Burn it.

Chen Changsheng said to himself, very calm.

As these three words sounded in his heart, the field carrying the starlight snow chips burned rapidly, and the fire was countless times larger than before, but in an instant, those snow chips burned clean, and at the same time, the surface of the clear lake around Lingtai Mountain also gave birth to a faint blue flame, which looked extremely beautiful.

The snow chips melted into clear water, turned into clouds, or condensed into water again, or spread in the form of clouds, those were true elements, raging in his body violently and rapidly, forcibly breaking through his blocked meridians, and the dry riverbed, whether it was a stone forest or an abyss, always moving forward with determination.

The furious True Yuan ignited his blood, ablating his intestines and meridians, bringing unimaginable pain, making his face extremely pale and his eyes brighter and brighter.

Chen Changsheng raised his realm to the peak without any scruples, standing on the threshold between life and death, he fought with his life, only in this way could he provide enough true yuan for the short sword in his hand and awaken its soul.

The huge golden-winged Dapeng in the sky in front of the mausoleum looked down at him indifferently, there was a wind and white air currents mixed into the light on the edge of its wings, looking extremely magnificent, the divine fire in its eyes was even more clear, and there was a vague sense of admiration.

Chen Changsheng's body bathed in dragon blood had almost perfect defensive ability, but with the burst of snow and the lake water began to burn, an unimaginable amount of true yuan burst into his body, and his body finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to crumble.

The first to crack was the corner of his eye, then the eardrum, several streaks of blood flowed out of his facial features, and then the skin on his face also began to crack, and the blood spilled out, and the picture looked extremely terrifying. In the cracked blood, you can see flesh and bones, and you can also see faint flames. Blood trickled down his face, on his hands, wet his clothes, wet the hilt of his sword, fell on the stone platform, and continued to burn.

An indescribable scent spread around the mausoleum with his blood, and as the blood burned, the fragrance became intense countless times over, spreading farther and farther until it reached the edge of the prairie.

The most sensitive to this fragrance is naturally the demon beast. The black sea around the mausoleum became violent again, and those demon beasts who were suppressed by the power of the golden-winged roc could not bear the temptation in the blood fragrance that seemed to come from the deepest part of life, and raised their heads to look at the top of the mausoleum, gasping rapidly, making a ho-ho sound, dripping with salivation, and the beast's eyes were crimson, excited and greedy.

The golden-winged Dapeng also smelled this blood fragrance, covering the shadows in the sky, its eyes were like two fluttering divine fires, at this moment, the two divine fires burned violently, and the indifferent divine aura finally had some kind of affection.

That kind of affection is the praise, yearning, longing, and ...... of life Desire.

This is the kind of love that Chen Changsheng is most afraid of, it is the thing he used to be most afraid of, but now he is not afraid, because life and death are on the line, his feet have stepped on the threshold, if he has to burn himself to wake up this soul, why care about those eyes?

The shadow of the golden-winged roc fell on the mausoleum, it spread its wings, and it covered this grassland that does not know how many thousands of miles away, both the sky and the earth became dark, and all the light between the mausoleums was obscured, and it was as dark as the real night that this grassland had never seen, and the ten thousand swords trembled slightly, almost unbearable, and some swords gradually fell like fallen leaves.

An absolutely supreme coercion, mixed with the most **** and true greedy desire, seemed to have become something substantial, and fell on Chen Changsheng in front of the main gate of the mausoleum.

In an instant, the blood flowing from his body congealed, the burning flame was extinguished, and the black hair that was tightly tied behind him scattered, and then began to wither and turn yellow from the end of the hairline, gradually turning to ash and falling in a row.

Wake up.

He thought to himself as he looked at the short sword in his hand.

Wake up.

He said silently to his heart.

What is in the heart? Where is the secluded mansion? On Lingtai Mountain. Chen Changsheng's secluded mansion door has already been opened, and there is not a single fallen leaf on Lingtai Mountain, which is wrapped in the lake that seems to be real and illusory, and the mountain is in the lake.

The lake hanging in the sky was very clear and transparent, with blue flames burning on the surface, and in the deepest part of the lake, the soul of the black dragon was floating quietly. With Chen Changsheng's call, a very slight tremor spread from the secluded mansion to the mountain path of Lingtai Mountain, and then to the lake, the lake began to ripple gently, gently washing the body of the black dragon, like a gentle touch, like her father called her up every morning when he didn't leave home.

The black dragon slowly opened her eyes, a trace of confusion appeared in her vertical pupils, looking at the ice particles in the lake around her, it took a moment to remember what happened before she fell asleep, and then she felt the vibration from the secluded mansion in the depths of the lake, heard Chen Changsheng's voice, and only needed an instant to understand what was happening outside at this time, and even saw the golden-winged Dapeng in the sky.

An aura of indifference emanated from her pupils, it was arrogance and contempt, although she was only a soul at this time, and there was no way to endure the challenge of the Golden-winged Roc to herself, and that pride and contempt turned into violent anger.

A clear and angry dragon roar sounded in the depths of the lake, and did not spread far, causing the lake to keep rolling, and the surface of the lake burned more violently, with a loud bang, the black dragon broke through the lake, left the secluded mansion, flew over the field where the snow had been burned out, and flew along the Zhenyuan River composed of clouds and clear water, flew over the riverbed that was no longer dry, flew over the broken stream and the abyss, and entered his arm with Chen Changsheng's consciousness, and then left into a new world.

The black dragon's soul entered the short sword, for her, it was a completely foreign world, full of golden light, and the most inexplicable thing to her was that in this world she felt two extremely familiar aura. The strength of those two breaths even made her a little uneasy, but she couldn't resist the thoughts, because those two breaths were elders.

No one knew, not even Chen Changsheng himself, how closely connected this short sword was with the Dragon Clan.

In the old temple of Xining Town, Yu Yu gave him this short sword, he has participated in many battles with this short sword, the sharpness of this short sword has brought a lot of shock to the world, but in fact, the real power of this short sword has not been exerted at all.

Because his realm cultivation is too ordinary, there is no way to cultivate the sword intent worthy of this sword, and because after this sword was successfully refined fifteen years ago, he has been in some kind of unwilling love and refuses to wake up.

It was only at this time that the dragon soul entered the short sword and met with the sword intent of the dragon yin sword, and the sword finally woke up.

Really woke up.

Chen Changsheng didn't know what had changed in the short sword, but he knew that the sword had woken up.

The soul of the sword awakens.

He looked up at the golden-winged roc above the mausoleum, his expression was calm, his eyes were bright, and he was full of battle intent. The ten thousand sword around the mausoleum, with his gaze, slowly adjusted the direction and pointed to Dapeng, about to set off.

Go, he said to the dagger in his heart, but he didn't know that these two words were shouted out of his mouth.

"Go ahead!"

He threw the short sword in his hand into the sky!

The short sword turned into a golden light, left the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, and flew towards the golden-winged Dapeng! There was a vibration between heaven and earth, and ten thousand golden lights flashed in front of the mausoleum, and ten thousand swords rang out in unison, making a crisp or hoarse sword sound!

Ten thousand swords whizzed through the air, and went with the short sword!

The yellow paper umbrella shook gently in his left hand, like a cheer and a blessing.

The dagger drew a straight line in the dark sky.

Ten thousand swords followed closely behind it, turning into a thin belt about ten miles long!

Ten thousand swords came high in the sky, and the light that overflowed from the wings of the golden-winged roc fell on them.

Ten Thousand Swords reflected those rays of light, flickering incessantly, as if they were scales.

The Ten Thousand Dao Swords are ten thousand scales, connected together in the sky, and at the very end of them is the short sword.

The dagger exudes unimaginable coercion and light.

Faintly, in that divine light, there seemed to be a golden dragon head.

It was the head of a golden dragon, and its whiskers fluttered and pierced the sky.

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(I don't know when the next chapter will be updated, but there will definitely be, and I will do my best.) ）