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Chapter 322

Not only the Jisha Sword was shocked, but the Jijie Pen and Jiyan Orb were also shocked.

The moment Jing Yingrong stepped onto the sword watching platform, they sensed Wu Shengjian's spiritual consciousness.

That spiritual consciousness should have not sprouted for a long time, although its thinking is immature, but its spiritual sense is strong, which shows that it is extraordinary as the ancestor of all soldiers and once the first weapon.

With Wu Shengjian's body aptitude, it won't take much time for the spiritual consciousness to form a complete weapon spirit.

However, this nascent spiritual consciousness was hacked, chopped, and grinded by people with unparalleled sword intent until it completely disintegrated.

After the spiritual consciousness died, only a moment later, another ray of spirituality was born and turned into a new spiritual consciousness, which was wiped out again before it became a tool spirit.

Jing Yingrong responded to Jishajian's question:
"It's to make it stronger."

"How can this become stronger?"

As soon as Jishajian finished speaking, he suddenly realized something, actively released his spiritual consciousness, and probed towards Wushengjian itself.

The same is true for the Extreme Pen and Extreme Flame Orb.

Usually, they put their spiritual consciousness in the sea of ​​mirror reflections and rarely let it out. This time is a rare exception.

The three spiritual senses can be released as soon as they are released, and the short moment is enough for these three powerful Dao artifacts to know the answer.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, fell into a suffocating dead silence.

After a long time, I heard the Jijie pen say: "Use the spirit to nourish the body, use the spirit to strengthen the body, use the spirit to sharpen the edge, and even feed back to the master, temper the mind and heart, and improve the way of swordsmanship. I have to say that it is a wonderful way to kill two birds with one stone." Absolutely, but..."

Its voice was deep and rough, as if it couldn't hold many thoughts, the words sank into the deep sea, and finally lost its voice.

Ji Yanzhu hesitated: "I think, um... oh..."

It was vague and unclear for a long while.

Jishajian didn't say anything.

The obliterated spiritual consciousness of the Wusheng Sword did not return to the heaven and the earth, but changed from formless to qualitative in a mysterious way, like the indistinct debris of some kind of energy, or like the dust of thousands of spots after the star shattered, finely Wrap it, integrate it into its body, nourish it, strengthen it, sharpen it, and make it stronger, stronger, and invincible.

Spiritual consciousness does not want to be eaten by mermaids.It was angry, unwilling, counterattacked, and all kinds of resistance were suppressed by the sword intent, and in turn became the sharpening stone of the sword intent.The sword intent has been tempered, continuously improved, continuously improved, and the edge is getting stronger and stronger.

"Does this make sense to it?"

Ji Yanzhu finally sorted out a thread end from the messy ball of thread, and spoke fluently.

"There is no weapon spirit, no spiritual consciousness, it is just a dead thing after all."

Jijie Pen sighed:
"Dead and living things, what does it mean to the person who controls it? The meaning of our existence is not to be used by people."

Ji Yanzhu let out a dry "Oh".

The tone of the Jijie pen was a little brighter, and he said as if he was looking for joy in the bitterness: "This method is indeed much more efficient than our self-cultivation. Sha, if you talk about the strength of the body now, you may not be able to compare with it."

Jishajian, who is always eager to hit a firecracker at one point, abnormally did not refute it this time.

After a long time, it said sullenly: "If you can't compare it, you can't compare it. Even if you can't compare it, it's better than becoming this field."

"I also think," Ji Yanzhu muttered in agreement, "It's hard to bear the destruction of spiritual consciousness, just like a person who lives and dies, dies and lives again...the way of death is still very painful."

It paused for a moment, then whispered: "Actually, I think it's a bit pitiful."

In the sea of ​​consciousness, it fell into silence again.

Jing Yingrong was still staring at the small black dot on Wusheng Sword's hilt.

She said suddenly: "This generation of masters is very strong."

The three spirits were distracted.

Jisha Sword: "That person on the Wusheng Sword? How strong is it?"

Jing Yingrong: "Compared to all the Wufeng Sword Sect people I have met in the past, they are stronger."

She paused and said emphatically, "Much stronger."

Ji Yanzhu asked curiously: "Compared with the current head of Taichuguan, who is more powerful?"

Without thinking, Jing Yingrong said, "Her."

Then he said: "However, if it is a life-and-death battle, the outcome may not be certain."

Extreme Flame Bead: "Life and death battles don't all depend on strength, I understand and I understand. Hey, among the three top sects of the human race, only the current head of Niya Palace is left. We haven't seen him yet, so we don't know how strong he is."

"There has always been a gap between the top-level combat power of Niya Palace and the other two factions, and it is estimated to be the same today," Jijiebi replied, "This can also be seen from the representatives of the younger generation of each faction. We have seen it before The chief disciple of Niya Palace is not as strong as Yu Xian, and the junior Mo Ren I saw last time, if he is indeed the chief disciple of the Wufeng Sword Sect, he is also inferior to him."

Extreme Fiend Sword: "It's hard to tell if it's really a fight."

Jijie Pen smiled and said: "Yes, the treasures of Niya Palace are blooming and playing, whoever sees it will not have a headache."

Jing Yingrong turned her gaze back to Wusheng Sword.

She stared in a daze for a while, then sat down in Fuyi, put her hands on her knees, and closed her eyes.

An extremely condensed spiritual consciousness protruded from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, like the tentacles of some ancient monster, reaching out to the Wusheng sword.

Just when Wu Shengjian's spiritual consciousness was about to be shattered, a new spiritual consciousness was sprouting.

The spiritual consciousness touched the sprout of spiritual consciousness, gently picked it in, and dragged it again, and a strand of thought was drawn out.

At this moment, on the hilt of the sword, the plain-clothed woman opened her eyes, and looked suspiciously towards the sword viewing platform.

At this moment, a sword light fell behind her.

"Master."

When Mo Ren landed, his figure was unstable, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth.

The leader, Mo Ci, narrowed his eyes.

Without her asking, Moren recounted everything that happened in the desert in detail.

Whether it was him killing the disciples of the Kunhuang Sect with the help of Elder Wu, or the strange change in the cave, or the strange filaments he saw with the Rong clan of Emperor Guandi in the early days, Mo Ci's expression did not change when he listened.

After Moren finished speaking, she said softly, "You did a good job."

A gray light floated from the front and slowly fell into his arms.

"It will be more beneficial to you to refine it and use it as a sword embryo in the future to cast the sword of life law."

The gray light was dim and unremarkable, like an afterimage stretching and shrinking, but it had a similar aura to the Wusheng sword below him.

Mo Ren's eyes lit up, he was delighted and said calmly: "Thank you, Master, for your generosity."

Mo Ci didn't respond.

Mo Renzheng held the gray light and looked at it fondly, and suddenly heard a sentence: "Go and rest."

He was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned pale. The joy disappeared completely, leaving only a face full of disappointment.

Putting away the gray light, Mo Ren lowered his head, his eyes flickered a few times quickly, his eyes darkened, and flashed the dark light.

He coughed twice, his back slumped, his lips were bright red, and a turbulent spiritual energy emanated from his body.

Mo Ci seemed to be aware of it, and his shoulders moved slightly, without turning his head, a voice rang in Mo Ren's ear: "You will be raised here, and rebuild your cultivation base with the power of Wusheng Sword."

When Mo Renru heard the sound of nature, he was so overjoyed that he even had shortness of breath.He managed to calm down, but he still couldn't hide his excitement when he spoke:
"Disciple obey!"

He sat cross-legged on the spot, and was about to fall into samadhi, when he suddenly raised his eyes and took a quick glance at Mo Ci's back, after a little hesitation, he moved forward quietly.

Mo Ci didn't respond, and Mo Ren wanted to move again. As soon as he moved, he heard Mo Ci say:

"This is not a place to play, and you are not a child anymore."

Mo Ren answered "Yes" embarrassingly, and sat down without moving.

On the other side, Jing Yingrong's spiritual consciousness was slowly separating that wisp of thought from Wu Shengjian's spiritual consciousness.

Her mind is weak, her spiritual sense is sharp, and her spiritual sense is too strong, and she has to avoid the detection of sword intent.

Although San Ling didn't know why she did this, she couldn't help paying attention nervously, forgetting to ask for a moment.

Jing Yingrong suddenly said, "Ah."

The three spirits who had concentrated their minds were startled by her, Ji Yanzhu hurriedly said: "What's wrong, what's wrong, did you fail? What's wrong?"

Jing Yingrong: "She's smiling."

San Ling was stunned for a while before realizing who she was talking about.

Jing Yingrong: "I thought she found me, but it didn't."

After the words fell, the strand of thought was finally separated from the spiritual consciousness, and was wrapped by Jing Yingrong's spiritual consciousness and returned to the sea of ​​consciousness.

(End of this chapter)