Chapter 344 Waiting for You to Enter the Urn

When he was at the sword tomb, Fang Xing had already felt that the sword fetus had extraordinary energy, at least not weaker than the five-color sword fetus enshrined in the main hall. However, the aura was too violent and strange, so Fang Xing did not dare to fuse it casually. Of course, he was later If someone forcibly merges, he has no choice but to accept his fate. In fact, his future cultivation path will inevitably intersect with this sword embryo.

In this case, why not reach a reconciliation with it earlier, or use part of its power?

The sword fetus has spirit and is nourished by the monks. It can grow with the monk's power. In addition to its own power, the sword fetus should also possess the ancient flying sword technique that has been lost in Tianyuan Continent. Then However, according to the records in the secret book, it would be weird if you don't follow the miraculous magic that can "open your mouth and spit out a beam of white light, killing the enemy thousands of miles away."

It stands to reason that the method to understand this ancient flying sword technique is also very simple. The mystery of the sword embryo lies here, because the sword embryo is the spirituality bred in the flying sword, so it itself has the characteristics of the ancient flying sword. To put it bluntly, as long as the communication with the sword fetus is complete, and after one's own practice and the sword fetus are in harmony, the ancient flying sword technique will naturally become available.

However, Fang Xing's black sword was a bit weird. After entering the sea of ​​consciousness, it flew straight into the foggy area of ​​Fang Xing's sea of ​​consciousness. Until now, he had been communicating with Fang Xingling, lazily like a piece of sank... Fang Xing has tried to communicate with the loach at the bottom of the pond several times, but the old man remained silent and did not respond at all. He seemed to have been sleeping.

In normal times, he would have gone with him, but now that the challenge was imminent, Fang Xing couldn't care less.

"Black Sword Fetus, come out and chat with me..."

The true spirit stood outside the foggy area, Fang Xing activated his consciousness and shouted towards the foggy area.

He has also learned to be smart, but now he does not dare to break into the foggy area casually, otherwise he will be snapped back to reality by the fog.

However, after the spiritual thoughts were transmitted to the sea of ​​​​consciousness zone, they were like stones sinking into the sea, without any reaction.

Fang Xing waited for a long time, unwilling to give in, and shouted again: "That black ugly sword, come out and talk to your young master..."

There was still no movement, and there was silence in the mist.

Fang Xing was annoyed this time and scolded him directly, "Fuck you, sir, you are quite arrogant. There is nothing that has entered my sea of ​​consciousness that I cannot use, including the Yin-Yang Divine Demon Mirror and the True Samadhi Who is Huo not always at your call? Even that sword light helped me once, why are you so arrogant? When I improve my cultivation one day, I will have to kick you out..."

As his spiritual thoughts entered the foggy area, there was still no movement, but the fog surged for a while, as if something had changed inside. Fang Xing felt vaguely that there was anger rising inside.

He knew there was something going on, so he simply cursed even louder: "You ugly broken sword has forcibly merged with your young master, but you are unwilling to teach me the ancient flying sword skills, and you are also unwilling to listen to my instructions. If you want to I know I saved you from the abyss of the Sword Tomb. Do you have any conscience anymore? I can tell you, now I am going to do something very dangerous. , if I die by then, you will not be able to survive in my sea of ​​consciousness, you will also disappear into thin air, and the game will be over..."

In the mist, there was a sudden bang, like a lightning strike, and a surging spiritual thought emitted.

Fang Xing had already been mentally prepared, and fled far away with a "swish" sound, carefully observing the changes in the mist.

However, what made him relieved was that it was not the black sword embryo in the mist that was angered by him and wanted to come out to fight with him. What was emitted was actually just a spiritual thought, suspended in the middle of the sea of ​​consciousness. It turned into a ball of translucent black brilliance without any murderous intent. At the same time, a wave of spiritual thoughts came out of the mist, which turned into a pale and distant voice that echoed.

"If you are not strong enough and forcefully resist a strong enemy, you will not be considered a hero, but at best you will be considered a fool. If you go and no one can stop you, I will give you this technique. You can learn it on your own. If you fail to cultivate it, you will not be able to do it before Nascent Soul." You don’t have to come to me!”

"Huh? Aren't you supposed to be controlled by me?"

Fang Xing looked at the foggy area warily and shouted loudly.

The big black sword in the mist was very shameless: "Hmph, with your current level, how do you qualify to control me? I chose you just to find a better sword box. Take that skill and go, Don't bother me if you have nothing to do!"

After saying that, his voice gradually deepened and there was no more sound.

Fang Xing screamed for a while, trying to negotiate with it and challenge it, but in the end the big black sword became mute.

"Anyway, after scolding for a while, it still has some benefits..."

Fang Xing sighed. Although he couldn't control the black sword, he still managed to do something.

Zhen Ling was beside him, and he carefully detected the black brilliance for a while, and found that there was nothing unusual, so he was a little relieved. He also thought that the big black sword chose himself as its "sword box", so naturally he did not destroy the sword box casually. With the truth in mind, he became ruthless and swallowed the ball of light in one gulp. In an instant, a series of mysterious secrets immediately circulated in his mind...

Fang Xingning pondered for a long time, and finally slowly figured out this formula.

Different from what he imagined, this technique was not a sword-controlling technique at all. It was not even a spell, but a technique for mobilizing spiritual power, concealing one's body, and moving around. Taken together, If you have to find a suitable way to describe it, this is a combat method specially designed for war cultivators. Strictly speaking, it is somewhat similar to ordinary martial arts.

What's more, this set of techniques does not have any name, nor does it indicate its grade, making it difficult to judge whether it is good or bad.

Fang Xing looked at it for a while, feeling a little unwilling, and shouted into the mist again: "You are so easy to get rid of, I have promised you the ancient flying sword skill, please hand it over to me as soon as possible, otherwise you will not be exposed to me." Stay in the sea..."

He was about to curse a few more words and get some benefits, but he didn't expect that this time the big black sword would not talk nonsense with him at all. The mist came over like a wave, and directly slapped Fang Xing's true spirit twice, and the whole person was alert. , had already retreated from the sea of ​​consciousness. He stayed for a while, became extremely angry, and cursed bitterly: "This bastard has a bigger air than a young master. Do you think he is a big master?"

The Golden Crow was flying with Fang Xing in the air just fine, and did not notice that Fang Xing had sunk into the sea of ​​consciousness. When he heard such a curse, he was immediately startled. He turned around and rolled his eyes at Fang Xing: "Scared me." Yitiao, what are you scolding?"

Fang Xingdao: "You scolded a bastard, how is your sword embryo doing now?"

Jinwu said: "We just started to make contact and cultivate feelings. What do you do with this?"

Fang Xing became even more depressed after hearing this, thinking to himself, why is this black sword embryo so difficult to deal with?

He originally wanted to subdue the black sword embryo at this dangerous juncture, so as to gain some help, but he did not expect that the black sword embryo would not buy his own account, so he had to first study the nameless skills it gave him to try. After trying it, speaking of it, this nameless skill emphasizes movement and change, and close combat, which suits his taste. Unfortunately, such combat skills are often not of high quality.

At this time, a hundred-foot-high execution platform had been erected inside the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate.

On top of the execution platform, there stood a huge purple gold pillar with iron chains wrapped around it. An old man with a black beard and a halberd was tied to it. His upper body was naked, his body was dripping with blood, and it was covered with sword wounds. Above the sword wound, it was scorched, sealing the bloody mouth. Above his head, there were eight purple flags floating, gathering clouds, and in front of him, there were hundreds of bronze swords, each one sticky with blood.

Under the execution platform, there is a row of executioners. Among them are alchemists, pharmacists who are also proficient in medical skills, and monks who master the thunder method. Such a group of people are carefully selected by the Huangfu family for execution. Of the original seven peaks of the Qingyun Sect, after the meat-and-wine monks carried away the mountain, only five were left. Now, at the highest point of the five peaks, a monk is sitting cross-legged.

Among these five people, sitting on the main peak in the middle is the Jindan monk from the Huangfu family. On the other four peaks, there are masters from the Jiuqu Tribe, Lingyun Tribe, Dangyou Tribe, and Black Marsh Tribe, all of whom have gold cultivation. Dan, these five people are responsible for sitting here, waiting for Fang Xing to come. They hide their bodies, making it difficult for others to find them, but their spiritual consciousness covers the entire hundred miles.

In such a situation, as long as Fang Xing comes here and there is a slight abnormality, they can immediately take control of the situation.

For the sake of Fang Xing alone, five golden elixirs were dispatched, and the hatred of the Huangfu family was evident.

The huge Qingyun Sect has suddenly turned into a big urn, waiting for Fang Xing to take the initiative to enter the situation.

But inside the urn, Tie Rukuang was so miserable that he was almost invisible!