Chapter 469: This Sword, Divorced Love
"What is it?" Yebei asked.
This was the key issue for the Northern King Sword to drink blood, and it was the only thing he had to figure out when he came here today.
However, Lu Yushan shook his head slowly, signaling that he would not dare to be sure until he saw it.
Yebei didn't ask, and waited patiently.
A moment later, there was a roar in the air.
Jinghai is less than 2,000 miles away from here, and the Black Hawk fighter plane is at full speed, and it will take more than ten minutes to arrive.
In the darkness of the night, a figure fell rapidly.
With a muffled sound, Lu Zhongyuan arrived with the Beiwang Knife.
"Big brother."
Lu Zhongyuan rushed over in an arrow step, his tone was slightly anxious, knowing that once the eldest brother used the Northern King Knife, it would mean that he had encountered a strong enemy.
can see the two people in front of him, a white-haired old man with all his arms lost, although he is a king, but his breath is sluggish, and the other person is just a god of war.
For a while, Lu Zhongyuan was confused, and he didn't know why the eldest brother was so anxious to bring the Beiwang Dao.
Before Yebei spoke, Lu Yushan's eyes were already fixed on the Beiwang knife, and it was difficult to hide the heat in that look.
This knife, he even dreamed of seeing it.
Lu Yushan's arms were lost, and he couldn't check it, so Yebei took the Beiwang knife with one hand and pulled it out directly.
Hmmm-
The crimson flames instantly reflected in the air, causing Lu Zhiqi to exclaim.
As Lu Yushan's grandson, he had seen countless divine weapons since he was a child, but this was the first time he had seen this knife that emitted red blood.
It's just that everyone didn't notice that on the far wall behind them, the sword was unsheathed with the Beiwang knife, but the light increased by a few points.
Lu Yushan couldn't take his eyes off it for a long time, staring at the blade, feeling the aura emanating from the blade.
"That's right, that's ......"
Lu Yushan muttered again and again like a madman.
"Big brother, who is this old man?" Lu Zhongyuan looked at the crazy old man in front of him, and immediately frowned.
I sent the Beiwang Sword over in a hurry, was it just for the crazy old man in front of me to appreciate it?
"Lu Yushan." Yebei opened his mouth slightly.
The two words fell, and Lu Zhongyuan fell into thought, this name was very familiar, but he couldn't think of who it was for a while.
After a moment, his eyes widened suddenly, and he exclaimed:
"Forging Grandmaster, Lu Yushan?"
Seeing the eldest brother nodding slightly, Lu Zhongyuan was completely shocked.
This is a character at the same level as Mo Ye's master, Tao Peigong.
In the whole world, in the field of forging divine weapons and sharp weapons, there are only two people who can become grandmasters, Tao Peigong and Lu Yushan, which is recognized by martial artists in the world.
How could he have imagined that the white-haired old man in front of him, who was crazy and had lost all his arms, turned out to be Grandmaster Lu Yushan.
"Old Lu, what do you see?" Yebei asked.
Lu Yushan shook his head slowly, and Yebei was suddenly startled, thinking that the other party didn't know either.
But Lu Yushan opened his mouth and said: "This Tao Peigong is really a madman." ”
"What is added to this knife, as the old man expected, is a blood-devouring relic."
When Yebei heard this, Jian frowned.
Blood-devouring relics, he heard it for the first time.
Lu Yushan's cloudy eyes stared at the red flames on the body of the Beiwang Sword, and slowly talked about the origin of this blood-devouring relic.
It is rumored that thousands of years ago, at the peak of ancient martial arts, a person named Mo Xuanwen fell into madness when he broke through the bottleneck, bloodthirsty, six relatives did not recognize, and killed every person, and the people who were killed were all blood and the whole body was shriveled, leaving only a skin.
Helplessly, this Mo Xuanwen's cultivation is extremely high, and after the mad demon, he is even more invincible, and I don't know how many people were killed for a while.
In order to save her husband, his wife Ji Die'er asked for help from countless masters, and one of the monks with the name of Puzhi said that only the spirit grass can be separated from the love flower.
The reason why it is called the flower of separation is because if this spiritual grass wants to bloom, it can only be watered with the blood of the beloved person, at the cost of his own life.
In other words, once the love grass blooms, it means that people are separated from resentment.
This Ji Die'er loved Mo Xuanwen deeply, and did not hesitate at all, and exchanged the essence and blood of the whole body for the flower of divorce, and Pu Zhi refined it into a condensation bead, called Divorce, and threw it into the body of Mo Xuanwen, which suppressed the demonic nature in his body.
Later, that Mo Xuanwen escaped into the Buddhist gate, day and night for his wife Ji Die'er to chant the scriptures, it is said that there is a thousand years, and finally that Mo Xuanwen sat into a relic, at the same time, there is a blood-red bead......
"These are just rumors, after all, they are thousands of years ago, and their authenticity is no longer known, but your blade should be integrated into that relic." Lu Yushan was not sure.
As a forging grandmaster, it is normal to add heavenly and earthly treasures to the forging process to strengthen the power of weapons, but if you really add blood-devouring relics, then Tao Peigong is too crazy.
"Then the sword you forged was added to the pearl of love?" Yebei asked slowly.
The sword just now is afraid that it is on par with the Northern King Sword.
As soon as the words fell, Yebei turned around, but saw the sword on the wall trembling faintly, emitting a dazzling light, as if he wanted to break free from the shackard and break out.
As soon as the Yebei Void was grasped, the sword body was in hand, but it was still restless in the palm of the hand.
Hmmm-
The three-foot-long sword was unsheathed, accompanied by a grim roar.
Yebei held a sword in his left hand and a knife in his right, but the next moment, there was a scene that surprised him.
I saw that the white mang's blood light gradually approached, and finally intertwined tightly, as if hugging each other, and driving the surrounding wind, as if crying.
Several people around him were shocked when they saw this scene.
Lu Yushan sighed heavily, and said: "This sword, indeed joined the pearl of love, it seems that this rumor is true, thousands of years ago, these two people were a loving couple, but in this life, they have become male and female swords, this is creation......"
The white mang's blood and light were tightly intertwined, and he was unwilling to separate for a long time.
Yebei could clearly feel that the anti-devouring power that had always existed on the sword body of the Northern King was decreasing sharply, obviously under the influence of this sword.
"Lu Lao, what is the name of this sword." Yebei asked.
When Lu Yushan heard this, he smiled bitterly.
"When I was forged, I suffered a backlash, how could I have time to name it, if I wanted to choose a name, it was really only the word divorce."
Yebei nodded, a thought, the sword into the sheath.
Before this trip, the bloodthirsty reason of the Northern King Sword has been known, and it is enough.
Re-hanging the sword of love on the wall, Yebei prepares to leave.
However, above the wall, the white light was desperately stretching in the direction of Yebei's departure.
"Lord Beiwang, please stay ......," Lu Yushan hurriedly shouted.
Yebei stopped when he heard the words.
Lu Yushan walked to the wall, held up the sword with a wisp of true qi, and stared at Bai Mang, with a mixture of love and hate in his eyes, which was quite complicated.
But I can clearly feel that on the sword body, there is no longer the power of the backlash.
"Lord Beiwang, since this sword echoes your Beiwang sword from afar, how can the old man stay."
"Today, I will give you this sword!"