"I can't see it anymore. Wu Man'er met the puzzled looks cast by everyone, and added again.

Everything that can be seen with the naked eye is just a fragment of memory, and no matter how people or things, they will not have the ability to think independently.

"Okay......" The swordsman looked at with some disappointment, the powerful sledgehammer slamming into the red-burned sword.

The scattered sparks burned more and more fiercely, blooming like flowers on the other side at the junction of yin and yang, and there was a clang, shaking the heart.

The scene in front of me has changed again. Everyone spun around in place, and the surroundings seemed to be back to the time of the chaotic world, and there was nothing.

"Whoosh", a shadow floated coldly.

The swordsman asked in a deep voice, "Who?"

No matter who they are, they know very well in their hearts that no one will answer. It's just that there is still a faint uneasiness about what happened suddenly.

"Look!" the Swift Girl pointed to a high platform not far away.

The bone elf recognized the person on the stage at a glance, who had just met: "It's that uncle." Why is he here?"

The swordsman looked at the bone elf, obviously having the same doubts as her, "Let's look at it first!"

Several illusory shadows converged on the high platform, and everyone realized that it was not a high platform that could be built by just a few stones, but a carefully built sacrificial sword platform.

Beneath it was a raging flame, as if it were about to devour it all, and the scorching flames sprayed mercilessly until they flew out of the three-foot platform, approaching the various ghosts that floated in the distance.

"Ah......" The souls that were forced to take a small step back by the fire huddled together, but they only trembled a little, and there was no imaginary cry of surprise.

"Did they do it voluntarily?" asked Xiaoyaosheng.

Because judging by their performance, if they are persecuted, how can they just be a little afraid of the flames, and their eyes should be full of horror.

The swordsman nodded: "I remember that the sword spirit of the fish intestine told me that the vast majority of those who can be sword spirits are voluntary, and there must not be the slightest persecution, and only in this way can the power of the spirit body and the sword itself be brought into full play." ”

Although the fish intestine sword spirit is voluntary, he still has another hidden secret, think about it, who would put a good life and not cherish it, but instead cast a sword.

The sword spirit that was completely persecuted did not exist. It's just that because of resentment, even if this sword is cast, it is full of anger, where can ordinary people manipulate it.

The uncle's eyes were as calm as water, and he looked at these cowering souls coldly, and he didn't continue his next step for a long time. Until in the midst of a crowd of shouting souls, I saw an unusually calm soul.

He frowned, that is, the original owner of this soul is a little old, and the accuracy is not enough, and it is still difficult to exert the maximum effect of this sword. However, he immediately thought about it, he wanted a soul, not a body.

Shedding the shackles of the body, the utility of the soul is sufficient.

He put on the golden silk gloves that he used to forge his sword, and the greatest use of these gloves was that they could grasp spirits. You must know that the reason why his subordinates can forge so many famous swords is that each sword is poured into the spirit body he has carefully selected.

With a wave of his right hand, he scattered those timid and cowardly spirits, and walked to the side of the soul he fancied step by step: "It's you......"

Everyone held their breath, knowing that no one would see them, but they were still involuntarily quiet.

Only, the swordsman was alone, his eyes were uncertain, his brows were furrowed more and more tightly, and he could hear him say almost word by word: "Sword casting master Ou Yezi, Zhan Lu, Long Quan, and Tai A are all from him." ”

Naturally, people ask, "How do you know?"

The swordsman stretched out his index finger and pointed to the soul that had jumped off the sword-casting furnace on the sacrificial sword platform and said, "Because, I recognize that sword spirit, that sword, it is, fish intestines." ”

"Fish intestines?" everyone gasped.

The bone elf secretly slandered himself, and said in his heart, this world is really small, big and small, famous, and not famous There are so many swords, why just a fish intestine just happened to let you run into it.

The cool breeze swept through the hair of several people from the altar of the sword sacrifice and the sword-casting furnace, and everything that had been sealed seemed to come to life suddenly, and it recounted its past with great interest, and then passed away with the wind.

Everyone was accustomed to the way the scene changed, and they only felt that the hair on their foreheads was dancing more and more happily, and the clothes were dancing wildly in the wind.

When everyone came back to their senses, there was no more desolate heaven and earth, or messy figures. Weapon Forging Tu'an was quietly suspended in mid-air, and the golden boy and girl standing not far away were looking at them with interest.

"You can take it. The golden boy and girl only left such a short sentence, and then turned into a ray of light and flew towards the pavilion standing in the distance.

"Hey, how do you use it?" the swordsman couldn't hear the answer.

He hurriedly rolled up the scroll and sighed: "Okay, let's study it slowly!"

The fish intestine on the back of the swordsman was slightly restless, he knew that not only did he see the scene in the weapon forging diagram, but also the sword spirit, "You guys go first, I'll come later." ”

Everyone nodded, and only the bone elf came over: "Are you okay?"

The swordsman knew that if he used his physical discomfort as an excuse, the bone elf would not be able to leave, so he could only say: "I want to be alone for a while, you can follow everyone first!"

The bone elf looked at him worriedly, and he couldn't say anything, so he only advised: "Then you slow down yourself." ”

Seeing that everyone deliberately slowed down their pace, but still distanced themselves from themselves, the swordsman was relieved.

He took the fish intestines from his back: "Sword Spirit, come out what you want!"

The old man's face was still weathered and wrinkled, but it was no longer as sloppy as it had been at first sight. It's just that the looming black qi on his body can't be dissolved no matter what. It can be seen that the results of Taoguang's cultivation during this period are still quite good.

"Remember what you promised me?" the old man didn't talk nonsense and went straight to the point.

The swordsman saw that he had a rare serious face, so he said: "Remember, you help me with the path of destiny, and I will help you get out of the fish intestines." ”

To put it simply, he will never forget what he promised others.

"You can see how Ou Yezi took my soul. I told you to destroy this sword after killing Chiyou with fish intestines. As he said this, the black qi on the old man's body grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, almost enveloping him.

The swordsman was like a fish in his throat: "Didn't you do it voluntarily, why did you become Ou Yezi to take your soul again? Also, kill Chi You! He is so powerful, it would be good to be able to seal it." "It's not that he wants to grow the morale of others and destroy his own prestige, that's true.

The sword spirit was never able to open up with the swordsman, he only said that Ou Yezi forcibly took his soul, but he did not elaborate on what was going on. [.]