Chapter 83 The Blade of Tianyuan
As soon as he finished speaking, huge energy suddenly emerged from Yao Chen's body. He wanted to burn the power of his soul and separate the strange stone from Qing'er at all costs.
"Teacher, no!"
Hun Qing, who was already drowsy, felt the familiar soul fluctuations, and was suddenly shocked. When he opened his eyes, he saw Yao Chen burning the soul power, so he shouted anxiously.
Although Hun Qing's good face was bloodless and his voice was a little weak, his eyes were piercing, "I can see the things inside the stone. The resonance between blood cannot be faked. Teacher, please let me try again." Try it! ”
She didn't want to see the teacher burning the power of his soul, and just now, when she was unconscious, she saw a vague outline in the purple crystal. It was shaped like a sword, but shorter than an ordinary sword, and a little bit... bending.
She felt no malice in it, and it resonated with her bloodline. She thought that the short blade of unknown shape would not hurt her. Even if there was something weird in the end, her body was not a vegetarian.
Seeing the persistence in her eyes, Yao Chen had a war between heaven and man in his heart for a moment, and finally let the energy fluctuations around him dissipate, and nodded slightly.
Afterwards, Hun Qing slowly closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the crystal.
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In the inner space of the spar, the incarnation of Hun Qing's good consciousness walked slowly.
There was a vast purple mist all around. With her current soul power, she could only see clearly two or three meters around her, because the purple mist was actually soul energy floating in this space.
So much soul power, after absorption, is very helpful for improving the soul realm, but Hun Qing finally did not absorb it hastily.
"These soul powers... I actually feel a sense of intimacy from them!" Hun Qing murmured in a low voice. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and brushed the purple mist in front of him with his fingertips. He was suddenly startled for no reason deep in his heart.
She seemed to see a majestic figure, holding a crystal sharp short blade, fighting in and out among countless enemies whose outlines could not be seen clearly, and finally stood on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
This scene flashed by, and Hun Qing was ready to react. He subconsciously put his hand on his heart, his eyes full of horror, "What was the scene just now..."
It actually caused her inner sadness and heartache!
Buzz!
At this moment, the space suddenly trembled, and a slight buzzing sound sounded. The next moment, the purple mist around Hun Qinghao rolled, and after a while, it gathered on both sides to make a way for her.
Looking at this road that led to nowhere, Hun Qing hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped on it resolutely.
She has come to this point, no matter what, she has no reason to back down, and she also wants to find out where the inexplicable grief in her heart comes from.
This road seemed to be very long, and Hun Qing walked for a long time before reaching the end.
At the end of the road, surrounded by a few wisps of purple energy, there was a dagger as clear as a purple spar suspended in the air. The length seemed to be about sixty centimeters, and the blade was slightly curved.
"It's that short blade..." Her eyes suddenly condensed.
In the fleeting scene before, she had seen this short blade. It was not only a powerful magical weapon, but also had a particularly exquisite appearance, shining with dazzling light like a star.
But now, this originally beautiful-looking sharp blade has its crystal body covered with fine cracks. It has lost the starlight and looks dull.
Hun Qinghao walked closer and looked at the dagger in front of her. The grief in her heart became stronger and stronger, and she couldn't control it at all.
"What exactly have you gone through to make you, who was once so dazzling, look like this now..." Her eyes shook, and she couldn't help but murmur.
The dagger trembled, and the dim body suddenly burst into purple light, pulling Hun Qinghao into what seemed like another world.
Like an outsider, she witnessed the dagger master's battles and his most glorious moments.
Just as the scene changed, the world suffered a catastrophic disaster, all lives were devastated, and the owner of the dagger went to the battlefield with several of his friends. Their backs are so unyielding and so tragic...
The scene stopped continuing at this point. Those back figures made Hunqing's eyes wet.
Even if there were no subsequent scenes, she probably guessed the ending, otherwise the divine soldiers who followed their master in battle would not have wandered to the Dou Qi Continent again.
After that, Hun Qing finally calmed down and reached out to grab the handle of the dagger.
In an instant, an icy cold energy filled with murderous intent erupted.
Outside, Yao Chen waited anxiously by Hun Qinghao's side. When the murderous aura erupted in the spar, his eyes instantly focused.
This sudden burst of murderous intent gave him a terrifying feeling of destruction, as if he saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood before his eyes.
Just when Yao Chen couldn't help but want to take action, Hun Qing's good breath gradually recovered, and his pale face slowly returned to rosy.
Seeing such a scene, Yao Chen was startled, stopped immediately, and whispered to himself: "Qing'er, this is a success..."
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After night falls, the long moon is in the sky.
The light emitted by the purple crystal gradually dissipated, and Hun Qing slowly opened his eyes and took back the hand on the stone.
Looking at her white palms, she was slightly surprised that the wound she had cut before healed automatically!
"Qing'er, how are you?" Seeing that Hun Qing had woken up, Yao Chen immediately came up and asked with concern.
Hun Qinghao smiled at him and said softly: "I'm fine. The teacher guessed it right. The things inside the stone are indeed from my Hun clan."
After saying that, she formed a seal with her hands and drove a special talisman into the crystal.
As the talisman sank in, the purple spar erupted with intense light, and the spar slowly melted. An amethyst dagger covered with fine cracks appeared in front of the two of them.
Yao Chen was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "What is hidden in this strange stone is actually a dagger!"
Hun Qing stretched out her hand to hold the handle of the dagger. Because of her bloodline, this former magic weapon was already at her disposal.
Her fingers gently touched the cracks on the blade, and her voice was slightly sad.
"This blade is called Tianyuan, and it was carried by the first ancestor of my Soul Clan in ancient times. He followed the ancestors in the south and north, and laid the foundation of the Soul Clan. Later, spiritual consciousness was born, and it went with the ancestors through the sky."
"It's just that for some unknown reason, the sword broke, the spiritual consciousness was damaged, and it returned to the Dou Qi Continent."
The soul power she saw in the inner space of the crystal was what this ancestor had left behind, and she originally wanted to bring some blessings to future generations.
But Hun Qinghao didn't need these soul powers. Her soul was already powerful. Compared with her, Tianyuan spiritual consciousness was facing the dissipation and she needed it more.
So when Tianyuan's spiritual consciousness briefly awakened, she gave him all the power of the soul sealed in the crystal.