The corners of Chen Han's mouth were raised, and he smiled slightly: "Forget it, don't bother to think about it, there are no precautions for the technique of absorbing the soul of the sword, right?" ”

"There is no problem with the deity's exercises, but I don't know how many long swords are needed to absorb the sword soul, and there are many things to pay attention to when the soul is born in the future, and the deity is telling you well at that time."

"Hmm!" Chen Han nodded, stretched out his hand and pulled out the long sword, the crimson light and shadow flickered, but the body of the long sword was like water waves, shining brightly, and it was very beautiful.

"What a beautiful sword......" stroked the sword body, and there was no pain in the skin of the ordinary immortal sword thorn, but it was as smooth as a woman's hair.

The long sword was completely unsheathed, and the scabbard was separated, and there was no sound of the golden and iron resonating of ordinary long swords, but there was a clear sound of water and flying fish like water.

After admiring it for a long time, Chen Han sighed, held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and pressed the tip of the sword against the other hand, and slowly closed his eyes.

Then, a huge soul power poured out from the depths of his soul, Chen Han knew that this was the power of the sword without regrets, after all, this was a high-grade immortal weapon, if you want to absorb his spirit, it is definitely not a simple matter, you naturally need to rely on the strength of the other party.

As for whether he will take this opportunity to hide from others and regain his strength, Chen Han can only say that it is impossible.

Because this method of absorbing the soul of the sword only absorbs the ubiquitous wandering soul and wild spirit, rather than the actual power in this sword weapon, it will naturally not be of any use to improve cultivation.

A huge amount of soul power shrouded the sword body, and when this formless power shrouded the sword body, it actually emitted a trace of red light mist.

"Buzzing" didn't take much time, and the flowing fish sword in Chen Han's hands continued to tremble, but the red light became more and more dimmed.

Chen Han's eyes opened suddenly, and he threw out the long sword in his palm with one hand, and the red light that extended from the sword body to Chen Han's body suddenly seemed to be cut off, and after two struggles, it completely disappeared.

Chen Han breathed a sigh of relief, held back the strange feeling as if someone had forcibly stuffed a piece of ice hockey ball in his soul, quickly got up and picked up the long sword, returned to the table and put it into the sheath, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and felt the so-called sword soul that entered the depths of his soul.

Sharp, warm, fiery, cold, countless contradictory feelings tumbled and surging in the sea of souls, making Chen Han's head feel a little dizzy.

These are normal reactions, the special ownerless soul power entering oneself will naturally cause a lot of discomfort, and it will be eliminated after one's soul is completely absorbed and accommodated in the future, Chen Han also knows.

"Why don't you absorb all the spirituality of that Flowing Fish Sword, what's the use of leaving that little bit?" Nine Nightmare said suddenly.

"Absorbing all the spirituality of that sword, although there is no loss in power, but after all, it completely destroyed the quality of that flowing fish sword, such a beautiful sword, it is a pity." Chen Han rubbed his temples, stretched his waist and turned around and lay down on the pine bed.

"When did you start to be so soft-hearted? It's just a sword, and it's not a living being, so it's not like this, although there is not much spirituality left, but it is also a huge consumption under the accumulation, and I don't know how much to find the high-grade fairy sword. ”

"When the time comes, if it's really not enough, just use your innocent thoughts to make up." Chen Han joked half-truthfully, slowly closed his eyes, and wanted to rest for a while.

"Whew"

There was a soft sound, and then a fierce wind blew, Chen Han subconsciously opened his eyes, and directly saw a long sword with a dark body hovering over his head. The tip of the sword was less than an inch away from the center of his eyebrows.

The sharp sword stabbed Chen Han's eyebrows, and he subconsciously wanted to move away from the point of this sword.

"Why, take away your broken sword!" Chen Han waved his hand impatiently, but the long sword hovering above his head never moved.

Nine Nightmare gloated and said: "It's unhappy on its own, what Benjun said doesn't work, you just apologize to it!" ”

Chen Han raised his eyebrows and looked at the hovering Si Wuxian in surprise: "What are you kidding?" Is your sword open? ”

Without waiting for the Nine Nightmares to answer, Chen Han directly got up and grabbed the hilt of the sword, the long sword flashed away, Chen Han held it empty, and then the black long sword appeared in front of Chen Han's eyes again, as if he was deliberately teasing Chen Han again.

"Hey, is this old devil controlling his own sword, or does this sword really have its own intelligence?"

Naturally, he said this without regrets.

"The spirit of this sword is indeed countless times stronger than ordinary flying swords, but it does not have complete spiritual intelligence and consciousness, but there are already some signs of life, it is indeed powerful, it is worthy of being an old antique sword weapon that has existed for more than fifteen epochs, Chen Han, I am afraid that you have directly absorbed the spirit in this innocent mind, and you don't need to bother to find those ordinary low-level sword weapons."

Jian Wuregret's voice was a little teasing and smiled: "But it depends on whether the Nine Nightmare Dao friends are willing or not." ”

"!" The Nine Nightmare cursed angrily, and the black sword flashed and disappeared into thin air.

Chen Han smiled, didn't continue to pay attention to this matter, lay on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

......

"Xiaoqing, what did that guest say?" In a two-story mansion that is not luxurious, but extremely clean and simple, an old man with white hair leans on the staircase, looks at his granddaughter who is jumping down from the second floor, and smiles kindly.

When the little girl saw the old man, she grinned, and her cheeks were as red as apples in autumn. She pointed upstairs with one hand and stroked the top of her head with the other, babbling for a long time, but did not understand what it meant.

The old man leaned on the handle of the stairs like this, watching his granddaughter dance with a smile, and then his face was flushed with some anxiety. From time to time, the old man patted the back of the little girl's hand and signaled her to slow down.

The old man has two sons under his knees, and he lives on a monk planet with abundant spiritual energy all the year round, and under the infection of spiritual energy, ordinary mortals here generally have some cultivation qualifications.

The old man didn't, and neither did his granddaughter, but the two sons under his knees had this qualification, and the qualifications were good.

It's just that the eldest son hasn't sent back news for a long, long time since he entered a sect, and I don't know how it is now, the younger son died and joined a riot in the sect a few years ago. Although the sect is also subordinate to Caiyi Xing, it is natural to abide by the law, but it has great autonomy, and this kind of struggle for power and throne is not cared for by Caiyi Country.

The two friars were killed, leaving only the mute girl to be sent back.

The old man didn't dislike the girl being dumb, nor did he dislike the girl for not having cultivation qualifications, and he was even quite glad that if it weren't for that, I'm afraid that his only granddaughter would also die in the turmoil.

The old man took the little girl and sat down at the table, took a ladle of water and handed it to the little girl.

The grandfather and grandson guarded a few kerosene lamps that were only used by mortals, the old man said something that was not available, the little girl listened carefully, and slowly fell asleep, the old man smiled, and picked up the little girl, a little girl who was eleven or twelve years old, but her figure was extremely weak and thin.

The old man knew that the little girl had been damaged as early as when she was in her mother's womb, and the immortal master sent back by the younger son's sect once said that fifteen or sixteen was the limit.

The old man didn't resent anything, just shook his arm slightly, humming in his mouth I don't know what the cliché was, just thinking about letting the little girl who was born with a weak body sleep more peacefully, thinking about what to eat and drink when his granddaughter woke up, that's all.

Time passes slowly, this is the trouble of mortals, but also the happiness of mortals.

(End of chapter)