BSI Chapter 66
Chapter 66
Wang Zhen lowered his head, his gray hair was disheveled to cover his expression, and there was a desperate roar like a trapped animal from his throat, and all the disciples present turned their heads and couldn't bear to look any longer.
After a while, Wang Zhen swallowed the blood choked in his throat, stood up on the ground, swayed, his eyes were red, as if he was about to cry blood and tears at any time, he cupped his hands in front of Qing Su, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry , the old man has lost his composure," then looked at Qingwei, "Then your lord is ready to fight."
Qingwei's fingers trembled slightly, but her face was as calm as before, she nodded and said: "I will wait for you."
Wang Zhen snorted coldly, flung his sleeves and left. It was just the time when the sun was setting. He was clearly a burly cultivator, but his back made people feel a little stooped for some reason.
With a blank face, he looked away from Wang Zhen, Qing Su turned to Qing Wei, "I don't know why senior brother is looking for me?"
Swiping the disciples back in the hall, Qing smiled wryly, picked up the celadon teapot that hadn't been touched since it was brewed, poured two cups of tea, and placed one cup on the opposite side of the tea table, and waved at Qingsu, "Junior brother, please sit down, let's go slowly." Slow down."
"I originally wanted to ask you to help find Miss Wang, but now there is no need." Qing Wei said lightly, but her brows never relaxed, and she sighed, "Wang Zhen must know that there is something wrong with Miss Wang's death." Hidden feelings, but no matter what, our sect and Tian Qingzong have formed an enmity, I'm afraid Wang Zhen will never die."
"Although the overall strength of the Tianqing Sect is not as good as that of the Qingling Immortal Sect, with its prestige and cultivation resources in the cultivation world, there are many small sects attached to it. The elders don't care about worldly matters, and they don't know where the hidden world has gone. If the two sects compete, although the Qingling Immortal Sect will not be defeated, it will definitely lose its vitality. In this case, countless people will be watching Those who want to take the opportunity to snatch the fat of the Qingling Immortal Sect."
Speaking of this, Qing Wei frowned tightly, and kept rubbing the edge of the teacup with her fingers, and the tea in the cup made anxious ripples with his movements.
"Don't worry, Wang Zhen doesn't dare to fight." Qing Su's voice was cold, not to mention that Wang Zhen's primordial spirit was damaged just now, and it would take a few years to recover, even the current civil strife in Tianqingzong made him unable to escape.
"I hope that's the case." Qing Wei sighed, "Then according to Junior Brother, this Dao Discussion Conference..."
Qingsu had already stood up and walked a few steps outside, heard Qingwei's question, and replied coldly, "Continue."
After pondering for a while, Qing nodded slightly in response, "What Junior Brother said is absolutely true." Although Tian Qingzong withdrew from the Dao Discussion Conference, there are still many sects and casual cultivators here. If Zong's reputation is damaged, it is better to continue.Immediately, Qingwei turned his mind, and stopped stroking his beard. According to Qingsu's usual personality, he would definitely not answer the question he asked just now.
But Qingwei quickly figured it out, threw away a small handful of beards that she had accidentally torn off, got up and chased after a few steps, and said to Qingsu who was about to leave Tingyun Peak: "Don't worry, junior brother, the double cultivation ceremony is set." It will be held as scheduled." Seeing the other party's footsteps paused, he couldn't help shaking his head, it seemed that even a cold person like Junior Brother couldn't escape this kind of affection.
As Qing Su said, since Wang Zhen withdrew from the Qingling Immortal Sect with the disciples of the Tianqing Sect, there has been no news.
Since the murderer was not found, the defense of Qingling Xianzong was much tighter. As the Dao Discussion Conference was held as scheduled, Wang Qingyue's death soon faded away.
In the sword hut, Qin Si finally took out the sword after ninety-nine and eighty-one days of tempering with the fire of Wuhua. After tempering, the silver-gray color on the sword body has receded, and the whole body presents a beautiful and cold frost color.
Although it has not yet been sharpened, but with the gleaming cold light, no one can doubt the sharpness of this sword. If it is fully made, the grade will definitely not be lower than a high-grade spiritual weapon.
In today's cultivation world where weapon cultivation is on the decline, it is the dream of many cultivators to obtain a spiritual weapon as a talisman.
However, this sword gave Qin Si a strange sense of disobedience.
After turning it over and over several times, Qin Si hugged the sword and sat down against the sword forging platform. His fingers lightly ran across the smooth blade, frowning, and his slightly puzzled expression was reflected on the clear sword surface. .
Qin Si recalled the refining process several times in his memory, but he couldn't find the weirdness... What is missing?
After a while, Qin Si's expression changed, and he summoned Ling Xiaojian.
Ling Xiao's three-foot blade is like frost, and the cold light is a little panic-this is Daoxiu's evaluation of Ling Xiaojian, as if feeling Qin Si's gaze, Ling Xiaojian made a clear buzzing sound, quite intimately Qin Si moved his hand.
Taking the Ling Xiao Sword back to his dantian, Qin Si frowned, and the corners of his lips curled up in a good mood - he knew what the sword lacked.
In ancient times, when weapon repair was at its peak, there were powerful weapon repairers who asserted that if there was no weapon spirit, it would be a treasure made of things in the fairy world, and it would be just a dead thing, no matter how high it was, it would not be as high as the spirit tool; Conversely, if there is a spirit, all iron vulgar stones can also be called fairy artifacts.
Since the decline of weapon repair, in the past thousand years, only the Ling Xiao Sword has been released, so the evaluation of Ling Xiao Sword by Ji Yuan at that time was wrong.The Ling Xiao Sword is not a quasi-celestial weapon, but a real fairy weapon that has been baptized by heavenly thunder.
Today's magical weapons in Xiujie are divided into five grades, magic weapon, treasure weapon, spiritual weapon, immortal weapon, and divine weapon.Magical artifacts, treasure artifacts, spiritual artifacts, and fairy artifacts are all divided into upper, middle, and lower grades, and artifacts are not divided into ranks.
Leaving aside the most common magical weapons and treasures, spirit weapons can initially feel a little bit of a cultivator's feeling. Although there is no magic weapon, it is also something that countless practitioners flock to.
Among them, the magic weapon that has produced spiritual consciousness by itself after thousands of years is called a divine weapon by later generations, and more of the magic weapon that produces spiritual consciousness when it is cast is called a fairy weapon. Fundamentally speaking, the two systems Different, immortal artifacts and divine artifacts cannot be judged as strong or weak.
There are five steps in sword casting, melting, molding, forging, tempering, and sharpening, and this sword, the sword in Qin Si's hand, is only one step away from being officially released.
After a while, Qin Si finally found out how to refine the weapon spirit from the memory of Chi Yun's life, so he stood up slowly with the strength of the sword in his hand touching the ground, and put the sword in his hand on the sword forging platform .
It's fine if he didn't know before, but now that he knows what's wrong, he must do his best.
Looking at the sword in front of him, Qin Si looked solemn, and then moved his fingers quickly, and countless formulas merged into the sword.With more and more spells, the originally frost-colored sword blade gradually emitted a little bit of blue-purple light.
After the [-] Dao Jue, Qin Si's complexion turned pale due to the excessive loss of true energy, but before he stopped his movements, his consciousness sank, and the Nascent Soul in his dantian suddenly opened those dark purple eyes, and looked down. In an instant, a smaller Qin Si came out of his body.
——The Nascent Soul is out of the body.
This is the first time Qin Si used Yuanying to go out for activities, except for the difference in vision due to the size of the body, there is no difference in other aspects.Biting the tip of his tongue, while the power of the formula on the sword had not dissipated, Qin Si sprayed a mouthful of blood on the blade.
All of a sudden, the sword buzzed, and the blue light of the sword penetrated the valley where the sword hut was located, illuminating the entire sky. Since Qin Si entered the sword mound, the flying swords, the spiritual weapons, had never stopped ringing, and stopped instantly. Down, trembling.
The spirit of the weapon has been completed, and the name of the sword will never be restored.
At the same time, when the Nascent Soul returned to the body, Qin Si's face was pale, and he spit out another mouthful of blood. He looked up at the robbery clouds gathered in the sky, and without wiping the blood from his lips, he stuffed a few pills into his mouth , and quickly typed out the last few formulas.
After the last tactic fell, Qin Si quickly retreated outside the sword hut, quietly staring at the long sword standing in mid-air, with a somewhat inexplicable look on his face.
Sensing the strange movement in the sword hut, Qingsu opened his eyes quickly, stood up and disappeared in place.
A vision from the sky, there must be a treasure out.For a moment, Xiujie shook.
Looking at the direction of the light, Qing Wei stroked her beard, her jaw hurt, and she pulled down a few more beards.
Wang Zhenruo, who was imprisoned in Tianqingzong by the sect elders in a disguised form, opened his eyes and saw the vision from Qingling Xianzong, his throat sweetened.
Cheng Yuan, who was far away in Qingmo Palace, narrowed his eyes lazily, waved to the few remaining subordinates who were kneeling, and snorted coldly in the direction of Qingling Xianzong.
Within a few moments, Qingsu rushed to Qin Si's side.
Sensing the arrival of Qing Su, Qin Si naturally wiped the blood off the corners of his lips, and then smiled at him, "Master." He squinted at the sword that was bathing in the thunderstorm excitedly, and teased: " Master, who do you think is better in craftsmanship, me or yours?"
Staring at Qin Si's pale lips, Qingsu's eyes trembled, "You're hurt."
The familiar breath made Qin Si suddenly relax, and the pain that he had tried his best to restrain just now swept over. After a little inspection, the Nascent Soul, which was about to be promoted to the middle stage, was doubled in size again. , that white hair seems to have lost its luster.
Qin Si leaned slightly and put all his weight on Qingsu, "Don't move, let me lean on."
Clearly feeling the other party's heartbeat that was too violent for a cultivator, Qin Si squinted his eyes halfway, gave a low laugh, and stopped talking.
Qingsu sighed softly, wrapped his arms around Qin Si, stretched out his hand against the back of his heart, and used his true energy to sort out his somewhat disordered meridians, but the more he sorted out the chill on his body, the worse Qin Si's current condition was. Ordinary Nascent Soul is damaged.
The Nascent Soul is not only the core of the cultivator's true essence, but also the soul of a cultivator. As long as the Nascent Soul is not destroyed, the cultivator is equivalent to eternal life.But in contrast, Nascent Soul is also the most vulnerable place for cultivators.
And Qin Si didn't know what he did, his Nascent Soul was already weak to the limit at this moment, if he didn't recuperate in time, at least he would not be able to save his cultivation in this life, at worst, his Nascent Soul would disappear and become a mortal with no possibility of cultivation.
Thinking of this, Qingsu's expression straightened, and he wanted to take Qin Si away.
"boom--"
At this moment, the No. 40 Nine Tribulation Thunders fell, and the frost-colored long sword shook its body, let out a clear whistle, and then turned into a blue light, flying towards the two masters and apprentices.
Qin Si opened his eyes, got out of Qing Su's embrace, stretched out his hand, and the sword fell obediently into his hand as if he felt it.The blade of the sword is cool and not piercing, with a faint light blue light, after a while, the blue light dissipates, revealing a beautiful frost-colored sword body, with two small characters engraved on the hilt - no cover.
"This sword is called Bufu." Qin Si caressed the two characters with his fingers, held the sword up with both hands, and handed it to Qingsu, "Master, I give it to you."