Fantasy Simulator Chapter 125: Sword Spirit (No. 3

"No need."

Song Qi shook his head, and said, "It's just an accident."

"Go on."

He looked at Chen Heng and said so.

On the monk’s path, nothing has happened smoothly.

Which real-life monk's rise did not go through hardships and obstacles, but there are all kinds of dangers?

On the road of practice, how many people fight for a little bit of spiritual stone, fight for a little thing, and fight for a little, almost all their lives?

Compared with these, what they have encountered at this moment is nothing at all.

Don't say that the danger hasn't appeared yet, even if the danger has already appeared, he won't frown.

Furthermore, the ruins they are facing at the moment, the things they possess, are much more precious than ordinary spiritual things.

Only the spirit grass they had just harvested, if they were put outside, it would be enough to stir up a **** storm and cause many people to break their heads.

In this place, these things are still nothing, far from big heads.

Under this rare opportunity, if he retreats and leaves, Song Qi himself can't forgive himself.

Furthermore, judging from the situation in the previous life, there is no major danger in this place.

At least in his previous life, he hadn't heard of it.

"Good."

Listening to Song Qi's reply, Chen Heng also nodded without comment.

He didn't know what Song Qi knew, or he was reluctant to leave this ruin.

But no matter which one, he is not going to say anything.

After making a decision, they move on.

Slowly, they walked to an empty place.

In the front, a long sword is placed there.

This place looks extremely old and shabby after countless years, but this place is an exception right now.

The long sword has no traces of time, but it still looks extraordinarily bright, reflecting a faint light in front of Chen Heng's eyes, making it extraordinarily extraordinary.

At a glance, you can know that these are rare weapons.

"They are all made of fine gold."

Chen Heng probably took a look, and then this thought flashed through his mind.

Fine gold, this is the name of a unique material in this world, and it is a good short-term material.

A weapon forged with fine gold will be extremely sharp, and it is a weapon that warriors desire.

This thing is very valuable. It is hard to see outside in normal times, but it seems to be everywhere in this place, and it is not worth any money at all.

So that Chen Heng was dazzled.

I just don't know why. After coming to this place, his previous feeling of being prying at has increased again.

It seems that in the dark, there is something invisible and intangible, peeping at him secretly.

Standing on the spot, feeling this feeling, Chen Heng turned and looked at Song Qi aside.

At this moment, Song Qi was standing in front of the weapon rack, looking at a golden sword seriously, seeing that he was very dedicated and serious, and didn't mean to perceive it at all.

Looking at him, Chen Heng shook his head secretly, just about to remind him.

No matter what, he and the other party are all the same at this moment, and the two share common interests to some extent.

Under this premise, he is also willing to remind the other party, lest the other party suffer a big loss.

He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but he was taken aback for a moment and felt unusual.

An inexplicable feeling emerged from my heart.

Standing on the spot, Chen Heng turned around, subconsciously looking not far away.

There, a silver long sword is hanging there.

Compared with the other weapons around, this silver long sword looked very inconspicuous, and it didn't look special, even with some dust, and it looked a little shabby.

Compared with those weapons made of fine gold, it looks very simple and inadequate.

Only at this moment, Chen Heng was attracted by this long sword.

I don't know why, he always feels that there seems to be something special on this long sword, which makes him look at this long sword uncontrollably.

When he stared at this long sword, the feeling of being peeped before was also deepening, which made Chen Heng's heart move.

Feeling this feeling, he frowned secretly, then stepped forward, slowly walking to the long sword.

Standing in front of the long sword, he hesitated for a moment, then reached out his hand and slowly took hold of the silver long sword.

A sensation like electrical stimulation surges from the palm of the hand.

When Chen Heng held this long sword, he clearly felt that a warm current emerged in his body, followed by a huge message, ancient knowledge.

In a trance, he seemed to see countless long swords brandishing, and the scene of slashing them all appeared, like a natural disaster.

The sky is dim, the earth bounces to pieces, and even the mountain peaks are cut off and gradually fall.

A silver-white long sword rippling everywhere, connecting everything.

"This is!"

In the next moment, Chen Heng regained consciousness abruptly and barely reacted.

"Don't be nervous." A voice suddenly sounded, coming out of Chen Heng's mind.

Chen Heng's body suddenly stiffened.

A huge power is emerging.

At this moment, he clearly felt that in the silver long sword in his hand, there was a huge consciousness awakening, and it seemed to be connecting with his spirit and talking with him.

"Who are you?"

Feeling this feeling, Chen Heng calmed down quickly and meditated in his heart.

He is a traverser after all, and he has seen a lot in his previous life, and his acceptance of this kind of scene is much stronger than that of the normal natives in this world.

"It can stabilize so quickly, not bad."

In my head, the voice continued, with some appreciation in it.

"As you can see, I am the sword spirit of this sword, and also the last owner of this sword."

"Sword Spirit?"

Chen Heng frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Everything in this world, mountains, rivers and trees, everything is alive."

In my mind, the voice claiming to be the sword spirit continued to sound: "And as long as the spirituality is sufficient, the self-spirit can be awakened."

"The spirit of the sword is naturally the spirit of the sword..."

"Sword Spirit..."

Chen Heng understood the meaning.

According to this so-called sword spirit, the so-called sword spirit is that the sword itself has awakened its self-consciousness, so it is called the sword spirit.

This is fresh.

Although I have simulated several times, I have seen many alien races other than human beings~IndoMTL.com~ But it is the first time that Chen Heng has seen it like a sword into a spirit.

It's really long-sighted.

"As a sword spirit, why is it the last owner of this sword."

Chen Heng frowned and continued to speak.

"This is a long story."

The existence of the self-proclaimed sword spirit sighed, and then said: "I was not a sword spirit at first, but I died in the end, so I had to turn myself into a sword spirit."

"If I say this, do you understand?"

"Can it still be like this?"

Chen Heng was a little surprised, but he didn't care about this question either.

At this moment, he is only concerned about one problem.

"What do you want to do?"

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