Chapter five hundred and sixty-seven: The sword bag recognizes the master, and the swing sword is re
The transparent woman in frosty dawn looks towards the gray tobacco bag.
One hand is the scabbard of the sword, and the other hand is the 'water' formed by Mo Xia's sword.
It seems like I can't free my hands.
The gray tobacco bag that had been silent until now suddenly flew up and turned into a stream of gray light, trying to escape!
The gray tobacco bag was of extremely high quality and had high intelligence. It had been lurking silently before, waiting for Zhao Rong to take it out of these strange places. When he opened the Xumi object, it turned into light and escaped.
Because it was sure that Zhao Rong, a small Fuyao realm, could not stop it, nor could it refine it.
The gray tobacco pouch has even been swallowed by the natal sword of Yuan Ying sword cultivator, and I don’t know how many flying swords by sword cultivators at the Golden Core level and below. How can I succumb to such an ant?
However,
It had never expected that it would eventually encounter this unreasonably transparent woman.
A bit of innate wisdom tells it implicitly that if it doesn't run away, it will be too late...
But the next second, under the calm gaze of the transparent woman, the gray tobacco bag suddenly stopped all movements.
Like a shooting star frozen in the night sky.
Thousands of white jade obelisks surround the place.
The quiet transparent woman pauses and freezes the gray cigarette pouch in the air, and the scholar in white is curiously watching the play.
It constitutes a peaceful scene.
The gray tobacco bag turned tentatively in the air.
Then,
Fly back.
He looked like a truant boy who was blocked by his teacher at the door.
honestly.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, feeling this picture in his mind for no reason.
Gray Cigarette really wanted to run away, but at this moment he had a strong and certain instinct.
If it dares to continue flying, its intelligence will be wiped out in an instant.
At least within the ruins of this ancient city, it cannot escape the Wuzhi Mountain of this transparent woman with a very strange state of existence.
The gray cigarette bag returned to the transparent woman in disgrace.
Under the invisible sight of the woman, the gray cigarette bag opened spontaneously.
A gray halo like smoke lingers slowly around the mouth of the bag, very cute.
The transparent woman seemed to be preparing to pour the 'water' from her palm into the bag.
But the action took another pause.
She gently picked her finger with the hand that was sipping water, and pulled out a small crystal sword wrapped in gray mist from the bag.
He flicked his fingers again, and the smoke on the sword shattered and fell back into the tobacco pouch below.
This small crystal sword, which is connected to the swing in Qian'er's heart lake, has lost its shackles. The crystal sword body has been trapped for a long time due to losing contact with the sword master, and has become slightly dull.
However, after the small crystal sword stood still for three breaths in front of the transparent woman, it suddenly rose up and stabbed towards the transparent woman.
Even though it is weak at this time, it is still wild and untamable, and has the obsession to protect Zhao Rong, just like a wild girl.
The transparent woman grabbed the empty scabbard she had just cleaned with her left hand and knocked it on the swing.
Want to break it.
"etc."
Zhao Rong hurriedly said, "How dare you continue to watch the show? This is the flying sword of my second wife."
The transparent woman paused in all her movements.
The swing continued to stab her head, but missed.
It only stabbed a ball of air. It passed through the transparent woman and circled in the air behind her, trying to return and stab again.
Zhao Rong took a step forward and stopped, "That's enough, don't act wild again, she is not a bad person!"
The momentum of Swing slowed down, he hesitated for a moment, turned the tip of the sword and returned to Zhao Rong, surrounding him and never leaving.
However, the transparent woman moved.
She put away the scabbard, freed her left hand, pointed at the swing, and asked Zhao Rong for instructions.
The latter was startled, "You mean... you want to borrow it?"
The woman nodded.
Zhao Rong hesitated for a while and nodded slightly.
And almost the moment he nodded, the unruly swing was caught in the hands of the transparent woman, unable to move at all.
Like a wild girl who is forced to stand under the ruler of her husband.
She looked down at the swing, raised her other hand, and casually grabbed the air in front of her.
Suddenly.
In a radius of ten miles, one thousand and one white jade obelisks rise.
The entire forbidden area array is suspended in mid-air.
As for why there are one thousand and one, instead of the previous thousand.
Because there is also a greenish-gold and simple white jade monument that has broken out of the ground.
It is the main monument of a thousand white jade obelisks. It was previously buried deep below, but now it is exposed and rises with the woman's will.
One thousand and one white jade obelisks are a complete set of forbidden area formations, all of which are engraved with the moon pattern of the ancient Li Clan. They are arranged in a mysterious manner, surrounding Zhao Rong and the transparent woman, faintly guarding them.
The transparent woman didn't even raise her head and raised a finger.
In an instant, within ten miles, a thousand and one white jade obelisks were rotating around the two of them at the speed of light. During the rotation, their size suddenly shrank tenfold, turning into small and exquisite square jade tablets.
Headed by the blue-gold white jade stele, one thousand and one white jade square tiles are arranged in a long dragon shape, spinning in a circle.
Immediately, it entered the palm of the transparent woman's right hand, which was sipping water.
The 'water' that was originally transformed into half of the snow-white sword energy of the seventh-level Mo Xia suddenly boiled. After the last white jade obelisk was submerged, a bright moon appeared in the 'water'.
The bright moon in the woman's hand is milky white in color, the same material as the thousand white jade obelisks.
Like a white jade plate.
So, she held the swing with her left hand and placed it horizontally in front of her, and held the moon in her right hand.
He made the same movements as when he just cleaned the scabbard.
Use the snow-white sword energy and the 'white jade plate' to quench the swing.
From left to right, wipe across the sword body.
The swing, which had been unconvinced, suddenly fell silent.
At the position where the transparent woman crossed the 'Water and Moon' with her right hand, the originally crystal-clear sword body became made of flawless white jade.
A small white jade sword.
On it, there are a thousand and one ancient moon patterns faintly emerging.
Among them, a blue-gold pattern runs straight through the spine of the sword, which is very eye-catching.
The swing was completely transformed.
The transparent woman let go, and the swing jumped for joy, spinning around her in a circle, as if she was getting close to thank her for her kiss, but she was embarrassed and hesitant because she had just been so wild.
The transparent woman pointed at Zhao Rong with a smile, and with a swish of the swing, she flew towards Zhao Rong and got close to him.
Zhao Rong watched this scene silently, then smiled and said to her: "Ahem, I want to thank you on Qian'er's behalf."
The transparent woman shook her head, and floated in front of Zhao Rong with an honest gray pipe.
She suddenly grabbed Zhao Rong's hand, spread out his fingers, tapped his middle finger with her fingertips, and took a drop of blood from the fingertip.
The transparent woman grabbed the gray cigarette bag, and the latter quickly lifted all defenses and restrictions. In a sense, the door was wide open.
The transparent woman used Zhao Rong's natal blood to carefully temper the gray pipe for him.
Take a break.
Tempering is completed.
Zhao Rong suddenly felt a strange connection between his heart and the gray cigarette bag.
This feels mysterious and mysterious.
He is the master and it is the servant.
There is a 'sword' in his heart lake, which was handed over by a transparent woman. It can annihilate the core weapon spirit of the gray tobacco bag...
At the moment when Gray Cigarette Blood Oath recognized his master, a simple three-word message slowly appeared in Zhao Rong's mind.
"Did you drop the sword bag?"
He blurted out, took it from the transparent woman's hand, lowered his head and looked at it carefully.
There was another strange feeling of soul separation. At the moment when this name appeared, Zhao Rong briefly gained a memory perspective from the core weapon spirit of this falling sword bag:
To the north of the vast North Sea, there is a deserted island surrounded by whirlpools.
There are mountains on the island, and there are valleys in the south of the mountains. There are strange forests in the valleys, and gray fog lingers all year round.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter passed by leisurely, until one day, swordsmen began to wield swords, flying over the alien forest, falling, and the people and swords were swallowed by the mist...
Swordsmanship and flying swords cannot be crossed.
The sky over this island gradually became a no-fly zone for Beihai sword cultivators. Until later, a sea fairy came to the island on a moonlit night to cut down trees with an ax, calling them with a smile...
Zhao Rong woke up and suddenly felt strange.
The perspective of memory is just a quick glance, but it is like experiencing and witnessing it in the first place.
Gui Tong saw it clearly and explained, "This should be the original origin of this falling sword bag. The core material for making it comes from a strange forest called Luo Mu on an island in the North Sea. The specific origin is unknown. It was found in the North Sea.
Immortals were cut down and forged by strange people, and the intelligent and intelligent weapon spirits here seem to be related to the innate wood spirits of the 'falling wood'..."
It was in a good mood, as if it had seen something new, or as if it had obtained an interesting toy when it was bored.
"When I was in the Xuanhuang Realm, I had never heard of this falling sword bag. It should be that the cultivation world of the Xuanhuang Realm appeared after I left."
The sword spirit nodded, "Not bad, not bad, very interesting. It is actually a rare treasure that can master swordsmanship and fly swords. This is a bit extraordinary. It cannot be measured by ordinary magic weapons... I don't know about that old beast named Qin."
Where did it come from?"
Zhao Rong also nodded, smiled and played with the light and mysterious sword bag in his hand, consciously feeling that this time it was not a loss.
This is the first time he has obtained such a rare treasure, and he wonders if he can cross the border and include Haoran Sword Cultivator's real name Feijian...
At this time, the transparent woman who had been waiting quietly for a while walked up to Zhao Rong, lowered her head, and put the cleaned scabbard on his waist again.
Zhao Rong put away his sword bag, raised his head, looked at the transparent woman who sheathed his sword, and then turned to look at the brand new swing next to him that was full of joy.
He clenched his fist and covered his mouth, "Ahem, I don't know how to thank you, but...if you have anything you need my help with, you can tell me."
Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed.
He, the old Zhao family, is a free prostitute, but he has to explain the basic law, isn't it, just eat it up, wipe it off, pat the butt and leave, that's too much.
Zhao Rong is not such a person.
He was dressed elegantly in white and asked softly, but the transparent woman tilted her head slightly, still looking at the empty scabbard on his waist.
The transparent woman looked back and looked somewhere, then suddenly pulled Zhao Rong and flew in a certain direction inside the ruins.
"Hey...where are we going..."
Zhao Rong called out curiously. Actually, he still had something to say.
However, the transparent woman could not speak at this time and insisted on dragging him somewhere.
Zhao Rong could not easily reject her kindness, so he had to patiently follow her.
Take another look.
The two held hands and flew into the sky, flying above the desolate ruins.
Not long after, they did come to a cliff that Zhao Rong was familiar with.
The main hall where he was transported not long ago is located here. Unexpectedly, he came back again.
However, the transparent woman did not want to take him back to the main hall, but in the opposite direction, pulling Zhao Rong to the edge of the cliff.
She stretched out her hand and pointed towards Zhao Rong at the dark abyss of sin below.
Then he looked back, pulled him, and prepared to jump.
It seems that I have to find a suitable sword for him to sheath.
But the next second.
Zhao Rong held her back.
The transparent woman paused and slowly looked back.
"I'm sorry, little sister."
Zhao Rong spoke directly and shook his head apologetically.
He turned his head and looked at the unknown abyss below, which was where Gui told him not to go down easily. "I may not be able to go down with you anymore. The things you gave me and the favors you helped me today are already too many."
The transparent woman should be looking at him at this moment. Zhao Rong had a vague intuition, then turned his head to confirm, glanced at her shadow, but was stunned.
He guessed wrong.
The transparent woman's shadow on the ground lowered her head, not looking at him.
The autumn wind blowing from the Sin Abyss below stirred up the frosty dawn skirt on her body and fluttered in the wind.
A transparent woman stood on the edge of the cliff, her blue-gold dress flying.
At this moment, she lowered her head and gently pulled his hand.
Like a child reluctant to part with his playmates after dark.
Zhao Rong suddenly felt a sense of melancholy for no reason, and wanted to nod and agree to her staying here.
But immediately, he took a deep breath and suppressed some immature impulse. He also had concerns and responsibilities.
Zhao Rong looked around, pretending to smile relaxedly, then turned his head and said softly and sincerely to the transparent woman in front of him who was reluctant to leave:
"Brother, I don't believe you. I know there won't be any danger if I follow you down. I also know that you want to continue sending me good things, but... I really can't stay any longer. I'm here.
It was an accident. Meeting and getting to know you is also the biggest surprise. However, I also have my own life and responsibilities. There are many relatives, teachers and friends outside who care about my safety. I have to go out, otherwise they can't find me anywhere.
, will be very worried about me, and even think... that I am dead."
Zhao Rong smiled and said: "I can't let them misunderstand and be sad. I have to... go home."
The transparent woman is looking up at him.
She seemed to be thinking about his words, and also seemed to be...memorizing his appearance carefully.
The two looked at each other for a while.
Zhao Rong suddenly stretched out his hand to rub her head, but instead caught a ball of air. However, he didn't pay attention. He raised his hand higher and touched her head at about the top of her head.
So in the shadows on the ground next to the two of them, there was a scene of a scholar in white gently touching the head of a woman who had worn the frosty dawn horn.
It's just like,
The big brother is comforting and enlightening the little sister who is reluctant to say goodbye.
"Let's make a promise. I will come again. How about we meet here next time."
The transparent woman looked at him quietly.
Zhao Rong turned around, pointed to the way back behind him, and signaled: "Then I'll leave today and come back to you next time..."
He turned around and smiled brightly at her: "Little sister, how are you?"
The transparent woman was stunned for a moment, then nodded.