Castle Peak, a small courtyard.

Song Yan sat under a lush green tree, holding a simple dark black sword in his hand.

The sword is very sharp and can easily pierce the body of Xuanxian, but the sword spirit in the sword has fallen asleep. If he does not awaken the sword spirit in the sword, he may not even be able to trigger half of the power of this ancestral artifact.

But if you want to awaken the sword spirit, you must first refine the sword.

As soon as he thought about it, Song Yan began to inject Xianyuan power into the sword.

But after a short while, he recovered Xianyuanli, because he felt that the ancient sword of Yuanyuan was too slow to refine. Even if he was tempered with Xianyuanli day and night, it would take hundreds of years.

Even if you enter the temple and open it thousands of times, it will take several months.

It may not be long for a few months, but Song Yong did not have that patience, so the power of the law in his hands poured out and began pouring into the sword.

"Oh!"

But as soon as the power of the law was injected, Yuan Gujian bounced it back.

"What's going on? Isn't the power of the law consistent?"

So Song Zheng changed the rules of other attributes, but all were rebounded by Yuan Gujian.

"Oh! Isn't it your personality? I've consumed you today!"

As soon as he thought about it, Song Xun mobilized Chaos Reiki to inject it into the sword. This time, it went exceptionally smoothly. It can be said to be extremely smooth. It was only half a quarter of an hour away. He tempered the sword with Chaos Reiki. For a while, he felt a little more inductive with the sword, and a little more intimacy in his hands.

In addition, the sword also absorbed some of his chaotic aura, and produced some special changes. The sword body, which was not so colorful, appeared more simple and simple, just like a bad iron sword.

At the same time, Song Ye also found the sword spirit space where the sword spirit lived.

Suddenly, a dazzling Jianguang was chopped towards Song Yong's thoughts like lightning.

"what!"

Song Kun was a bit surprised, didn't he say that the sword spirit of this sword had fallen asleep, how could he attack him?

With doubts in his heart, Song Kun moved to the sword spirit space and cut out a sword.

"Oh!"

The two sword lights collided in the void. The sword light cut by Song Kun easily defeated the sword light that attacked him, accompanied by a tender "hey" sound, and a small thing was hit and fly.

As soon as the figure fluttered, the detective grabbed it out, and a fleshly little girl fell into Song Ye's hands.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

The little girl struggled in his hands, but no matter how she struggled, she couldn't escape.

"You are the sword spirit? Why are you so weak?"

Song Yan looked at this little girl strangely, and he looked like two or three years old. As for the strength, it is at most equivalent to the late period of the immortal period. No matter how weak the skill of an ancestral artifact is, the late period of the immortal period.

"Bad guy, let me go, or I'll cry to show you!"

The little girl threatened.

"Snapped!"

Song Yan played her a brain-breaking child with a bad taste, and laughed: "Then you cry and try, how can you be such a weak sword spirit and dare to cry, I will destroy you and get another sword spirit!"

The little girl's sword spirit showed her fear: "Don't! Don't destroy people! They were born, they will become strong after a while!"

"Newborn?"

Song Yan's look was even stranger, pretending to be fierce: "Frankly answer my words, I will let you go, otherwise, I will destroy you!"

"Woohoo, you bully the baby, you are a bad guy, big badass!"

"Don't cry! It will really destroy you!"

Song Yan threatened, as to whether there would be suspicion of bullying a child, can sword spirit count?

The little girl did not dare to cry anymore, and looked at Song Yan pitifully.

"I ask you, how long have you been born?" Song Yan asked.

"It should be just now!" Said the little girl.

With a movement in his heart, Song Yong remembered that when he refined the sword with Chaos Reiki just now, part of the Chaos Reiki was sucked away. Could it be that Chaos Reiki that led to the birth of this little girl?

After all, Chaos Aura is the most powerful aura in the world, and it can be justified to have a special kind of power.

Thinking of this, Song Xuan put a trace of chaos aura into the little girl's body, and sure enough, the little girl absorbed his trace of chaos aura, and there was no sense of disobedience at all.

"Dad! Dad, would you let go of the doll?"

The little girl suddenly shouted at Song Ye.

Hearing that Song Ye was in a stature for a while, he almost fell and stared at the little girl, "Why do you call my father?"

The little girl took it for granted: "The baby was born because of the gas that my father entered!"

After hearing the little girl say that, Song Ye was sure that the aura of chaos led to the birth of the other party.

Suddenly Song Min thought of it, and asked again: "What was your state before?"

"Before, people seemed to be confused and didn't know anything!" The little girl said very seriously.

"So how did you come here?"

"Of course it was my mother who made me!"

"Who is your mother then?"

"Mom is mom!"

"Can you take me to your mother!"

"Okay, dad, let me go first!"

Song Xuan let go of the little girl, and then the girl flew in one direction. As soon as Song Xing's figure moved, she followed.

Before long, the little girl took Song Yong to a place full of cold, snow and ice everywhere.

The little girl continued to fly forward. Finally, at the end of the ice and snow world, there stood an ice sculpture. The little girl pointed at the ice sculpture and said, "Dad, this is mom!"

"Is this the sword spirit before Yuan Gujian?"

Song Yan stared at the ice sculpture and looked up. This ice sculpture didn't leak the slightest breath, just like a dead person, and, with the outline, it can be roughly judged that this ice sculpture is a woman.

After a little hesitation, Song Yan raised his hand, added a sword qi between his fingers, and stroked the ice sculpture.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, the ice layer on the surface of the ice sculpture was cut off by his sword, and a dreamlike and beautiful woman ice sculpture appeared in Song Yan's sight.

"Mom! Wow, look at Dad, Mom is so beautiful!"

The little girl yelled with joy, clapping her palms.

Song Yan's brow frowned slightly, staring at the ice sculpture for a while. The woman looked seventeen or eighteen years old, but there was a faint sorrow between her brows. There was a feeling of sorrow more than death.

Moreover, he also found that the ice sculpture, which is also the sword spirit, should be self-sealed, and the breath on her body is extremely weak. If he did not choose Yuangu sword, I am afraid that this sword spirit will be thorough at most in a few years. destroy.

He thought of Yun Bo's words, condensed a sword-breaking sword, and then broke into the ice sculpture.

no response!

So Song Yan gathered more swords into it.

But there is still no tinkering reaction.

In the end, he tried to break into some cents.

The ice sculpture is still unresponsive!

"It seems that the other party is desperate for death. It seems that this beautiful sword spirit is loyal to her ex-master. However, if you want to die, the young man wants you to die!"

Because if the sword spirit dies, this ancient sword of Yuanyuan will almost become obsolete.

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