Chapter 281 Unexpected Changes

Originally, the momentum of the broken swords that emitted the last buzzing sound had already begun to weaken.

But as the formation diagram was drawn, a new force was integrated into it.

Under the guidance of this force, the broken sword intents collided with each other, either actively or passively.

Most of these intertwined sword intents did not merge peacefully, but began to fight each other.

In just a moment, more than ten sword intents were chopped off.

Those broken swords that chopped off their companions were more or less damaged, after all, the essence of these magic swords was not much different.

Under normal circumstances, even the most powerful magic sword could not chop off a few of its kind.

But at this moment, they were in the starry flames.

After the broken sword spirits were chopped off, the spirituality in them was directly absorbed by other magic swords.

And the gold water melted by the broken swords was also eaten by other broken swords.

Just because Fang Mu changed his mind, this small formation diagram was transformed from an ordinary furnace into a killing field for magic swords.

The broken swords attacked the companions around them crazily.

Fang Mu frowned slightly as he looked at the sword lights flashing continuously below.

This change was beyond his expectations again.

His original intention was just to stimulate the spirituality in the broken swords, and he didn't want to turn this place into a breeding ground for Gu.

Fang Mu couldn't say that he didn't reject breeding Gu.

After all, he, the Demon Lord, also grew up in constant killing, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was the King of Gu.

But the ones fighting each other in the formation diagram were not Gu, but broken swords.

This seemed a bit weird.

Fang Mu had never thought that swords could be practiced like this.

'It seems something is wrong, did I make a mistake in which step just now? '

Just as he frowned and thought, the divine swords below had begun to devour each other.

Those divine swords that devoured their own kind became stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Their swords became sharper and sharper, and their spiritual charm became stronger and stronger.

In a short moment, several divine swords were faintly formed.

The quality of the divine swords with the strongest sword intent was quite good. Even though they were not fully formed, they were no weaker than the Broken Cloud Sword before it was broken.

But Fang Mu was not happy about this. Instead, he frowned even more deeply.

Although he was not a pure sword cultivator, he still felt that the divine swords made in this way should not be considered as proper swords.

‘What went wrong…’

Just when Fang Mu was puzzled, a broken sword with not very sharp sword intent appeared in his sight.

Compared with the other divine swords that still existed at this moment, the sword intent of this broken sword was quite weak, and the sword body looked quite broken.

But Fang Mu felt the breath that other divine swords did not have in the sword intent of this sword.

That was a pure sword intent!

Because it had not devoured its own kind until now.

In the killing field below, this sword intent seemed quite out of place.

However, it made Fang Mu's eyes brighten, and his thoughts suddenly became clear.

Fang Mu finally knew what was wrong.

The problem is not his operation, but these broken swords themselves!

These divine swords were chopped into pieces by Zao Xuan, a fellow, and their spirits were more or less tainted with a trace of unwillingness.

The unwilling will fermented wantonly in the sword tomb, and finally condensed into a strong demonic energy, and also gave birth to the demon Wu Zonghui.

After thousands of years of infection in the demonic energy, these broken swords are no longer the original divine swords, they have degenerated into demonic swords!

If Fang Mu was a pure sword cultivator, he would have discovered the problem at the first time.

But he happened to be a demon cultivator, so he subconsciously ignored the demonic nature in it, and was instead infected by the buzzing sound, and subconsciously promoted this kind of Gu-raising sword training.

If Fang Mu wanted to refine a demon sword, it would not be a big problem.

As the demon king of this world, no matter what kind of demon sword is in his hands, it can only surrender.

But Fang Mu's attempt to refine a divine sword is likely to fail.

It was not until he saw the sword that was constantly weakened but still refused to devour its kind that he finally figured everything out.

And his gaze towards the broken sword also changed slightly.

Although the sword intent emanating from this broken sword was not very strong, it was the only sword that maintained its pure sword intent during the thousands of years of demonic erosion.

Not only that, it also shattered several swords in succession without devouring any of its kind.

Perhaps thousands of years ago, this sword was not very outstanding.

But after sleeping in the sword tomb full of demonic energy for thousands of years, it has become the most dazzling of all the swords.

Even those of its kind with sword intent soaring into the sky could not cover up its brilliance!

Fang Mu felt the sword intent that was suppressed continuously but still pure, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise high.

At this moment, he had already selected the sword spirit he needed.

With a single hand, he pressed lightly, and all the swords that had sword intent soaring into the sky because they devoured many of their kind collapsed.

Without the support of the sword, the sword body instantly melted into pools of golden water under the calcination of the star flames.

After all the sword bodies melted, Fang Mu pressed again.

The impurities in the golden water were completely precipitated.

In order to completely remove the impurities in the golden water, Fang Mu almost wasted 90% of the golden water in this process.

If Zao Xuan saw this scene, he would probably be heartbroken.

But Fang Mu didn't care at all.

The remaining ten percent of gold water, under his control, was melted into the selected broken sword drop by drop.

Because there was no residual spiritual consciousness of other magic swords in the gold water, the sword spirit selected by Fang Mu did not get direct nourishment.

And this pure magic sword does not need the nourishment of other sword spirits at all.

Thousands of years of burial are the best nutrients for it.

Although it is weak, it is extremely pure!

Now the only thing it lacks is a perfect sword body.

It only needs to complete its sword body, and it will be a magic sword that can cut through the world!

Compared with cultivating sword spirits, forging sword bodies is much simpler.

After Fang Mu's operation, a top-level sword body that condensed the essence of more than a hundred magic swords appeared in front of him.

When the pure sword spirit merged with the brand-new sword body, an inexplicable breath suddenly descended on the burning star.

This is the rhythm of heaven and earth.

It's done!

The recognition of heaven and earth made Fang Mu smile.

Although the quality of this magic sword cannot be seen now, it can attract the attention of heaven and earth, which at least proves that it has reached the quality of heavenly spirit.

Just when Fang Mu was about to collect it, the magic sword suddenly moved.

Its sword tip suddenly began to fork and quickly extended to the center of the sword body.

In Fang Mu's stunned eyes, the two sword tips that had just separated began to expand rapidly and turned into two slender, crystal legs.

At the same time, the bulges at both ends of the sword pavilion also began to stretch rapidly, turning into two even thinner arms.

And the small bulge on the sword head also condensed facial features in the continuous expansion, and finally became a small head.

This series of changes made Fang Mu a little confused.

'This... transformed! ? '

Just when Fang Mu was stunned, the magic sword that had just transformed was also looking around.

After looking around for a week, a pair of bright and penetrating big eyes finally locked on Fang Mu in front of him.

"Dad!"

The little guy opened his arms and rushed towards Fang Mu.

Fang Mu's mouth twitched as he stretched out two fingers and pinched the little guy's neck.

He grabbed the little guy's neck and shook it, saying with an unhappy face: "Change back quickly!"

Sword Spirit: "..."