One soul, two consciousnesses, this is the method of seizing away, but it has been changed by the master and turned into a special inheritance method.

The Immortal Master, feeling such a strong consciousness of Mu Chen, was secretly surprised in his heart. Within the soul, the consciousness of the underworld master is a mountain of 9,000 zhang, which is incomparably majestic, and the consciousness of wood dust is not to be outdone, it is 3,000 zhang, towering above the clouds. It is impossible to do it, but Mu Chen, it can.

Consciousness is integrated, and the two restrain each other, so as not to devour each other and cause unnecessary trouble.

The master controlled the opening of the memory, and Mu Chen easily received the memory from the depths of the master's mind.

This is the ultimate test and benefit that the master gave to Mu Chen.

At this moment, the wood dust turned into the underworld, the stars shifted, under a strange starry sky, the starlight was silent, shining on the earth, the breeze was blowing, the corners of the clothes were fluttering, and a figure stood in front of the underworld.

It doesn't invite the real face, but it gives people the feeling that it is like a sharp sword, soaring into the sky, as if heaven and earth cannot bear the sword path, and it is extremely bright.

Mu Chen's consciousness?Just one glance, he felt an incomparable tingling, and the figure's lips hummed, as if explaining something, but Mu Chen couldn't hear it, and couldn't read the information.

After a while, the Underworld Master gathered all his defenses and stood ready to resist the attacks of the Merge Period. The figure released nine artistic conceptions, condensing a terrifying sword light.

Boom, straight down. Tearing and pulling, a crack opened between heaven and earth.

The defense in front of the underworld master was completely shattered and turned into nothingness, and it could not play any protective role. The sword entered the body, frantically destroying the vitality of the underworld, and the body, soul, and death crisis lingered.

Severe pain, extreme severe pain, entered Mu Chen's consciousness. Perception, analysis, understanding of this sword, etc., are also accompanied by severe pain into Mu Chen's consciousness.

This is the seventh form of the Heavenly Sword.

Such pain exceeded the limit that Mu Chen could bear, and he wanted to fall into a coma, but in the soul of the underworld, a special substance came out, which merged into Mu Chen's consciousness, making him more awake.

With a stick of incense, the wood dust reached the extreme, and the consciousness was slightly dissipated, and the underworld shook his head slightly, ready to send the wood dust consciousness back. Accepting one percent of the perception is already good. But it's too little for a master.

Xu sensed the disappointment of the Underworld, and the strength of Mu Chen's heart to not admit defeat flickered, gritted his teeth, and recited the mantra that the painter had systematically changed to enhance his consciousness.

For a while, the dissipation of consciousness gradually stabilized, and a new force lingered in Mu Chen's consciousness, and consciousness slowly grew.

One stick of incense, two sticks of incense, three sticks of incense......

Within consciousness, the phantom of a golden seed faintly converged.

Countless information, experiences, and perceptions about the seventh form of the Heavenly Sword were all integrated into Mu Chen's consciousness.

After three hours, Mu Chen's consciousness returned to his soul safely and fell into a coma.

The seventh form of the Heavenly Sword is too burdensome for Mu Chen. This is not the Yuan Infant Realm, or even a sword move that can be touched by the Distraction Realm, but the Immortal Master forcibly carved it into the depths of Mu Chen's consciousness and subtly helped Mu Chen.

The consciousness of the Immortal Master was reversed into the soul of the wood dust, and the information of the seventh form of the Heavenly Sword was transformed into a sword-shaped imprint, echoing the golden seed.

And, carved a pattern, leaving three drops of blood. At the moment of crisis, it can help Mu Chen mobilize the power of the seventh form of the Heavenly Sword to kill strong enemies.

This is the strongest life-saving means given to Mu Chen by the underworld, the peak of distraction? Under this sword, it will also collapse at the touch of a button. On weekdays, you can understand and save your life in critical situations......

This is too much of a gift.

I didn't want that. However, the three drops of blood of the master of the Canghai Academy, the last drop of wood dust remained, and it would inevitably be used in the Mingwu Secret Realm.

Once used, in order to avoid Mu Chen's weakness and being killed, the seventh style of the Heavenly Sword will be seamlessly connected, and it will become Mu Chen's new hole card, back hand.

The master sent Mu Chen back to the dormitory and handed him over to Shui Meng to take care of. Seven days later, I woke up. As if being attacked by the sword, the stinging pain was incomparable, and he snorted and spit out a mouthful of blood.

No matter what they can, they can't alleviate it, they can't get rid of it, so they have to forcibly adapt to it, and let it refine their sword intent, refine their knowledge of the sea, and refine their souls.

"Brother Muchen, you're finally awake. ”

Shui Meng's timely water spirit technique cleans up the dirt for the wood dust and makes it refreshed.

"Well, this time, it's a huge gain. "As soon as the spiritual sense was swept away, all the students in the dormitory were pulled into a shared state, sharing their combat experience and kendo comprehension.

Shui Meng and the others fell into a sense of understanding.

"Mu Chen, rest for a month, the last month before the opening of the Mingwu Secret Realm? ”

Just want to find the Underworld, the voice of the Underworld?

Mu Chen nodded, stepped into the Sun and Moon Cave Heaven, smelled the rich medicinal fragrance, looked at the thriving Cave Heaven, felt comfortable, and met the predecessors of the Dragon Breath Tree Spirit.

"Seniors of the Tree Spirits, please also protect the Dharma for the younger generations, block the heavens and the earth, and avoid the leakage of the breath in the cave sky. ”

"Hmm, is it difficult? Are you going to refine the Demon Sword?"

The dragon's breath tree spirit's eyes lit up, and he asked in surprise, and in an instant, the canopy of the tree spread wildly, and in a short moment, the entire sky of the Sun and Moon Cave was about to be covered.

The roots of the tree, constantly growing, and in an instant, completely covering the ground. The entire Sun and Moon Cave Heaven is completely enveloped, forming a closed space, and there is no light in the sky.

"Although it can't be completely shielded, it can minimize the movement of successful refining. ”

To get the exact answer, Mu Chen took out the Heavenly Dao Crystals and began to quench the materials, and the dark Heavenly Dao Crystals jumped from Mu Chen's fingertips one by one.

In three days, the wood dust was successfully transformed into a thousand black Heavenly Dao crystals. With the Heavenly Dao crystals transformed in advance by the two clones, there are enough ten thousand Dao.

Adjust the state to the best, adjust the drawings and refining process in your mind several times, confirm that it is correct, and finally sacrifice the green ink tripod, inject aura, and ignite the flame.

The refining of the magic weapon demon bow is not difficult. And there is no need to quench impurities, just melt them and cast them into a bow.

With the power of distraction, Mu Chen urged the flame of distraction, and it took twenty-one days to melt and create ten thousand Heavenly Dao crystals to form a pitch-black bow.

The first step is done.

Mu Chen did not dare to be distracted, condensed all things, engraved with special inscriptions on the bow body, a total of ten thousand ways. Each inscription is the work of Fang Wen refiner. If you make a mistake, you will lose all your efforts.

Each time the pen is dropped, the bow body flashes with a pitch-black light, resonating with the inscription.

For three days, Mu Chen did not sleep, and the final stroke fell, and the entire bow shone with a pitch-black luster, turning the entire sun, moon, and cave into black.

The breath of destruction gradually condensed and awakened.

The strongest underworld master in the Spirit Master Academy, which was closest to Mu Chen, faintly sensed a vision, which made his heart palpitate and patiently calculated. Eventually, a smile appeared on his lips, and he didn't care about it.