When he was in the sword mound, Fang Xing had already felt that the sword fetus had extraordinary aura, at least not weaker than the five-color sword fetus enshrined in the hall, but the aura was too violent and strange, so Fang Xing did not dare to fuse it casually. If someone forcibly merged, he had no choice but to accept his fate. In fact, his future practice path will inevitably intersect with this sword embryo.
That being the case, why not reach a settlement with it earlier, so as to use part of its strength
The sword womb has a spirit, it is nurtured by the monks, and can grow with the power of the monks. In the sword womb, in addition to its own power, it should also possess the ancient flying sword technique that has been lost on the Tianyuan Continent. However, according to the records of the secret book, it would be strange if you didn't get tempted by the miraculous spell that can "spit out a white light, killing the enemy thousands of miles away".
And it stands to reason that the method of comprehending this ancient flying sword technique is also very simple. The mystery of the sword embryo lies here, because the sword embryo is the spirituality bred in the flying sword, so it itself has the knowledge about the ancient flying sword. To put it bluntly, as long as the communication with the sword embryo is complete, and then after one's own practice and the integration of the sword embryo, the ancient flying sword technique will naturally become.
It's just that Fang Xing's black sword embryo is a bit weird. After entering the sea of consciousness, he flew straight into the foggy area of Fang Xing's sea of consciousness. Until now, he has communicated with Fang Xingling, lazily sinking Fang Xing had already tried to communicate with the loach at the bottom of the pond several times, but the old man remained silent and didn't respond to any spiritual thoughts, as if he had been in a deep sleep.
In normal times, he would go with him, but now that the challenge is imminent, Fang Xing doesn't care much about it.
"Black sword fetus, come out and chat with the young master..."
The true spirit stood outside the foggy area, Fang Xing activated his consciousness and shouted to the foggy area.
He has also learned to be smart, but now he dare not break into the foggy area casually, otherwise he will be photographed back to reality by the fog.
However, after the spiritual thoughts were introduced into the Sea of Consciousness area, they were like stones sinking into the sea, without any reaction.
Fang Xing waited for a while, unwilling to reconcile, and shouted again: "That black ugly sword, come out and talk to your young master..."
There was still no movement, and there was silence in the mist.
Fang Xing was annoyed this time, and he scolded directly, "I'm going to fuck you, you are quite arrogant. There is nothing that has entered the young master's sea of consciousness that I can't use. Why isn't Huo always on call? Even that sword light once helped the young master, why are you so arrogant? When the young master raises his cultivation level one day, he will have to kick you out..."
As his spiritual thoughts spread into the mist area, there was still no movement, but the mist surged for a while, as if something had changed inside, and Fang Xing vaguely felt that there was anger rising inside.
He knew there was something going on, so he cursed even louder: "You ugly broken sword, you forcibly merged with your young master, but you refused to pass on the ancient flying sword technique to me, and you refused to listen to my instructions. I know, but the young master rescued you from the abyss of the sword mound. Do you have any fucking conscience? Let me tell you, the young master is going to do a very dangerous thing now, when the time comes If I die, you will not be well in my sea of consciousness, and you will disappear in smoke, and the game will be over... "
In the mist, there was a sudden bang, like a lightning strike, and a surge of divine thoughts radiated out.
Fang Xing had already made psychological preparations, and fled far away with a "whoosh", carefully observing the changes in the mist.
However, what made him heave a sigh of relief was that it wasn't that the Black Sword Embryo in the mist was enraged by him, and wanted to come out to fight him, but what it emitted was actually just a divine thought, suspended in the mid-air of the sea of consciousness, It turned into a mass of translucent black brilliance, without any murderous intent. At the same time, a wave of divine sense came out from the mist, which turned into a pale but distant voice that echoed.
"If you don't have enough skills, you are not considered a hero, but you are considered a fool at best. If you go, no one will stop you. I will give you this skill. Go and realize it yourself. Don't come looking for me!"
"Huh? Don't you deserve to be controlled by me?"
Fang Xing looked at the foggy area vigilantly, and called out loudly.
The big black sword in the mist is very shameless: "Huh, with your current level, what qualifications do you have to control me? I chose you, and I just wanted to find a better sword box. Take that trick and go. It's okay, don't bother me!"
After finishing speaking, the voice gradually sank, and there was no more sound.
Fang Xing yelled for a while, he had to negotiate with it and challenge it, but the big black sword became dumb.
"Anyway, it's good to scold for a while..."
Fang Xing sighed. Although he couldn't control the black sword, he managed to force something out.
With the real spirit nearby, he carefully detected the black brilliance for a while, and found that there was nothing unusual, so he was a little relieved, and thought that this big black sword chose itself as its "sword case", so naturally he did not destroy the sword case casually For the reason, he became ruthless and swallowed the ball of brilliance in one gulp. In a flash, a series of mysterious heart formulas circulated in his mind...
Fang Xing pondered for a long while, and finally he slowly figured out this formula.
Contrary to what he imagined, this technique is not a method of controlling a sword at all, and it is not even a spell. If you have to find a suitable term, this is a combat method specially tailored for war repairs, strictly speaking, it is somewhat similar to ordinary martial arts.
What's more, this set of methods does not have any name, nor does it indicate the grade, so it is difficult to judge whether it is good or bad.
Fang Xing looked at it for a while, a little unwilling, and shouted into the mist again: "It's so easy to be a young master, the ancient flying swordsmanship that you promised, you hurry up and hand it over to me, or don't be in the middle of the young master's knowledge." stay in the sea..."
Just about to scold a few more words to get some benefits, but unexpectedly, this time the big black sword didn't talk nonsense with him at all, the mist came over like a wave, and directly slapped Fang Xing's true spirit twice, and the whole person woke up , has already retreated from the sea of self-knowledge, he stayed for a while, was so angry that he cursed bitterly: "This bastard is even bigger than the young master, do you think you are the uncle?"
The Golden Crow was flying in the air with Fang Xing hunched over, and didn't notice that Fang Xing had sunk into the sea of consciousness. He was startled when he heard such a scolding, and turned his head and gave Fang Xing a blank look: "Scared me!" Jump, what are you scolding?"
Fang Xingdao: "Call me a bastard, how is your sword fetus doing now?"
Jin Wu said: "I just started contacting and cultivating feelings, what are you asking?"
Fang Xing became even more depressed when he heard this, and thought to himself, why is this black sword fetus of my master so difficult to deal with
He originally wanted to subdue the black sword embryo at this critical moment, so that he could get a helping hand, but he didn't expect that the black sword embryo would not buy his account, so he had no choice but to study the unknown skills it gave him to try. Tried it, speaking of it, this unnamed kungfu is about maneuvering and changing, close to body combat, which suits his appetite, but it's a pity that such combat skills are often not high-level.
At this time, within the mountain gate of Qingyun Sect, a execution platform with a height of one hundred feet has been erected.
And on the execution platform, there is a huge purple gold pillar with iron chains on it, and an old man with black beard and halberd is tied. On the sword wound, it was scorched, sealing the bloody mouth. Above his head, there were eight purple flags floating, gathering clouds, and in front of him, there were hundreds of ancient bronze swords, all sticking with blood.
Under the execution platform, there is a row of executioners and warriors. Among them are alchemists, pharmacists who are also proficient in medical skills, and monks who control thunder. Such a group of people are carefully selected by the imperial family to execute People, but in Qingyunzong's original seven peaks, after the wine and meat monk carried the mountain away, there were only five remaining, and now there is a monk sitting cross-legged on each of the five peaks.
Among the five people, on the main peak in the middle, sit the Jindan cultivators of Huangfu's family, and on the other four peaks, sit masters from the Jiuqu Department, Lingyun Department, Dangyou Department, and Black Marsh Department, all of whom are gold masters. Dan, these five people are in charge of sitting here and waiting for Fang Xing to come. They hide their bodies so that it is difficult for others to find them, but their spiritual consciousness covers a whole hundred miles.
In such a situation, as long as Fang Xing came here and there was a slight abnormality, they could immediately control the situation.
For Fang Xing alone, five golden elixirs were dispatched, and the hatred of the Huangfu family was evident.
The huge Qingyun Sect has suddenly turned into a big urn, just waiting for Fang Xing to take the initiative to enter the game.
And in the urn, Tie Rukuang was so miserable that he was almost human!