Baihui point, also known as Tianmen, is the portal through which the human body communicates with heaven and earth. The last thing a spirit sword master has to do to practice Yuanli is to open this portal. Once opened, the human body can directly attract the energy of heaven and earth into the body, and heaven and man will become one.
From now on, he transcends the ordinary world and becomes a saint among swordsmen.
But now, Mo Wen's Heavenly Gate has been pushed open by external forces. This kind of move is simply unheard of by outside spiritual sword masters. It is equivalent to directly building the foundation of the Sword Saint. He is not a Sword Saint, but he has the body of a Sword Saint!
In Mo Wen's body, a shining meridian was connected to Tianmen, and then extended straight down to the perineum, standing like a sharp sword in Mo Wen's body. This meridian was what Mo Wen was born with.
of sword veins.
But at this time, huge spiritual power rushed in from Baihui Point, and the originally dry meridians were instantly filled with spiritual power. But this was not the end. Massive spiritual power was still rushing in, and it was exceeded in an instant.
The endurance limit of this meridian.
Boo! It was like a big tree grew a root system. At the end of the sword vein, a nascent meridian grew out. Then, as if ten years passed in a short time, the "trunk" began to pull out the roots crazily. In an instant
It was all over Mo Wen's body.
Meridians were created out of thin air, forming a cycle of their own, completely replacing the original meridians!
When Mo Wen poured spiritual power into Baihui Point, endless images appeared in his mind. Ancient pictures gathered into memory fragments, as if he had experienced them himself, making him unable to tell the difference.
Which one is you, completely immersed in the boundless spiritual ocean?
The ocean of spiritual power from the outside world completely disappeared, and all rushed into Mo Wen's body. An illusory spiritual body appeared next to Mo Wen. This spiritual body was very vague, like a candle in the wind, and like a wisp of smoke that could drift away at any time.
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This spirit body could be vaguely seen to be an old man, and the clothes on his body were very ancient. He glanced at Mo Wen, who had his eyes closed, and suddenly let out a soft moan, stretched out his hand to grab, and a blue light came from Mo Wen's chest.
It shot out and fell into the palm of the spirit body. A small jade sword as long as one finger lay quietly there.
A trace of recollection flashed in the spirit's eyes, and he murmured: "Is this...Jian Yuan?"
As if remembering something, the spirit body suddenly spit out a breath of spiritual energy on the small blue sword.
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The small light blue sword burst out with dazzling blue light, and countless icy sword energy filled the entire space without warning. In an instant, criss-crossing frost sword marks appeared on the stone platform and cave wall below.
The marks were several feet long and several feet deep. The original small blue jade sword turned into a sword-shaped blue light about a foot long and floated there. The faint blue sword body was as touching as ice crystals.
The spirit body reached out and gently touched the blue sword light. The sword light swayed slightly and trembled slightly, as if it was very afraid but did not dare to resist.
"Huh?" The spirit body's illusory brows suddenly frowned, a cold chill burst out of its eyes, and it stretched out its hand to touch the sword light.
"squeak--"
An illusory body of light was pulled out of the sword light, struggled hard in the hands of the spirit body, and let out bursts of frightened screams.
"Demon spirit! Damn it!"
The spirit body squeezed hard, and the blue fox's body suddenly collapsed and turned into a stream of pure spiritual energy that merged into the spirit body, making its body solidify a little.
After doing all this, the spirit body returned its gaze to the sword light. After a slight hesitation, it stretched out its finger. The blue light of the sword light flashed and transformed into a small blue jade sword again. It flew back to Mo Wen's chest without any surprise.
"This sword essence should save you decades of hard work. Now, let me help you complete this last step."
After the spirit body murmured, its body swayed like a reflection in the water, turning into a faint spiritual light that penetrated into Mo Wen's Baihui point.
Mo Wen wandered aimlessly through the various clips, like a spectator and like himself experiencing it, forgetting time, himself, and even existence. I don’t know how long it took, but a grand voice suddenly sounded:
"Idiot! Why don't you wake up yet?"
Mo Wen was shocked, feeling that his soul was captured by a strange and irresistible force, and he was separated from the ocean of mental fragments. His blurred eyes gradually became clear, and then the countless fragments of the world under his feet began to overlap, collapse, and finally turned into a
A thick fog dissipated.
"I am Mo Wen, I am Mo Wen, the young master of the Mo Family Sword Making Villa!"
A vague voice came from the void: "My child, your sword body has been completed, and I have fulfilled my long-cherished wish. I hope you can continue to collect the remaining swords and integrate their remaining spirits, and don't let them lie in a dark place."
The corners are gradually decaying. Swords are born for fighting, and fighting is their destination. Also, you said that there are no pure spiritual swords in the world. I hope you will find out the truth. Since ancient times, spiritual swords have been based on human beings.
Friends are the main ones, helping humans to cut through barren mountains and thorns, fighting for living space with monsters and beasts, silently guarding the inheritance of the human race. If the master is unfaithful, you can abandon it, but our entire human race should not treat each other like this. Don’t forget to find the root cause and return it.
The spirit sword is fair, remember, remember..."
The voice was curling and violent, Mowen was getting farther and farther away, and his spirit slowly fell into a deep sleep...
Mo Wen sat up abruptly, with the familiar scenery still in his eyes, his own room and his own bed. It was like he had a dream, a dream that had gone through countless reincarnations, and that fragment was an experience, both real and illusory.
"Wen'er, you're awake!"
A surprise call came from his ears. Mo Wen turned around and saw his mother beside the bed looking at him with a worried look on her face, with tears in her eyes.
Mo Wen felt a pain in his heart and asked softly: "Mom, why are you here? What's wrong with me?"
Liu Huixin wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and said with a smile: "You were unconscious in Jianchi last night. It was your father who felt the movement in Jianchi and went to investigate to find you. I hope you're fine."
Jianchi! Is everything true last night?
Liu Huixin sighed softly: "If you don't want to marry Qingqing, then forget it. It will only hurt Qingqing's child."
"Qingqing?" Mo Wen was startled. Thinking of last night's willfulness and madness, he felt ashamed and said hurriedly: "Mom, where is Qingqing? I want to see her."
Liu Huixin shook her head and sighed: "She packed her luggage this morning and was going back to Leiyunjian Hall. She should be on her way now. Our Mo family is sorry for her, and my mother has no shame in sending her away."
"What?" Mo Wen was worried. What he was most worried about had happened. He gritted his teeth and said, "I will chase her back."
He supported the bed board with both hands and jumped down from the bed quickly. With his feet on the ground, Mo Wen was stunned. He looked at his hands with some disbelief. He felt a huge force flowing in his body, which was as weak as before.
The feeling completely disappeared.
Is my illness cured? Mo Wen stayed for a while, but there was no time to investigate now. He had no time to change clothes, so he rushed out of the room in his pajamas and ran towards the outside of the villa.
He used almost all his strength, and his speed was no slower than those ordinary people with strong bodies. He was even a little faster, passing through the courtyards like a gust of wind.
Along the way, the maids and servants stopped and watched in horror. Was the one who ran past just now their sick young master? How is it possible? How could he run so fast?
Mo Wen quickly rushed to the gate of the villa. A carriage was driving slowly on the mountain road not far down the mountain. Four spirit sword masters were following on horseback. Mo Wen judged from their clothes that they were his uncle.
Mu Tianlei sent four guards to protect Qingqing, so they immediately chased after him.
The two disciples of the Villa who were guarding the gate rubbed their eyes and were sure that the young Villa Master who just ran past like a gust of wind was their young Villa Master. They couldn't help but look at each other.
"Qingqing! Wait a minute!"
Mo Wen shouted loudly, and it seemed that his shout had an effect, and the carriage stopped. Mo Wen's face lit up, and he ran over in a hurry. Seeing that the carriage was less than a few feet in front of him, two tall horses jumped out of the way and stopped him.
His way.
"Get out of your way, I want to see Qingqing!"
Mo Wen shouted at the two guards from Leiyun sword hall who stopped him.
The two guards looked unkind and had no intention of getting out of the way. They had no good impressions of this loser who had abandoned the young lady. If he hadn't been the young master of the Sword Forging Villa, they would have drawn their swords to kill him.
Seeing that there was no response from the two of them, Mo Wen shouted again: "Did you hear that? I asked you to get out of the way!"
One of the guards snorted: "Our lady said that if I don't see you, I'll say anything here. We have to hurry on."
Mo Wen bit his lower lip and faced the carriageway: "Qingqing, I know you are angry with me. It was my fault. I shouldn't have done that last night. I was wrong. I will never do it again. Please forgive me."
Me, go back with me, okay?"
After a while, a cold voice came from the carriage: "Young master, if you have nothing else to do, please come back. The little girl has to go on her way."
Mo Wen's face turned pale and he said anxiously: "Qingqing, are you really unwilling to forgive me? I admit that I was wrong, otherwise you will scold me back, and if you don't relieve your anger, you will hit me!"
"Young Master, there are some things that cannot be turned back. Please take care of yourself, Aku. Let's go."
The old coachman responded, flicked his whip, and the carriage started slowly, heading down the mountain.
Mo Wen opened his mouth, but didn't know what else to say. He watched the carriage gradually move away, and what left was his heart. When the carriage completely disappeared, Mo Wen felt as if something had been lost in his heart, which made him sad and wanted to take it out and squeeze it out.
Squeezing, heart-wrenching pain!
Unable to look back, Mo Wen looked at the sky and whispered to himself: "Is there no way to look back?"
He returned to the villa in despair. On the steps of the villa's gate, Mo Tian had a cold face. Behind him, Mo Ping, Mo Xu, and Mo Yu, three seniors of the villa, and behind him were dozens of disciples of the villa standing with swords.
Mo Wen raised his head and braced himself. He had another piece of good news to share with his father and said, "Dad, I..."
"Shut up!" Mo Tian's voice was extremely cold, without a trace of emotion: "Mo Wen, a disciple of the Sword Making Villa, repeatedly violated the prohibition and broke into the forbidden sword pool, causing the sword pool to lose all its spiritual energy. This crime is unpardonable. I wish he could be spared from illness at a young age.
As punishment for going to the 'Sword Forest', I will be expelled from Zhujian Villa from now on. This person will never be seen again in Zhujian Villa!"
Mo Wen's face instantly turned pale without a trace of blood. He was driven out of the Sword-forging Villa, out of the Sword-forging Villa. These words were all in his mind, echoing non-stop, like the sharp laugh and taunt of the devil in the abyss, making his soul in the abyss.
He kept sinking, sinking, and in a daze he heard his mother's cry, but everything was so far away from him... dd