Chapter 283 The Cost of Transformation

During the constant forging, the sword quickly took shape.

Fang Mu's style is simple and unpretentious, which is reflected in this sword, that is, it has no sword pavilion or sword head at all.

Overall, it looks like a flat long stick, giving people a rather strange feeling.

However, Fang Mu obviously did not think that there was anything wrong with his sword.

As the sword blank gradually took shape, Fang Mu's eyes became more and more eager, and the frequency of forging became higher and higher.

In fact, according to the normal sword-making process, this sword blank has been formed at this point, and the blade needs to be carefully polished.

But Fang Mu obviously will not follow the normal process.

He still slapped the sword body, vowing to slap out the blade together.

For ordinary people, doing this is simply a fantasy, but for Fang Mu, this is just the most basic energy control.

As the crisp sounds echoed, strands of hot and sharp breath emanated from the sword body, and where the hot breath passed, the sword edge became visibly sharper.

After a long time, Fang Mu stopped beating.

At this time, the sword had been completely formed.

Its blade was straight, and it was even sharper than the finely polished divine sword.

Fang Mu held the hilt and swung two sword flowers, nodded with satisfaction and said: "Not bad!"

In fact, the quality of this newly forged divine sword was still somewhat different from Fang Mu's initial expectations.

But after a failed sword forging, Fang Mu was barely satisfied with getting such a divine sword.

Dang!

He flicked it lightly, and a sword intent that was not particularly pure but extremely sharp spread out.

The quality of this divine sword has reached a limit.

Although the spiritual charm in it is far from comparable to that of his godson, it is completely sufficient as a divine sword.

The most important thing is that it is a normal divine sword.

"Not bad, not bad..."

The little guy next to him seemed to feel Fang Mu's mood, and a smile appeared on his originally timid face.

He ran over and hugged Fang Mu's thighs, saying in a baby voice: "Daddy!"

Hearing this voice again, Fang Mu's mood calmed down a lot.

He pinched the little guy's head and lifted him up.

The little guy was not afraid this time. His somewhat disproportionate big eyes blinked and looked at Fang Mu.

Fang Mu curled his lips and said: "You just took shape immediately after being cast. You are full of spirit. From now on, you will be called Fang Lingyun."

Fang Lingyun's big eyes blinked a few times and muttered: "Lingyun, Daddy!"

Fang Mu: "..."

Although this newly born little guy is full of spirit, his IQ does not seem to be particularly high.

Fang Mu sighed softly, and then held the little guy's head and coiled it up.

Fang Lingyun's facial features were squeezed together again.

But he seemed to enjoy this process. His two little hands kept interacting with Fang Mu, and even his two chubby legs kicked from time to time.

Fang Mu casually collected the ball of golden water on the ground.

These golden waters were impurities that Fang Lingyun had sifted out when forging the sword, and there was no spirituality in them at all.

But no matter what, this thing was made by melting the magic sword, and now it has absorbed the star flames, which can be regarded as a rare treasure of heaven and earth.

After putting it into the storage ring, Fang Mu turned into a stream of light and flew towards the direction where Zao Xuan was.

At this time, the surrounding star flames had spread to within dozens of miles around Zao Xuan.

Although Zao Xuan tried his best to resist, the temperature around him was still slowly rising.

Just as he was hesitating whether to retreat further, a sword light lit up and dispelled the surrounding flames.

Zao Xuan hurriedly looked in the direction where the sword light came from, and indeed found Fang Mu's figure.

His eyes lit up and said, "Your sword... eh?"

He had just said half of his words when he saw Fang Lingyun held in Fang Mu's hand.

Fang Mu was alone when he left, but he had a child when he came back.

This made Zaoxuan stunned.

Just when he was stunned, Fang Lingyun suddenly broke free from Fang Mu's big hand and floated directly to Zaoxuan's side.

"Brother!"

Zaoxuan was stunned again.

He looked at Fang Mu, then at the little guy in front of him, and said in surprise: "He..."

Before he could ask the doubts in his heart, Fang Mu smiled and said: "He is my son!"

Zaoxuan: "???"

He never thought that Fang Mu went to the surface of the star and brought back a son.

Just when he was confused, Fang Lingyun rode directly on his shoulders.

The little guy grabbed Zaoxuan's hair with one hand, and pointed at Fang Mu with the other hand, saying in a baby voice:

"Brother, this is Daddy!"

Zaoxuan: "..."

Zaoxuan, who had just come back to his senses, was suddenly confused again.

The corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, and he pointed at the little guy riding on his shoulder and asked: "Is he... the magic sword you just forged?"

At this time, Zao Xuan had seen through Fang Lingyun's background.

But he had never seen a magic sword take shape immediately after it was forged, so he asked this question.

Fang Mu nodded and said: "There was a little accident when forging the sword, which made me change my previous plan.

At that time..."

He briefly explained the process of Fang Lingyun's transformation, and then asked:

“Before this little guy transformed, his sword intent was very sharp.

Why is he so much weaker after transforming? "

Zao Xuan was still digesting what Fang Mu had just said.

After thinking for a moment, he slowly nodded and said: "This kind of thing is actually quite normal.

Before we transformed, we were just swords, all for killing.

In that state, the sword intent is naturally the most powerful.

But after taking form, we are living beings.

In this process, our power form will undergo a transformation, from pure sword intent to spiritual intelligence, potential and other characteristics possessed by living beings.

Therefore, judging from the sword intent alone, the combat power of the divine sword will indeed be weaker after it takes shape. "

Fang Mu said thoughtfully: "The cost of spiritual transformation is so high..."

Zao Xuan nodded and said, "That's natural.

Although there is spirituality in the divine sword, it is still not an easy task to turn into a living being.

It is precisely because of this that the cultivating lineage suppresses the spiritual intelligence of the living beings when refining weapons.

But for us, transformation is instinctive.

After transforming, although we temporarily lost our previous combat power, we gained new life and a broader world.

If the opportunity is right, it won't take long for us to regain our previous combat power. "

"How long won't it take?"

Fang Mu glanced at Zao Xuan and questioned: "But it seems that you have been decadent in Canglang Realm for thousands of years before you regained the state of transcendence."

Zao Xuan, who was a little excited just now, suddenly didn't want to talk anymore.

He looked speechless and said: "My situation is quite special and cannot be generalized.

And even if I didn't return to the realm of transcendence at that time, I still had combat power comparable to that of the realm of transcendence. "

"oh……"