Indeed, just this scene, if any Sword Sect disciple came, they would be frightened, after all, some long swords were oozing blood inexplicably, and the evil red was dripping!

Zhu Minglang didn't run away immediately, he let this sword shadow fly beside him.

Closing his eyes and using his own spiritual sense to sense the real "ghosts" in this abandoned sword forest, Zhu Minglang wanted to know the reason why they were so restless, was it really because the snow was abandoned here and no one cared about, and there was a gushing resentment!

Every abandoned sword here has been with him, and Zhu Minglang still recognizes the carvings on some of these swords, if they really turn into swords of resentment, Zhu Minglang believes that he can appease them......

"Sonorous sonorous !!!!"

Finally, these abandoned swords in the forest moved, they were pulled out of the soil, swords and swords staggered in mid-air, thousands of abandoned swords, as if held by thousands of swordsmen, and there was a hearty duel here.

"Dingdingding!!!!dingding"

The sword touched countless sparks, and there were even blades flickering frequently, Zhu Minglang felt that he was in an ancient battlefield of sword cultivation, and he couldn't see those people, only their swords were staging and reproducing the ancient battlefield over and over again.

"Boom ~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

There was a thunder in the clear sky, cut through the sky above the abandoned sword forest, and the blinding paleness made Zhu Minglang have to cover his eyes.

The electric light did not illuminate everything in the dim abandoned sword forest, but more like swallowing everything with strong light.

When a normal person encounters such a strange scene, he is afraid that he has passed out, where can he continue to stay awake.

But Zhu Minglang still didn't leave.

He believed that if these swords had a soul, they would never harm him.

He slowly opened his eyes, and then looked at the abandoned sword forest that had been around for an unknown number of years, and the extremely dim forest was suddenly empty, and the abandoned sword that was inserted upside down everywhere disappeared at some point!

In the pine and bamboo forest, there was no sword to be seen, and they seemed to have escaped into another void, and disappeared in front of them mysteriously.

"Boom ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

The lightning pierced the dim night, lighting up the gloomy abandoned sword forest, and suddenly a breath of fear rushed to his face, and what caught Zhu Minglang's eyes was a gloomy sword shadow standing in front of him like a mountain peak!

This sword is rusty and bloody, as if it has been soaked in an abyss of blood for an unknown number of years, and the inside of the sword body is engraved with this kind of blood!

What really frightened Zhu Minglang was not that such a sword peak appeared without warning, but that this evil sword gave Zhu Minglang a feeling that he was staring at himself!!

This evil sword is not like a majestic device, but more like a living creature, so close to it, you can even feel its vitality!!

"Monster??"

Zhu Minglang couldn't believe his eyes.

I once heard Mr. Dementia say that there are demons in this world.

The so-called instrument demons are some artifacts with powerful mana that absorb the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon, incarnate into demons, cultivate into demons, and even ascend to sanctification.

Using a demon to describe the evil sword in front of me is not appropriate.

There are too many swords in this abandoned sword forest that have a lifespan of thousands of years, not to mention that this evil sword is obviously the soul gathering of all abandoned swords in the entire abandoned sword forest.

It's a tool demon!

Maybe maybe even a sage!

It is the Holy Spirit of 10,000 years of cultivation!!

"No, no, the breath on its body is not a demon......" Zhu Minglang shook his head again.

This evil sword, the anger is very strange, if you have to describe it as a creature, Zhu Minglang thinks......

At this moment, the evil sword floated, and its body standing like a mountain peak was slowly shrinking, and the closer it was to Zhu Minglang, the more the evil sword revealed its body.

Finally, the evil sword appeared in front of Zhu Minglang.

The body shape is exactly the same as the sword, but for some reason, Zhu Minglang feels that the person standing in front of him is clearly a living thing!

Its breath ......

Dragon!!

Its breath is clearly a dragon!!

Zhu Minglang's heart set off violent waves.

This sword, first with demon cultivation, became a sword spirit......

Then this sword spirit even crossed the dragon gate!!

Sword Spirit Dragon!!

Everything in the world can be transformed into a dragon......

The machine spirit is already an extremely rare existence, and the machine spirit turns into a dragon is even more fantastical.

"Huh~~"

The evil spirit dragon approached Zhu Minglang, and slowly floated around Zhu Minglang, as if he was carefully identifying.

As if sensing the familiar aura on Zhu Minglang's body, this rare sword spirit dragon approached Zhu Minglang cautiously like a child.

Suddenly, this sword spirit dragon quickly slashed through Zhu Minglang's palm, cutting a blood-red wound on Zhu Minglang's palm.

Bright red blood oozed from the wound, and the blood quickly dripped down, and this sword spirit dragon immediately brought up the tip of the sword like a tongue, and sucked Zhu Minglang's blood into the red sword body little by little......

With just a few drops of blood, the rust on the body of this sword spirit was blown away by the wind like dust, and the thick rust was layer after layer of shackles for this sword spirit, when its sword body was completely bright and red, and when its blade was exposed, this sword spirit was completely revived!

"Boom ~~~~~~~~~~~"

Another bolt of lightning broke through the sky, once again lighting up the sword abandonment forest.

There is no abandoned sword in the forest, only this sword spirit, drinking blood and trembling, behind it is a broader mountain forest, but it reflects its shadow, this shadow suddenly opened the sword wings, stretched out the sword body, as majestic and shocking as the mountain peak!!

It turned out that what I saw just now was the shadow of its sword soul.

It has a soul of its own!

It's a dragon!

The sword spirit condensed by the will of thousands of abandoned swords, and then cultivated by the sword spirit into a dragon of sword weapons!

"Is it my blood that made you a sword spirit?" Zhu Minglang still couldn't calm down from this shock.

It had just drunk its own blood, and then melted away the rust from its body.

It's telling itself, it knows itself, where it came from.

"That sword shadow shuttle, is the sword mark I once swung down the sky?"

"That intertwined battlefield is the sound of the sword that I practice day and night?"

"You're waiting for me here, but you've turned into a dragon?"

Zhu Minglang looked at this crimson sword, recalling the scene he had seen before, and his eyes suddenly moistened.

The so-called haunted legend of the Abandoned Sword Forest lasted for some years in the Sword Sect.

But these are the real sword spirits in this abandoned sword forest who are conveying a message to the outside world, waiting for their return at the turn of day and night.

"I'm no longer a swordsman. ”

"You're no longer a sword spirit. ”

Zhu Minglang wiped the tears that were about to well-up in his eyes with his hand.

Creation makes people, if Zhu Minglang returns as a sword master, the sword spirit dragon can no longer become the sword held by Zhu Minglang, because it has turned into a dragon.

But Zhu Minglang lost the power of the gods, and he could no longer wield the true sword intent, and he became a dragon herder......

A little bit of soul fetters, in Zhu Minglang's mind, like drops of rain falling into the lake, from the initial ripples, to the rain outline of the lake, Zhu Minglang can even sense some of the thoughts of the sword spirit dragon!

It's the blood just now.

Let yourself have a soul bond with it.

When it recognized itself, it was almost crying with joy as it was.

Because he is a dragon herder.

It is a sword spirit dragon.

Almost missed.

But never miss it again!

Zhu Minglang slowly stretched out his hand, he thought that he would never touch a sword again in his life, but he would never have thought that it was in this way, holding a sword.

The arms are trembling, the fingers are trembling, the palms and backs of the hands are all the same, but Zhu Minglang still holds this sword spirit that is intertwined with his fate and reunited!

Grasping the moment, Zhu Minglang opened his fourth spirit covenant, with the fetters of the previous blood, even though the cultivation of the sword spirit dragon was higher than Zhu Minglang's dragon herder realm, he still slowly established the soul involvement, and slowly the heart, god, and soul coexisted!

The sword spirit dragon has a tail.

Like a long sword flocculent, as Zhu Minglang's soul communicated with it, the tail of the sword spirit dragon grew along Zhu Minglang's arm like a vine.

The growth continued, Zhu Minglang lowered his head and found that one after another inscriptions appeared on his arms at some point, and the glowing inscriptions densely covered his entire arm, as if some ancient power had been imprinted into his blood......

Zhu Minglang suddenly felt that his blood was surging, boiling, and gradually burning like a flame.

It was as if he was in a furnace, and the furnace spewed out endless power, making him feel that as long as he waved the sword in his hand, he could cut through the heavens and the earth!

"Zizi Zizi ~~~~~~~"

The inscriptions are getting brighter and brighter, they are simply quenched metal, and just when those sword spirit inscriptions were about to climb up Zhu Minglang's arms and chests, the sword spirit dragon seemed to notice something, and hurriedly swung the sword body, pulling his body out of Zhu Minglang's arm!

With this withdrawal, the inscription on Zhu Minglang's arm immediately faded, and Zhu Minglang, who was emitting heat all over his body, also seemed to have come out of the stove, sweating profusely and his skin was red.

"For the time being, only this arm can withstand the power of these thousands of inscription sword souls. ”

"It seems that even if you become a sword spirit because of my blood, we will need more run-in. ”

Zhu Minglang took a few breaths and said to Sword Spirit Dragon.

The sword spirit dragon's red and tall sword body was suspended beside Zhu Minglang, and its sword-like tail swayed lightly.

It's only a matter of time before it gets going, and it's already happy to be able to wait until someone who incarnates itself into a sword spirit.

Moreover, by signing a spiritual covenant with Zhu Minglang, it can leave the abandoned sword forest and see its edge again.

It is the embodiment of all the souls that abandon the sword, and if the sword has a soul, it must not be willing to rust in this forest, be eroded by the years, and decay little by little.

"Huh~~"

"Whew~~~~"

The sword spirit dragon kept flying around Zhu Minglang, even if it had no wings, it looked like a small flying dragon with a slender metal body.

It's just that it's so fast that it probably doesn't look like teleportation in the eyes of others.

"I remember that the sword that accompanied me the longest was named Mo Xie. ”

"Sword Spirit Dragon...... Let's call you Mo Xie. ”

The Sword Spirit Dragon stopped and hung in front of Zhu Minglang, its crimson sword body reflecting Zhu Minglang's face.

"Whew!"

It disappeared in an instant.

flew into Zhu Minglang's spiritual realm.

The Stegosaurus should like the name.