"Senior Wuying, we are going to the knife washing pool. Do you want to join us?"
Wen Ziran came over and said to Xiao Chen in the car, interrupting his thoughts.
Xiao Chen shook his head slightly and put away the Moon Shadow Knife, and said, "Brother Wen, just call me Wuying. The knife washing pool is famous far and wide, so naturally I have to take a look."
Wen Ziran smiled slightly: "Then I will lead the way for you."
After saying this, Wen Ziran got on his horse, and the Samsara Chariot followed closely behind him. Those behind him were followed by a long team, all with excited expressions on their faces.
This time, thanks to Xiao Chen's appearance, Wu Xiaotian would not have allowed so many people to go to the knife washing pool at the same time.
Xiao Chen had heard about Chidaochi for a long time, and now that he was here, he definitely couldn’t miss it. After washing the Seven Divine Weapons well, the quality can still be improved to a higher level, especially since the Seven Divine Weapons are still a complete set.
All upgraded to a higher level, and combined together, they are probably not much worse than the Super Divine Weapons.
It's a pity that the Moon Shadow Knife cannot be pulled out, otherwise it would be perfect.
Don't be too persistent, Xiao Chen muttered to himself, took out another thing and looked at it.
It was a token full of chilling aura, with the word "knife" simply engraved on it. Wu Xiaotian did not explain the origin to him too much.
But Xiao Chen guessed that this should be some kind of inheritance between sword kings, passed down from generation to generation.
If anyone defeats him and takes away the title of Sword King, the token must be handed over to others. This is a ritual that every generation of Sword King must abide by.
After thinking about it, Xiao Chen condensed his consciousness into a thread and planned to explore the token carefully.
As soon as his spiritual consciousness entered, Xiao Chen felt a huge suction force, as if his entire soul was being sucked in.
After a moment of heaven and earth turning, a desolate world appeared in front of Xiao Chen's eyes. The sky was chaotic and there was a void beneath his feet.
Looking forward, there was a magnificent hall in the distance. Xiao Chen walked forward with a trace of doubt.
"Panhuang Palace!"
Getting closer, Xiao Chen looked at the plaque on the temple and murmured.
"Hello, the young man who has inherited the title of Sword King from His Highness Panhuang."
The sudden sound startled Xiao Chen and he quickly stepped back. Only then did he realize that a girl with her arms folded appeared beside him, floating in the air.
Xiao Chen frowned and said, "Who are you? Where is this place?"
"I am the Artifact Spirit of the King of Swords. You can call me Qingyun. This is the world within the Panhuang Sword Order." The girl Qingyun introduced in a leisurely manner without being irritated.
The masters of the Sword King Order of every generation will have this expression when they first come here. They have seen it too much, so it is not surprising.
"Who is Pan Huang, and what is his relationship with Senior Wu Xiaotian?"
Qingyun smiled and said: "You have so many questions, but as the new owner of the Panhuang Sword King Order, I have the obligation to tell you. Panhuang is the one who forged this order. He is considered the first sword king of Kunlun Realm, and Wu Xiaotian is his One of the inheritors.”
There is no doubt that the person who can cast the Sword King Token must be a peerless master.
But the Panhuang has never been heard of in history. Could it be that this Panhuang also left the place of exile and erased his mark on this world.
But now, this is not the time to think about this issue. Xiao Chen pointed at the palace door and said: "I understand, then you can open the palace door for me."
Qingyun shook his head and said: "That's not possible. You have to open this door yourself. You can only be the master of the Sword King Order when you step into this palace door. Now, you just have the qualifications. Everything has to depend on you." "
Xiao Chen didn't hesitate, took a few steps forward, and pushed hard.
shoot!
The huge force rebounded back, and the pain made him want to vomit blood, and he had to take it seriously.
Qingyun explained: "Don't try. Unless your strength reaches the Martial Emperor of the Ninth Heaven, you won't be able to push it away."
Xiao Chen was not too frustrated, he just said: "What's in this?"
"It's nothing. A thunder battery left by Panhuang can continuously improve the swordsman's sword domain. There are also some statues of the will of sword kings in the past, which can be fought against to hone martial arts. There is also an enlightenment platform that can help swordsmen realize "The power of the sword"
"Wait, is this the power of the sword you mentioned?"
Xiao Chen interrupted her. In the sea of consciousness, bright points of light appeared in the palm of his hand. Each point was as bright as a small sun. There were ten points in total. This was the power of Xiao Chen's sword.
An expression of surprise appeared on Qingyun's face: "You are really a genius. No wonder Wu Xiaotian is willing to give you the King of Swords Order. Only three King of Swords in history have realized the power of the sword. You can realize it without entering Panhuang Palace." The power of the knife.”
"Although it is only a prototype, the full power of the sword is just around the corner. It seems that this sword king order will not be of great use to you. But you should practice hard and open the palace door early. I will tell you how to use this power. , and you can retire with success.”
Xiao Chen withdrew from the Sword King Order and thought about what Qingyun said. It seemed that this was the benefit that Senior Wu Xiaotian said.
This Panhuang is a bit mysterious. Before him, there were people in the Kunlun world who could understand the power of the sword, and they were obviously further than him.
The temperature in the air suddenly dropped sharply. Wen Ziran turned over and dismounted in front of him. He must have reached the knife sink.
Xiao Chen opened the car curtains, and a small pool not far away appeared in his field of vision. The water is cold and slightly hazy, making it hard to see clearly.
"Senior Wuying, please."
Wen Ziran turned around and made an inviting gesture towards the Samsara Chariot.
Clang!
The seven magic weapons were unsheathed at the same time, turned into streams of light, and thrust towards the pool. Hey, a wave of ice power hit, Xiao Chen's whole body was trembling, he felt his soul trembling, and his whole body was so smooth, which was stronger than the feeling when his realm was improved.
What was even more pleasant was that his seven-handled magic weapon was scurrying up and down in the pool, completely out of control.
The ice of eternal marks is indeed mysterious.
After a long time, the magic weapon began to sink, and various impurities continued to peel off on the surface. When it was inserted into the bottom of the water, it was completely new and bright.
"That's it." Wen Ziran said softly, and the seven magic weapons jumped out of the water with a hiss.
The blade is covered with ice, and under the refraction of the sun, the ice slowly melts. After it is completely melted, the blade's luster is dazzling. The divine power it contains and the oppressive force it brings are even better.
"The sword washing pool is indeed worthy of its reputation. The power of the Shadowless Sword King's magic weapon has been increased by at least 10%."
"My sword is not a magic weapon. If it is improved by 30 to 50%, it seems to be no problem."
The group of swordsmen waiting behind them all became excited when they saw such an obvious effect.
Xiao Chen sheathed his sword with satisfaction, moved the chariot, and gave up his position to the people behind him.
"Only ten swordsmen can be accommodated at one time. Please line up in order. Don't be anxious. Everyone has a share." Wen Ziran waved his hand and asked the ten swordsmen of the new generation to come forward and control the scene at the same time.
"Friends, don't jump in line."
A man in white with an ordinary appearance did not obey. He couldn't help but walked to the front out of curiosity and stared at the water.
"Hey, hey, did you hear me? I asked you to go to the back of the queue." Zhao Feng couldn't help but stepped forward and patted this person on the shoulder.
The man in white didn't care, and didn't look back at all. He murmured to himself: "Eternal ice, a rare thing in the world, is actually used to wash knives. What a waste."
"Did you hear that?"
Zhao Feng increased his tone and said angrily, if he didn't leave, he would take action.
But a sudden change occurred, and he was suddenly horrified to find that his arm, which was slapping the man in white on the shoulder, lost his intuition at some point and was frozen by a touch of frost.
"Young man, you are so brave. No one has dared to pat me on the shoulder for many years." The man in white turned around and smiled slightly, but the smile was so cold that it made people shudder.
Zhao Feng was so frightened that he quickly retreated and cut off his own arm.
With a click, the arm fell, like an ice cube, shattering to the ground.