Once Upon A Time, There Was A Spirit Sword Mountain Chapter 586: : Hong Yan Yi Lao
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After the burning heart of gossip was satisfied, Dixian finally entered the topic.
"I am Xuan Mo, the thirteenth generation of Qianhuamen ... well, I think you probably have n’t heard of this school, because of my sake, Qianhuamen has already perished in my generation. "
Even after ten thousand years, when talking about the demise of the martial arts, Xuan Mo still looks full of self-blame and sorrow.
Wang Lu recalled what he had learned in Teng Yuntang, and he did not remember hearing the name Qianhuamen. However, at this time Wang Wu said: "Qianhuamen? I remember where I actually saw the record about it. Before the end of the Fa era, it was once a top-ranking school that relied on the struggle of several generations of genius to rise rapidly. Known for his versatility. "
"Really, even after ten thousand years, has the name of Qianhuamen still passed down through the age of the last Fa? In this way, I can barely give an explanation to the ancestors." Xuan Moyao He shook his head, "Well, without much gossip, let's start the rewards."
"This rouge tears used to be a peerless fairy sword, known for its light spirit and sharpness. The sword spirit in the boarding house is a swordsman who cultivated for the Mahayana period but unfortunately failed in the robbery, giving the fairy sword incredible. Magical powers. Rouge tears have followed me for many years, and have made countless glorious credits. Unfortunately, seriously, I have never been able to use her well. "
Xuan Mo said, patting the sword body lightly, the color of regret was a little more intense.
"As the head of Qianhuamen, I once studied swordsmanship for a while, and this rouge tear was also transferred to me by him at that time, but I was not a qualified sword repairer. This The thing given to me is really a terrible thing, so I will pass it on to you, I hope you can make her change the light again. "
Wang Lu did not rush to take the rouge tears, but turned his head and looked at Liang Qiu: "What is your opinion? For you, this is an opportunity to reach the sky, but it means to abandon you for up to Thousand years passed. Although Xuan Mo promised to help you absorb rouge tears instead of being absorbed by rouge tears, from now on, you will no longer be the Kunshan sword spirit. "
Liang Qiu said: "With my qualifications, even if I try my best in my lifetime, I can't hope to advance to the Xian Order. I can get such a chance, and Liang Qiu can't do anything."
However, while speaking, the loyal sword spirit could not help but bowed his head.
"Kunshan sword's sword body is dull and clumsy, it really can't follow the owner for a long time."
Wang Lu smiled, what he said ... is it an unforgettable old love? Or does she have other ideas?
But Liang Qiu quickly looked up: "It is indeed a bit reluctant to abandon the boarding place of the past millennium, but for Liang Qiu, being able to continue to follow the master is more important than anything else. One day I will be able to fly through the robbery, I just hope I can witness the moment with my own eyes. "
"Oh, after spending 20 years with you, it was the first time I discovered that you still have good eloquence." Wang Lu sighed and patted Liang Qiu on the shoulder, then said to Xuan Mo.
"Come on, please."
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The fusion of Liang Qiu and Rouge Tears is handled by Xuan Mo.
For an ancient immortal, this kind of reconstruction project that almost reshapes Xianbao is not easy.
It is not difficult to separate Liang Qiu from the Kunshan sword. Without Liang Qiu ’s resistance, Xuan Mo completely cut off the connection between the sword spirit and the sword body with a wave of his hand. Injuries.
This hand alone can't help but sigh with the clever means of the ancient Dixian. At least in today's Wanxian League, no master refining master dare to boast that he can do this with ease.
But for Xuan Mo, this is just the beginning.
Introducing Liang Qiu into the rouge tears, and maintaining her ingenuity in the new sword body, the sword heart is not damaged, this is the real difficulty. Liang Qiu's talent as a sword spirit is excellent, but in essence, it is only the sword spirit of the spirit treasure, and she is too weak to put it on the level of the fairy magic weapon. The rouge tears look petite and exquisite, but for Liang Qiu, they are vast, without the protection of mysterious ink. In a flash, she will be wiped out with wisdom and become assimilated by the sword body.
If you want to grow into a true sword spirit, you must accumulate hundreds of thousands of years of gentle cultivation and practice, and after the sword spirit grows, it will no longer be the original Liang Qiu, more like her daughter.
How can we let the weak Liang Qiu occupy the powerful rouge tears smoothly? This is currently unacceptable in principle in mainland Kyushu, let alone practice. Nowadays, there are a lot of immortal magic weapons circulated in all major schools, but there is also a considerable part of them. The remains of the immortal treasures unearthed from the relics of the previous generation. If you can master the technology of sword spirit transfer and fusion, it means that there are at least dozens of Xianbao repairs on the mainland of Kyushu.
So Wang Lu and Wang Wu insisted on watching the whole process, hoping to learn enough things from them, even if they did n’t have access to them, it would be cost-effective to teach them to those who need them. At least Wang Lu is very clear that among the Shengjing Immortal Gate, there are at least more than ten broken Xianbao that need to be repaired.
Xuan Mo did not reject the request for bystanders, just laughed: "This skill is not terribly terrible, but ... probably not much use for you."
After that, she covered her hands with rouge tears, and her fingertips burst outwards with a wave of ripples, stirring each other, making the rouge tears shake.
Wang Lu narrowed his eyes to make his eyes more concentrated ... After a while, his mind was completely immersed in the changes of the ripples, and suddenly time passed.
The ripple shock reminded him of something vaguely, and it seemed that he had seen a similar technique a long time ago. The power is great, but the cost is equally great. With Wang Lu's memory and Jin Dan's true metaphysical attainments, all the details that have happened in the past thirty years of life can actually be called at will. But at this time, he used all his heart to realize the ripples, but he had no time to care.
I do n’t know how long it took, the ripples gradually stopped, and Wang Lu also recovered, just raised his head, and the silver thread that hit his eyes made him feel shocked.
A moment ago, he saw a beautiful woman who looked like a bi-year-old. Now the woman's face is still the same, but her hair is full of silver, and her deep eyes can't restrain the vicissitudes.
"Millennium ripple?"
At the same time, Wang Lu also remembered the true face of ripples ... When he went to the Yuntai to fight against the Beast Sect, Yuntai Fairy used this trick to let him directly promote to Xudan, and then only With the capital of fighting frontal wars with the Beast Sect.
Overnight, Wang Lu was promoted to Xu Dan, which is almost a miracle in today's system of repairing immortals. Therefore, the fairy of Yuntai also paid the price of Xiang Xiao Yu. Now that the ripples of time are reappearing, the ancient earth immortal has forcibly pushed Liang Qiu and rouge tears into the millennium for a thousand years. What terrible price should be paid? !
No wonder she said it did n’t make sense even if she learned it. In today's mainland of Kyushu, who can have such a strong capital to squander? Even if it does exist, it is not worth the effort to repair a fairy.
No matter how strong Xianbao is, people need to use it.
After a thousand years of ripples, Xuan Mo put down rouge tears, and said with some fatigue: "It has already been done. Then let her adapt to another three or five days. You can use it to initiate the sacrifice and you can use it freely."
"Let's take it." Wang Lu arched his hand and said seriously.
“No need to say, it ’s my responsibility to say love. My life should have disappeared as soon as the tomb of Qunxian tomb was built. You open the tomb of Qunxian to inspire change and bring me back to life, I personally removed my heart and demons, and let me find my mind ... I paid these small prices, and it was already a huge advantage. "
Speaking of this, Suddenly Wang Wu said: "This rouge tears, will there be any side effects?"
"Side effects?" Xuan Mo asked.
Wang Wu said: "The aura of heaven and earth and even the change of the law of the avenue. In the age of the last law, many monks who stood on the peak of the fairy road fell overnight because of the inability to adapt to the environmental changes. Many exercises can no longer be practiced, many High-level magic weapons have also lost their magical power. And you are undoubtedly a monk before the end of the last Dharma era. Will the magic weapons restored by your power be rejected by the world today? "
Xuan Mo smelled slightly surprised, seeming to be surprised by Wang Wu's statement, but soon she shook her head and smiled: "Don't worry, there will be no side effects ... If not, this group of fairy tombs is also built Before the end of the Dharma era, the various technologies used were at the peak of the time. If the Dharma era transforms the entire Tiandi Avenue as you said, I am afraid that the group of tombs of the Immortals will not be able to open and run. "
"So, did the end of the French era not transform Tiandi Avenue?"
Xuan Mo said: "I did n’t experience the so-called Era of Dharma, but if I really shake the whole world, the group of tombs of the Immortals cannot be unaffected. So, at least you can also understand that Existence, able to adapt to the new era of heaven and earth Avenue. "
"It makes sense to say so." Wang Wu nodded, "I'm fine."
Xuan Mo said: "I have a problem, how do you understand the end of the Fa era?"
"A helpless natural disaster, at least the current classics are so recorded."
"Natural disaster ... It's true." Xuan Mo sighed. "How much do you already know about the fairy tombs? Brother Ming told you about the origin of this fairy tomb?"
Wang Lu said: "I didn't elaborate, I only knew that the Tomb of the Immortals was to fight against extremely powerful opponents."
"Extremely powerful opponent, so in your opinion, what kind of powerful opponent is worthy of us to build such a group of fairy tombs?"
This question is actually one of Wang Lu's key issues for many days.
The power of the ancient Dixian is evident from the strength of the goalkeeper Zhong Shengming. Even in the glorious years before the end of the last French era, such a group of people is definitely standing on the pinnacle of the world.
But the enemies they need to face make them have to choose to lie dormant and choose to pin their hopes on future generations. What kind of enemy is worthy of a group of proud earth immortals so complacent?
When Lu Xun's tomb was just opened, Wang Lu once guessed that it was the Demon Race, but now that he has seen the tragic situation of the Devil Realm himself, Wang Lu has long denied this possibility. With today's vision, it seems that there is only one possibility.
"Is it a fallen fairy?"