Zhuo Zangfeng saw more and more that the current situation was not quite right. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yao Caiwei was elegant and solemn, and Mu Jueyou's expression was solemn.

Of course, he also knew about his emotional changes, and saw that the development of things was not expected, but went further and further. He knew that although the matter was important at the moment, he could not solve any problem by sighing and meditating on his own.

For a while, everyone seemed to have forgotten what they had to do at the beginning, and the matter of Huiyue, who had just been to do at the beginning, became insignificant.

Zhuo Zangfeng tried his best to find a breakthrough in his chaotic thoughts, and then thought that it was time to solve Mr. He's matter.

I came to the Sword Shrine by myself to solve this matter, especially about the secret hidden on the White Horse Gap Sword.

He drank all the tea in the teapot alone, watched the sword mound slave reload, and looked at the sword mound master who was still full of shock.

"Senior, this sword ......"

He didn't finish his words, Mu Jue woke up like a dream, and he lost his temper in front of the two juniors, and the old man with a deep realm did not feel embarrassed.

He continued Zhuo Zangfeng's words and said: "You once said 'Heavenly Dao Divine Pool', this was originally the Heavenly Divine Water that cultivators solidified their meridians and improved their cultivation, in my opinion, at that time, this sword was under the power of the water of the deep pool, and was impacted by your own vitality, pouring your own breath into the sword body. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng listened, thinking about the situation at that time.

At that time, he was suffering from extremely unbearable pain, and his consciousness was blurred, and he only remembered that there was a sword yuan gushing out of the dantian qi sea, and then his consciousness fainted for a while.

Mu Jueyou groaned and said: "Your vitality comes from nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine sword yuan, that Mr. He is only a 'Four Divine Realm' great sword master, naturally he can't resist, so he is occupied by you." ”

"If there is no Heavenly Dao Divine Pool, although there is a vast vitality, your realm is too low, and the vitality you can use is limited, in my opinion, it should be with the help of the power of the water of the 'Heavenly Dao Divine Pool', otherwise it is impossible to disperse the vitality that Mr. He left on the sword. ”

He looked at Zhuo Zangfeng and continued: "This is like borrowing a corpse to return the soul, your powerful vitality is the soul, your soul stays on this sword, and drives away the previous soul, so this sword automatically recognizes you as its owner." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng thought for a moment and asked, "In this way, the sword qi on this sword cannot be dissolved. ”

Mu Jieyou nodded and said in appreciation: "You are really smart! This sword has been stored for a long time, unless your cultivation can be greater than the power of the 'Heavenly Dao Divine Pool', but how is this possible." ”

"The 'Heavenly Dao Divine Pool' is the convergence of the water of the heavens and the water of the earth's leylines, fusing the essence of the vitality of heaven and earth for hundreds of millions of years, more vast than the heavenly river, more majestic than the thick earth, the cultivators of the world, even if the immortals above the heavenly gate can't compete, how can you get rid of it?"

"If you really have that magical power, how can you bear this little sword?"

"You must know that the world's divine weapons are bred by heaven and earth, and they are in the hands of the most powerful swordsmiths, and they are cultivated into the most powerful cultivators in the world. The vast sword intent on it needs to be poured in step by step, bit by bit. ”

"This is the same as a cultivator, the meridian bones are the foundation, and then the vitality can be absorbed, so that the body will not be unable to withstand the power of the vitality and collapse. ”

"The cultivation of the world is the same as the cultivation of sword intent above a divine weapon, and there is no shortcut. ”

"Is there really no way?" asked Zhuo Zangfeng in disappointment.

Mu Jue pondered for a moment and said, "To untie the bell, you still have to tie the bell." There is a way, but it is extremely painful, and few people can bear this pain in time. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng said resolutely: "Senior, please speak! I have not enjoyed any blessings as a person, but pain is commonplace for me. ”

Mu Jue glanced at him, nodded and said, "Fortunately, the sword intent on this sword is not deep, and the time is still broken." Only by penetrating this sword from your acupuncture points, passing through the meridians, and three hundred and sixty important acupuncture points throughout the body, and then staying in the sea of dantian qi, and then dissolving the sword qi on the sword in the dantian and turning it into vitality. ”

When Yao Caiwei heard this, she couldn't help but show a worried look.

Although the cultivator's meridian acupoints are strong, a steel long sword that has not refined the sword element is inserted into the body, and it is also the most deadly part, not to mention the pain, its danger can be said to be nine deaths.

Mu Jueyou said, looking at Zhuo Zangfeng and observing the change in the expression on his face.

"I can bear it!" Zhuo Zangfeng didn't think about it in the slightest.

"You have to know that the steel sword piercing into the body is not comparable to the sword element, and that kind of pain may not even be able to withstand even the great masters of the 'Four Divine Realm', are you sure?"

"Yes!" Zhuo Zangfeng replied resolutely.

"Okay!

After Mu Jieyou finished speaking, he got up and walked out of the hall, Zhuo Zangfeng and Yao Caiwei followed, and as he walked through the corridor, he came to a field full of wildflowers.

The windswept fields are filled with countless flowers of different colors, and the verdant spring color makes this field picturesque.

On the ground, which was encroached on by grass and flowers, a wooden tower towered not far away.

The tower is thirteen stories high, standing in the midst of a hundred flowers, giving people a distant artistic conception.

Mu Jueyou carried the white horse through the gap sword, instructed Yao Caiwei to stay at the bottom of the tower, jumped over, and flew into the highest floor of the top of the tower like a white line.

Zhuo Zangfeng followed.

The inside of the tower is relatively spacious and clean, and there is a bookshelf with a few books on it, and it is obvious that the master of the sword shrine often cultivates here.

Mu Jieyou told Zhuo Zangfeng some precautions, made him take off his coat, sit calmly in a corner of the tower, and then began to urge his vitality.

For the sake of a foreign great swordsman who does not have a deep friendship, he would rather suffer from this kind of suffering of ten thousand arrows and go through this kind of ordeal of nine deaths and one life, which makes this land immortal sigh again and again.

The White Horse Gap Sword was radiant, and it was driven by Mu Jueyou's vitality, and it suddenly flew to the top of Zhuo Zangfeng's head, and then slowly shrunk, and finally turned into a three-inch-long short sword.

In fact, this is already similar to the state of Jian Yuan, but it has not completely become that gaseous form, in order to make Zhuo Zangfeng suffer less, the owner of the sword mound in the world is also trying his best to pay his spirit.

The little sword that flew so fast that it paused slightly in the air, the tip of the sword was pointing downward, Mu Jueyou's mind moved slightly, and the small sword quickly stabbed into the top of Zhuo Zangfeng's head.

In the consciousness conveyed by a strong pain, the sea of consciousness was blurred, as if the entire sky had collapsed and smashed on top of his head, Zhuo Zangfeng held back and did not snort.

Mu Jueyou saw the sweat of the beans on his forehead rolling out, and his mind moved again, and the little sword did not enter the top, along the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, and slowly traveled along the meridians of his body.

At this moment, Zhuo Zangfeng's face became extremely pale, and when the little sword passed through the meridians, the skin on his body would bulge, and the blood vessels and meridians would bulge like thick earthworms.

This is a pain that is worse than death, especially after the little sword ran to the dantian qi sea, he seemed to hear a loud bang in his ears, and he knew the golden light in the sea.

Then the little sword seemed to be controlled by someone, and it slammed rapidly on his strong dantian wall, and without impacting once, his body would shake for a while, until Zhuo Zangfeng felt that the light on the small sword was getting dimmer and dimmer.

That small sword was like sharpening a sword in his dantian qi sea, and as the speed of grinding became faster and faster, the golden light on the sword fell one after another.

Zhuo Zangfeng struggled to stay conscious, he knew that the vitality on the small sword was getting weaker and weaker in the rapid grinding, until finally the entire sword body became extremely dark.

He breathed a sigh of relief, the pain was not as unbearable as it had been.

Finally, Mu Jueyou drove the little sword to slowly return along the previous path, and finally came out of the Baihui Cave above Zhuo Zangfeng's head.

After the small sword that flew out came into contact with the aura outside, it suddenly shook in the wind with the urging of Mu Jueyou's vitality, and became the same size as it was before.

With a bang, the White Horse Gap Sword fell to the ground, and it had become an ordinary steel long sword without any sword energy.

Zhuo Zangfeng was covered in sweat like rain, struggling not to fall, and then smiled tiredly.

Mu Jue looked at him silently with humor, and said lightly: "You didn't have to suffer like this. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell violently, and said in a trembling voice: "What I have said, what I have decided, no matter how difficult it is, I will do it." ”

Mu Jueyou's eyes lit up and he asked, "Don't you regret it?" You know that this will consume your vitality and you won't be able to recover it for a long time. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng stretched out his hand to support the wall, looked at the vast mountains in the distance, and said generally: "Duan Qianhua has never taught me what regret is. (To be continued.) )