In the next moment, Ding Hao pressed all the azure mother essence ore onto the Demonic Rusty Sword.
This is not the end.
Ding Hao exerted force with both palms and wiped his palms on the sharp edge. Immediately, bright red blood spurted out and stained the Yuan Mu Concentrate and the Demonic Rusty Sword.
Then something amazing happened.
The blood and Yuanmu concentrate fused together, as if alive, and spread automatically towards the blade of the Demonic Rusty Sword. The separation sprouted like a thread of blood, wrapping around the Demonic Rusty Sword, faintly as if It is to penetrate into the blade of the sword.
Ding Hao did not hesitate and immediately started to use the formula taught by Sword Ancestor.
In the sea of consciousness, divine consciousness began to circulate like a whirlpool of stars.
Ding Hao slowly closed his eyes.
…
The moment I closed my eyes, there was darkness.
Then soon the darkness in my eyes changed, and everything disappeared, replaced by a vast world of ice and snow, with the cold wind howling, snowflakes and ice slag dancing, everything between heaven and earth seemed to be frozen, the sky was dark, the ground was white, It creates a strange color contrast.
Between heaven and earth, there is an aura of sadness.
"This is... the time in the Rusty Sword!"
Ding Hao was stunned and suddenly understood. Everything he saw in front of him was exactly the world of swords that Sword Ancestor had mentioned before. A taboo weapon like the Rusty Sword had a small world inside. He had just urged Sword Ancestor to stay. The following formula, using Yuanmu concentrate and his own essence and blood as the medium, finally entered the inner world of Rusty Sword.
The first step is completed.
Ding Hao was a little curious. If the Rusty Sword was so powerful, what kind of secrets did it contain? Can its origin be discovered this time
He soon discovered that he was completely outside the painting. Snowflakes passed through his body as if passing through the air. He looked at all this blankly. Suddenly, a hurricane blew and ice cubes and snowflakes were flying.
Yes, this is because it is not his own body that enters this small world of Rusty Sword.
But his own consciousness.
Amidst the deafening roar, the icebergs were carried up by the hurricane and flew high into the sky. They kept hitting each other and shattered, with ice shards flying everywhere. It was like the end of the world. The wind was so strong that it was simply beyond normal. laws of physics.
The ice, snow and ice on the ground were peeled off layer by layer.
Then something underneath was revealed that shocked Ding Hao—
It turned out to be a huge humanoid corpse!
A corpse that was so huge that it completely exceeded the limits of Ding Hao's imagination. It was so huge. Ding Hao was high in the sky. When he looked down, it was as if he was seeing a vast continent. He could only vaguely recognize it from its outline. It's a corpse.
The wind swept up the icebergs and snow all over the sky, ruffling the long hair and beard of the huge corpse, as if the ocean was boiling.
The more Ding Hao looked, the more frightened he became.
He didn't know how terrifying this giant was when he was alive. Even after he died, he still exuded a terrifying and suffocating pressure. He suddenly realized that this hurricane was not naturally generated, but the remaining threat of the corpse. The pressure stirs up the air, forming air turbulence.
Upon closer inspection, the giant corpse had a clear face and recognisable appearance. It was an extremely tall giant. Its eyebrows were like mountains and forests, and its nose was like a peak supporting the sky. It was just like the Pangu giant who created the world in myths and legends of previous lives.
"Yes, it turns out that every time I activated the rusty sword, the forbidden power was actually emanating from this corpse..."
Ding Hao suddenly realized something in his heart.
The power of the rusty sword is exactly the remaining pressure of this huge corpse. Every time he injects profound energy to activate the rusty sword, he actually evaporates the power of the corpse's pressure through the rusty sword... This is really too powerful. Incredible!
Just the remaining coercive power of the corpse can defeat a strong man in the divine realm. How terrifying is the power of this corpse in life
What state has it reached
Could it be... an immortal
Only the legendary supreme immortal, even if he has died for who knows how many thousands of years, will still have such power and coercion remaining. Other than that, there is no other explanation.
Ding Hao's mind was numb.
He never thought that there would be such a secret in the small world inside the Rusty Sword, and such a terrifying corpse. He must have been very famous during his lifetime, even the supreme ruler of a world. Why would he sleep in this small world of the Rusty Sword
As the coercive storm broke out, Ding Hao felt like a rice hull in the storm. He gradually became unable to control himself, as if his body was about to be torn to pieces.
"No, even though my consciousness has reached the realm and is more solid than that of ordinary powerful men in the divine realm, facing the terrifying pressure of what seems to be the corpse of an immortal, I still can't hold on for long and I'm about to collapse!"
Ding Hao was frightened and quickly took off into the air, trying his best to avoid being swept away by this coercive storm.
Once one's body is torn and broken, it means that the consciousness is broken and one has to exit the small world inside the Rusty Sword. This attempt is tantamount to failure. Not only will the Sword Ancestor be unable to enter the Rusty Sword, but one's own consciousness will also suffer heavy losses.
Is this the danger Sword Ancestor mentioned before
Ding Hao somewhat understood.
"It's too dangerous here. Your consciousness can't last for half an hour. Don't stay here for too long. Find the sword soul quickly..." The voice of the Sword Ancestor rang in Ding Hao's mind.
Ding Hao's heart trembled, and he turned his attention away from the huge corpse of a suspected immortal, looking for the sword soul of the rusty sword.
According to the Sword Ancestor, the Rusty Sword is of extremely high quality. A weapon of this level contains the Sword Spirit and Sword Soul. However, due to the serious damage to the Rusty Sword, the Sword Spirit and Sword Soul within it is feared. Already dead and fallen, or in an extremely weak state of slumber.
Ding Hao must find the place where the Sword Spirit fell or rested in this small world of Rusty Sword, so that he can guide the Sword Ancestor into it, replace it, and become the new Sword Spirit.
Ding Hao searched in this small world of ice and snow.
After about an incense stick, the sky full of wind, snow, hail and the impact of the iceberg fell to the ground again. The pressure of the huge corpse disappeared and was once again covered by snowflakes and ice. Ding Hao guessed that this was suspected to be the pressure of the immortal corpse. The erection may be intermittent.
I don't know how long it took, but Ding Hao finally came to an ice peak that towered into the clouds like a sharp sword.
A soft and faint brilliance flickered on the top of the ice peak.
"That's the sword spirit of the Rusty Sword. Be careful when approaching." The sword ancestor's voice sounded slightly excited.
With a thought in his mind, Ding Hao soared into the sky and arrived at the top of the Ice and Snow Sword Peak in an instant. This peak was as slender as a needle and there was no room for one person to stand on it.
A ball of silvery brilliance, as soft as the afterglow of the setting sun, shimmered on the tip of the ice peak.
Ding Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and observed carefully.
This ball of light is about two to three meters in diameter and oval in shape. It is suspended on the top of the ice and snow sword. It flashes brightly and dimly. There is a very weak breath that expands and contracts. There is no fluctuation of consciousness. It is completely like death. Things are ordinary.
"It's dead..."
Sword Ancestor sighed.
The sword soul of the Rusty Sword has no life consciousness fluctuations, which means that it has died long ago. This ball of silver brilliance is just the last trace left in the small world of the Rusty Sword, proving that it once existed. For the Rusty Sword, it has No more control.
"This white brilliance is the original embryo of the sword spirit. It is the most primitive foundation for the birth of the sword spirit from any divine sword. It has no conscious soul, it is just a ball of spiritual energy, which is the embodiment of the sword's own vitality," Sword Ancestor The voice sounded and explained: "Only a divine sword that can produce the embryo of the sword spirit can give birth to its own will. Once the sword master connects and resonates with this will, he can achieve the state of unity between man and sword. , control the divine sword as you like and exert the sword’s maximum power.”
Following this solemn voice, the image of a rich and handsome young man appeared in front of Ding Hao's eyes.
I saw that he was wearing a high crown, with ancient golden dragon-shaped hairpins passing through the crown, like golden threads. The hair tie above his eyebrows was inlaid with a piece of simple and beautiful jade. His robes were fluttering, and his belt caught the wind, like a scholar. He is like a Confucian scholar, looking gentle and gentle, with a spring breeze-like smile on his face, which makes people feel like they are bathing in the spring breeze.
Ding Hao was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was saying, dumbfounded: "You...are...Senior Sword Ancestor?"
The Confucian scholar smiled slightly and said, "Yes, it's me."
Ding Hao opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say.
I have imagined for thousands of times what this evil-minded old monster would look like, but I never imagined that he would be such a handsome young man with a gentle manner and a scholarly temperament. The impression he gave people was totally inconsistent with what he said before. The way you do things.
"Isn't it surprising?" Jianzu smiled slightly, and suddenly a hint of pride flashed deep in his eyes, and said: "Hahaha, young man, don't be fooled by my handsome appearance and chic temperament. I am actually a very good person. Ordinary and ordinary people.”
Ding Hao: "..."
How am I confused by you? I just think your appearance is a bit inconsistent with your mean and wretched temperament, okay
Ding Hao did not express his inner complaints.
at this time-
"I'm so sorry! You are indeed an old man who wants to save face until you die. He is already tens of thousands of years old. Do you dare to show your true face to others?" Daozu's voice suddenly sounded, and he sneered: "For your poor sake I can’t stand the vanity of using the appearance of my former master to deceive Xiao Dingzi.”
Jian Zu was stunned, then suddenly became furious and said: "You damn crazy bitch, you are here to undermine me again. What happened to me who is tens of thousands of years old? Ah? Aren't you over ten thousand years old yourself?" A long-lived man is as strong as a tower, and a ten-thousand-year-old woman is like a piece of shit. You’d better take care of yourself first!”
The words fell.
With a bang, the brilliance dispersed, and the handsome Confucian scholar's shadow disappeared.