Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 929

[Chapter 929 The real body of Jianzu?]

In the next instant, Ding Hao pressed the azure blue primordial concentrate on the rust sword of the magic knife.

This is not the end.

Ding Hao exerted force on both palms, and wiped the palms over the blade. Immediately, red blood splattered out, dipping into the Primordial Mother Concentrate and the rust sword of the magic knife.

Then something wonderful happened.

The blood and the mother’s mother concentrate were fused together, as if alive, and automatically spread towards the blade of the rust sword of the magic knife. The separation and sprouts were like a thread of blood, wrapped around the rust sword of the magic knife, faintly as if It is about infiltrating the blade and the blade.

Ding Hao did not hesitate, and immediately ran the formula taught by Jianzu.

In the sea of consciousness, the divine consciousness revolved like a galactic vortex.

Ding Hao slowly closed his eyes.

The moment I closed my eyes, it was dark.

Then the darkness of the eyes soon changed, and everything disappeared, replaced by a vast world of ice and snow, where the cold wind whistled, snowflakes and ice slag danced, everything between heaven and earth seemed to be frozen, the sky was dark, and the ground was white. A strange color contrast is formed.

Between heaven and earth, there is an air of sadness.

“This is… time in the rusted sword!”

Ding Hao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood. What he saw in front of him was exactly the world of swords that Jianzu said before. The rust sword, a taboo weapon, gave birth to a small world inside, and he just urged Jianzu to stay. The following formula, using Yuan mother concentrate and own blood essence as the medium, finally entered the inner small world of Rusty Sword.

The first step is complete.

Ding Hao was a little curious. Rusty Sword is so powerful, what kind of secrets does it contain? Can we discover its origins this time?

He soon discovered that he was completely an outsider. Snowflakes passed through his body as if through the air. He watched all this blankly. Suddenly, a hurricane blew, and ice cubes and snowflakes flew.

Yes, this is because it was not his own body that entered this small world of Rusty Sword.

but his own consciousness.

In the deafening roar, the icebergs were wrapped up by the hurricane and flew high into the sky, constantly colliding with each other, shattering, and the ice slag splashed, like the end of the world, the wind was so strong that it was beyond normal. laws of physics.

The snow and ice on the ground were removed layer by layer.

Then the following thing that shocked Ding Hao was revealed——

It turned out to be a huge humanoid corpse!

A corpse that is completely beyond the limit of Ding Hao’s imagination. It is too huge. Ding Hao is in the high sky. Looking down, it is like seeing a vast continent. It can only be vaguely recognized from the outline. is the corpse.

The wind swept up the icebergs and snow, and stirred the long hair and beard of this huge corpse, as if the ocean was boiling.

The more Ding Hao looked, the more shocked he became.

This giant didn’t know how terrifying it was before he was alive. Even if he died at this time, he exuded a terrifying and suffocating pressure. He suddenly realized that the hurricane was not naturally generated, but the residual power of the corpse. The pressure agitates the air, creating a turbulent air flow.

Upon closer inspection, this giant’s corpse has a clear face and recognizable appearance. It is an extremely burly giant. Its eyebrows are like mountains and forests, and its nose is like a peak supporting the sky.

“Yes, it turns out that every time I used the rusty sword before, the forbidden power that I exerted came out from this corpse…”

Ding Hao suddenly realized in his heart.

The power of the rusty sword is precisely the remaining coercion of this huge corpse. Every time he injects profound energy to activate the rusted sword, he actually volatilizes the coercive power of the corpse through the rusted sword… This is really Incredible!

Just the residual coercive power of the corpse can defeat the powerhouse of the gods. How terrifying is the power of this corpse before his death?

What state has it reached?

Could it be… a fairy?

Only the legendary supreme immortal, even if he has died for thousands of years, will still have such power and coercion. Apart from this, there is no other explanation.

Ding Hao’s mind went numb.

He never imagined that such a secret would exist in the small world of Rusty Sword, such a terrifying corpse, he must have been very famous during his lifetime, even the supreme ruler of a world, why would he sleep in this small world of Rusty Sword?

With the outbreak of the coercive storm, Ding Hao felt that he was like rice husks in the storm.

“No, although my spiritual consciousness has reached the realm of [True Self], which is more solid than that of ordinary spiritual powerhouses, but facing the terrifying coercion of a suspected immortal’s corpse, it is still difficult to hold for a long time, and it is about to disperse. It’s gone!”

Ding Hao was startled for a while, and quickly lifted off into the sky, trying to avoid being swept by this coercive storm.

Once his own is torn and shattered, it means that his consciousness will collapse and he has to withdraw from the small world inside the rusty sword. This attempt is equal to a failure. Not only will the sword ancestor not be able to enter the rusted sword, but his own consciousness will also suffer heavy losses.

This is the danger that Jianzu said before, right?

Ding Hao understood a little.

“It’s too dangerous here, your consciousness can’t support it for half an hour, don’t stay here for too long, go and find the sword soul…” Jianzu’s voice sounded in Ding Hao’s mind.

Ding Hao froze in his heart, and turned his attention away from the huge suspected immortal corpse, looking for the soul of the Rusty Sword.

According to Jianzu, the rust sword has a very high rank. Like a weapon of this level, there is a sword spirit and sword soul in it. However, because the rust sword is seriously damaged, I am afraid that the sword spirit and sword spirit inside it. Dead or fallen, or in an extremely weak state of slumber.

Ding Hao must find the place where the sword spirit and sword soul fell or the place where they slept in this small world of rusty swords, so that he can guide the sword ancestors into it, and instead, become the new sword spirit and sword soul.

Ding Hao was searching in this small world of ice and snow.

After about a stick of incense, the wind, snow, hail, and impacted icebergs fell to the ground again. The coercive force of the huge corpse disappeared, and it was covered by snowflakes and ice again. Ding Hao guessed that this was suspected to be the coercion of the corpse of a fairy. Eruptions may be intermittent.

I don’t know how long it took, Ding Hao finally came to an ice peak that towered into the clouds like a sharp sword.

A soft and faint brilliance flickered on the top of the ice peak.

“That is the sword spirit of the rusty sword, lean over carefully.” Jianzu’s voice sounded, slightly excited.

As soon as Ding Hao thought about it, he soared into the sky, and in an instant he came to the top of this ice and snow sword peak.

A group of soft silver brilliance, like the afterglow of the setting sun, flickered on the tip of the ice peak.

Ding Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and observed carefully.

This group of brilliance is about two or three meters in diameter, oval in shape, suspended on the top of the ice and snow sword, flickering brightly and darkly, with a very weak breath expanding and contracting, there is no consciousness fluctuation, it is completely like death things in general.

“It’s dead…”

Sword Master sighed.

Rusty Sword’s sword spirit and sword soul have no life consciousness fluctuations, indicating that it has long since died, and this group of silver brilliance is only the last trace it left in the small world of Rusty Sword, which proves that it once existed. There is no power in control.

“This white brilliance is the embryo of the original sword spirit. It is the most primitive basis for the birth of the sword spirit without a sword. It has no conscious soul, just a mass of aura, which is the embodiment of the sword’s own vitality,” Jianzu said. The voice sounded, explaining: “Only the divine sword that can produce the embryo of the sword spirit can give birth to its own will. Once the sword master has a connection and resonance with this will, it can reach the realm of the unity of man and sword. , control the Divine Sword at will, and exert the greatest power of the sword.”

With this solemn voice, a light and shadow image of a handsome young man appeared in front of Ding Hao’s eyes.

I saw that he was wearing a high crown, and the ancient golden dragon-shaped hairpin passed through the crown like golden silk. The hairline above the eyebrows was inlaid with a piece of ancient and beautiful jade. The Confucian scholar is generally gentle and gentle, with a smile like the spring breeze, which makes people feel like bathing in the spring breeze.

Ding Hao was stunned for a moment, then he understood immediately, and said dumbfoundedly, “You…are…the Sword Master Senior?”

The scholar smiled slightly and said, “Yes, it’s me.”

Ding Hao opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say.

I have imagined the image of this black-bellied and hated old monster thousands of times, but I never imagined that it would turn out to be such a handsome young man with a gentle and Confucian temperament. The style of doing things.

“Isn’t it a surprise?” Jianzu smiled slightly, and suddenly there was a hint of pride in the depths of his eyes, and said: “Hahaha, boy, don’t be fooled by my handsome appearance and dashing temperament, I am actually a very handsome man. Ordinary and ordinary people.”

Ding Hao: “…”

How can I be confused by you, I just think your appearance is a little bit inconsistent with your humble and wretched temperament, okay?

Ding Hao did not express the spit in his heart.

at this time–

“I’m a bah! It’s worthy of being an old thing that needs face until death. It’s tens of thousands of years old. Do you dare to show your true face to others?” The voice of the ancestor suddenly sounded, and sneered: “For your poor Vanity, to use the appearance of the former master to deceive Xiao Dingzi, I can’t stand it anymore.”

Jianzu was stunned, and suddenly burst into anger, saying: “You damn mad woman, come to demolish my stage again, what happened to my tens of thousands of years old? Ah? You are more than 10,000 years old yourself? One? A long-lived man is as strong as a tower, a ten-thousand-year-old woman is tofu scum, you should take care of yourself first!”

The voice fell.

With a bang, the brilliance dissipated, and the light and shadow of the handsome scholar disappeared.