Douluo's Heroic Spirit

Chapter 151 The Blade of Noxie

Nokxi looked down at Wu Ling, the fire of the soul was beating slightly, with a trace of tension and hesitation, as well as a desire for life. Any creature is instinctively afraid of death, which has nothing to do with strength.

This is even more so for Noxie. As a sacred dragon, he was actually seriously injured in battle and finally died, but in order to 'survive', he tried every means to preserve his spiritual imprint, and plunged himself into a life-or-death situation. The situation is not completely dead.

It wasn't until he was completely dead in the original book, and his consciousness was obliterated like other dragon souls here, that a new sacred dragon reappeared in the Seven Dragon City.

It is precisely because he is afraid of death that Nuoxi cherishes every opportunity to "live", and at this time he is also worried that Wu Ling will go back on his word.

Wu Ling looked up at Nokshi, and accurately caught a strange brilliance flashing in Nokshi's weak soul fire.He looked at the piece of dragon soul mother tree essence, and then asked: "This piece of dragon soul wood becomes extremely hard after being tempered. I think you have a way to cut and transform it."

In fact, Wu Ling is not without a solution, but he can save a little when he is away from home, and he is also a little greedy for those things on the sacred dragon.

Nuoxi didn't know what Wu Ling was thinking, and it was right in his arms, just like what he said to Ye Yinzhu in the original book, "Even an external artifact-level weapon can't break through the tyrannical dragon soul in the dragon soul tree. Bless, to cut it, there is only one thing that can do it."

The huge milky white light lit up again, but this time it was not the fire of Nokshi's soul. He took out something from somewhere, and it slowly fell in front of Wu Ling.It was a long horn, about two meters in length.

This long horn itself has a special aura, which does not belong to any kind of magic element, but it is related to all the magic elements in Emperor Qin's universe, as if it was originally formed by the condensation of magic elements.The dragon soul breath it has, although not as huge as the dragon soul wood, is much more pure.

"This is my former horn. It fell off when I died. Only the weapon made from my sacred dragon horn can break through the dragon soul protection of this top-level dragon soul wood."

Noxie continued to speak: "My soul power is running out, but it should be able to help you refine it into a weapon. What kind of weapon do you need!"

Noxie looked very respectful, as if he chose to bow his knees and become a licking dog in order to survive. He was extremely humble and did not fit his status as a sacred dragon at all.

After thinking for a while, Wu Ling said: "The material of this dragon horn is precious, so it doesn't need to be refined too much, just change the shape a little bit, let's make a Dragon Soul Knife."

"Ok."

Noxie nodded without any hesitation and said, "It is my honor to serve you, and this is also the trace that I can leave in this world."

While Noxi spoke, the fire of the soul flickered again. This time, the pale golden light appeared directly and quietly merged into the two-meter-long horn. This was the spiritual imprint of the origin of the sacred dragon Noxi His last strength.

Under the effect of the pale golden light, the horn of the sacred dragon began to condense and change, its volume shrunk a circle, and in the process it also took on the shape of a long knife.

The first appearance is the hilt, the length of the hilt is about [-] centimeters. In other words, it cannot be described by the hilt, because it is completely in the shape of a dragon. The white and crystal dragon Lin has a slender and perfect body , Even the tiny lines of the dragon's claws are so clear. It makes the whole white dragon come alive.

Needless to say, this is the image of the sacred dragon Noxie before his death. The huge soul breath seems to rush out of the blade, but under the influence of the spiritual brand of the sacred dragon Noxie, the sacred dragon Dilong The power of the soul gradually converges, and the end of the hilt is the dragon's tail. The entire body of the dragon forms the hilt, and the somewhat exaggerated dragon head rises. The dragon's mouth opens, and the blade looks like it is spraying from the dragon's mouth. extend.

The material of the blade and the handle are exactly the same, the whole body is crystal clear, and the milky white halo flows, as if it is half alive, containing indescribable magical fluctuations, and the brilliance fluctuates.There seems to be a layer of fog on the blade, a fog formed by magic elements.

After the saber was made, it slowly fell in front of Wu Ling, and Noksi, who had done all this, seemed rather sluggish, with erratic breath.

"This is indeed a good knife, you have a heart." In the dragon domain, Wu Ling looked at the dragon soul knife in front of him, with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes. This sword was cast entirely from the horn of a sacred dragon. , from the point of view of the material alone, it is absolutely top-notch, it does not need flexibility, only rigidity, which is indestructible rigidity.

"My horn is also considered to be unique. It contains the most essential part of me. It was influenced by the dragon soul essence in my mind at the beginning. There are many dragon soul breaths in it." Nuoxi said again at this time. He opened the mouth and said: "This knife is actually a magic weapon of all series, the real series, including dark elements. Its sharpness can almost ignore all magic defenses and physical defenses, and its power is huge." Wu Ling listened After listening to his words, he nodded in satisfaction. Although after leaving this world, the ability to "destroy demons" will most likely disappear, but at that time he will reforge it again.

The fire of soul in Noxie's eyes was beating slightly, and his voice was full of emotion, "This may be the last useful thing I left behind. It was made from my horn, sir, can you name it after me? It can be regarded as leaving a little trace of me in this world."

"Noxie Blade? It's not such a bad name." Hearing this, Wu Ling raised his hand slightly, and the Noxie Blade moved immediately, and then spontaneously flew into his palm. among.

The moment he got the saber in his hands, he immediately felt a pure elemental energy rushing into his body along his fingers and wrists.

In an instant, the Dragon Soul Knife seemed to fit perfectly with his hand, and bursts of coolness spread into his body, which was indescribably comfortable.

He flicked his hand lightly, a layer of milky white light that was almost like a phantom flashed. Although the saber was big, it seemed to be as light as nothing. A string of silver lights streaked across the sky. Shooting three feet, the clear dragon chant sounded through the air, taking people's hearts away.

Wu Ling held the Noxie Blade, suddenly a burst of energy entered his body, the milky white light flashed and disappeared, the knife seemed to come alive, turning into a slender white dragon, spinning around his palm stand up.

A cloud of white light shot up into the sky, pointing directly at the dark night sky, a slender white dragon wrapped around his right hand, and the milky white divine light continuously vented.

A brand new and pure emotion appeared in my mind, it was jumping happily, greeting myself kindly.

Yes, it was a new soul, a strange soul.Noxie watched quietly from the side, the much weakened soul fire in his eyes fluctuated violently for a while, showing a bit of gloom.

The white light finally subsided gradually, and a small dragon appeared in the palm of Wu Ling's right hand. Following his mind, it continued to swim and change postures. The milky white color was not so dazzling, and the eyes of the dragon's head were two silver stars. It looks lifelike.

Nuoxi explained at this time: "Your Excellency, this artifact was born, and you are the first breath of life it encounters. It will naturally attach to you and recognize you as its master. From now on, no one will You can use it again. Unless you are dead. I think you can manipulate it to change so many forms, and you must have mastered its use method.” Wu Ling flipped it over, and the young silver dragon instantly transformed into A small dagger moved slightly again, and it changed into another form, changing at will, it can be called a wishful magic weapon.

(End of this chapter)