After walking for a few dozen meters, I found two more magic wands and two skeletons. They must have been dead for many years. As we walked, there were more and more bones. Most of them were magicians, and a small number were mysterious soldiers.
Moreover, each person's hand had a mark of holding a sword, and each sword was in the same style as the Youhuang sword in Wu Ya's hand. The Cloughs and his son were very excited when they saw it, thinking that the forging senior was about to arrive.
Wu Ya knew that they were the men of Youhuang's former master.
"Youhuang, are you okay? Do you want to come out and take a look?" Wu Ya said in a deep voice.
"Go forward, there will be no danger ahead!" Youhuang didn't seem to have any intention of coming out, but gradually said calmly: "Ahead is the barrier belonging to the Saint of Light, which is full of light power. This dark monster is too weak to dare.
near!"
Weak and weak, Wu Ya twitched the corner of his mouth, becoming more and more curious about the legend. Now was not the time to ask.
Accelerating, Wu Ya ignored the two dwarves and shot directly. He was 100% sure that the human-shaped white light seen by Clough and his son must be related to this place, and what could the human-shaped white light be?
Clough and his son hurriedly caught up, fearing that they would be lost by Wu Ya. Soon the white light stung their eyes. After staying in the dark world for nearly a year, suddenly seeing such a strong light would make them uncomfortable no matter how powerful they were.
Wu Ya also stood in front, dumbfounded, with no intention of abandoning them. The two of them finally got used to it, and gradually came closer, and then they were also stunned.
A white palace suddenly appeared in front of it. The palace was not big, it should only be like a small courtyard, but it was completely snow-white. There was a woman standing in front of the main entrance of the palace. Judging from the smell, the woman must be alive, not
What sculpture.
The woman was floating in the air. Her eyes were closed tightly, and a beautiful crystal floated between her hands. It gave off a faint brilliance, as if there were fluctuations of mysterious energy. And above her, there was a larger crystal floating in the sky. This one was round.
Yes, the light of the palace is radiated from the huge round crystal, and the two crystals seem to be communicating in some way.
"That's..."
Clough withdrew his gaze and suddenly fell on the opposite side of the palace's main entrance. There was a small earthen bag. You could tell what it was without looking at it. There was no tombstone. Instead, there was a sword, a broken sword, inserted in the place of the tombstone.
"Wu Ya, this sword..."
Before Clough could finish speaking, he saw a black shadow suddenly jump out from Wu Ya's body. The black figure slowly approached the sword. Then he knelt down on one knee...
Wu Ya also slowly walked into the white light. With a buzzing sound, the black bracelet of darkness came out of the body and flew to the middle of the palace and the cemetery. It floated and the black and white light reflected each other...
Wu Ya only glanced at it and ignored it. He walked step by step to the sword tomb and took out the Youhuang Sword.
At this moment, Youhuang, who was kneeling on one knee, was submerged into the sword monument. The black light surged, covering half of it in an instant. Like the two crystals in front of the palace, the sword monument and Wuya's Youhuang sword also appeared.
The connection is like some kind of inheritance.
"Old man, what happened? What's going on here?" Kraao asked, as if he had returned to his childhood. There was nothing in the world that his father didn't know.
"I'm not a god, how do I know?" Clover rolled his eyes, not having the consciousness of a great father at all, and then the two of them were about to walk in, but the moment they touched the white light, they were rebounded hard, and they were completely knocked out.
Unable to get close, Clough looked at Wu Ya inside depressedly and said, "Is it true that Senior Forger has no chance with us? That's right, that black shadow just now should be the sword spirit of that brat Wu Ya.
We created the sword spirit of that sword, but is it too powerful? This sword spirit obviously already has spiritual intelligence, and the newborn sword spirit has spiritual intelligence. When did we become so powerful?"
"Perhaps the sword spirit himself is with Wu Ya. He didn't move in until we finished building it!" Kraao said a particularly ridiculous thing. How could the sword spirit just hang out among the crowd?
"It's possible, it's really possible. Have you seen that black bracelet? Maybe the sword spirit is hidden in the bracelet, and then teaches the Wu Ya boy how to forge it, and then puts it into the sword!" Clough's eyes lit up and he said with a very excited expression.
, but Kraao's next words struck him half to death, saying: "Old man, does that mean the sword we made has a sword spirit?"
He was petrified on the spot and immediately roared: "Wu Ya brat, please return our materials quickly, damn the barrier."
Wu Ya didn't know that the two dwarves were on the verge of being furious. At this time, he felt the power coming from the sword monument. It was an extremely dark power. He moved forward indomitably. Just like Youhuang's thoughts, there is no one who cannot be killed in the world.
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The power communicated in a strange way, and the reason was unclear. At the same time, a picture appeared in front of Wu Ya's eyes, a scene of a black shadow constantly killing people. The moves used by the black shadow were all the killing techniques taught to him by Youhuang.
Of all the techniques, Shadow Interception was used the most, and it was so vivid that Wu Ya was sweating coldly when he saw it. If he was targeted, ten lives would probably not be enough.
At the same time, Wu Ya realized that accepting the inheritance of divine weapons is really not the ultimate in martial arts. People are alive, swords are dead, murderous hands are alive, and murderous swords are also dead. In the same way, all divine weapons are like this.
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If Wu Ya were at the same level and faced the dark shadow in front of him, that is, the former master of Youhuang, he would probably be dead if he couldn't stop him in three moves. His so-called cross-level challenge before turned out to be a joke, but it turned out to be true.
There is someone who can use the power of the Spiritual Arms Master to kill the Imperial Arms Division without borrowing magic weapons. Although he knew that fighting requires experience in the past, he was easily satisfied. He only thought that it was enough to master the skills and reach the realm taught by the Soldier Spirit. It turned out that it was still far away.
Not enough, learning, understanding and experience are all indispensable.
The scene changed, and suddenly, the black shadows that were mainly assassins turned into clear kills. Wu Ya also used shadows to intercept and kill the second half of the body. He had already killed Wu Erye clearly, so it was easy to understand and accept it. Only the black shadows killed his fellow assassins.
Level up, kill at higher levels, and then kill at higher levels as well...
Wu Ya was mesmerized by what he saw. It turns out that killing can be so artistic. There is no need for a layout, just a sword!
At the same time, it was also discovered that most of the people killed by the black shadow were magicians, which was consistent with the legend. Time passed slowly, and although Wu Ya did not take action, he knew that the benefits were huge.
"bite……"
I don't know how long it took, Wu Ya suddenly heard a crisp sound, and the scene in front of him suddenly collapsed. The darkness disappeared, and the surroundings were still bright. Looking back, it turned out that the sword monument was broken, and the Youhuang Sword in his hand seemed different.
It is more spiritual, and seems to have a murderous nature that was not seen before. It seems that the previous owner of Youhuang has imprinted his experience and murderous intention into the Youhuang sword...
The Youhuang Sword had not reached the seventh level. Wu Ya realized that it was more difficult to upgrade the Mysterious Weapon the further he went, and he realized how important a good Mysterious Weapon was. Like the Luo family, it took a lot of effort to find a Sixth-level Mysterious Weapon.
A big price to pay.
Of course, when the Youhuang Sword reached the sixth level when it was formed, it did not have a weapon spirit. It is very different from the sixth level Xuanbing Sword with a weapon spirit. Its value in the market is at least a thousand times different. To be sure, the Youhuang Sword
It can only be a sixth-level sword embryo.
It might have been possible to create a mysterious weapon with a weapon spirit when Clarens was alive, but that was a super blacksmith, almost at the pinnacle of existence. Therefore, the Cloughs were so crazy when they saw the creature of the Netherworld Sword.
There are many sixth-level weapons in the world, but there are very few mysterious weapons with weapon spirits.
A mysterious weapon without a weapon spirit can only be called a weapon embryo. But Wuya has a powerful weapon spirit that can transform the weapon embryo into a real mysterious weapon.
Wu Ya also believes that there will always be a time when the Youhuang Sword reaches the seventh level. He puts the space ring into it, raises his head, and condenses his eyes...
"Hey, this is..."
At this moment, he suddenly saw a black shadow suddenly appear on the grave. Judging from his eyes, this black shadow was the shadow that had just taught him the killing technique, the former master of Youhuang.
The black shadow didn't look at him. He walked quietly past him, floated gently, and came to the bracelet of darkness. He stretched out his hand to take off the bracelet of darkness. Unfortunately, he was an undead now and couldn't get the physical object.
Regrettably, he watched quietly, and finally his eyes fell in front of the palace. He did not stay on the girl in front, but fell on the crystal ball floating in the air.
Wu Ya's eyes fell on the girl, Crystal, and he smiled bitterly in his heart. He didn't expect that Crystal would come in and meet him in such a place. What shocked him at first was not the environment here, but Crystal...
The crystal should also be receiving some kind of inheritance, maybe from the Holy Lady of Light, but in terms of time... Heh, I feel relieved when I think about it. I have already received the inheritance from the Youhuang Sword Spirit, and here I am just accepting the inheritance from the Youhuang Master.
With more experience, it will naturally be faster, and the Saint of Light... is strange, Crystal is not a magician, her mysterious weapons are just a little weird.
"Qiang..."
The crystal ball on the crystal head suddenly made bursts of sound, and the light burst out, turning into a white beam of light and slamming into the crystal's mysterious weapon, and then the crystal's mysterious weapon also squeezed out a terrifying light!
Slowly as it dissipated, the crystal ball dimmed, and the crystal's mysterious weapon also dimmed. There was no longer a blazing white light around it, only a faint afterglow emitted on the crystal ball. He let out a gentle hum, and the crystal shook twice.
After she fell, Wu Ya quickly came to her, supported her, and looked at her unmasked face up close.
"Who are you? Let me go!" Crystal did not faint, but her body was a little numb and she felt someone helping her.
"Little girl, what if I don't let go, hehe!" Wu Ya suddenly said in a falsetto.
"You...I, I'll kill you!" Crystal screamed. She wanted to push away but had no strength. She immediately muttered something silently. A silent light shrouded Wu Ya's body. She was no longer blindly using that move.
After the bombardment, Wu Ya felt a tingling sensation all over his body. He was startled and quickly shouted: "Wait a minute, the crystal is me, Wu Ya, are you going to murder your husband?" To be continued...
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