Chapter 378: Soul Sacrifice Sword

"Incredible! It's really incredible..."

"Senior! Is there anything wrong?"

"No! Nothing! The calamity clouds have been dispersed. Those calamity thunders may seem fierce, but they are actually like trees without roots and water without sources. They cannot last long. The truly incredible thing is your new flying sword! I really wonder what went wrong to forge such a spiritual flying sword!" Seeing Xiao Mian's puzzled expression, the scholar explained: "Why do you think the flying sword didn't completely disperse the calamity clouds? I originally thought it was because it was not strong enough, but now it seems... …”

“Is it tempering itself with the thunder?”

“Yes! Heavenly tribulations, no matter how big or small, are a test and recognition of the heavens to the cultivators, and of course a reward - a large heavenly tribulation can reshape the cultivator's body. Although it cannot completely change it, it can also enhance the cultivator's physical strength; although a small heavenly tribulation is not as good as a large heavenly tribulation, it can also temper the cultivator's body and strengthen its body. Now what this flying sword is doing is to temper the sword body with the thunder and strengthen itself. ”

After listening to the scholar's explanation, Xiao Mian was also stunned. It seems that his flying sword is not a fuel-saving lamp!

Although the flying sword was trembling constantly due to the thunder, it persisted in the end. Just as the scholar predicted, the thunder gradually calmed down after raging for a while. Just as a sword whistle sounded, the flying sword suddenly became a hundred times larger, like a whale swallowing up all the remaining thousands of calamity clouds in the air and swallowed them clean.

The Zhoutian Huanyu was empty, the calamity clouds dissipated, and the sky was clear.

The flying sword was getting bigger and smaller, accompanied by waves of trembling, and suddenly it became unstable and fell from midair, falling just three feet in front of Xiao Mian.

Xiao Mian wanted to reach out and pick up the flying sword, but he saw a figure flashing, and the old man surnamed Wu had already got there first.

"This sword should have been cast, but it was tempered by thunder just now, I'm afraid there is something wrong with it, let me check it again! Huairen, this flying sword should be the proudest work of my life, you go and prepare a heavenly sacrifice ceremony for me!"

"Heavenly sacrifice ceremony? That's fine!"

After thinking about it, the scholar led Xiao Mian away quietly.

The so-called heavenly sacrifice ceremony is to report something to the heaven, these things may be big or small, but without exception, they are extremely important to the heavenly sacrificer.

For example, the so-called heavenly sacrifice ceremony of the old man surnamed Wu is to tell the heaven that this flying sword was born, which shows that the old man surnamed Wu attaches great importance to this flying sword.

If the refining of this flying sword can help Senior Brother Wu regain his spirits, it will be a good thing for him and Wanzong City.

Wanqing Shoudan is enough to extend Senior Brother Wu's life by 30 years. If he can seek a breakthrough in these 30 years, it will be even better!

The scholar just thought about it, and suddenly his heart moved, his face changed drastically, and he stopped abruptly. Then, regardless of Xiao Mian's questions, the scholar turned around and returned to the weapon refining workshop.

When Xiao Mian also turned back to the weapon refining workshop, he was shocked by what he saw.

The old man surnamed Wu was not checking the flying sword as he said. On the contrary, the flying sword was inserted straight into the heart of the old man surnamed Wu.

The strange thing is that there was not a trace of blood splashing out!

"Brother Wu! You... why are you doing this..."

"This sword... is too strange! Everything will turn to its opposite extreme, and too much is as bad as too little. It can smash the thunder tribulation as soon as it is born, and turn the thunder tribulation into its own use. If it becomes powerful in the future, won't it wash the world with blood? Cough cough..." The old man surnamed Wu's face became worse and worse in the violent coughing, and he insisted: "Since this sword is made by me, Wu Lieyang, it cannot be allowed to have the slightest possibility of causing harm to the world! I will take full responsibility!"

"You! Brother Wu, do you want to..."

"Don't try to stop me!" Staring at the scholar, the old man who called himself Wu Lieyang suddenly became full of vigor and vitality, and the momentum he exuded was not inferior to that of Granny Hua and Bai Haoping. Obviously, he was also a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator. The scholar's face changed again and again, and finally just sighed. He never thought that things would turn out like this. Seeing that the scholar had given up trying to stop him, Wu Lieyang smiled faintly: "Huairen! You are still so soft-hearted! But this is also due to your character, which is rare and precious."

"It's all my fault! I shouldn't have lied to my senior brother! Knowing that my senior brother and the Bai family are mortal enemies, my senior brother would never take the Wanqing Shoudan made by the Bai family, but I..."

"Stop talking!" Shaking his head, Wu Lieyang smiled at the scholar: "Before the master died, he warned you 'Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you'. Today, my senior brother will give you a sentence: The sea accommodates hundreds of rivers, and tolerance makes it great; the wall stands thousands of feet high, and no desire makes it strong!"

"Thank you! Senior brother!"

"Let's go! Take this kid away, I want to complete the last step!"

"Yes!"

Nodding, the scholar winked at Xiao Mian and left the weapon refining workshop again.

Although Xiao Mian was puzzled, he knew that the matter was of great importance and had to withdraw with him.

"Senior, why is Senior Wu like this?"

"I harmed Senior Brother Wu! Senior Brother Wu is a very stubborn person with a very stubborn personality. He has a lot of prejudices against the Bai family and refuses to take any of the Bai family's elixirs. I thought that with your presence and the temptation of the seventh-level spiritual material, Senior Brother should be able to regain his ambition, but I didn't expect that in the end... He wanted to combine his body with the sword!"

"Combine his body with the sword?"

"The closest relationship with a flying sword is not the user, but the caster. For a flying sword, the caster is its parent. In the process of casting your flying sword, I am just Knock on the side drum, senior brother is the forger." Having said this, the scholar turned around and looked at the weapon refining workshop not far away. He felt a pain in his heart and said softly: "The so-called sword is made by the body. Died by the sword!"

"..."

"But senior brother's worries are not unnecessary. Your flying sword is indeed too weird. After senior brother died with the sword, he should be able to suppress the evil spirit!"

"So, doesn't it mean that this junior harmed Senior Wu?"

"I can't say that! If it hadn't been for this incident, Brother Wu would have been sitting there waiting for death. On the contrary, during the process of refining this flying sword, I can clearly feel his joy and happiness. For a weapon refining person As a master, there is nothing that makes me happier than refining a top-quality flying sword. I would also like to thank you for giving him this opportunity. Besides, this sword is magical and extraordinary. If it can be carried forward in your hands in the future, Wu Lieyang's name is known throughout the world and will be remembered forever."

"...Thank you, senior!"

"Let's go in!"

"yes!"

After waiting for a while, the two entered the weapon refining workshop again.

At this time, Wu Lieyang had passed away peacefully, with a smile on his face. Apart from his abnormally pale face, his complexion was actually better than when Xiao Mian first saw him.

The flying sword that killed his father lay quietly aside.

The two of them bowed to Wu Lieyang in unison.

Then, the scholar picked up Wu Lieyang's body, while Xiao Mian picked up the flying sword.

As soon as the flying sword was in hand, a feeling of blood connection arose spontaneously. I think this was what the scholar said at that time, using blood to refine the sword, like an arm using fingers.

But when he took a closer look, Xiao Mian was quite surprised: in its normal form, this flying sword was actually nearly three feet long!

You must know that ordinary flying swords are small pocket swords that are no more than three inches long. Xiao Mian has never seen such a long flying sword since he entered the cultivation level!

"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you shed your blood to admit your master!"

"Recognize the Lord by shedding blood? Oh!"

After being reminded by the scholar, Xiao Mian then thought that this flying sword was at the magic weapon level, and it was a new magic weapon flying sword. There was no monk mark inside. As long as Xiao Mian dropped his own blood into it, it would be able to drip blood. Recognize the Lord and avoid the initial sacrifice.

Of course, if you want to fully master this flying sword, you will need many years of practice.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Mian used the flying sword to cut his fingertip, letting the green blood flow out, but not dripping on the sword. Just because this blood is just ordinary blood, and to identify the master with a drop of blood, it must be the natal essence blood in the monk's heart.

The natal essence and blood is the most precious product of a monk.

Under Xiao Mian's deliberate operation, drops of dark green life essence and blood dripped from his fingers and merged into the flying sword. At first, Xiao Mian was okay, but as time went by, more and more of his life essence and blood were dripped in, and even Xiao Mian was a little overwhelmed. What's even weirder is that every drop of natal essence and blood is wrapped with a little bit of true energy. In just a short time, Xiao Mian spent nine points of natal essence and blood and nine points of true essence.

Finally, the flying sword stopped sucking blood, and Xiao Mian breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, the flying sword soared into the sky, and a sword whistle resounded in all directions.

If that was all, after the sword roar, Feijian turned his sword and suddenly swung a chaotic sword light towards Wanzong City under the sacred mountain, like a sword falling from the sky...