The Gaoshan child corpses moved and changed positions quickly, and suddenly turned into a sword shadow, emerging from underwater, beside the boat, and various tricky places, shooting at Sheng Lingyuan menacingly, like a hundred and eight movements The backstabbing mechanism.
"Heavenly Demon Sword, it's not extraordinary iron." Those child corpses who were speaking in unison turned into each other, some were crisp, some were soft, and some had the unique hoarseness of teenagers in the voice-changing period, with ups and downs. It sounds like a 160-degree surround sound, "It needs to be soaked in the thickest merman blood, and then drill steel drills on several 'keys'."
While speaking, seventeen or eighteen child corpses turned into swords at the same time, almost weaving a net, and pressed to the top of the boat.
Zhang Zhao quickly pressed the button for a second, Yang Chao was about to fly the speedboat, smashing a way through the group of corpses, and the "sword net" narrowly fell into the air.
"Did you know? The sword with the most spirituality has the 'keys', like the seven orifices of a human being, which is also the key point, which means it is alive, and only the most experienced swordsman can find it. If you want to destroy a sword , it is necessary to nail through these vital points, hit them thoroughly, and then use a hammer made of high mountain people's secret iron to smash it down with a weight of 1000 jin. The better the sword, the better the sound, and some are clearer. Some are low-pitched, I like that sound the most... The Heavenly Demon Sword is the best of the best. When the secret hammer hits it... Tsk, the sound is thick and lingering, just like a sad sound. Your Majesty, I heard you It’s everyone in temperament, but unfortunately I didn’t hear it at the time, otherwise, I could invite you to comment on it.”
The medicine Danli poured into the wine was called "Qiantui", which means "a dream for a thousand years", without knowing the time. It is said that just one drop in the moat can make the whole city drunk for three days.
According to legend, there are only three drops of Chisui left in the world, in the three cups of wine of the Emperor.
When the Heavenly Demon Sword was smashed inch by inch by Gaoshan King using the so-called "secret method", Sheng Lingyuan was trapped in the "Thousand Years" nightmare.
But that doesn't mean he can't hear.
He has been connected with Tianmojian since he was a child, and the five senses and six senses of the sword are his five senses and six senses. However, since Sheng Lingyuan became an adult, Tianmojian seems to have developed some skills and temper. One person and one sword get along day and night, bickering and quarrels are always inevitable, and sometimes no one cares about others if they don't deal with half a sentence. One-sidedly "shut off" one's own thoughts, so as not to let the other party hear what one is thinking. But the shared sense has been unable to "off"... Sheng Lingyuan didn't think it was his fault, he thought it might be because Tianmojian had been lazy and refused to practice hard.
That was the first time his sword completely cut off his consciousness, he was extremely stingy, and didn't want to share the pain of the broken sword with him.
Consciousness is gone, eyesight and hearing are still there, Sheng Lingyuan can still "hear" and "see". He is like a prisoner imprisoned in a burdensome skin, struggling desperately, unable to find a way out.
He couldn't feel what it was like to be torn apart, but what was broken by the secret iron hammer seemed to be his liver, intestines and back.
"Don't listen... Ling Yuan, don't look... Let me tell you something... say something else... smashing the blade of the sword is not necessarily a bad thing... maybe I will be free..."
"I want to travel around, I don't want to take you there... Anyway, you have a lot of things to do every day..."
"I still want to taste the sensuality of the world... I don't want to use your broken tongue again. If you have a little taste, you will feel strange... You... You deserve to eat dry food... Drink plain water …”
When the Heavenly Demon was born, he sacrificed the lives of eighty-one top human masters, and sealed the immortal grudge that died in the depths of Chiyuan in the first Battle of Pingyuan on the young Heavenly Demon.
Every night since then, from midnight to dawn, the child and his sword will suffer infinite torment and burning. They must stay awake and struggle constantly to maintain a glimmer of clarity and not be caught by those irrational ghosts. The spirits devour the whale.
Only those who have survived this repeated training and tempering can become the real emperors who suppress the demons.
This made Sheng Lingyuan's childhood difficult and fragile. For thousands of nights, the man and the sword survived listening to each other's voice and breath.
And that familiar breath is about to disappear.
The Heavenly Demon Sword was folded from the tip to the tail.
Deep in his consciousness, Sheng Lingyuan saw his sword spirit for the first time.
Wrapped by a pair of huge wings, he was covered in flames. His figure was still that of a young boy, his face was so blurred that he could not be recognized, and he was reduced to ashes in front of Sheng Lingyuan's eyes.
At that moment, Sheng Lingyuan's spirit broke through the limits of his body, and he struggled from the three drops of "Thousand Years", his limbs refused to move, and countless attendants pressed him. There seemed to be karmic fire in his eyes that could burn everything, and he crawled out of the bedroom.
Tianmojian seems to still have something to say: "Lingyuan, I..."
However, before it was too late, there was no follow-up article.
The body of the sword shook violently and roared continuously, and it turned red like fire in an instant.
King Weiyu, who was holding the secret iron, was shocked, his hand trembled, and the last piece of the sword splashed, with a sword inscription on it.
The sword inscription is "Tong".
The Heavenly Demon Sword that destroys the heavens and the earth, the sword inscription is not majestic at all.
The shared field of vision also went dark, and Sheng Lingyuan's left eye could no longer see what the Heavenly Demon Sword could see. He reached out to grab his own eyes, and yelled and pressed his hands from left and right, so except for a piece of flesh and blood at the corner of his eye, he couldn't see anything. None caught.
His hands were empty, his skin was empty, and even his senses were empty.
From then on, everything in the world, sound, color and fragrance flowed through his eyes, ears, nose and throat, and they were all dry and empty.
After listening to the children's corpses, the empty Sheng Lingyuan smiled "puchi": "I'm half of the army, so I dare not call myself a master, but I just know a few country tunes that I don't know where I heard, which makes the mountain king laugh."
A child's corpse hidden in the stern turned into a knife light. While he was speaking, it flew over unexpectedly from behind and stabbed him in the back.
Ping Qianru screamed: "Be careful!"
Without looking back, Sheng Lingyuan took out the bamboo flute that was cut casually on the road from his pocket, and turned his backhand. The bamboo flute was cut in half, and the knife light turned back into a child's corpse, and fell heavily on the deck. Nailed the sharpened bamboo flute to the Tianling cover of the child's corpse.
"I'm very vulgar, I have to criticize, but I like to listen to the news of people cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle at home," Sheng Lingyuan "raised the flute in his hand", and with a few words, he had already poked seven holes in the child's body, "Every time During the Chinese New Year, blood is seen when one cuts down, but the farmer's knives are always not fast enough, and one cut often fails to kill, the beast is still howling, and the hot blood can be eaten directly, and the slices are stewed in a pot, and everyone shares and eats , it looks like a festive harvest year.”
The bamboo flute snapped, and the child's corpse trembled fiercely, and stopped moving. The small limbs began to shrink, and turned into a simple-looking machete, which snapped off the puppet girl's strands. hair.
The puppet girl screamed, "Is this a human or a knife?"
Someone next to him said: "It's a person, but it's also a sword... This is the sword spirit."
The puppet girl followed the prestige, and saw Xuan Ji standing up slowly—this director Xuan just swayed with the speedboat, and suddenly seemed to be suffering from some kind of illness, and stood by the side of the boat without saying a word for a long time.
As a fire-type bird, he finally played the role he deserved on this precarious speedboat-cheerleader.
The words "sword sword spirit" made Yan Qiushan, who was half unconscious, struggle desperately, and opened his eyes a crack.
Gu Yuexi asked suspiciously: "What's going on? Didn't these children be orphans adopted by Prince Gaoshan? How could they become sword spirits?"
Xuan Ji raised his eyes, his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties, heavily suppressing his sight, making him as if he was timid, not daring to see the man's face.
Heavenly Demon Sword Break, the Suzaku chick who was forcibly sealed in it and became a sword spirit did not disappear with ashes. He fell into a situation where demons are not demons, ghosts are not ghosts, like a little turtle without its shell.
In the beginning, he instinctively followed Sheng Lingyuan, wandering around in a daze for an unknown amount of time, and then gradually regained his sanity, but found that no one in the world could see him or feel him.
He is the last orphan of the exterminated Suzaku bird. He was forcibly picked out before he was born. I don't know if he can be regarded as "alive", so it's hard to say how to be "dead".
The Heavenly Demon Sword might really confuse people. After breaking it, the Human Sovereign's temperament was "smooth and rational", and he didn't pursue the matter of the broken sword. He even admitted frankly that it was like a dream. Those who were convicted by him because of the Tianmo sword, the emperor comforted them one by one, he was diligent in government affairs, and he was well-organized in his dealings with others.
King Gaoshan Weiyu consciously made great contributions, and his previous "heroic feat" was even more supported by the officials, and he was extremely proud. Or maybe he felt that the Human Emperor without the Heavenly Demon Sword really had no minions, so he boldly exposed his ambitions, wanting to take advantage of the opportunity to strengthen the Gaoshan people, several times the lion opened his mouth, asking the emperor for money and land, and became more and more arrogant , Even in order to prolong life, I don’t know where I listened to the bewitching of folk warlocks, and even practiced sorcery.
"He used a kind of sorcery to absorb the essence from the children he took hostage," Xuan Ji said, "in order to maintain their beauty or live a long life... I don't know if it will work or not, and I don't see how youthful and beautiful they are. This Somehow Wei Yun heard about it."
Two years later, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly turned his back on him. On the grounds of ten crimes including colluding with the demon clan, falling into the devil way, and treachery, he surrounded Gaoshanren Wangcheng like a thunderbolt, and drove straight in.
"...the 'leading party' who helped the internal and external cooperation seems to be Weiyun." Xuanji said, "but failed to rescue those children, King Weiyu took the hostages in anger, and wanted to hold them back even if he died, and finally poisoned them all—with The most important thing is to refine the blood of sharks and refine the poisonous gas chamber of "poison", so every child corpse is filled with a lot of poison. Filling the living things with poison is the first step of their ancient sword refining method. "
"What?!" The Fengshen present were all shocked.
"The sword spirit is of course made by living things." Xuan Ji took out a cigarette out of nowhere, put it in his mouth, and smiled casually, "Otherwise, what do you think it is, artificial intelligence? I said, our field office is Shouldn't you read more books, you could have passed the Turing test three thousand years ago, what are you thinking, are you planning to award a bunch of Fields Medals to these people?"
Yan Qiushan struggled a bit, touched the wound, and shrank from the pain.
He thought, "Was Zhichun once a living person?"
Had he also struggled in the desperate and vicious merman's blood, and was finally imprisoned in a knife? Then I thought I treated him well, even after his blade was destroyed, I tried every means to restore him, what was it
The puppet girl: "So... So after the Gaoshan people were exterminated, the last batch of magic soldiers whose whereabouts were unknown were always in human form, and they were always in the tomb of the Gaoshan prince? Even Qing Pingsi was kept in the dark, thinking..."
"To prevent you from stealing yourself, oh, you are right." Sheng Lingyuan thought that these things were recorded in the history books of later generations. Anyway, he basically didn't understand what Xuan Ji said just now, and didn't think much about it. He switched back to Mandarin and even boasted Xuan Ji said, "Good memory - I'm unlucky, and I'm not used to machetes. Who would you like this knife?"
On the speedboat, only Sheng Lingyuan and Xuan Ji could understand the ancient language. To the ears of others, it was a group of "birds' language" that sometimes sang in harmony and sometimes sang in turn.
King Gaoshan Weiyu didn't seem to pay attention to other people. All the child corpses were aimed at Sheng Lingyuan alone. As the current captain of Fengshenyi, Wang Ze had never received such a "cold treatment". Akiyama's injury made him anxious, and on the other hand he was furious: "Give it to me! Damn it, these orphans who haven't graduated from the nine-year compulsory education can't speak Mandarin, who are they looking down on?"
Xuan Ji waved at the scimitar, and the blade obediently fell into his palm.
"Excuse me," he said softly, smoking a cigarette, "let me cut off the bullshit to collect the debt."
Sheng Lingyuan thought that Xuan Ji was talking about his natal sword - because he requisitioned the sword body, Xuan Ji didn't even have a weapon in his hand now, and it was a pity that he had one more steel than his bare hands.
So His Majesty waved his hand generously, and wrote a bad check: "It should be so, if there is a chance in the future, I will pay you again."
Xuan Ji turned her back to Sheng Lingyuan, and smiled silently. Suddenly, complex flame-shaped lines appeared on the body of the scimitar, and the blade made a soft "buzz", and the children's corpses who were jumping up and down stopped suddenly.
Immediately afterwards, there was a layer of snow-white flame on the blade, and the blade split open the night and the deep sea. The flame was the same as the fire that he burned through the gloomy barrier at the bottom of the sea. spread out.
The gloomy sacrificial rites pervading the deep sea were like encountering a natural enemy, retreating in groups, and the sword spirits "cracked" their teeth, forming a circle around the speedboat and retreating more than 20 meters.
"You guys go first—Graduate student, why are you starting to howl again? Stop crying and send the wounded to the hospital," Xuan Ji stretched out her wings behind her back and soared into the air from the speedboat, blowing a smoke ring from her nose, "Contact Xiao Director, tomorrow our department will be renamed 'Broken Post'."
At this moment, the seriously injured Yan Qiushan struggled to get up.
Gu Yuexi hurriedly shouted: "Captain Yan, don't move around!"
The next moment, she found that Yan Qiushan was staring straight at a certain place, his eyes seemed to be bleeding.
Gu Yuexi followed his gaze, and the gloomy sacrificial text forced back by Xuan Ji shrank into a line, converging on a figure not far away, making him stand out.
Among countless child corpse sword spirits, there is a familiar face who is also lifeless - Zhichun.