It was still a familiar yet unfamiliar entrance to the cave. The calls inside were getting stronger and stronger. Mo Wen actually felt impatient. He didn't know where he got so much strength tonight. It was several miles away from the back mountain.
With his physical strength, I really don’t know how he can walk through these mountain roads.
But at this time, his heart was filled with the call from his soul, and he walked into the sword pool as if he was possessed by a demon. What is strange is that the guard at the entrance of the cave did not move at all, as if he did not notice Mo Mo at all.
Asked the intruder.
Buzz——
Ten thousand swords roared together, as if to welcome Mo Wen's entrance. The boundless spiritual power of the remaining swords began to gather towards the center of the sword pool, and soon condensed into substance, like a colorful cloud surging above the stone platform in the center of the sword pool.
"Are you willing to forge a sword with your body?" A loud voice suddenly sounded in Mo Wen's mind.
Mo Wen's mind was like bells and drums ringing together, making his mind buzz and tremble, and his mind was filled with that question.
"Are you willing to forge a sword with your own body?"
In a trance, Mo Wen found himself in a colorful world. There was a dazzling light in the center of the world. In the light, a long sword was rising and falling, constantly changing its shape and color, and there was no repetition of the changes.
Can't tell if it's fantasy or reality.
"Who? Who are you?" Mo Wen asked nervously and loudly.
"Who am I?" The voice in the void asked himself in a muffled voice, as if muttering to himself: "Who am I? I remembered, I am a swordsmith, I want to make a sword, a sword that can
A sword that holds the spirits of thousands of broken swords! A sword that serves as the destination for thousands of broken swords!"
The voice in the void suddenly became louder: "The broken sword has a spirit! The owner is unfaithful and abandons it! I have made a great wish to collect all the broken swords in the world in my lifetime, and forge a sword body for all the sword spirits to be their destination! I will search all over the world.
I was unwilling to accept that all the materials I needed to make the sword could not fulfill my wish. I joined the sword cauldron at the end of the day so that my soul could continue. It finally occurred to me! The spiritual sword is originally made of ordinary iron. It is channeled by holding it, and it originally lives because of people.
The best sword material is not gold and silver, but human flesh and blood! Only when a sword is made of human beings can the spirit of the broken sword be revived, and only then can it accommodate thousands of broken spirits!"
"The sword is made of iron. It communicates with the spirit by holding it, moves by the heart, lives by blood, and dies by non-thoughts..." This paragraph of text appeared in Mo Wen's heart again, and a question gradually emerged from the bottom of his heart.
rising.
"What is Sword Spirit?" Mo Wen asked silently, but his voice echoed throughout the space.
"The sword spirit is born from people. It is the owner's obsession, the owner's persistence, the owner's will, and all the owner's desires! It is the owner's child and the owner himself! Do you understand?" The one in the void
The voice replied.
Mo Wen's breathing was a little rapid: "What is it that the soul of a monster beast inhabits the sword body?"
"That's a demon sword! To do this is to blaspheme the spiritual sword, and you will be punished!"
The answer in the void hit Mo Wen's heart like a heavy hammer. Mo Wen's eyes became much clearer. Ever since he accidentally entered the sword pool as a child, he had a question in his mind: What is a spiritual sword? What is the sword spirit?
What? Why does he hate the sword spirits in those spiritual swords so much? It turns out that they are not the real sword spirits, but the demon spirits that occupy the magpie's nest!
But according to what this mysterious man said, doesn't it mean that there are no real spiritual swords in the whole world? Because all the spiritual swords in the world are taken from the souls of monsters and beasts and injected into them. This is common sense that has not changed for thousands of years and even a three-year-old child understands it. The mysterious man
His remarks about the spirit sword were unprecedented. This question had just arisen in Mo Wen's heart and was suppressed by him. As a dying person, what's the point of caring about it?
Thinking of this, Mo Wen smiled bitterly and said: "Senior, now that there is no spirit sword in the world, why do you still bother to find a home for the broken sword spirit?"
"What did you say?"
The clouds and mists surged, and a thunderous voice came out from the clouds where spiritual power gathered: "What did you say? There are no more spiritual swords in the world? You junior, please don't talk nonsense!"
"How can the juniors bully the seniors when they are about to die? Nowadays, the world is full of demon swords. Except for the countless broken swords in this sword pool, the juniors have never seen a real spiritual sword."
"Ah! I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"
The clouds and mist surged violently and seemed to collapse at any time. It was not until a long time later that they gradually subsided. A slightly tired voice came from inside: "Junior, how many times has this been the battle to kill demons?"
"A battle to slay demons? What battle to slay demons? This junior has never heard of it?"
"Have you never heard of it?" The voice in the mist seemed a little surprised. After a long time, he sighed quietly: "That's it, I am a dead person, and I am still alive because of a long-cherished wish. I have nothing else to ask for except that wish. Junior
, when I failed to forge a sword, I threw myself into the sword furnace at the end of my life, and was protected by thousands of remaining spirits so that my soul could continue. Now that I have been awakened by your sword veins and will, I don’t know how long it has been outside and what happened.
Anyway, I don’t have much time, are you willing to make this sword material to fulfill my lifelong grudge?”
"This junior was born with residual veins. His life is not long. He will soon become a corpse rotting in the ground. It would be good if he can donate it and leave some traces in this world. Senior, you can take it as you please." Mo Wen said flatly.
road.
"Huh, why do I need your body? Sword spirits live because of people. If you die, how will they live?" The mysterious man had already looked away, and his tone of voice seemed to have regained a trace of the momentum he had during his lifetime.
Mo Wen said in surprise: "Then why did the senior let the junior make sword materials? The junior can't live more than two years."
"You are born with sword veins. As long as you are willing to sacrifice everything and accept the spirit of the broken sword, you can resonate with them and coexist with them. From now on, your body will be the sword, and your soul will be the sword spirit. The sword veins in your body will be reforged into a self-contained replacement.
The original meridians and the residual meridians are terminally ill and can be cured without treatment."
Mo Wen was shocked: "Can it really cure my terminal disease of residual pulse?"
There was silence for a while in the mist: "These are just my theoretical guesses. We still need to see the results to know the specific results. It may also kill you immediately. I won't lie to you. You can make your own choice."
Mo Wen smiled casually: "This junior is about to die. Since he has a chance to survive, of course he has to make a fortune. Senior, feel free to start."
"Okay! Now let's start the first step, refining the body, cleansing the marrow, and tempering the sword body. This process may be a bit uncomfortable. You'd better stick to your will and resist. This will be very helpful for your mental cultivation."
A cloud rope that was completely condensed with spiritual power was found in the clouds and mist, and it quickly wrapped around Mo Wen's body and was trapped in the clouds and mist.
Inside, the extremely dense mist-like spiritual power instantly transformed into countless filaments and penetrated into the pores of Mo Wen's body.
"Ugh!" Liu Yun snorted.
Pain! Severe pain! It was a thousand times more painful than when he forced his energy to circulate in his meridians. Those spiritual energy threads penetrated the body like a knife, mincing all his flesh and blood, and then mincing them again!
This kind of pain, which was far beyond the limit of ordinary people's endurance, made Mo Wen's will almost collapse after enduring the torture of a disease.
The spiritual power thread continued to penetrate deeper and soon began to temper the bones, like countless sharp knives scraping and grinding on the bones. In an instant, Mo Wen almost shattered his teeth, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
When the body tempering progressed to the bone marrow, Mo Wen's will could no longer bear it and he suddenly fell into boundless darkness.
I don't know how long it took, but Mo Wen slowly woke up. He felt that his spirit and will were very full, but he was also indescribably tired. It was very strange to have these two extreme feelings acting on his body at the same time.
"you're awake?"
The voice in the void came out again, and Mo Wen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that it was not a dream.
"Now we start the second step, recasting the sword's veins. This is the last step. You will bear the baptism of will from thousands of broken swords and broken spirits. You must stick to your heart and don't let your mind be lost. If you can't pass this level,
, your consciousness will be assimilated by the residual spirit and completely disappear between heaven and earth. If you persist in the past, your body will become a sword, your soul will become a spirit, and you will be reborn. Are you ready?"
Mo Wen took a deep breath and nodded slowly: "Ready."
The surrounding mist-like spiritual energy rolled again, and Mo Wen's colorful lightsaber, which was constantly changing its shape in the depths, appeared above Mo Wen's head. The tip of the sword was facing the Baihui point on Mo Wen's head, and the lightsaber released a wave of energy.
The strange power of rotation quickly formed a spiritual vortex, and all the nearby spiritual energy rolled into this vortex, and soon formed a cone-shaped spiritual energy column.
Then this rotating spiritual power sharp cone penetrated into the Baihui point on the top of Mo Wen's head. Boom! Mo Wen felt as if there was a muffled thunder in his head, and his whole spirit was trembling in an instant, and his brain went blank!