Two children huddled behind a lush grass. Not far ahead was the entrance of a huge cave. On the rocks at the entrance were engraved with two vigorous characters "Jianchi".
"Sister Qingqing, you are so awesome. You can find this path. Hehe, dad must not have thought that we could come to Jianchi." Mo Wen was very excited when he was about to see the Jianchi he had dreamed of.
"Shut up!" Mu Qingqing turned around and glared at him. Mo Wen shrank his neck. Although he was scared, the excitement on his face did not diminish.
Mu Qingqing carefully looked around the cave entrance, and after making sure there was no one there, he asked Mo: "Let's go."
As the foundation of the Sword Making Villa, the "Sword Pond" has a very strong protective power. The road leading to the back mountain is guarded by dozens of powerful spirit sword masters. If Mu Qingqing hadn't accidentally
I found a remote path leading to the back mountain. It was impossible for the two of them to appear here. However, there had never been any glitches in Jianchi for decades. The protection of Jianchi was a little tight on the outside and loose on the inside. It was like catching up with the spirit.
For such a grand event as the sword consecration and consecration of spirits, the guards near the entrance of the sword pool would be lazy and sneak into the sword pool to witness the grand event. The top management of the villa would also turn a blind eye to this, as long as nothing went wrong.
I won’t ask too many questions.
So the two young kids walked into the sword pool without anyone noticing.
"Wow, so many spiritual swords!"
After entering the sword pool, Mo Qingqing quickly grabbed his collar, covered his mouth and hid together.
Behind the huge rocks.
Because in the center of the sword pool, several powerful spirit sword masters had already glanced over, including Mo Wen's father, Mo Tian, the owner of the Sword Forging Villa. However, they looked away without seeing anything.
On a wide high platform, a square giant cauldron stands in the center. Iron chains as thick as an adult's thigh lock the four corners of the cauldron. The other end extends far into the cave and is fixed in the rock. There is a person sitting on each corner of the giant cauldron.
, they are Mo Tian, the owner of the Sword Forging Villa, Mo Ping, the chief swordsmith of the Villa, Mo Xu, the second swordsmith, and Mo Yu, the third swordsmith. The four of them are sitting on it, with their spiritual swords hanging in front of them.
Emitting a red, fire-like spiritual light, the sword spirit in the spiritual sword manifested from the sword.
In a far corner of the sword pool, Mo Wen and Mu Qingqing held their breaths and stared closely at this place. It required the four strongest swordsmiths of the villa to take action at the same time. The embryo of the spirit sword must be infused with light and spirit.
Top grade! As a disciple of the Sword Making Villa, I know the most common knowledge about these sword making.
"Start." Mo Tian said in a deep voice.
The other three nodded.
"I wonder if we can succeed this time?" Mo Yu, the only female among the four, said with a smile. As the third swordsmith of the villa, she has also reached the age of forty, nearly fifty years old, but because she is a spirit sword master, her appearance is not good.
She ages slowly, but her skin still looks shiny and bright, like a woman in her thirties.
"We are well prepared this time. We will definitely succeed." The speaker was Mo Xu, a thin old man in his fifties, wearing a large black robe. Although he was smiling, he always gave people a cold feeling.
"Okay, no matter whether it succeeds or not, we must go all out." The last old man who spoke was the last old man. His hair was completely white and his face was covered with wrinkles like knife carvings. He is Mo Ping, the chief swordsmith of the Swordsmith Villa.
In terms of qualifications, he is the oldest in the villa. Even the deceased former owner of the villa, Mo Xiao, has to respectfully call him senior brother. He is not the strongest spiritual sword master in the villa, but he is definitely the best swordsmith in the villa.
As soon as Mo Ping opened his mouth, Mo Xu and Mo Yu stopped talking and turned their attention to Mo Tian. After all, the final order had to come from him, the owner of the village.
"Sacrifice the beast and get the soul!" Mo Tian said with a solemn expression.
"Yes!" The disciples from the villa below the giant cauldron immediately shouted respectfully.
Several disciples ran to the side of the stone platform, where there were some boxy objects covered with black cloth. These boxes were large and small. The big ones were as tall as two adults, and the small ones were only half a person tall.
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Several people came to the object at the end. This box was medium-sized and had the height of an adult. A disciple grabbed a corner of the black cloth and pulled it down, revealing an iron cage made of fine steel. There was a first-born horse in the cage.
The giant red wolf with one horn had a burning aura all over his body.
One-horned flame wolf! Mo Wen's eyes are shining. Although he is only five years old this year, he has already learned a lot of words. His favorite books are the illustrated books about strange beasts and the Chronicles of Monster Spirits that introduce strange monsters. Therefore,
The origin of the red wolf was recognized at a glance. The one-horned flame wolf is a seventh-level monster, and it is the top existence among the seventh levels. Generally, a seventh-level spiritual swordsman has no chance of winning against it. At least three seventh-level peak spirits are needed to defeat it.
Only a swordsman can surround and kill it. If you want to capture it alive, the difficulty will be several times higher.
It's just that this one-horned wolf is definitely a prisoner at this time. Its two front paws and two hind paws are locked with special stainless steel shackles, and a special mask is worn on its head to lock the wolf's mouth. It can only be in vain.
Lying on the ground, whimpering and venting his anger.
Several strong disciples opened the cage and lifted the one-horned flame wolf out, then walked to the giant cauldron and lowered it.
As if knowing its next fate, the giant wolf struggled fiercely, but its sharpest weapons, the wolf claws and the wolf's mouth, were all locked, and the struggle seemed a little weak.
"Sacrifice the spirit beast!" Mo Tian's voice sounded, and the spirit sword in front of him had already pounced down. This was a sword spirit in the form of a leopard. Its entire body was made of red copper. As it pounced down,
A searing wave of heat radiated out.
The sword spirits in front of Mo Ping, Mo Xu, and Mo Yu also pounced on them at the same time. They were a fire bear, a fire scorpion, and a fire fox. The four sword spirits that condensed into reality released a powerful wave of heat and enveloped them.
The one-horned flame wolf flew into the giant cauldron.
"Get the beast soul!"
The red spiritual light in the giant cauldron flourished, turning into a pillar of light and rushing straight to the top of the cave. The four sword spirits in the pillar of light slowly emerged, pulling a group of red light and shadow. The light and shadow seemed unwilling to be controlled and struggled violently, but the four sword spirits slowly emerged.
The head sword spirit formed a cage, sealed it tightly, and gradually dragged it out of the cauldron. It looked like a one-horned flame wolf, but it was obviously the soul of the one-horned flame wolf.
"Spiritual Sacrifice Sword!" Mo Tian's voice was low, obviously with some difficulty.
A disciple immediately threw up a spiritual sword, but the sword was dim and had not been consecrated, but even so it contained rich spiritual energy.
The spiritual sword drew an arc and sank into the spiritual light above the giant cauldron, then was lifted up by an invisible force and floated above the soul of the One-Horned Flame Wolf.
"Inject spirit!"
The eyes of the four people lit up at the same time. The spirit sword was slowly pressed down, and the tip of the sword slowly sank into the head of the one-horned flame wolf soul body. The red light and shadow struggled more intensely, but they were unable to change anything. The spirit sword was submerged in the light and shadow inch by inch.
, and finally completely submerged.
In the corner of the sword pool, Mo Wen's face was pale, his thin body was trembling slightly, and waves of heart-wrenching pain enveloped his soul. His eyes emitted a strange light, and he stared closely at the handle on the giant cauldron that was pouring.
The spirit sword of spirit.
"Why? Why am I so sad?" Mo Wen clenched his fists tightly, and tears fell silently. The spiritual energy around him surged violently. Gradually, Mo Wen could no longer feel the surrounding scenery, and there was only the sight in his eyes.
Crying is a cry, the swords are crying. Why are they crying? What are they crying about? A broken sword tells a story of experiences.
He saw a huge spiritual sword. It followed its owner throughout the world, slaying monsters and beasts, and experienced bloody battles one after another. Finally, the huge spiritual sword was broken by a terrifying monster in a battle.
The master held the half-broken sword, shook his head, and threw the half-broken sword into the valley.
He saw an elegant spiritual sword. His master would become a hero in the world with it. During a duel with a powerful spiritual sword master, the opponent's spiritual sword collapsed. The master shook his head and threw the sword away.
He saw a spiritual sword that had just come out of the furnace, with a corner broken on the sword-testing stone. The swordsmith shook his head and threw it away casually.
He saw...
A broken sword, a series of experiences, they are crying out for their unwillingness. They are swords. They should have followed their masters and fought for a lifetime, but they were ruthlessly abandoned by their masters just because they failed once.
The sword is originally made of iron, but it communicates with the spirit by holding it, moves by the heart, lives by blood, and dies by non-thoughts...
A vague voice sounded in Mo Wen's heart, and he cried, with tears streaming down his face. The soul infusion on the stone platform continued, the spirit sword trembled violently, and the fiery red one-horned flame wolf soul had been absorbed.
Compressed to a quarter of its previous size, most of the body has entered the spirit sword.
Mo Wen heard the childish cry. He looked up and saw a weak life above the giant cauldron resisting and struggling desperately. It was protecting its home, but it was too weak. A giant wolf was countless times more powerful than it.
It is greedily devouring its weak life that seems to be blown away by a gust of wind.
The weak life can no longer resist, but it is persistent and strong, with a kind of arrogance in its bones that would rather break than bend, because it is the spirit of the sword, the spirit in the sword, and the sword is its home, its body, and its life!
Since it can't be resisted, let's destroy it together! That weak spirituality reveals a hint of madness.
Crack! A crack appeared in the sword body.
Click! Click! Click! More and more cracks appeared inside the spirit sword. No one noticed it on the stone platform. Only a five-year-old child behind a stone in the distance saw it. He saw it crying, it
In despair, its helplessness...
"No! Stop! Stop it!" Mo Wen rushed out. His thin body was like a tremor in the sword pool. He was so inconspicuous, but his voice seemed to be filled with mysterious power and resounded throughout the cave.
, rings in the heart of every spirit sword master.
Mo Wen cried and rushed towards the stone platform. The Broken Sword under his feet tore his trousers and ripped open his flesh, but he didn't feel anything. He only had one thought, to save the spirit sword. Blood flowed down Mo Wen's face.
His legs flowed down, seeping into the ground of the sword pool, and then being pulled towards the center of the sword pool by an invisible force.
Buzz——
The sword in the sword pool began to tremble, but the tremor was very slight, as if it was performing some unknown ritual, or in response to a child's voice. It was completely taken away by the spirit infusion on the giant cauldron, and no one noticed it.
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Mo Tian's expression changed and he shouted at the person under the cauldron: "Who let him in? Take him away!"
The two spirit sword masters looked ugly and helpless. They were on duty outside the cave entrance today. Unexpectedly, they let the young master in. There was no time to think about why the young master broke through the guards and entered the sword pool, and at the same time transformed into
Two big birds jumped down into the sword pond. The young village master didn't know why he was crazy, but he ran wildly in the sword pond. If he tripped, a broken sword would kill him.
"Stop! Stop! Don't hurt her! She's crying!" Mo Wen didn't notice the injuries to his legs and cried loudly. He wanted to prevent the tragedy from happening.
It's a pity that he can't change anything. The soul of the One-Horned Flame Wolf has almost completely entered the spirit sword. The fragile spirituality in the spirit sword launched the final counterattack, which is to destroy himself!
Boom!
There was a crisp sound, and the spirit sword broke into two pieces, falling into the dust like two pieces of scrap metal.
"Failed again!" The four people looked ugly.
Mo Tian stared at Mo Wen angrily. The failure of the spiritual injection was all attributed to Mo Wen who suddenly broke in.
Mo Wen fainted. When the spirit sword broke into two pieces, he fainted. It seemed that all his strength had been exhausted, and it seemed that his own soul had broken. Fortunately, the two spirit sword masters caught it in time.
Mo Wen didn't let him fall into the sword pool full of sharp sword blades.
Buzz——
The vibrations of the ten thousand swords in the sword pool gradually began to become clearer, and the faces of Mo Tian and the four others changed at the same time, because they felt that the spiritual energy fluctuations in the center of the sword pool were extremely abnormal, and seemed to be slowly converging, especially in the giant cauldron beneath them.
A terrifying wave changed from weak to strong, as if a huge beast from the wild was slowly waking up.
"No! Get out of here immediately!" Mo Tian thought of what happened in Jianchi when Mo Wen was born, and he had a bad feeling.
"Take away Mo Wen! Take him away immediately! Keep him away from the sword pool!"
The two spirit sword masters did not dare to neglect, and immediately picked up Mo Wen and rushed toward the exit. At the door, the two of them found Mu Qingqing who was a little overwhelmed. The two of them almost wailed in their hearts. One was enough, and the future young lady also
I'm following you, and I'm waiting to be punished this time.
The two spirit sword masters took Mo Wen and Mu Qingqing and quickly ran out of the sword pool. They did not dare to stop after getting out of the cave and rushed towards the villa.
Sure enough, as soon as Mo Wen left, the sword pool gradually returned to calm, like a volcano that was about to erupt but couldn't find an outlet.
Mo Tian's face was a little uncertain, and he finally said in a deep voice: "From today on, the young master of the village is prohibited from approaching the sword pool!" dd