
Under this rare opportunity, if he retreated and left, then Song Qi himself would not be able to forgive himself.
Moreover, judging from the situation in the previous life, there is no great danger in this place.
At least in his previous life, he had never heard of it.
"good."
Listening to Song Qi's reply, Chen Heng also nodded and had no objection.
He didn't know if Song Qi knew something, or he was reluctant to leave this ruins behind.
But no matter which one, he wasn't going to say anything.
After making a decision, they move on.
Slowly, they came to an open place.
In front, there are long swords lying there.
This place has gone through countless years, and it looks extremely old and dilapidated, but this place is an exception.
The long swords were not stained with the slightest trace of time, and they were still extraordinarily bright, reflecting a faint light in front of Chen Heng's eyes, making them extraordinarily extraordinary.
At a glance, one can tell that these are rare weapons.
"It's all made of pure gold."
Chen Heng glanced roughly, and then this thought flashed through his mind.
Fine gold, this is the name of a unique material in this world, and it is a good short-term material.
A weapon forged from fine gold will be extremely sharp, and it is a weapon that warriors desire.
This stuff is priceless, and it's hard to see it from the outside in normal times, but it seems to be everywhere in this place, and it's not worth much at all.
So much so that Chen Heng was dazzled.
It's just that for some reason, after coming to this place, his previous feeling of being spied on has intensified again.
It seemed that in the dark, something invisible and intangible was secretly watching him.
Standing in place, feeling this feeling, Chen Heng turned to look at Song Qi who was beside him.
At this moment, Song Qi was standing in front of the weapon rack, looking at a golden sword seriously. It seemed that he was very devoted and serious, without any intention of noticing it.
Looking at his appearance, Chen Heng shook his head secretly, just about to remind him.
No matter what, he is on the same side with the other party at this moment after all, and the two share common interests to some extent.
Under this premise, he is also willing to remind the other party, lest the other party suffer a big loss.
He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but suddenly he was taken aback, feeling something unusual.
An inexplicable feeling emerged and surged from my heart.
Standing in place, Chen Heng turned around and subconsciously looked not far away.
There, a silver long sword hung there.
Compared with the other weapons around, this silver long sword is very inconspicuous, it doesn't look special, it even has some dust, making it look a bit worn out.
Compared with those weapons made of pure gold, it seems very crude and insufficient.
Only at this moment, Chen Heng was attracted by this long sword.
For some reason, he always felt that there seemed to be something special on the long sword that made him look at the long sword involuntarily.
And when he stared at the long sword, the feeling of being peeped before was also deepening, which moved Chen Heng's heart.
Feeling this feeling, he frowned secretly, then stepped forward, and slowly walked to the long sword.
Standing in front of the long sword, he hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and slowly grasped the silver long sword.
A feeling like electric stimulation surged from the palm of my hand.
When Chen Heng held the long sword, he clearly felt a warm current surge in his body, followed by a huge message, ancient knowledge.
In a daze, he seemed to see the scene of countless long swords swinging and slashing down, like a natural disaster.
The sky was dark, the earth was shattered, and even the mountain peaks were cut off and gradually fell.
A silver-white long sword waved in all directions, connecting everything.
"This is!"
The next moment, Chen Heng suddenly came back to his senses, barely reacting.
"Don't be nervous." A voice suddenly sounded in Chen Heng's mind.
Chen Heng's body froze immediately.
Huge power is emerging.
At this moment, he clearly felt that in the silver sword in his hand, there was a huge awakening of consciousness, which seemed to be connecting with his spirit and talking to him.
"Who are you?"
Feeling this feeling, Chen Heng quickly calmed down and meditated in his heart.
After all, he is a time traveler, and he has read many novels in his previous life, and his acceptance of this kind of scene is much stronger than that of normal natives in this world.
"It's good to be able to stabilize so quickly."
In my mind, that voice continued to sound, with some appreciation in it.
"As you can see, I am the sword spirit of this sword, and also the previous owner of this sword."
"Sword Spirit?"
Chen Heng frowned: "What do you mean?"
"Everything in this world, mountains, rivers, vegetation, everything has a spirit."
In my mind, the voice claiming to be the sword spirit continued to sound: "As long as you have enough spirituality, you can awaken your own spirit."
"The spirit of the sword is naturally the sword spirit"
"Sword Spirit."
Chen Heng understood the meaning.
According to the so-called sword spirit, the so-called sword spirit means that the sword itself has awakened self-awareness, so it is called the sword spirit.
This is new.
Although he has simulated it several times and seen many alien races other than humans, this is the first time Chen Heng has seen a sword that becomes a spirit.
Really long experience.
"Since he is a sword spirit, why is he also the previous owner of this sword?"
Chen Heng frowned and continued to speak.
"That's a long story."
The self-proclaimed sword spirit sighed, and then said: "I was not a sword spirit at first, but I died in the end, so I had no choice but to turn myself into a sword spirit."
"I say so, do you understand?"
"Can it still be like this?"
Chen Heng was a little surprised, but he didn't pay attention to this question.
At this moment, he is concerned about only one problem.
"what you up to?"
(end of this chapter)