The anger and resentment in this question shocked Feng Wuxie!
Just as Feng Wuxie was worried, this group of black energy was about to be contaminated by evil powers and lost his spiritual wisdom—
The sword spirit in the black spirit spoke again:
"Human, you have suppressed my evil power by chance and restored me a trace of my own spiritual consciousness. I will not thank you or kill you, you, let's go!"
"What about you?" Feng Wuxie didn't comment, but just asked.
"Me? Huh." The voice in the dark breath revealed a sense of sadness: "I am like this, how can I get out! Staying here is nothing more than turning into an evil spirit at best. So I decided to destroy my spiritual consciousness! "
Feng Wuxie's eyes drenched—this sword wanted to destroy itself? !
No way!
However, without waiting for Feng Wuxie to stop it, the sword began to tremble violently, and a nearly devastating hurricane force erupted from the black energy that the sword spirit was in!
"No!" Feng Wuxie yelled out in a hurry, and a sky fire came out of his palm!
The sky fire was like a gun, entangled tightly outside the black energy, temporarily confining the power of that group of black energy.
Feng Wuxie did not hesitate at all, and continued to make a move. What followed was a Vientiane Needle!
The trick used is exactly-Purifying Stitches!
With the power of purifying the soul, the Tianji needle shoots straight into the human form gathered by the black energy!
Feng Wuxie is actually not sure whether the shock needle method will be effective at this time, but she speculates that since the "Healing Soul" says that the main function of the soul needle method is purification, then... Sword Spirit to try as an adult
Otherwise, such a huge evil force would be really hard to suppress with her own power!
I saw that the evil power entwined around the sword spirit seemed to be stimulated by the soul-purifying needle, and it began to swell violently!
Feng Wuxie was as calm as water, and took two more shots!
The soul-cleansing needle method was used, and the spiritual power was mastered, and the black energy of the blade began to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Feng Wuxie was overjoyed: It really worked!
However, the process of the sword spirit being purified was extremely painful, and the human figure in the black aura almost shouted in anger: "Damn human beings, what are you going to do?"
Feng Wuxie shook his head and sighed, "You are an ancient sword weapon with such powerful power. How can I watch you destroy yourself? I want to save you."
"Save me?" The sword spirit laughed mockingly as if he had heard some big joke: "What about after saving me? Continue to suppress me in this dark tomb? This time, how many years is it? ?!"
"Why do you always say that you are suppressed? Who on earth are you suppressed here?"
Just listening to the sword spirit’s voice is clearly laughing, but he smiles like sorrow and hate, anger and sorrow: "Ha ha ha... Who are you who suppressed me? I tell you, this is the one who suppressed me. The owner of the tomb! That is, the soul-casting master who gave me birth!"
—The one who moulded her suppressed her here!
Hearing this answer, Feng Wuxie frowned.
"Absurd! How can there be a reason to cast a weapon and suppress her?" She wondered
He said strangely: "What's more, it's a Horcrux like you!"
"Heh!" The black air sneered: "It's weird? That soul-forging master is the greatest soul-forging expert in ancient times. He exhausted his hundreds of years of power to cast nine peerless sword Horcruxes. But, he regards us nine as masterpieces of life's hard work, neither donating them nor selling them, and since the day we were born, he has sealed us in a secret room!"
The sword spirit’s voice was full of hatred:
"Until he was about to die, he worked hard! In order to prevent others from gaining us, he ordered people to seal all of our nine swords in nine different regions! And I—was sealed to him. In the grave! He is dead, let me be buried!"
"Extremely selfish!" Feng Wuxie is also extremely disdainful of such people.
When the power of the Horcrux reaches a certain level, it can nurture the spirit!
Like human beings, the spirits have wisdom and spiritual consciousness, but this soul-forging master has sealed the sword spirits and spirits that he bred by himself for thousands of years. He has been tortured by the evil spirits and cannot be used as "cruel". "To describe it!
But... This sword spirit said that there are nine of them that were cast together with it? !
Feng Wuxie couldn't help wondering... what the other eight powerful swords looked like!
At this moment, the black energy enveloping the sword spirit's body has become less and less, but the figure of the sword spirit is still chaotic, and it is not clear.
It continued:
"Oh, he is dead, I have been staying in this evil tomb, I don't know day and night, and I am always accompanied by ghost fire! I feel my soul is gradually being infested and corroded by evil, I only hate-if he is only for Seal me, why did you cast me in the first place?"
Up to this point, Feng Wuxie had roughly understood the life and experience of this poor sword spirit, and he couldn't help being upset by it, but he didn't say anything to comfort her.
—Just ask:
"You feel that being buried in the mausoleum makes you worse off than death, so you want to self-destruct?!"
"Hmph, you humans, greedy and selfish, only know how to use our power! That damn soul-forge is so, and you—do you think I don’t know your purpose?"
"My purpose?" Feng Wuxie tilted his head and chuckled, "My purpose is very simple."
"Heh, the reason why you prevented me from destructing myself is just to make a contract with me and let me be your puppet!" Listening to Jian Ling's tone, it seemed that he wanted to burn with Feng Wuxie's jade: "I tell you, don't think My Feathered Sword will never be controlled by you human beings who are in vain!"
It said these words fiercely, and then Feng Wuxie seemed to be totally inconsiderate, and nodded clearly:
"So you are called Yanyu."
Sword Spirit snorted heavily.
Feng Wuxie said lightly:
"—I don't want you to self-destruct, because I cherish that you are a rare soldier."
Yan Feather Sword: "..."
Feng Wuxie: "I want to take you out of the tomb because I can't bear to keep you trapped here, be invaded by evil, and resent loneliness."
Yan Feather Sword: "..."
Feng Wuxie
"I hope you can use it for me because I admire your power! But if you don't want to make a contract with me, I will naturally not force it. After saving you, the sky is high and the earth is wide, you can leave!"
Yanyu Sword: "You... how are you willing to do this, don't you want my power?"
Feng Wuxie: "Think, what I want is not a puppet! But a partner who can fight with me!"
"He... Companion..." After Yanyu Jian was silent for a long time, he muttered these two words, his tone seemed to be moved.
"Yes!" Feng Wuxie replied concisely, but powerfully.
At this moment, the black evil spirit originally attached to the body of the Jianyu Sword has all been purified by Feng Wuxie's Soul Purifying Needle—
The evil spirit that was originally chaotic completely dissipated, and the true body of the Feather Sword began to slowly reveal—
"Human, what you said, is it true?"
-The voice of the sword spirit has also changed!
The voice faded from the original evil spirit power, and these words were so crisp in Feng Wuxie's ears!
Even, with a trace of innocence, begging, and hope:
"You... really won't suppress me and force me to do things I don't want to do?"
"Heh." Feng Wuxie chuckled slightly: "As a spiritist, if you use a forceful way to use a Horcrux, that would be a joke!"
As if feeling the firmness and pride in her tone, Jian Ling was silent for a moment.
"Huh, it's like that!" She said with disdain, but her voice eased.
As the last trace of evil spirits dissipated, a azure light suddenly soared!
Feng Wuxie only felt that a gust of wind-type spirit power was oncoming, and it swept across the entire hall like lightning!
The soul power was shocked and then dissipated.
At the location of the original black energy center, Yanyu Sword revealed her real body!
I saw—
The blade of that sword was like sapphire, the blade was straight and slender, surrounded by the strong wind system spirit power, emitting a cyan gleam.
The sword grid is pure white and soft like wings, vividly visible, yet extremely protective!
There is an azure gem in the middle of the sword grid, and the endless storm surrounds the gem!
—It seems that this gem is the source of the wind power of the entire sword!
At this moment.
The sword spirit who had just fought against Feng Wuxie sat on the sword with curiosity!
It’s just that what Ling Feng Wuxie didn’t expect was—
The sword spirit transformed by this dignified ancient sword tool turned out to be a little girl about fourteen or five years old!
Her eyebrows are extremely beautiful, her body is small, and her body is surrounded by wind spirit power, and she is dressed in a delicate and beautiful blue dress.
Long black hair, twined with cute twin snails, with a strange green mark on his forehead, shaped like a cloud like a feather, with a faint cyan light.
—That is the imprint of the sword spirit.
Feng Wuxie looked at the delicate girl and smiled:
"Then—you, are you willing to leave here with me?"
(End of this chapter)