"Who the hell did I offend? I finally survived the thunderstorm. It wasn't long before I could get rid of the shackles of heaven and earth and become a real living being. I didn't expect that I would meet you. I really have no eyes in the sky!"
The red figure who was dragged to his side by Fang Hao looked up to the sky and howled, his tone full of helplessness.
"Stop talking nonsense and quickly return to your original shape. I think you look a little awkward now!" Fang Hao said impatiently.
"Forget it, my life is miserable, but don't be complacent. As long as I find a chance, I can get rid of your control!"
After the red figure finished saying this, he transformed into the blood knife again.
Fang Hao stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the knife, and immediately felt an inexplicable spiritual energy flowing on the blade.
However, he didn't care, but took the blood knife directly and left Wanjian Pond through the void passage.
Biting off more than one can chew, since he has successfully obtained the spiritual weapons, the remaining divine weapons in Wanjianchi are naturally not that important.
What's more, this Wanjian Pond is the place where sword cultivators bury their swords. I have already taken a huge advantage. If I do it too much, it will affect my luck.
After so many escapes of life and death, Fang Hao also realized the importance of luck.
The reason why he was able to save the day from danger time and time again was not only his own strength, but also luck.
Before entering the Daluo Realm, Tongtian had made it clear that he and Youlan were both people with great fortune.
Otherwise, given the state Fang Hao and Youlan were in when they first entered the Daluo Realm, any monk who appeared at the God King Realm could easily kill them.
In less than a year, Fang Haoneng broke through from the realm of life and death to the current half-step immortal saint, and his body was promoted to the quasi-emperor realm.
In addition to your own efforts, your own luck also plays a vital role.
"Boy, I have to say that your luck is really unbelievable. You unexpectedly met this spiritual soldier crossing the thunder tribulation. If you had waited a little longer for it to completely transform, I might not even be able to do anything to it!"
As soon as Fang Hao returned to Jian Lu, Jian Chen came to greet him.
However, all his attention was focused on the bloody knife in Fang Hao's hand.
Fang Hao smiled and said: "Sometimes, luck is also a part of strength, but I am very curious about what is going on with this sword, and why does this Wanjian Pond give birth to such a mysterious existence?"
According to Jian Chen's description, this Ten Thousand Swords Pool has not been more than three thousand years since its emergence. However, there are so many divine weapons in it, but only this blood sword has intelligence beyond ordinary people. There is definitely something in it that Fang Hao doesn't know.
The secret is inside.
Jian Chen was silent for a long time, and finally said: "I didn't plan to tell you originally, but since you have obtained the spiritual weapon, it doesn't matter if I tell you."
"In fact, it was the founding ancestor of our Shenyin Sword Valley who founded Wanjianchi. At that time, swordsmanship was at its peak in Daluo, and those swordsmen who reached the top wanted to open up a path for future generations of swordsmanship.
In the way of swordsmanship, he did not hesitate to go against the will of heaven, and was eventually mercilessly killed by the immortal world."
"In order to prevent the swordsmanship from completely becoming the dust of history, the Patriarch endured the humiliation and took refuge in the immortal world at the cost of the eternal infamy, in exchange for this glimmer of life. After the war, the Patriarch opened up the Ten Thousand Sword Pond and will die in this heaven-defying battle.
The swords of the sword cultivators are sealed in the Ten Thousand Swords Pool, waiting for the destined people in future generations to inherit their sword intent!"
Speaking of this, even though Jian Chen was thousands of years old, his eyes were slightly red, and his voice was almost choked with sobs.
After hearing this, Fang Hao suddenly stood in awe and said, "I didn't expect that this Ten Thousand Sword Pond has such an origin. So, does this mean that this blood sword is also a legacy of a certain sword cultivator?"
Jian Chen shook his head and said: "This blood sword is not a legacy of sword cultivators, but the seeds of the sword path condensed by the ancestors who worked hard to fuse thousands of sword intentions, in the hope that one day their descendants will inherit their legacy and open up a new path for sword cultivators.
Create your own path."
The world of Da Luo is all under the control of the Immortal Realm. Whether you are a sword cultivator or an ordinary monk, you will be guided by the Immortal Realm after you reach the peak.
However, not everyone is willing to become a lackey in the fairy world.
However, in the end, the founder of Shenyin Sword Valley still left behind a seed of swordsmanship.
"If I go by what you said, senior, then I really can't have this spiritual weapon. Since it is the hope for the rise of swordsmanship, it should be held by a swordsman like you. If it is placed in my hand, it will only be a pearl covered in dust.
"
After Fang Hao heard this, he directly handed the bloody knife to Jian Chen without any hesitation.
Jian Chen laughed heartily and said: "The fact that you think so proves that I am not wrong about the person. I believe that there is God's will in the dark. What's more, although you are not a sword cultivator, it does not prevent you from integrating this spirit.
There are thousands of sword intentions contained in the weapon."
"But, after all, this is the brainchild of your founder of Shenyin Sword Valley. As an outsider, I am afraid..."
The burden on Fang Hao's shoulders is already heavy enough. He has to finally resolve the matter of the Great Reincarnation and make a break with the Great Luo Realm.
If he takes on the mission of rising up the sword at this time, he will never have the chance to relax for the rest of his life.
"If you don't want to, just give me this spiritual weapon. Anyway, my Tiandao Sword was taken away by Zhen Yu, so I just need a handy weapon."
Just when Fang Hao was about to find an excuse to throw the blame away, Yun Xiao spoke in time.
When Fang Hao heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said: "This spiritual weapon was originally surrendered by you, so of course it's best if you want it!"
As the master of the Taoist sect and a peerless expert in the Celestial Realm, Yun Xiao was indeed the perfect fit to hand over this spiritual weapon that carried the hope of swordsmanship to her.
"No! This is absolutely not possible. This woman is too scary. If I fall into her hands, there will definitely be no good end. Since you have chosen me, kid, there is no room for regret. I will make you your backer to death!
"
But just when Fang Hao was about to hand over the spiritual soldiers to Yun Xiao.
The spirit soldier suddenly opened his mouth to protest, and before Fang Hao could speak, the bloody knife in his hand emitted a shocking red light.
"Boom..."
In an instant, tens of thousands of sharp sword energy surged in like a torrent and instantly drowned Fang Hao.
"This bastard really intends to use me as a backer. He actually forced me to instill the sword intent of those swordsmen. If I can't hold it anymore, then we have to finish playing together!"
At this time, Fang Hao also realized what happened.
However, he had no time to complain, because the ten thousand sword intentions carried by this spiritual weapon had already poured into Fang Hao's sea of consciousness.
In an instant, Fang Hao's soul seemed to be pulled into the ocean of swords, and countless figures and sword techniques appeared in Fang Hao's mind like a slideshow.
In just a few breaths, Fang Hao felt like he had a splitting headache.
These sword intentions have no lethality, so neither the Heavenly Map nor the Swastika Buddha Seal is activated at this time.
However, every sword intention contains what a sword cultivator has learned throughout his life.
If it were just a few sword intentions, then with Fang Hao's current strength of soul, it would naturally not have any adverse effects, but would benefit endlessly.
But now, tens of thousands of sword intentions poured into Fang Hao's sea of consciousness, and they broke out almost at the same time.
Tens of thousands of spiritual thoughts split into tens of thousands of memory fragments, constantly impacting Fang Hao's soul.
At this time, Fang Hao is like going through memory reincarnations one after another. A slight deviation will lead to the terrifying consequences of the collapse of the soul! (To be continued)