Cold Spirit City, deep in the Spirit Mine Mountains

In the deep stream of the dark valley, Qiye shook the ice slag on his body, and when he was about to stand up, a sharp pain suddenly hit his body that had not dissipated, almost making Qiye stumble and faint. With a "plop", Qiye sat on the ground with a pale face, followed by cold sweat that collapsed and weakened all over his body, soaked with blood-stained coarse linen clothes. There was still a feeling of dizziness in my head, and I was panting in my mouth. The severe pain and weakness of the whole body made the seven nights who woke up once again experience the unbearable and unforgettable pain when forging the body.

"You've just finished exercising now, and the pain hasn't dissipated yet, and you still need to recuperate for a while. Mixed Yuan Taizu looked at Qiye and said, but the voice was even older than before.

Qiye raised his head with difficulty, and when he looked at the Mixed Yuan Taizu, his expression was stunned: he saw that the spirit of the Mixed Yuan Taizu was even thinner than before, and the ribbon of his clothes was faintly transparent, as if it was about to dissipate. The spiritual power surrounding his body had been exhausted, and the demeanor of the Mixed Yuan Taizu had become even more tired before.

"Master, is this ......?" Nanaya asked hurriedly with a pant.

"The teacher has successfully built the foundation for you with the last spiritual power, and now that the teacher's wish has been fulfilled, there is no more concern in the world, and you can leave without regrets......" Mixed Yuan Taizu said slowly, although his voice was slightly tired but unusually flat and open-minded.

"Shizun is so kind to his disciple, and the disciple still doesn't know how to repay him? If he can, the disciple is willing to use this life to save Shizun!" said that, Qiye gritted his teeth and struggled in severe pain.

"Helping you as a teacher is not for you to die to save me, but because you are my apprentice. After listening to the words of the Seven Nights, the Mixed Yuan Taizu was a little moved and relieved.

After hearing the words of Chaoyuan Taizu in Qiye, he was speechless and choked, with tears in his eyes, and he couldn't cry. I didn't expect that in this world, in addition to Grandpa Luo Mu, I could meet someone who thought so much about myself. This grace is more important than Mount Tai, which is unforgettable!

"The teacher has been sealed in this deep valley and mountain stream for seven thousand years, and only this wisp of spirit has survived to this day, maybe dying now is also a great relief for the teacher......" Mixed Yuan Taizu stroked his long beard lightly, looked at the deep valley outside the light curtain and sighed.

Seven nights wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and endured sobbing and severe pain all over his body. The words of the Mixed Yuan Taizu made Qiye feel a kind of calm and calm that looked at death as home, and Qiye deeply blamed himself for his powerlessness and inability to save his master, but in his heart he was unwilling to do anything for him, and he couldn't do something for the Mixed Yuan Taizu.

"Shizun's strength is so powerful, who is sealed here?" After thinking for a while, Qiye asked cautiously.

"At the end of the Millennium War, he fought a decisive battle with the beast army here, but in the melee, he was accidentally killed by the high priest of the witch clan, and was seriously injured in a sneak attack, and was sealed here. Mixed Yuan Taizu said with a gloomy expression, but there was still a faint anger in his tone.

"The High Priest of the Wu Clan, it's shameful to use such a villainous act!" Qiye couldn't help but be angry after hearing this, his fists clenched faintly, and the anger made him forget the severe pain all over his body, and his heart was full of anger that could not be vented.

"Master, is the strength of the High Priest of the Wu Clan stronger than you?" asked Qiye as he slowly held back his anger.

"That witch is only slightly lower than me: the initial strength of the Holy Spirit level, but the sealing technique is very good. Mixed Yuan Taizu said while looking at the light curtain of this seal. Then he slowly turned around and looked at a small ball glowing blue in the center of the sealing array not far behind him.

Qiye saw the Mixed Yuan Taizu looking sideways at the rear, and followed his gaze with a little doubt, only to see not far behind the Mixed Yuan Taizu. In the center of the entire light curtain, there was a spirit ball the size of a watermelon, emitting blue light. From the beginning to the present, Qiye has never noticed the existence of other things in the entire light curtain space, except for himself and the Mixed Yuan Taizu.

If you look closely, there is a dagger about 20 centimeters long, with a black and shiny body and a light blue aura exuding from the ball of light. The dagger was inserted vertically into the array in the center of the light curtain, and there was a white pool of phosphorus-like powder on the ground around the dagger, which was the ashes left by a sunken corpse. And there is no one in this space except for the Mixed Yuan Taizu, obviously it should be the ashes of the master. Seeing this scene, Qiye's eyes were sour, and his heart became heavier.

After a sigh, the Mixed Yuan Taizu turned around, saw Qiye's solemn expression, and calmly narrated: That dagger is called "Linglong Witch Knife". It is the high priest of the Wu clan, Wu Jue, who is dedicated to slaughtering sacrifices during sacrifices, and this knife sharpens iron like clay, and is immune to countless spiritual defenses. Because it has slaughtered too many sacrifices and devoured the blood of thousands of high-level demon spirits, this knife is bloodthirsty and powerful, and has also evolved the sealing power of high-level demonic beasts.

Back then, when the Wu Jue took advantage of the decisive battle between the division and the beast army, and the defense behind him was unprepared, he used this knife to take the opportunity to sneak attack. Although he was severely injured by his master, he also suffered a strong slap from his master, and he was seriously injured and had no choice but to leave this knife. Presumably, even if the Wu Jue heals from his injuries in the future, his cultivation foundation will be damaged, and his strength in this life may be difficult to improve.

And now 7,000 years have passed, and the bones of the teacher have long been gone, but the power of the seal on this knife is still remaining, the blade is like a man, and the crimson aura of the blade is not fading, and it is worthy of being a 'high-grade spirit soldier'.

....... Mixed Yuan Taizu was gloomy again

In this world, the identification of weapons is divided into five levels: divine soldiers, holy soldiers, spiritual soldiers, mysterious soldiers, and mortal soldiers.

Divine weapons are only available in the hands of peak races such as the gods and demons, and they are also inherited by the patriarchs; and holy soldiers only exist in the hands of the patriarchs or elders of powerful races such as the ghost race and the immortal race; spirit soldiers exist more in the third races such as the demon race and the beast race, or the royal family in the human race; as for the Xuan soldiers, they are basically low-level Xuan soldiers used by ordinary spiritual cultivators; and the last mortal soldiers are ordinary weapons used by ordinary soldiers.

Although weapons have such a level ranking, it does not mean that the level of weapons is set in stone, only a very small number of weapons with a very small chance can be improved in continuous tempering, and those who specialize in refining and forging immortal weapons are also a very small number of 'spirit weapon masters'. The refining of the spirit master is not only limited to weapons, but also magic weapons. And the prerequisite for becoming a spiritual artifact master is to have a strong spiritual spirit!

Of the five levels of weapons, each level is also divided into four grades according to the quality of the weapon: Lower, Medium, Top, and Best.

The lower grade is as red as bloodthirsty, the middle is as green as grass, the top is as blue as jewels, and the best is the most seductive purple.

There was no doubt that the exquisite witch knife with the blade exuding a light blue aura was an unscrupulous high-grade spirit soldier. Qiye quietly heard the story of the Mixed Yuan Taizu about the Linglong Witch Knife, and sighed that although this weapon looked harmless to humans and animals, he didn't expect it to be so terrifying, it was simply a weapon born for killing.

As extraordinary as this exquisite witch knife was, Seven Nights was indifferent to it. From the story of the Mixed Yuan Taizu, Seven Nights knew that this knife would not be of any benefit to the weak self, it would only lead to a bloody backlash, and once the user's soul was devoured by the weapon, it would become a puppet of the weapon at that time, and he would continue to kill until he died of exhaustion.

Mixed Yuan Taizu was very relieved to see that Qiye was indifferent to the high-grade spirit soldier that had made countless people crazy.

Too much irrational greed will only lead to the destruction of stupidity. From ancient times to the present, there have been countless geniuses, but they are difficult to become the overlord of the king's side. Because there is too much competition for what you want to get, you will eventually be buried in the never-ending torrent of struggle.

Brushing his long beard, Mixed Yuan Taizu thought for a while, and then looked at Qiye solemnly. At this moment, Qiye's gaze also withdrew from the exquisite witch knife, and he no longer remembered it. Seeing that the Mixed Yuan Taizu looked at him so solemnly, as if he had something to say, he stood respectfully waiting for the teaching.

After a long time, the Mixed Yuan Taizu said meaningfully: "Now the time for a teacher is short, and the future road still needs to be made by the disciples themselves." This is the last parting words of the teacher, and I hope the disciples will remember it!"

"The words of the master, the disciple will never forget it for the rest of his life!" Qiye leaned over and said respectfully, but the words could not hide the secret sadness.

"After the destruction of this spiritual spirit for the teacher, the seal of this exquisite witch knife will also be broken. The apprentice can take this knife away, and it will be regarded as the last parting thing that the teacher will give you. But remember: you should not use this knife until your life is at stake. Before you have enough strength, you must not reveal this sword, otherwise it will bring many unwarranted disasters!"

"Master entrusts, disciples must remember!" Although I don't know why the Mixed Yuan Taizu did this himself, Qiye still listened carefully and remembered the Tao.

After telling him, the Mixed Yuan Taizu slowly rose up with relief, and all the remaining spiritual power in his body was emanated, and suddenly there were countless golden lights in front of his eyes, and it was difficult to open his eyes to see the void and reality. Then, the countless golden lights converged into a brilliant arrow, shooting at the still-moving Exquisite Witch Sword in the array.

"Bang!" The powerful impact instantly pierced the blue light shield on the outer layer of the Linglong Witch Knife, and the unstoppable light arrow slammed into the body of the Linglong Witch Knife, which immediately turned into a raging flame and burned, and then quickly merged into the blade. Immediately after that, a wisp of black aura on the knife body steamed out, slowly dissipating into the void, and a strange figure on the knife handle also disappeared, which was the soul mark left by the previous owner of the knife.

"Apprentice, get a drop of blood!" Qiye's ears heard the eager urging voice of the Mixed Yuan Taizu.

Qiye didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood sprayed towards the Linglong Witch Knife. As soon as a few drops of blood touched the Linglong Witch Knife, they were instantly sucked dry by the blade. Then the whole delicate witch knife trembled. "Huh......", there was a sharp and piercing sound of the knife, as if it was making a last unyielding struggle, and finally the sound of the knife gradually fell silent, and the blade emitted a more intense blue light than before.

The blue light spread out in all directions, penetrating the entire tightly wrapped huge spherical light curtain. Rays of light pierced through the cracks, and finally the entire sealing light shield shattered into countless colors in an instant. Qiye was also blinded by the intense blue light, and once again fell defenselessly into the dark abyss below the light mask, and the exquisite witch knife turned into a white light and shot into the darkness below after the light faded, and the entire shattered world fell silent again after a moment.