Chapter 1791

Qingshanyuan, a small courtyard.

Song Yan sat under a green tree with a simple black sword in his hand.

The sword is very sharp and can easily pierce Xuanxian's body. However, the sword spirit in the sword falls into a deep sleep. If he does not wake up the sword spirit in the sword, he may not even be able to activate half the power of this ancestral immortal tool.

However, if you want to awaken the spirit of the sword, you must first refine the sword.

Heart read a move, song inkstone began to inject Xianyuan force into the sword.

But after a while, he took back Xianyuan power, because he felt that the refining of this ancient yuan sword was too slow. Even if he used Xianyuan power to refine day and night, it would take hundreds of years.

Even if you enter the temple and open it thousands of times, it will take months.

Months may not be long, but song Yan did not have that patience, so the power of the rules in his hands poured out and began to pour into the sword.

"Bang!"

But as soon as the power of law was injected, it was bounced back by the ancient yuan sword.

"What's the matter? Is the power of the law not in accordance? "

So song Yan changed the rules of other attributes, but they were all bounced back by Yuan ancient sword.

"Oh! Do you have a personality? I'm going to waste it with you today! "

When his mind moved, song Yan mobilized chaos spirit to inject into the sword. This time, it was extremely smooth and extremely smooth. Only half a quarter of an hour later, he tempered the sword with chaos spirit. For a while, he felt a little more in touch with the sword and a little more in hand.

Moreover, the sword also absorbed some of his chaotic aura, resulting in some special changes. The body of the sword, which is not brilliant at all, looks more simple, just like a rotten iron sword.

At the same time, song Yan also found the Jianling space in the sword.

All of a sudden, a sharp sword light, like lightning, chopped at Song Yan's idea.

"Eh!"

Song Yan had some accidents. Didn't he say that the sword spirit of the sword was sleeping? How could he attack him?

With doubts in his heart, song Yan moved to the sword spirit space, and then cut out a sword.

"Bang!"

Two sword lights collide in the void. The sword light cut by song Yan easily defeats the sword light attacking him. With a childish "ouch" sound, a small thing is hit and flies.

Body shape a flash, probe hand to grab out, a flesh whirring little girl fell into song inkstone hand.

"Let go of me! Let go of me! "

The little girl struggled in his hands, but she could not escape no matter how she struggled.

"Are you the sword spirit? Why so weak? "

Song Yan looked at the little girl strangely, just like she was two or three years old. As for the strength, it's at most equivalent to the later stage of human immortality. It's impossible to be the later stage of human immortality even if the spirit of a ancestral immortal is weak.

"Villain, let me go, or I will cry for you!"

The little girl threatened.

"Pa!"

Song Yan played her a brain crack in a funny way and smiled: "then try crying. How can you be a sword spirit so weak? If you dare to cry, I will kill you and make a sword spirit again!"

The little girl's sword spirit showed the color of fear: "no! Don't kill people! People are only born. They will become strong after a while! "

"Just born?"

Song Yan's expression is more strange, pretending to be cruel: "answer my words honestly, I will let you go, otherwise, I will kill you!"

"Wuwuwu, you bully the doll, you are a bad guy, a bad guy!"

"Don't cry! If you look again, you will be destroyed! "

Song Yan threatened, as for whether there would be suspicion of bullying children, can Jianling be a man?

The little girl did not dare to cry again. She looked at Song Yan pitifully.

"I ask you, how long have you been born?" Song Yan asked.

"It should be just now!" The little girl said.

In his mind, song Yan remembers that when he used chaos spirit to refine this sword, he was absorbed part of chaos spirit. Would that part of chaos Spirit lead to the birth of this little girl?

After all, chaos Reiki is the most powerful Reiki in the world, and it's reasonable to have some special powers.

Thinking of this, song Yan put a trace of chaotic aura into the little girl's body. Sure enough, the little girl absorbed his chaotic aura into the past. There was no sense of disobedience at all.

"Dad! Dad, will you let go of the doll? "

The little girl suddenly shouted at Song Yan.

Smell speech, song Yan body shape a while stagger, almost fall, stare at the little girl way: "why do you want to call my father?"

The little girl took it for granted: "because it was the gas my father put in that made the baby come into being!"

Listening to the little girl, song Yan has been sure that the chaos spirit led to the birth of each other.

Suddenly song Yan thought of something and asked again, "what was your previous state?"

"Before, people seemed to be confused and didn't know anything!" The little girl said very seriously."And how did you come?"

"Of course my mother made me!"

"And who is your mother?"

"Mom is mom!"

"Then can you take me to your mother?"

"Well, Dad, let me go first!"

Song Yan let go of the little girl, and then the little girl flew in the same direction. Song Yan's body shape moved, and he followed.

Before long, the little girl with song inkstone came to a place full of cold. The sky was full of ice and snow.

The little girl continued to fly forward, and finally came to the end of the ice and snow world, where stood an ice sculpture. The little girl pointed to the ice sculpture and said: "Dad, this is mom!"

"Is this the spirit of the sword before Yuangu sword?"

Song Yan stares at the ice sculpture and looks at it. Without any breath leaking, the ice sculpture looks like a dead object without life. Moreover, by virtue of its outline, it can be roughly judged that the ice sculpture is a woman.

A little hesitation, song Yan raised his hand, and added a sword Qi between his fingers, and then made a stroke towards the ice sculpture.

"Wow!"

All of a sudden, the ice on the surface of the ice sculpture was cut off by his sword Qi, and an ice sculpture of a woman as beautiful as a dream appeared in the sight of song inkstone.

"Mom! Wow, look at Dad, mom is so beautiful! "

The little girl clapped her hands and cried happily.

Song Yan frowned a little and looked at the ice sculpture for a while. The woman looked 17 or 18 years old, but there was a light sadness between her eyebrows. There was a feeling of death.

He also found that the ice sculpture, the sword spirit, should be self sealed, and her breath is extremely weak. If he didn't choose the ancient yuan sword, I'm afraid that in a few years at most, the sword spirit will be completely destroyed.

He thought of Yunbo's words, condensed a sense of breaking Heaven Sword, and then entered the ice sculpture.

No response!

So song inkstone gathered more sword meaning to enter it.

But there was no reaction.

Finally, he tried to break into some of the immortal force.

Ice sculpture still has no response!

"It seems that the other side is determined to die. It seems that this beautiful swordsman is loyal to her former master! However, if you want to die, I don't want you to die! "

Because if the spirit of the sword dies, this ancient sword will be almost useless.

[author's digression]: after the update of sanguine, thank you [hechaozxc] and [imp] for your great reward