Chapter 0139: The Sword Becomes a Refinement
"Old man, if you promise to give it to me, then I will take it. ”
What you give for nothing, don't give it for nothing.
Jing Ge stepped forward, bowed to the skeleton and thanked him, turned and walked to the Frost Sword, and reached out to pull Frost out.
"Wait. ”
Jing Ge retracted his hand, looked at the bones, and raised his eyebrows: "Old man, don't you want to regret it?"
"Hehe, I am an immeasurable saint, and I will never regret what I say, but I have observed that you seem to be sick, can you let me take a closer look?"
"You only have a wisp of remnant soul left to heal people?" Jing Ge walked over to the skeleton, bent down to look at the skull up close, and reached out to poke at the skull's empty eyes.
"The soul is the main body, as the medium, although I have no physical body, I still have consciousness, and of course I can be diagnosed. ”
Jing Ge was half puzzled, revealing a white and smooth wrist, handed it over and said, "How can you show me?"
As soon as the words fell, a cool aura wrapped around her wrist, the aura was pure white and flawless, so clean that there was no trace of impurities, Jing Ge was the first time to see such a high purity aura, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
The strength of a cultivator has a great relationship with the purity of the aura he cultivates, and the purer the color of the aura, the higher the strength.
A person with the same cultivation and a purer aura will be stronger than the other!
"How?"
"It turned out to be the innate wisdom spirit root and the martial wisdom root, yes, it is a material that can be made, but it's a pity that this dantian was destroyed before it was formed, and it was so completely destroyed, I'm afraid it's not so easy to repair. "Remnant Soul Dao.
"I have an elixir, and I only need to refine the elixir to repair it, but it's just ...... Just now, when I was preparing for alchemy, I was constantly blown out by a strange wind, and you caused that strange wind, right?"
Jing Ge raised his eyebrows and squinted at the bones in front of him.
"Huh. The remnant laughed.
The voice is rich and hearty.
It can be seen that the old man's life should also be a free and easy person.
A person who is willing to give up his life and completely seal himself and the sword for the sake of his beloved sword should be such a dashing person when he is alive!
It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time and couldn't live at a time when I could get acquainted.
Jing Ge vaguely thought that he saw the picture of the old man stroking his beard and smiling.
"It's Frost mischievous, and it must have liked you to bring you here. ”
Jing Ge: !!!
"Frost is a little naughty, but it's not bad in nature, and you can definitely get along well in the future. ”
Jing Ge: ......
Hey, hey, who just said that frost is evil?
Doesn't it hurt to be slapped in the face so quickly?
Do you hear a popping sound in the air?
Ah, no.
This old man is already dead, faceless!
"You're going to love it. ”
The old man emphasized again that it was like a child who was afraid that he would work hard to raise and not be liked.
"I don't mind liking it if it's awesome. ”
As soon as Jing Ge finished speaking, the ground under his feet suddenly shook.
The frost buzzed and trembled, and the ground centered around it began to tremble.
"Click. ”
Frost suddenly pulled up from the ground, flew high, circled in the cave, and then flew directly towards Jing Ge, landed firmly in front of her, and lightly tapped the hilt of the sword, as if to say hello.
Jing Ge stretched out her hand, and the frost fell steadily in her hand, rubbing it as if intimacy.
......
It really looks like a sword that has become a fine spirit!