C330 Spirit

Feng Zhi was currently focusing all of her attention on the sword in his hand, so he did not have time to explain to the others.

It was unknown if it was because of Feng Zhi's previous howl that she sensed danger from Feng Zhi's body, but the sword did not futilely release those disturbing whimpering sounds, and was only aimed at Feng Zhi herself. Not only did the blade of the sword begin to tremble slightly, even the fiercer wails and howls were all sent flying towards Feng Zhi.

If it was a normal person, they would have already started to have illusions and wonder where they were.

However, why would Feng Zhi care about that?

The strength behind her grip on her sword tightened. Her originally relaxed fingers slowly tightened, and the movements of her gradually tightening fingers were extremely slow. It was as if her fingers had somehow shattered something.

When her five fingers had fully grasped the blade, the trembling on the blade also stopped.

But, the spirit bodies on the sword were still unwilling, the howls of the ghosts did not stop as they rushed towards Feng Zhi.

Although Feng Zhi was not afraid of the voices, but hearing them she did not make people happy. She then pulled out her sword and flicked her finger on the bright sword.

Ding...

With this swing, a light hum came from the sword.

Then, looking at the reflection of the sword's body, her seemingly cold eyes, Feng Zhi coldly said: "You better stay quiet, it isn't easy for you to remain in this world, do you believe that I can casually make you disappear forever from this world?"

The disturbing voices immediately stopped.

Perhaps it was disbelief, but the sword that had been silent shook once again.

"You don't believe me?" Feng Zhi sneered, "Since you're asking for trouble, then I don't mind letting you have a taste of my Pill Fire for yourself …"

As the sound of his voice faded, a small cluster of weak looking small flames sprung out of Feng Zhi's fingertip.

However, the moment that flame appeared, the sword in her hand let out a truly mournful cry that was completely different from before, as if it was …

Fear!

Yes, it was fear.

The others couldn't help but look at the cluster of flame in Feng Zhi's hand with curiosity.

They did not understand. It was clearly just a cluster of seemingly ordinary flames, so how could it cause this sword to emit such a terrifying sound?

Feng Zhi only smiled, and did not explain.

In fact, even if she explained, they wouldn't understand.

Regardless of whether it was a ghost cultivator or the spirit body of the sword, they were both extremely yin. Since they were extremely yin, of course they were afraid of something extremely yang.

The flame in Feng Zhi's hand might seem small, but it was formed after she had reached the Core Formation stage. If not for her extremely strong control over the pill, which allowed her to lock the temperature of the fire at a very small radius, everyone would probably have already retreated far away due to the intense heat of the pill fire.

If it was a ghost cultivator with extraordinary strength, he might not be too afraid of Feng Zhi's Pill Fire, but this sword was only a spirit body that relied on instinct, and did not even know how to cultivate. In other words, this was a ghost without any abilities, it would be weird if it was not afraid of this Pill Fire.

After putting away the Pill Fire, Feng Zhi said again, "Then, now you know how powerful it is, right?"

The sword hummed again, as if it was giving an affirmative answer.

Feng Zhi chuckled.

This sword was Mo Li's, and she had only wanted to see it in the first place. She did not have any thoughts of seizing it for herself, or to destroy it, so the Pill Fire had only wanted to scare the spirit body on the sword, so why would it actually touch him?

After taking care of the spirit bodies on the sword, Feng Zhi grabbed the sword hilt and lightly pulled it out.

The snow-white body of the sword was slowly exposed under everyone's gaze.

It could be seen that Mo Jun had indeed spent a lot of time and effort to refine this sword. The raw material of this sword was the extremely rare Fiery Meteor Iron, before it was refined, it was a fiery-red color, and after it had been melted, it would turn into the silver of the universe. If Mo Jun had enough Fiery Meteor Iron to make this sword, then this sword would definitely be extremely tough.

Feng Zhi imbued some of her own Qi into the sword blade.

In an instant, the sword began to emit a hazy white light. She gently waved it forward, and a stream of sword Qi shot out from the sword, leaving behind a nearly half foot deep sword mark on the Green Abyssal Rock in front of her.

"Good sword!"

The others' eyes lit up.

Feng Zhi gently pushed forward, the sword in her hand returned to its scabbard, causing everyone to feel as if everything in front of them had dimmed down a little.

"The sword is indeed a good sword, but unfortunately …" Feng Zhi handed the sword back to Mo Li.

Mo Li took the sword and held it in her arms again. Ever since Mo Jun died, this sword had never left her body, except just now.

She had a feeling that as long as she held the sword in her hand, it would be as if her father was still by her side.

And seeing the interaction between Feng Zhi and the sword, the thought that she had from the start, could no longer be wiped away.

So, Father, is he really still in this sword?

When he heard Feng Zhi's "pity", he subconsciously asked again, "What does Miss Feng Zhi mean by a pity?"

Before this, Mo Yu had always thought that this was the best sword that his father Mo Jun.

Even though my father is dead now.

As a result, she found it especially intolerable for others to say that this sword was flawed.

Feng Zhi looked at the sword, "Using materials is enough, the person who refined the sword is also very skilled, but the craftsmanship is just too much, to jump out of the bounds of the sword, in the end, the power is still lacking. Also, the person who refined the sword in the later stages did not have good craftsmanship."

Mo Li was stunned.

As for the first few, her current level wasn't high enough to determine whether they were real or fake.

However, she had no choice but to admit this last rule.

Mo Jun. With the Buried Sword, no one else would be able to deal with the final issue. At that time, Mo Li, who was only 12 years old, had no other choice but to rush the ducks to the shelf.

Fortunately, ever since she could speak, she had always been taught by Mo Jun about smithing. Furthermore, ever since she could use the hammer, she had always been by Mo Jun's side to learn.

If not, it would be hard to say whether this sword that took Mo Jun.

Thank you, Miss Feng Zhi, for your guidance. Mo Li nodded towards Feng Zhi.

Although there were no rumors saying that Feng Zhi knew how to refine artifacts, but looking at Feng Zhi's appearance, she was clearly an expert in this field.

Feng Zhi laughed lightly, and then prepared to call everyone back.