Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

At this time, the red rainbow pierced the sun, and the sky and the earth were dark.

Everything started from the sword in his hand.

Ji Qiu bowed his head.

Looking at this red long sword, which was imprinted with Tai'an script and the outline of a black bird, he was a little silent for a moment.

Right now, seeing the deduction of the sword by the simulator, coupled with the lingering murmur, he probably knows how Tai Ah was forged.

According to legend, the "ghost craftsman" general, who came from the same school as Ou Yezi, has a forging skill of pressing the bottom of the box, which has never been seen in the world.

It is said that once that refining method is used, he will be the top soldier casting master in the world, even Ou Yezi can't match it.

See you today.

The rumors are true.

only.
This price is far from what ordinary people can bear.

Ji Qiu sighed softly, let go of the hilt of the sword he was holding, and then put his hands in his sleeves, and bowed to the Tai Ah, who seemed to be entwined with a soul that had not been scattered:
"A gift from you."

"Accept your promise."

"Ji Qiu, write it down."

His whisper came out.

The sword seemed to resonate, buzzing and trembling, bursting out an unspeakably bright sword light.

After a while, it calmed down again.

On one side, Ou Yezi's face was pale, and the injury that had just been blown away by the sword energy from the casting room had not yet healed.

He looked at Tai Ah Jian in front of him, with pride, complexity, and emotion on his face, all kinds of emotions intertwined.

In the end, it just turned into a slight sigh towards Ji Qiu:
"Mr. Ji."

"Using the method of refining blood, the general sacrificed the sword with his body, and helped this magical weapon named 'Tai Ah' make the final leap and complete the final transformation."

"At present, in terms of power, it has already surpassed all the weapons of the present age, except for the 'Ding' left over from the Xuanshang era, as well as the god-conferring objects that may exist in the Zhou royal family."

"It is the well-deserved number one in the art of warfare!"

"Although the old man doesn't know how powerful the King of Blood is, if it exists like General Zhao Wuling."

"You hold this sword, in terms of current practice, he will definitely not be your opponent!"

"I just hope that after you improve your cultivation again, you don't forget this promise."

Facing Ou Yezi's words, Ji Qiu naturally nodded:

"Master, don't worry."

"When the time comes in the future, I will use this sword to kill the king of Chu and fulfill my promise."

"This oath will never be forgotten."

A drop of blood essence entered Tai'a sword.

After the connection between the mind and the holy weapon was born, the big stone that had been hanging in Ji Qiu's heart for more than a year finally came to fruition.

Although, there were a few twists and turns in the middle.

But after all, nothing unexpected happened.

On this day, the commotion that happened in Ou Yezi's military casting hall was really huge, and the aftermath that happened after the incident would certainly not be small.

Wait until this vision subsides.

It is estimated that everyone in Zhaowang City will know that this master craftsman who lives in Zhaodi has gone a step further and has forged another divine weapon!

So, I didn't spend too much time here.

Ji Qiu only exchanged greetings with Ou Yezi for a while afterwards, solemnly told him that he would not forget his promise, and left.

The realm of law and appearance, the law of heaven and earth, one step away is close to the end of the world.

Although the area of ​​the Kyushu and Seven Kingdoms is huge and boundless, it is only tens of thousands of miles away with Ji Qiu's current footsteps, and it is only a snap of the fingers.

Logically speaking, even if he returned to Jixia now, the Lord Jiang Qi might not be able to handle him.

However, beforehand, Ji Qiu made a promise with Zhao Wuling with one of the nine tripods, Yong Wang Ding, and agreed to bury Zhao Wu Wang Yong.

Then for the sake of Jiuding, it is not a chance to leave.

Now, the most easy-to-fold tripod is right in front of you.

As long as he is able to regain control, Ji Qiu gathers luck and will surely go one step further. At that time, it will be more certain to suppress the Lord Jiang Qi and attack the King of Chu with a sword.

More than a year has passed now, and the horn of the war festival will be sounded.

It is close at hand.

It just so happened that Tai'a's sacred weapon was forged.

Taking a mad king who has completely fallen into madness as an enemy is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to try the sword!

Let's also take a look at whether he, Ji Qiu, can actually kill a real——

The King of Blood!

After returning to the original small courtyard.

Just as Qin Zheng looked solemnly at the direction where Tai Ah was born, the palm of his hand holding the sword was dripping with sweat.

Ji Qiu left without saying goodbye, and left in a hurry, but at this time the royal city was turbulent, and such a celestial phenomenon suddenly appeared, which made Qin Zheng feel a little worried.

However, when he saw Ling Kongxudu, the figure in white clothes turned back after only a moment.

This young man who has faded a bit immature, couldn't help but feel happy at the moment, so he hurriedly walked over:

"gentlemen!"

"But it's done?"

"What the hell was that movement just now? It's really heart-wrenching!"

Seeing that he has been teaching for more than a year, and now he is a young man with extraordinary achievements, roughly equivalent to a young man with great Dao foundation, Ji Qiu smiled, and patiently explained:
"It's nothing."

"It's just forged into a sword."

"This is the purpose of my coming to King Zhao City, sir."

With that said, Ji Qiu flipped his palms and called Tai'a Sword out of the storage bag.

Seeing the soldiers of the holy way floating in front of him, glowing with red sword brilliance, Qin Zheng took a step back, only feeling a great coercion rushing towards his face, which made him short of breath for a while.

However, after a while.

In his body, there was a mysterious force aroused, which spread to all the limbs and bones.

This is the mystery from the source of blood, vast and ancient, containing indescribable strength and immortality.

Ji Qiu was keenly aware of it.

Even the characteristics of the Sword of Prestige and Dao, even the ancients of the sacred blood, could not be unaffected, but it fell on Qin Zheng, and it did not disappear for a while, and it gradually disappeared into the invisible.

incredible.

This is, the so-called blood of the ancient ancestors?

Even if it's just a preliminary awakening, and the horns of the head are just standing out, it can achieve such a state.

If one day he is completely in charge, the sky and the earth, wouldn't he be allowed to rule freely!

No matter how bad it is, it is more than enough to stand upright in this world and be called the king and ancestor!
This disciple was indeed not in vain.

Cultivate it carefully, and it will be a pillar supporting the sky in the future.

Ji Qiu thought to himself.

"What a powerful sword!"

However, Qin Zheng didn't know what was going on in his heart, but he couldn't stop exclaiming when he saw the cold blade glowing and the sword energy overflowing.

As the former son of Qin, he also saw many famous swords that can be called precious when he was young.

But compared to them, they are nothing but the light of a firefly candle, trying to compete with the bright moon!

Seeing the envy in the young man's eyes, Ji Qiu patted him on the shoulder, with some encouragement:
"The sharpness of the sword is not good, the key lies in the people."

"Ah Zheng, when your cultivation level reaches the sky, and your swordsmanship masters the mystery, even if you only use a plant of grass or a wooden stick, you will still be able to overwhelm the river and the sea, picking up the stars and taking the moon."

"The opposite is also true. If the sword is no matter how good it is, if the cultivation level of a person cannot match it, then it is impossible to truly control the magic weapon. It is just futile."

"Wait until your cultivation base reaches the sky and you can really stand tall in this world."

"Sir, before I leave, I will give you this sword as a gift, how about it?"

Hearing Ji Qiu's words made Qin Zheng excited again.

This excitement was not because Ji Qiu wanted to pass on the sword to him.

Qin Zheng actually didn't care whether he could hold such a sword.

Because in his eyes, what is more important than these is the importance that his husband attaches to him, which is what makes him really happy and excited.

If you practice discipleship, you should serve each other for life!

But immediately after, Qin Zheng heard that the gentleman who taught him how to practice vaguely mentioned the word of leaving, so he couldn't hold back immediately, and said immediately:
"Sir, are you leaving the country of Zhao?"

"Then, can Zheng accompany the servants?"

"I also want to be like you, to travel with you in this so-called troubled world!"

The boy's tone was sincere.

In the book written by Ji Qiu, what he saw when he raised his eyes was the difficulties of people's livelihood.

Qi's blood ruled the world, Wei's plague was rampant, and ordinary people everywhere were like ants
What kind of teacher to learn from.

Qin Zheng followed Ji Qiu to study and practice for more than a year. Not only did he embark on the path of transcendence, but also, subtly, he was also seriously influenced by Ji Qiu.

The influence has come, look at the world of Kyushu from another perspective that does not belong to the descendants of the divine blood, the son of Qin.

This is of course what Ji Qiu wanted.

Qin Zheng didn't know what he meant by leaving in his words, so Ji Qiu was noncommittal and didn't answer directly:

"Not in a hurry."

"It's still a long time."

As he spoke, he patted the boy's head and told him to continue practicing sword.

Then, he walked to the inner hall.

Now that he is holding the Tai'a Sword for the first time, Ji Qiu still needs to understand it carefully and refine this holy weapon.

Only in this way can we be in the peak state.

Go really in this day and age.

Let's fight!
Passing by Xuanwei's side room, Ji Qiu stopped and glanced at him, looking at Xuanwei who was dressed in a black gold dress, well-groomed, who was refining his blood and cultivating with his legs crossed, he couldn't help but nodded slowly.

The bloodline of this mysterious bird of destiny is really extraordinary.

When Xuanwei was brought out from the ancient city of Chaoge, before she was born, she should have had some gift left by the ancient Xuanniao to her.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to enter the realm so fast, but in just over a year, it has been like a broken bamboo, and it has skyrocketed, as if there is no bottleneck, reaching the peak of the demon core.

If she is asked to go further, according to the honorific title of Yaomo Dao, she will be an unrivaled demon king!
It must be known that even Ao Jing, who is dripping with the blood of the Canglong, took a lot of time in the past to reach this step.

Although there are also reasons for the limitation of heaven and earth.

But no matter how you say it, it's a bit too monstrous.

"Sometimes, talent is really indispensable!"

Nodding silently, Ji Qiu saw that she was serious about cultivating, so he didn't bother her any more, dispersed his spiritual thoughts, and only wanted to sacrifice Tai'a Sword.

However, just as he was about to walk away.

In the inner room, the little girl who was sitting cross-legged in meditation with a faint red light all over her body suddenly opened her eyes.

She felt it carefully, and when she was sure that her spiritual thoughts had dissipated and no one was watching, she suddenly smiled, leaned back and lay on her side, letting her red hair and black hair hang down from her temples.

Immediately afterwards, with a slight hook of his slender fingers, he took down an article compiled by a novelist from the side of the couch, and then flipped through it with relish.

practice?

With the blessing of blood, it will always be gradual and continuously growing.

Even if he encounters a dangerous situation, with his elder brother who has been following him since birth, he will not be able to stir up any storms.

Wearing black long socks, Xuan Wei giggled when she saw the interesting part of the story, her calf swayed, and the little turmoil just now seemed to have been forgotten by her long ago.

In other words, the reason why she pretended to practice in front of Ji Qiu was to not disappoint her brother.

She is still too young.

Converted to the age of a mortal, it is just over one year old.

What kind of truth can one comprehend at this age?

Presumably, only after truly experiencing hardships can these immature habits be completely washed away.

Everyone grows.

But accompanying this process, each period will be the rest of my life, and I don't want to recall the past.

Because this kind of memory must be bitter.

In the huge King Zhao City, there was an uproar because of Ou Yezi's forging a divine sword.

Since then, Ou Yezi's name as a master craftsman has been well deserved.

However, it is rumored that he himself was quite ashamed of this, instead he continued to shirk and refuse to accept the name, claiming that other than him, another person contributed greatly to making such a breakthrough.

But the man who Ou Yezi called a ghost craftsman and Gan Jiang was turned into fly ash after casting soldiers.

However, people only remember what they can see.

Even if he himself is noncommittal about this, but once the rumors spread, it will be impossible to stop.

So in the years to come.

All the military builders on this land, their ultimate goal is to be like the 'master craftsman' Ou Yezi.

Forge a magic weapon that can be as famous as 'Tai Ah'.

In this way, it is considered to be the pinnacle of sword making in this life.

The turmoil gradually subsided.

It's been more than a month since Tai Ah cast the sword.

However, on a certain day, the sacred King Zhao's Palace suddenly heard the vast and vast sound of horn blowing that swept across the whole city.

People who have lived in the royal city for a long time know that it is the prelude to the funeral played by the nobles who conquered the battlefield.

Their lives have come to an end.

In the end, under the baptism of war, it will completely die out!

means—

War Festival!

However, there has never been a precedent for the war ceremony to ring the bell in Zhao Wang's palace.

Even the nobles of Shangqing, the mainstays of the Zhao family, are not worthy of such specifications.

And I haven't heard any leaks about it before.

At this time, with the blowing of the ancient horn and the ringing of the bell, many people speculated privately.

Could it be that a certain respected and unknown ancient person in Zhao Tu existed and was about to perish?

Just when they were thinking about it secretly.

In the alleys in the north of the city, misty and rainy, the slightly quiet Taiping mansion suddenly had a terrifying sword intent, soaring into the sky.

In an instant.

In the main room, the eyes of the Taoist in white robe moved, and the billowing sword energy swept across his body.

On top of his back, one can vaguely see an ancient bronze sword floating in phantom, revealing a vast, boundless, and even sword intent like standing proudly in the clouds.

That is Tai Ah Sword Intent!

It is inherited from the Xuanshang great swordsman Que that Ji Qiu once met, who was enough to fight against the gods. The sword energy left behind will last for thousands of years!
Now, he is in charge of Tai Ah!

According to legend, this sword intent once killed the saint!
It's just that in the hands of the new master, how much power can still bloom.

As soon as Ji Qiu's eyes moved, a mighty radiance emerged, and in an instant, he knew the aura of the entire royal city in his chest and held it in his palm.

When he saw that those several ancient breaths, together with those sub-sages who were dormant in the king's city, moved at the same time.

Combined with the message from Zhao Wuling beforehand, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up, eager to try:
"Zhao Wu Wang Yong."

In his mind, the figure that Zhao Wuling took him to observe from a distance in Beimo nearly a year ago emerged.

In Ji Qiu's eyes, flames condense into substance:
"Just call me to take a look."

"In this life, he is known as the strongest blood king ever!"

"In the end, how tyrannical it is!"

Swish!
The scarlet sword shadow emerged, floating beside the white-robed figure, exuding the aura unique to the mighty sword.

Dormant practice for so long years.
It's time to become famous all over the world.