Chapter 45: Divine Sword Spirit
“The great calamity of Huaixu.”
An Jing himself had vaguely seen these stories from ancient books. They were at least tens of thousands of years old, and many of the records in the documents were vague.
The ancient immortals finally expelled the demons and established many countries again. The ancestor of Dachen was one of them. In the long Warring States Period, it eventually became the largest country in Beixuanji Continent.
The content of the mural is coming to an end, and the closer to the inside, the richer and more complete the content of the mural is, and some are even obviously painted and daubed in other eras.
An Jing's expression became more serious.
Because he saw the resurgence of the demon.
Over the course of the long years, even the statue of the Sword Immortal of the past collapsed, and the demonic energy soared into the sky from the Xuanming Valley, faintly forming the image of the demon.
He guided the water of hundreds of rivers to wash away the Suspension Valley, which was not a river valley in the first place, wearing down the seal with the intention of breaking out. However, the ancestors took advantage of this and built a large formation of earth veins based on mountains and rivers, sealing the demon again. .
That is the source of the current Xuanming Valley.
"The devil actually revived once?"
An Jing whispered: "Fu Xie, didn't you wake up at that time?"
"I don't know..." Sword Spirit also said solemnly: "My memory... is missing too much."
"When was I broken? It seems that it was some time after the demon was killed. I even remember that my fragments were enshrined here. Someone intended to use the power of the sacrifices of the people and the stimulation of the demon to revive me. This is how It is the prototype of the great formation that will awaken your destiny..."
"Yes, there was indeed no river in the original Xuanming Valley. There were many sacrificial caves on both sides of the valley wall... But I really don't know the details of the second seal after the demon revived."
An Jing also nodded slightly. He actually noticed something was wrong: the hilt of the Sword Spirit was unearthed in Northern Xinjiang, his hometown. By chance, he came to the Xuanming Valley in the northwest and was collected by the Demon Cult in the collection room. .
The hidden power of the sword hilt has not been discovered. The main body of the sword spirit's consciousness is on the sword hilt, but the fragments have no consciousness.
Xuanming Valley was invaded by demonic energy, and the Demonic Cult did not dare to enter. However, the Sword Spirit was able to suppress the demonic energy when it came, which shows his restraint on the demonic energy.
However, the 'shards' in the valley never reacted violently to the demonic energy, and ritual sacrifices were needed to suppress the demonic energy.
Although the earth vein sword energy summoned by the ritual ceremony proves that it does exist, its condition may not be optimistic.
Speaking of this, the fragments of the Sword Spirit were scattered all over the place, and some were even in other worlds...
An Jing instinctively felt that the things behind all this were complicated.
Also, there must be an extremely complicated background behind the broken sword of a sword fairy.
This is the cause and effect he should bear with the power of the sword spirit, so after exhaling a breath, he continued to move forward.
Soon, the long corridor has reached its end.
A huge, completely unnatural semicircular hall appeared in the depths of the canyon.
There is a '√' shaped staircase before entering the hall, so the hall is quite clean and tidy, with no signs of being flooded. The remains of the rotting futon in the center can be vaguely seen.
An Jing walked out of the corridor and came into the artificially polished semicircular hall.
Then, he saw the 'divine object' placed on a towering jade altar at the deepest part of the hall.
[Fragments of the Blade]
A thick rhombus-shaped sword blade that shimmers with silver and cyan light. An Jing was slightly startled. He felt extremely familiar for a moment, as if he had seen this fragment millions of times before - but soon, he discovered that all these were the feelings transmitted to him by the sword spirit. The rusty sword was in His own divine sea trembled slightly: "This is the root of my sword... But strange, where is the protective formation?"
An Jing looked around and found that the walls and dome of the entire semicircular hall were covered with dense mountain and sea cloud patterns, dragons, seals and phoenixes. They vaguely formed a huge magic circle on the light blue jade.
But, it didn't work.
In other words, it was destroyed.
There are spreading gray and black marks on the light blue jade. The jade covered by these marks is rough and shriveled, without any warmth or spirituality.
Just like what happens after death, jade has lost all its vitality and moisture, and has gradually 'rotten' into what it is today over thousands of years.
"Devil erosion." An Jing whispered: "Only the core area is still intact."
"Fortunately, it's still in time." Sword Spirit was a little anxious, but calmed down: "Go and get it, Anjing, the sword holder, take off my fragments, you have the qualifications."
"Um."
An Jing nodded slightly and walked forward to the altar.
On the stairs, layers of jade-white halos lit up. As Sword Spirit said, An Jing did not stop him and allowed him to reach the top of the altar smoothly.
At this moment, even with his temperament, his heartbeat was speeding up.
An Jing took a deep breath, suppressed his impulse, and slowly reached out to touch the fragments of the sword blade.
And at this moment, silver light lit up.
The green color that originally covered the broken jade sword and the altar suddenly bloomed with halo, illuminating the entire hemispherical cave hall, and the light blue jade stones inside the hall also shone together, and the many haloes were intertwined and mixed, forming a cloud-like atmosphere. A general wonderland.
Standing in the center of the fairyland, An Jing's expression changed slightly, because with his touch, the light on the sword blade and the altar was rapidly condensing, and the original sharp and solid silver and the warm and spiritual green quickly faded into The four walls were as lifeless as the jade that had been corroded by demons, as if they were the rotting corpses of a dead person.
All the vitality and spirituality were condensed in An Jing's hands, turning into a blur of fragments of light!
Then, the incomplete sword fragment flew towards An Jing's forehead with a clear arc - and then, with the help of the sword spirit, it sank into his forehead!
Without retreating, Anjing stood up straight. He raised his hand and touched his forehead. He was relieved when he found that there were no wounds and the moisture was only cold sweat.
"Scare me, Fu Xie, don't be so exciting next time, or tell me in advance."
To be honest, An Jing hated himself for training himself so well. If he hadn't trained himself so well, he would have just fallen to the ground and then taken advantage of the situation to lie down and take a deep breath.
But Anjing's horse's steps were as steady as iron, so much so that he broke out in cold sweat and wet his clothes even though he still stood upright. He could only use up his energy and energy to calm his mind bit by bit.
In the divine sea, there is an extra sword body above the broken hilt of the sword. This sword body is illusory, shining with brilliance, and releasing traces of light silver aura. Indistinctly, An Jing is fascinated by the 'Quiet Sword View'. 'My understanding has improved a lot.
He was not worried that the sword spirit wanted to take away his body just now, because the sword spirit himself was also very surprised: "How could this happen...my sword body will actually decay, leaving only the soul?!"
"I have already achieved immortality. Even the fragments are immortal. How could it decay like this?"
An Jing didn't know what state Sword Spirit was in back then, but the other party's behavior was not condescending, and the exchange of suggestions was always calm and polite. It was the first time he saw Sword Spirit acting so rude.
But even so, An Jing still wanted to complain: What about immortality? Wasn't your previous body just a broken rusty sword? Why are you so surprised that the blade is decaying?
But this was not the limit - the next moment, An Jing felt the broken sword in the divine sea shaking violently, and a voice that was so stunned that it was almost blank: "How, how is it possible?!"
"There is no memory of me in my sword?!"
(End of chapter)