Fights Break Sphere: The only daughter of Emperor Hun Tian, ​​I am the young master of the Hun Clan

Chapter 83: Blade of the Abyss
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge amount of energy suddenly surged around Yao Chen. 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 awakened. When he opened his eyes, he saw Yao Chen burning his soul power, so he shouted anxiously.

Although Hun Qinghao's face was pale and his voice was weak, his eyes were bright and sharp. "I saw what was inside the stone. The resonance between blood cannot be fake. Teacher, please let me try again!"

She didn't want to see her teacher burning his soul power, and just now, when she was drowsy, she saw a vague outline in the purple crystal. It was shaped like a sword, but shorter than an ordinary sword and a little curved.

She didn't sense any malice from it, and it resonated with her blood. She thought that the short blade of unknown shape would not hurt her. Even if there was something strange in the end, her true body was not a vegetarian.

Seeing the determination in her eyes, Yao Chen had a struggle in his heart for a moment, and finally let the energy fluctuations around him dissipate and nodded slightly.

Afterwards, Hun Qinghao slowly closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the crystal.

……

Inside the crystal, Hun Qinghao's consciousness incarnation walked slowly.

There was a thick purple mist all around her. With her current soul power, she could only see the situation within two or three meters around her, because the purple mist was actually the soul energy floating in this space.

Such a large amount of soul power would be very helpful in improving the soul realm after absorption, but Hun Qing did not absorb it rashly.

"These soul powers... I actually feel a sense of familiarity from them!" Hun Qinghao murmured in a low voice. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, and his fingertips brushed the purple mist in front of him. Suddenly, he was startled for no reason in his heart.

She seemed to see a tall figure, holding a crystal and sharp short blade, fighting in and out of countless enemies whose outlines could not be seen clearly, and finally standing on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

This scene flashed by, and Hun Qing finally reacted. He subconsciously put his hand on his chest, his eyes full of horror, "What on earth was that scene just now..."

It actually caused her inner sadness and heartache!
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At this moment, the space suddenly trembled, and a slight buzzing sound was heard. The next moment, the purple mist around Hun Qinghao rolled, and after a moment it gathered to both sides, making way for her.

Looking at this road that led to nowhere, Hun Qing hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped on it resolutely.

Things have come to this point, no matter what, she has no reason to retreat, and she also wants to figure out where the inexplicable grief in her heart comes from.

The road seemed 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 crystal clear as a purple crystal suspended. It looked to be about sixty centimeters long, and the blade was slightly curved.

"It's that short blade..." Her eyes suddenly narrowed.

In the fleeting picture before, she had seen this short blade. It was not only a powerful divine weapon, but also had an extremely exquisite appearance, shining with dazzling brilliance like stars.

But now, this blade, which originally had an exquisite appearance, was covered with fine cracks on its crystal body, and it had lost its star-like brilliance and looked dull.

Hun Qinghao walked closer and looked at the dagger right in front of her. The grief in her heart grew stronger and stronger and was not under her control at all.

"What on earth have you been through to turn you from being so dazzling into what you are now..." Her eyes trembled and she couldn't help but murmured.

The dagger trembled, and the dark body suddenly burst into a purple glow, pulling Hun Qinghao into another world.

Like an outsider, she witnessed the dagger owner's battles and his most glorious moments.

The scene changed, and the world was hit by a catastrophe, and all the people were devastated. The owner of the dagger and several of his friends went to the battlefield together. Their backs were so determined and so tragic...

The scene stopped here, and seeing those silhouettes made Hun Qing's eyes moist.

Even if there were no subsequent scenes, she probably guessed the ending, otherwise the magical weapon that followed its master in battle would not have ended up in the Douqi Continent.

Afterwards, Hun Qing calmed down and reached out to grab the handle of the dagger.

In an instant, a cold, chilling, murderous aura burst out.

In the outside world, Yao Chen was standing beside Hun Qinghao, waiting anxiously. When the murderous aura erupted in the crystal, his eyes suddenly fixed.

This sudden outburst of murderous aura gave him a terrifying feeling of world 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 attack, Hun Qing's breath gradually recovered, and his pale face slowly regained its rosy color.

Seeing this scene, Yao Chen was startled, and immediately stopped, muttering to himself: "Qing'er, this is, successful..."

……

After nightfall, the long moon is in the sky.

The light emitted by the purple crystal gradually dissipated. Hun Qinghao slowly opened his eyes and took his hand back from the stone.

Looking at her own white palms, she was slightly surprised that the wound she had cut before had healed automatically!

"Qing'er, how are you?" Seeing Hun Qinghao wake up, Yao Chen immediately came up and asked with concern.

Hun Qinghao smiled at him and said softly, "I'm fine. Teacher guessed right. The things in the stone are indeed from my Hun clan."

After saying this, she formed seals with her hands and cast a special seal into the crystal.

As the talisman sank into the air, the purple crystal burst out with a strong light and slowly melted. A purple crystal dagger covered with fine cracks appeared in front of the two.

Yao Chen was stunned for a moment, then he said in surprise: "What is hidden in this strange stone is actually a dagger!"

Hun Qinghao reached out and grasped the handle of the dagger. Because of her bloodline, this once divine weapon was now at her disposal.

Her fingers gently stroked the cracks on the blade, her voice slightly sad.

"This blade is called Tianyuan. It was carried by the first ancestor of our Soul Clan in ancient times. It followed the ancestor in battles and laid the foundation for the Soul Clan. Later, it was born with spiritual consciousness and flew away with the ancestor."

"But for unknown reasons, the sword body broke, the spiritual consciousness was damaged, and it returned to the Douqi Continent."

The soul power she saw in the inner space of the crystal was left by this ancestor, who originally wanted to bring some blessings to future generations.

However, Hun Qinghao did not want these soul powers. Her soul was already strong, and compared with her, the Tianyuan spiritual consciousness that was facing dissipation needed it more.

So when Tianyuan's consciousness briefly awakened, she gave him all the soul power sealed in the crystal.