Instead, there was a little fat man with a dark face and a chubby body who looked like he was only in his teens. He had a shaved head and a thin and long pigtail on the back of his head. He stared with two big eyes and gritted his teeth. Stomping his feet, he was obviously rising against the sword ancestor, but his appearance looked funny and cute.
Ding Hao's mouth was completely opened into an O-shape, and even the corners of his mouth were about to burst.
What the hell!
Is this guy who looks like a fortune-seeking boy the true image of Sword Ancestor? No way? It's really hard to accept. Why does an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years look like an infant? Is this a big joke
"What are you looking at? Our Sword Spirits are not like you humans, which can change with age, but will always maintain the original image. Hum, this is true immortality, you are envious of it. Not coming!”
The Sword Ancestor snorted and ignored Ding Hao. Instead, he turned into a ball of silver light and slowly moved toward the ball of sword spirit embryos at the top of the ice and snow sword. Integrate into the embryo of this sword spirit, and then after countless years and opportunities, you may be able to completely merge with the rusty sword and become the god in the sword.
However, all the Sword Ancestor can do now is to occupy the magpie's nest, like a hermit crab, temporarily living in the embryo of the departed Rusty Sword Spirit and Sword Soul, and begin a long period of recuperation.
At this point, everything Ding Hao wanted to do has been completed.
Suddenly there was another bursting and roaring sound behind him, and the ice and snow storm that had stopped soared into the sky again. The huge corpse that seemed to be an immortal began to erupt with the remaining pressure. The terrible storm was like chaotic turbulence. Compared with the first outbreak, At that time, I don’t know how many times it became tyrannical, and it was on the verge of completely destroying this world.
"Senior, I'm leaving." Ding Hao shouted. He knew that his own consciousness would never be able to sustain such a coercive storm.
"Let's go." Sword Ancestor's voice came out.
Ding Hao activated the secret formula taught by Sword Ancestor before, his mind changed, and the whole moment seemed to melt into the air, slowly disappearing.
…
The next moment.
In the secret practice room, Ding Hao slowly opened his eyes.
"Huh..." He breathed out slowly, and dense beads of sweat fell from his forehead. The whole process was almost without any danger, and he finally successfully sent the Sword Ancestor into the rusty sword.
Because the old monster is in Ding Hao's sea of consciousness and has no power to act independently, Ding Hao's spiritual consciousness must be transformed into it before he can be sent into the rusty sword.
This process consumes very much spiritual consciousness.
Ding Hao pulled his palm away from the rusty sword, and a trace of ice and blood appeared on his palm. He didn't feel any pain, but the half of the water element mother concentrate disappeared completely, and merged with the blade of the rusty sword, as if seeping into it. It's the same as in the rusty spots.
He turned to look at the rusty sword carefully, but there seemed to be no change.
I don’t know what the effect will be after the Sword Ancestor is completely integrated with the Sword Spirit Embryo.
After Ding Hao relaxed slightly, he immediately hugged Yuan Shouyi and restored his consciousness. After about a stick of incense, his energy became full again, his consciousness was radiant, and he could start the next step.
Still activating the previous secret method.
The left hand was still pressed on the magic knife, and the blood flowed out gurglingly, soaking into the blade of the magic knife together with the other half of the water element mother concentrate. The bright red blood seeped into the blade at the same speed as sand, and it looked extremely weird.
"Sister Dao, I'm starting, are you okay?" Ding Hao asked.
"Let's get started." Dao Zu's voice was also a bit solemn.
Ding Hao slowly closed his eyes.
…
The small world inside the magic knife.
The world of fire.
The extremely rich tidal power of the fire element flows in the void like water. The ground is boiling magma, and blue bubbles burst out from it from time to time. The power of the blue flames erupted even surpasses that of Bifang. the fire.
Ding Hao's spiritual consciousness walked carefully through this world of flames.
He must avoid being hit by the various flames that spew out from time to time in the magma below, otherwise he will be seriously injured and exit the small world in an instant.
The inner world of this magic sword is even worse than the inner world of the Rusty Sword.
Fortunately, Ding Hao did not find the huge corpse of a suspected immortal.
About a quarter of an hour later, Ding Hao suddenly felt a hint of coolness. The further he walked, the cooler it became. The temperature dropped rapidly. This strange phenomenon made him alert. After about ten thousand meters, the temperature in the air had become Extremely cool.
But the tidal power of the surrounding fire elements has not diminished.
This is a strange phenomenon.
Ding Hao soon discovered the source of this strange thing.
A ball of blood.
A ball of red and somewhat dazzling blood floated slowly a hundred meters in front of him, constantly changing its shape, as if it were boiling liquid. A strong smell of blood filled the surroundings, and a dazzling red light came from here. A ball of blood burst out, as if it was a round of Hao Yue dyed red by blood.
It is this dazzling blood mass that absorbs all the surrounding heat, which is why the temperature in the area drops sharply and becomes so cool.
Thinking carefully, Ding Hao was even more shocked.
The conduction of heat in the air is extremely stable and fast. The inner space of the magic knife is completely a scorching world, and the small blood mass in front of you is only ten meters in diameter at most, but it can make all objects within ten thousand meters around it The space is so cool, this is not a simple thing, it is against the entire small world.
In other words, the terrifying heat of the entire small world cannot resist this blood mass, nor can it heat up the space within 10,000 meters around the blood mass.
To this extent, the power contained in this mass of blood seems to be no weaker than the power of the mysterious and huge suspected immortal corpse in the world of Rusty Sword, and it can completely compete with others.
All along, the Rusty Sword and the Demonic Sword have shown the same level of forbidden power. Sure enough, even the weirdness in them is almost exactly the same.
Ding Hao did not dare to get too close to the blood clot.
Because when you are more than a hundred meters away, you can feel that there is a mixture of violence, cruelty, blood, madness, revenge, despair, panic and other negative emotions, emanating from this blood mass. Palpitations.
"Don't get close, this is a ball of demon blood," Daozu's voice suddenly sounded in Ding Hao's mind, saying: "A ball of demon blood, although the consciousness within it has been shattered, still has the terrifying power of destruction. Power, if it infiltrates your consciousness, it will pollute your sea of consciousness."
Ding Hao nodded.
At the same time, a ball of brilliance flashed, and the Sword Ancestor emerged directly from Ding Hao's sea of consciousness. It was the image of a stunning girl, with jade bones and fairy skin, and the outer skin was as white as if carved from the finest suet jade. She has an innocent and beautiful appearance. Under a pair of curved willow eyebrows, there are big eyes that look like small crescent moons when she smiles. The long eyelashes flicker and there is a clear spring in the eyes.
This girl is so pure, especially when she smiles, people can't help but care for her.
Ding Hao couldn't help but be stunned.
It makes no sense!
How could a grumpy old monster like Sword Zu, who always seems to be younger, have such a pure appearance? It was simply unbearable. When she and Sword Zu were exchanging hatred on weekdays, she would speak sharply. It's heartbreaking, but this image before me...
Ding Hao felt that his world view had collapsed.
"I know what you are thinking," Dao Ancestor smiled slightly, like a hundred flowers blooming, and said: "You must be guessing whether my image at the moment is real. With that bitch's previous vanity, do you think I also You stole the image of your former master, right?"
Ding Hao nodded honestly.
That's what he thought.
Bang!
Daozu raised his hand and gave Ding Hao a slap in the face, and said angrily: "Am I that kind of person? How could I deceive others like that bitch? You actually doubt my character, you should be beaten!"
Ding Hao covered his head and took a step back, deliberately stupidly saying: "Sister Dao, you are very beautiful when you are angry."
Dao Zu burst out laughing and said, "Good boy, your mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter."
Ding Hao laughed, paused, and said: "Sister Dao, let's go find the embryo of this magic sword's sword spirit as soon as possible. Business is more important."
The Sword Ancestor smiled domineeringly and said: "It doesn't matter what you say, this fairy has already discovered the existence of the Sword Spirit Embryo. Okay, you can go back."
The words fell.
Her body turned into a stream of light and rushed directly towards the magma below the demon blood. In a flash, she disappeared into the boiling magma.
Ding Hao was startled and suddenly understood something.
Yes, there is demon blood sitting here, and the temperature of the magma below has dropped to a tolerable range. Daozu obviously discovered something, so he jumped.
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Opening his eyes, his consciousness returned to the secret room.
Ding Hao retracted his palm, and there was a blackened knife mark on his left palm. After using Xuan Gong to treat it, the knife mark soon disappeared.
And the half piece of Yuanmu concentrate has been completely integrated into the magic knife.
"Huh... I finally sent the two old monsters into the sword, which can be regarded as fulfilling a wish. Otherwise, with the golden light beads in the sea of consciousness, I will threaten them sooner or later."
Ding Hao was finally relieved.
A long time ago, Ding Hao had guessed that the Sword Ancestor and the Sword Ancestor were not life forms in the primitive sense such as humans or monsters, but should be some kind of weapon spirit. They were just two old monsters who had little understanding of their origins. It has always been kept secret, and Ding Hao is not sure.
In the past, they had to find some divine materials and forge containers to hold their souls. Now that they can enter the Demonic Rusty Sword, I believe it is a good choice.
A feeling of exhaustion came over me.
Continuously entering the inner world of the Rusty Sword and the Demonic Sword with the body of spiritual consciousness, walking in that dangerous environment, is indeed a risky behavior that consumes extremely spiritual consciousness. Ding Hao looked inside and found that his sea of consciousness was extremely weak, and his spiritual consciousness was extremely weak. Excessive consumption.