What happens when you sink a bird flying in the sky into the water?

A, it's weird if it doesn't struggle.

In the same way, in a place like a mass grave, if you attract the souls of the Nine Shadows, they will not be so resistant, and they can easily find an opportunity to refine them in the confrontation.

Mu Wenpan sat at the base of a tree, listening to the rustle of the drizzle falling on the leaves.

The mind gradually calmed down.

"Unsheathed. ”

With a whisper in his mouth, thirty-eight broken mid-grade sword spirits emerged from his body, staggering and levitating around his body.

Mu Wen glanced at it, and the ancient and complex handprints in his hands quickly formed, and the ghostly light flashed, and a burst of black mist like a mirror appeared, and hundreds of billions of wails could be heard faintly from inside. In the Mu family's ancestral description of the Nine Shadows, it is called the Nine Shadows Gate, which is specially used by sword attendants who practice this method to obtain the souls they need from the Nine Shadows Abyss.

Only Mu Wen of the Lingwu Realm did not dare to be rash, only raised his index finger and poked a small hole in the black mist.

Wisps of blue drilled out of the cave and merged into a long balloon-like humanoid shape.

It had no eyes, no ability to think, and was dazed and drifting when it came to the strange human world, but the next moment it was surrounded by broken sword spirits. Perhaps instinctively sensing a sense of crisis, this soul panicked, desperately rushing against the sword wall composed of sword spirits and trying to escape.

It seemed to be a soft collision, but after three times, I saw that Mu Wen's sideburns were dripping with sweat.

This is an attack that comes directly from spiritual power, and I have to make a comparison, and the degree of power will not be much inferior to that of people in the late stage of Lingwu.

Mu Wen closed the finger-sized hole in the Nine Shadows Gate, concentrating on cleaning up the soul under his head.

"Whew. ”

The wind blew in gusts, raising Mu Wen's hair that covered his eyebrows.

The ten fingers of both hands stretched out their claws inward from both sides, like an oval, and as they squeezed hard, they saw that the sword spirits were also squeezing the souls exactly the same.

Every time Mu Wen's hands approached inward, the sword spirit in front of him squeezed his soul even more.

A moment later, a clear cry of despair spread, dissolved into a sonic thread, and disappeared into the dark drizzle of night. Looking at the soul again, it was already crawling like a docile little dog, Mu Wen's mind moved, and the damaged sword spirits began to absorb its breath. The ghostly light was scattered and snatched by the sword spirits in bunches, and gradually collapsed, on the other hand, the sword spirits were nourished, and the broken places on the sword body showed signs of merging.

The two damaged sword spirits were restored, and Mu Wen felt the vitality of a new life in them.

Poke.

Inside the Nine Secluded Ground Gate, another soul that did not know the calamity was pulled out.

Mu Wen made a move, and then heard the desperate sound of the soul, the expression on his face did not fluctuate in the slightest, and the corner of his mouth raised a smile as he watched the sword spirits devour the soul. This time, three damaged sword spirits were repaired, and Mu Wen wiped the sweat from his forehead, suppressing his fatigue and continuing quietly in this darkness.

Repairing the sword spirit is naturally much faster than refining the sword spirit, and after a night of sleepless sleep, all the thirty-eight broken sword spirits have been recovered.

A look of relief crossed his pale face, Mu Wen glanced at the dawn sky, bent his back and lowered his hands, and dragged his body back to Bluestone City almost as exhausted as a sick monkey.

Falling headlong on the bed, poor Muwen fell asleep in the dark.

Look, the saliva is wetting the pillow.

Too tired for sake.

Slept until the evening, got up and watched the flock of geese fly to the south at sunset, and unconsciously lost his eyes, the Mu family where he lived as a child was in the direction of the distant sky.

"I'm not going to get tired. ”

Mu Wen sat quietly on the eaves alone, his eyes revealing the vicissitudes of life that did not fit his age: "There is no tired Muwen, only a tired Muwen"

"Ah, what are you talking about?" the girl's voice came as she stepped on the bricks.

Mu Wen looked back and saw that Miss Liu Li had already stood firm behind her. The blowing headwind raised her long hair, Liu Li stroked a few strands of cyan silk hair behind her ears, and walked over and sat next to Mu Wen very closely: "Don't call me when you see the sunset." ”

"Aren't you here? Muwen smiled.

Liu Li pretended to be angry and gave a pink fist, and then leaned on his shoulder: "What a beautiful sunset, if only the time could be set at this moment." ”

"Time passes. Mu Wen raised his eyes and stared at the sky that was as red as fire: "No matter how beautiful the sunset is, it will only be a moment, and it will usher in endless nights." Will there be a dawn in my future? ”

Liu Li's eyebrows furrowed, and she stared at Mu Wen's eyes strangely: "Mu Wen, why do you suddenly feel so emotional." Is there something unhappy that you didn't tell me?"

"Hehe, you're thinking too much. ”

Mu Wen rubbed his nose and said with a smile: "After reading some books, I just love to say that I am worried about new words." I'm bored. ”

"Really?" Liu Li was still a little suspicious, but the eldest lady's expression was like turning the pages of a book, and she was soon filled with a sweet smile, and pulled Mu Wen down to accompany her to practice calligraphy and painting.

It's night.

There was no moon in the sky, no rain, but it was weighed down by the thick black clouds.

Mu Wenru's ghostly figure appeared in the mass grave again, sniffing deeply, his expression was suddenly stunned, the yin qi of heaven and earth in the mass grave tonight was ten times heavier than last night.

Refining the sword spirit in this way is much easier than in peacetime.

With his knees crossed, he summoned out the Nine Secluded Earth Gate, poked a fog hole and pulled out a soul, as if he was also infected by the nearby Yin Qi, and the soul showed signs of twitching after it came out. Leng Hao's thirty-eight sword spirits suddenly surrounded it, and before it could resist, that pitiful consciousness was wiped out in the squeezing.

The steps were the same as last night's repair of the Sword Spirit, but the rest of the year was quite different.

Thirty-eight sword spirits began to circulate, pulling the soul into a cover.

Mu Wen muttered in his mouth, and his hands made a special gesture again and again, and as time passed, the ghost light of his soul was compressed into the prototype of the sword little by little. It went smoothly, and a lot of effort was saved in this full yin qi. Finally let out a low shout, and the five fingers grasped the soul that turned into a sword, and the soul also stretched out five wisps of qi to form a palm and grabbed Mu Wen.

The soul is already a sword spirit refined by Mu Wen.

The two sides are fighting for dominance, and if you win, this sword spirit will always be used for yourself, and if you lose, then Mu Wen will become a living person enslaved by the sword spirit.

This medium-grade sword spirit, it was not so powerful, and it didn't take long for it to defeat and recognize the master in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Wen drummed out a soul in the Nine Shadows, refining it again and again, and successfully refined eight medium-grade sword spirits in one night.

In the past, this was something that I didn't dare to think of, and if I was lucky, I could refine up to two sword spirits in one night.

The delighted Mu Wen dragged his body and returned to Bluestone City as tired as a dog.

The next day, the third night.

Since the day before yesterday, it was the third time I came to the mass grave.

It's not that Mu Wen hasn't been here before, when he once refined a hundred sword spirits, most of the sword spirits were secretly refined here. However, there has never been such a strange thing as today. When I came out of Bluestone City, it was still a bright moon, but when I arrived at the mass grave, there was no moonlight, and the yin qi of heaven and earth was as rich as yesterday or even a little more.

In confusion, Mu Wen secretly thought that this was a good thing, and Gu buried himself in refining the sword spirit, and when it was dawn, he actually refined ten swords.

Tired and happy, he returned to Liufu and slept like a dead pig during the day and at night.

Fourth night.

The bluestone city is bright and bright, the mass grave is dark and rainy, you can't see the moon when you look up, and you can't see your five fingers when you stretch out your hand.

The yin qi of heaven and earth is thicker than the previous two days.

Mu Wen was strange in his heart, it stands to reason that he was refining the sword spirit here, and there must have been some consumption of yin qi in the process, and it should have become thinner. But the yin qi of the mass grave not only did not decrease but also rose, and the wind blowing was like a female ghost crying. Suppressing the question mark in his mind, he refined twelve sword spirits in one night.

Fifth night.

Fifteen sword spirits were also refined.

Sixth night.

Before dawn, Mu Wen had already refined seventeen sword spirits, and finally had the spectacular scene of a hundred swords taking off. What was expected to take two or three months to complete was completed in just six nights.

Mu Wen's face was happy, but in his heart he was confused and surprised to the extreme.

"Return. ”

With a light thought, the hundred sword spirits returned to their bodies.

Mu Wen looked around, and the wind blew off the trees and cracked the ground. Pricked up his ears and heard the howl of ghosts crying wolves getting louder and louder in the wind, and then raised his head to see that there was real blood in the moonless sky.

Adam's apple, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and Mu Wen saw that there was a visible soul coming out of the cemetery.

This is the human world, and it is clearly a scene that only exists when the dead soul is about to turn into a ghost. The so-called ghost, to put it bluntly, is a kind of evil spirit that has reached a certain level of spiritual power, can be indestructible or collapsed in the human world, and reappear as it was before birth. It can be said that the appearance of evil spirits in the human world is very rare, and every time it appears, it means that the nearby villages and even cities will be bloody.

Evil spirits, evil spirits, just listening to the name is not a good thing, it will harm people.

"Heh, I can't imagine that in a rural place in Bluestone City, a small mass grave outside the city can also breed such a thing as evil spirits. Mu Wen swept his eyes with a playful look, picked his hair with his fingers, glanced at the dead souls that were drilling out of the tomb, shook his head and laughed: "Interesting." Before I knew it, Mu Wen, I had sat for six nights in a place where an evil spirit was about to be born, which was really funny. ”

As he spoke, Mu Wen shook the long crotch on his waist, raised his head and laughed three times, and after laughing, the voice exaggerated into a sad scream: "God has no eyes, how did you make an evil spirit here, do you want to kill me!"

Mu Wen, who was screaming ghosts, had already run desperately towards the mass grave

The evil spirit, not only is he good at attacking in terms of spiritual power, but also has a half-virtual and half-real body like the sword spirit, and this guy's tricks to hurt people are very terrifying.

And judging the strength of the evil spirit, Rao is the most rubbish and useless newborn evil spirit, which is at least comparable to the Spirit Emperor realm among the human powerhouses.

Mu Wen's head sprinted forward quickly, the mass grave was really not big, but Mu Wen ran for more than ten minutes and didn't run out, and when he suddenly came back to his senses, he found that he had been spinning inside.

"It's over. The corners of Mu Wen's mouth were bitter.

Within his sight, a cloud of scarlet light floated in the air, and all the dead souls in all directions flew towards it, expanding at an alarming speed. Immediately after that, I don't know where a figure popped out, the old man had a long beard and fierce eyebrows, wearing a blood-red vest with gold trim stripes, raising his hand and grabbing it under the light: "Come out, come out quickly, my child, go and kill all the living people except me hahaha!"

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