Westward Journey into Dragon

Chapter 297 Untitled Chapters

"Cuck!"

On the sun star, golden flames surged into the sky. With a crow's cry, the flame retreated, and a golden crow soared into the sky. It turned into a golden and gorgeous sword in mid-air, and fell into the hands of a stalwart man wearing an emperor's uniform.

In the endless years that followed, the long sword that flew out of the sun star was tied around the waist by a man, worshiped by thousands of monsters, and killed millions of creatures.

During a great battle, the long sword held in the hands of a stalwart man was knocked into the air by a giant who stepped on two dragons, and fell thousands of miles south of Buzhou Mountain. After a loud noise, a crack appeared on the sword, but it was the stalwart man. Self-explosion, as the sword that he sacrificed for thousands of years, was also seriously injured.

The long sword screamed, and the deeply injured sword spirit fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up again, he was already in an abyss of despair:

Corpse monsters are everywhere, evil spirits are everywhere, the world is full of resentment and corpse aura, earth, wind, water and fire are raging, and it is a scene of doomsday.

The power of time is great. The earth, wind, water and fire that have been raging for a long time dissipate without a trace, the corpse demon decays, the resentful spirit collapses, and the corpse aura and resentment also disintegrate under the power of time. Except for the lack of aura and loneliness like snow, here is A rare piece of pure land without fighting.

There was no fight, and the murderous aura accumulated by the long sword for hundreds of millions of years gradually dissipated under the baptism of time.

As time goes by, the power of the long sword becomes weaker and weaker. In order to avoid becoming a pile of scrap iron, the long sword flies around in this abyss of despair, breaks through layers of confusion, finds a place full of fire spirit power, and sinks into the abyss. Absorb the power of the fire spirit from the magma.

In the endless years, the long sword abnormally turned into a golden crow to patrol the abyss, looking for a way out. Although the earth fire is good, it is not as comfortable as the real fire of the sun. Unfortunately, it has not found a way out.

On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month and a certain day, the sword spirit of the Golden Crow Sword did not know which day it was, but the Golden Crow Sword who was recuperating in the magma suddenly felt a familiar aura.

Sensing carefully, the Golden Crow Sword Spirit discovered that it was the breath of the Golden Crow, but there was a dead breath in the breath, and it seemed to be a magic weapon refined from the bones of the Golden Crow.

The sword spirit of the Golden Crow Sword, which was born under Taiyi's will, suddenly felt an emotion called anger, rushed out of the magma inexplicably, and launched a mad attack on a handsome man holding a golden feather...

Devouring the Golden Crow Sword and Sword Spirit, the sword spirit's countless thousands of years of experience rushed into his mind, almost turning Chen Xian into an idiot.

If it weren't for Jianling's pure mind, not having so many distracting thoughts in life, many irrelevant scenes would have been eliminated by him, and the memories of his two lifetimes, which add up to less than fifty, would have been overwhelmed by the memories of Golden Crow Swordling, and he would have lost himself.

The primordial spirit's parasitic practice continues, and the figure of the Golden Crow Sword Spirit changes from golden yellow to pale yellow, and one can see a ball in its belly that is getting bigger and bigger and more golden.

After performing the parasitic Dafa of the Yuanshen, a huge amount of memory rushed into his mind, and Chen Xian was in a dazed state, sitting cross-legged with a demented expression.

Once the primordial spirit parasitic Dafa starts to devour links, the speed will become faster and faster, almost just a blink of an eye, and the somewhat illusory Golden Crow Sword Spirit will disappear silently.

"Alas..." The Golden Crow Sword Spirit dissipated, and Chen Xian, who had been sitting stupidly all this time, suddenly let out a long sigh with vicissitudes of eyes.

"Ugh!" As soon as he finished sighing, Chen Xian couldn't help being taken aback. The disappearance of the Golden Crow Sword Spirit was expected, so he has the right to sigh. Isn't this a fake sympathy?And why are you so vicissitudes, pretending to be deep?

"It seems that the Golden Crow Sword Spirit still has some influence on me!" Chen Xian frowned, a little surprised.

Although he was affected by the experience of the Golden Crow Sword Spirit, Chen Xian didn't care. After a long time, everything would return to normal, and even if it wasn't normal, he would get used to it.

Chen Xianping calmed down, his eyes penetrated the body of the Golden Crow Sword, and landed on the golden ball inside, which was one-fifth of his soul, but he used the parasitic method of the soul to swallow the spirit of the Golden Crow Sword, and was about to transform For the new sword spirit.

Chen Xian may be the first person to seize a sword with the parasitic method of Yuanshen in ancient times, and he doesn't know whether the split Yuanshen can control the Golden Crow Sword after devouring the Golden Crow Sword Spirit.

"bump……"

The golden ball pulses like a human heart, and a new sword spirit is about to be born.

The golden ball pulsated, and its volume began to increase, but within two or three breaths, it expanded two or three times, reaching the size of the previous Golden Crow Sword Spirit, and after growing outwards a circle, it finally stopped.

"Bump! Bump! Bump!..."

The pulsation on the ball became stronger and stronger, and suddenly stopped at a certain period of time.

Eyes dazzled, the golden ball suddenly moved, and a golden dragon with wings on its back suddenly stretched its claws and fangs, raised its head to the sky and screamed: "Oh——"

Feeling that he had absolute control over the newborn sword spirit, Chen Xian put away the soul-suppressing seal and the three seal symbols.

There is no change in the soul-suppressing seal, the aura in the three seal talismans has been consumed a lot, and the talisman paper made of animal skin is also a little burnt, it seems that it is not long.

"Huh? There is actually a force in this sword that is repelling the sword spirit. It must be the power of Taiyi's blood!" Chen Xian Yuanshen communicated with the newly born sword spirit of the Golden Crow Sword, and felt a huge force suppressing the sword spirit. A little depressed.

After all, the Golden Crow Sword was nourished by Tai Yi's countless blood sacrifices, and the power of the blood is so strong that it has such a strong exclusivity. Chen Xian estimated that even if the sword spirit 100% obeys his orders, but under the exclusion of the power of the blood, Now, he can use up to [-]% of the power of the Golden Crow Sword.

The Golden Crow Sword is the ultimate acquired treasure n times faster than the Golden Cudgel, even if it can only use [-]% of its power, it is still a fraction of the Golden Cudgel.Holding the Golden Crow Sword, Chen Xian felt like he was holding a sun. With just a wave of his hand, he could cut out the infinite sun's real fire, burn mountains and seas, and burn some junior golden immortals without any treasures to protect him. .

"It's a pity that I can only use [-]% of the power." Although the [-]% power of the Golden Crow Sword exceeds that of the Golden Cudgel and the Starscar Sword by a galaxy, it's still a pity that it can't use its full power.

"How can we refine the power of this bloodline and exert [-]% of the power of the Golden Crow Sword?" Chen Xian frowned and pondered. He would not be satisfied with only using [-]% of the power of the Golden Crow Sword.

The power of bloodlines is too mysterious. Although Chen Xian has been practicing the True Dragon Nine Styles to purify the dragon bloodlines in his body, he still doesn't understand why he can purify the bloodlines in this way, and he doesn't know how to control the power of bloodlines in the Golden Crow Sword for a while. .

"Take your time, this sword has already been obtained, and there will always be a day when its full power will be developed." Chen Xian ran his finger across the body of the Golden Crow Sword, feeling the majestic power on it and the rejection of himself, quite Some are unwilling to think.

"But this sword has followed me, so it is no longer appropriate to call it the Golden Crow Sword. Judging by the appearance of the sword spirit, it seems to be a mixture of the Golden Crow and the Flood Dragon. It might as well be called the Wujiao... Wulong Sword! Even the master rejects it." The sword is indeed enough for an oolong!" Chen Xian waved the oolong sword and leaned it against his back, there was no suitable scabbard, so that was the only way to go.

"Ordinary magic weapons are almost rotten. Do you want to go to the main battlefield of the Lich that Yanhen mentioned?" Chen Xian stared into the distance, hesitating in his heart.

The main battlefield of the Lich is what Yan Hen said. There must be high-grade magic weapons, but there must be many dangers. I originally thought that the power of the Wulong Sword can be fully exerted. Sharpness, should be able to deal with it calmly in the main battlefield of the Lich, but now it can only use [-]% of the power of the Golden Crow Sword...

"That bitch Yan Hen dared to go to the Lich's main battlefield with a few cannon fodder. She has the congenital spirit treasure, the soul-suppressing seal, and the acquired treasure, the Golden Crow Sword. If she doesn't dare to go, she might as well commit suicide." Chen Xian thought for a while. After thinking about it, he walked against the wind and went straight to the main battlefield of the Lich.

The Golden Crow Sword has dangled in Buzhou Zhiyuan for countless years, and absorbed the memory of the Golden Crow Sword Spirit with the parasitic Dafa of Yuanshen. Chen Xian has a deep understanding of Buzhou Zhiyuan.Those illusions had no effect on him at all, but in a short while, he came to the place where the lich masters fought - a basin with a radius of nearly [-] miles, surrounded by black mist, and occasionally starlight and will-o-the-wisps.

(End of this chapter)