Chapter 1784 Sword Spirit?

Qingshan Courtyard, in a small courtyard.

Song Yan was sitting under a large green tree, holding a simple black long 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 into a deep sleep. If the sword spirit in the sword is not awakened, he may not be able to activate even half of the power of this ancestral immortal weapon.

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

With a thought in his mind, Song Yan began to inject immortal power into the sword.

But after a while, he withdrew the immortal power because he felt that the ancient sword was too slow to refine. Even if he refined it day and night with the immortal power, it would probably take hundreds of years.

Even if you enter the temple and activate a thousand times the time, it will still take several months.

A few months may not be long, but Song Yan didn't have that patience, so the power of law surged out of his hands and began to pour into the sword.

"Bang!"

But as soon as the power of law was injected, it was bounced back by the Yuan Gu sword.

"What's going on? Doesn't the power of law comply?"

So Song Yan changed the rules of other attributes, but they were all bounced back by Yuan Gujian.

"Ha! Are you trying to be a bit individual? I'm going to spend time with you today!"

With a thought in his mind, Song Yan mobilized the chaotic spiritual energy to inject it into the sword. This time, it went extremely smoothly. It could be said to be extremely smooth. In only half a quarter of an hour, he tempered the sword with the chaotic spiritual energy. For a time, he felt a little more connected to the sword, and he felt a little more intimate when holding it in his hand.

Moreover, this sword also absorbed part of his chaotic aura and produced some special changes. The already dull sword body looked even more clumsy, like a rotten iron sword.

At the same time, Song Yan also discovered the sword spirit space where the sword spirit lived in the sword.

Suddenly, a cunning sword light struck Song Yan's thoughts like lightning.

"Huh!"

Song Yan was a little surprised. Didn't it say that the sword spirit of this sword was already asleep? How could it attack him?

With doubts in his heart, Song Yan moved to the sword spirit space and then slashed out with his sword.

"Bang!"

Two sword lights collided in the void. The sword light struck by Song Yan easily defeated the sword light attacking him. With a childish "ouch" sound, a small thing was knocked away.

With a flash of body, he reached out and grabbed it, and a fleshy little girl fell into Song Yan's hands.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

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

"Are you the Sword Spirit? Why are you so weak?"

Song Yan looked at this little girl strangely. She was only two or three years old. As for her strength, it was at most equivalent to the late human immortal stage. No matter how weak the spirit of an ancestral immortal weapon was, it would not be in the late human immortal stage.

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

the little girl threatened.

"Snapped!"

Song Yan slapped her brains out in a playful way, and said with a smile: "Then try crying. How can you be a sword spirit if you are so weak? If you dare to cry, I will kill you and make you a sword spirit again!"

The little girl Sword Spirit showed fear: "No! Don't destroy her! She's just born, she will become stronger after a while!"

"Newborn?"

Song Yan's expression became even weirder, and he pretended to be fierce: "Answer me honestly, and I will let you go, otherwise, I will destroy you!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuancyni2011You bully the doll, you are a bad person, a big bad guy!"

"Stop crying! If you watch it again, I will really kill you!"

Song Yan threatened, as for whether he is suspected of bullying children, can the sword spirit be considered a human being?

As expected, the little girl didn't dare to cry anymore and looked at Song Yan pitifully.

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

"It should have been just now!" the little girl said.

With a thought in his heart, Song Yan remembered that when he used the chaotic spiritual energy to refine the sword, part of the chaotic spiritual energy was sucked away. Could it be that part of the chaotic spiritual energy that led to the birth of this little girl?

After all, chaos aura is the most powerful aura in the world, so it makes sense to have some special powers.

Thinking of this, Song Yan injected a trace of chaotic aura into the little girl's body. Sure enough, the little girl absorbed his chaotic aura without any sense of disobedience.

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

The little girl suddenly shouted to Song Yan.

Hearing this, Song Yan staggered and almost fell. He stared at the little girl and said, "Why did you call me daddy?"

The little girl said matter-of-factly: "Because it was the gas that daddy injected that made the baby born!"

Hearing what the little girl said, Song Yan was sure that it was the chaotic aura that caused the birth of the other party.

Suddenly Song Yan thought of something and asked again: "Then what was your previous state?"

"In the past, people seemed to be in a daze and didn't know anything!" the little girl said very seriously.

"Then how did you get here?"

"Of course Mom made me!"

"Then who is your mother?"

"Mom is mom!"

"Then can you take me to your mother!"

"Okay, Dad, please let me go first!"

Song Yan let go of the little girl, and then the little girl flew in one direction. Song Yan followed her as soon as she moved.

After not flying for long, the little girl took Song Yan to a place full of cold, with ice and snow all over the sky.

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

"Could this be the previous sword spirit of Yuan Gujian?"

Song Yan stared at the ice sculpture and looked at it. This ice sculpture did not leak any breath, just like a lifeless dead thing. Moreover, based on its outline, it could be roughly judged that this ice sculpture was a woman.

After a moment's hesitation, Song Yan raised his hand, with a sword energy between his fingers, and then struck the ice sculpture.

"Crash!"

Suddenly, the ice layer on the surface of the ice sculpture was scratched away by his sword energy, and a dreamlike and unparalleled ice sculpture of a woman appeared in Song Yan's sight.

"Mom! Wow, dad, look, mom is so beautiful!"

The little girl clapped her hands and shouted happily.

Song Yan frowned slightly and stared at the ice sculpture for a while. This woman looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, but there was a faint sadness between her eyebrows, and there was no greater sadness than a feeling of death.

Moreover, he also discovered that the ice sculpture, also known as the Sword Spirit, should be self-sealed, and the aura on her body was extremely weak. If he had not chosen the Yuan Gu Sword, I am afraid that in a few years at most, this Sword Spirit would be completely destroyed. destroy.

He thought of Yun Bo's words, condensed a sky-shattering sword intent, and then penetrated into the ice sculpture.

no response!

So Song Yan gathered more sword intent and penetrated it.

But still no reaction at all.

Finally, he tried to tap into some of the immortal energy.

The ice sculpture still didn't respond!

"It seems that the other party wants to die. It seems that this beautiful sword spirit is loyal enough to her former master! However, if you want to die, I don't want you to die!"

Because if the sword spirit dies, this ancient sword will be almost useless.