Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

"Haha, I just want to study it." Yang Ling smiled faintly and shook his head, not taking the weapon spirit's words to heart.

However, just as he was about to approach the broken sword to take a closer look, a tremendous pressure burst out from the broken sword.

In an instant, Yang Ling's face turned pale and his steps stopped.

His body began to tremble and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Master, are you okay?" the spirit of the weapon shouted anxiously.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ling spat out a mouthful of blood and fell straight to the ground, unconscious.

"Boom~"

At the moment Yang Ling fell to the ground, the broken sword made a violent roar.

Then, Yang Ling only felt a vast energy flowing into his mind through his dantian.

In an instant, huge waves rose in his sea of ​​consciousness.

At the same time, mysterious lines appeared and were imprinted in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Boom~"

A brilliant bolt of lightning streaked across the sky in Yang Ling's sea of ​​consciousness.

An extremely powerful torrent of memories instantly filled his mind.

These memories were so overwhelming that Yang Ling felt like his head was about to explode.

"Ah!" A scream came from Yang Ling's mouth.

At this moment, his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred, as if he would sink into eternal darkness if he was not careful.

"Master, wake up!" the spirit of the weapon shouted.

But Yang Ling still didn't respond.

The weapon spirit took a deep breath, raised its hand and slapped Yang Ling's cheek hard.

However, Yang Ling still kept his eyes closed, as if he was in some mysterious state.

"Master, wake up quickly!" the spirit of the weapon shouted loudly.

Finally, after shouting for three or four minutes, Yang Ling slowly opened his eyes.

But his pupils had completely changed. The originally dark red pupils now shone with a light blue light.

Moreover, strange runes appeared in his pupils.

These runes exuded an icy aura, causing the weapon spirit nearby to shiver.

The scene after Yang Ling woke up made the spirit of the weapon feel very frightened.

He looked at Yang Ling anxiously and asked worriedly, "Master, are you okay?"

Yang Ling was silent for a while before he said, "I'm fine."

Hearing Yang Ling's words, the weapon spirit heaved a sigh of relief and said happily: "That's good! Master, you really scared me to death just now."

After saying that, the weapon spirit advised: "Master, let's leave this space first! It's better for us to stay away from the broken sword."

However, just as the weapon spirit was about to leave, Yang Ling's voice suddenly rang out: "Weapon spirit, this broken sword is not simple, do you really not recognize it?"

Yang Ling's question made the weapon spirit's steps freeze. He chuckled, trying to get away with it: "Master, I really don't recognize this broken sword."

Yang Ling quietly looked at the laughing spirit.

Facing the weapon spirit's direct eyes, Yang Ling could only sigh helplessly.

"Ah..." He sighed again.

"This sword is called the Demon-Slaying Sword. It was once one of the most famous divine weapons in ancient times." The spirit of the weapon spoke slowly.

“Rumor has it that it once slew rampant dragons and evil demons that disturbed the peace of the world!” The weapon spirit’s words shocked Yang Ling’s heart.

“It can actually kill evil dragons and demons? No wonder I had that feeling before, this sword is indeed extraordinary.” Yang Ling murmured to himself after hearing this, with an inexplicable excitement welling up in his heart.

At this moment, Yang Ling was slightly excited.

Although the sword is broken, it still retains its extraordinary aura.

The pressure he exuded alone caused him, who was about to form a pill, to fall into illusions frequently, and even his soul suffered some damage.

And this is just the pressure of the broken sword.

Yang Ling had a hunch that if he could control this sword, his combat power would soar.

"Shh!"

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt dizzy and shook his head hurriedly. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Afterwards, he looked in surprise at the broken sword that was still standing in the center of the valley. The aura it exuded was still powerful, and even at this moment, he could still feel a hint of pressure.

With a "thump", Yang Ling fell to the ground.

At the same time, he discovered that there were slight cracks in his spiritual platform.

The spiritual platform, which had become more solid because of the "Enlightenment Platform", was now covered with tiny cracks.

"How could this happen? Could it be the pressure from the broken sword?"

Yang Ling lay on the ground, his face full of bitterness.

He never expected that he would be injured by the pressure of a broken sword.

However, he had no time to think at this moment. Yang Ling quickly sat up cross-legged and circulated the true energy in his body.

Then, his gaze turned to the broken sword again.

Even though only half of the sword was left, it was still extremely sharp, especially the golden glow, which was even more frightening.

"Master, this broken sword is a peerless weapon and should not be touched lightly!" Seeing that Yang Ling still refused to give up, the weapon spirit hurriedly reminded him.

But Yang Ling ignored it, with a determined light in his eyes. He reached out and grasped the broken sword, but to his shock, the toughness of the broken sword was far beyond his imagination.

The muscles in his right arm were tense and veins bulged, but he only managed to pull out a little of the broken sword.

"Master, please don't force yourself!" the spirit of the weapon shouted anxiously.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ling was thrown away by the sword energy of the broken sword.

"boom!"

The power of this broken sword was far beyond Yang Ling's expectations.

As he fell to the ground, he suddenly heard a roar.

Yang Ling suddenly turned his head and saw a ten-foot-tall stone statue slowly rising from the ground. It was covered with scales and looked extremely ferocious.

"What is this?" Yang Ling blurted out in surprise.

"Crack!" Before he could finish his words, the stone statue swung its fist at him.

In an instant, the void was shattered, and the strong wind raged. Yang Ling had no time to dodge.

"Bang!" With one blow, Yang Ling was blasted a hundred meters away. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, but didn't bother to wipe it off. After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he slowly stood up.

Looking at the stone statue guarding the broken sword, he walked forward again.

"boom!"

However, he had just taken two steps when the statue attacked again.

Another loud roar was heard, and Yang Ling was knocked away more than ten meters again.

Before he could catch his breath, the statue slowly approached with heavy steps, ready to attack again.

After just a few rounds, Yang Ling's body was covered with wounds and looked extremely miserable. But he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

"Master, why are you doing this!"

The spirit of the weapon was extremely anxious and wanted to stop it but was afraid of hurting Yang Ling.

At this moment, it had no other choice but to worry. "Master, give up. You can't touch this broken sword at all." The weapon spirit's voice came with tears. After all, if Yang Ling died, it would not be better off.

However, in the face of the weapon spirit's plea, Yang Ling remained unmoved.

He looked at the stone statue that was about to attack again, gritted his teeth and mobilized all the energy in his body.

Then he took out a long sword and held it tightly in his hand, with a gleam in his eyes.

He injected the powerful force of true energy into the long sword. With the injection of true energy, the long sword suddenly burst out with brilliant light, like the shining sun.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, Yang Ling rushed towards the stone statue like lightning.

"Bang!" The next moment the two sides collided with each other.

This time Yang Ling successfully blocked the statue's attack, and took the opportunity to stab it with his sword.

"laugh!"

The blazing sword light pierced straight into the stone statue's chest, piercing it.

After seeing this scene, Yang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As the stone statue's chest was pierced, countless cracks spread along its chest.

After a long while, the entire stone statue slowly turned into a pile of rubble, piling up on the ground.

When the last remaining breath of the stone statue disappeared, the entire valley fell into silence.

"Whoosh!"

Panting, Yang Ling collapsed on the ground and gasped for breath.

Today's experience was simply a miracle for him.

If he hadn't tried his best, he would have died on the spot.

At this moment, the broken sword slowly rose up and came in front of him.

Yang Ling was very surprised, but he still reached out and grasped the hilt of the broken sword.

This time he grasped the hilt of the sword easily and was completely unaffected by the attack.

Just as Yang Ling was thinking about the reason, a faint voice slowly rang out from the broken sword: "Please help me find the other half of my body."

After he finished speaking, he fell silent, as if what he had just said was just Yang Ling's imagination.

But Yang Ling was very sure that as a Qi Refiner, he would never have auditory hallucinations at random.

For this reason, Yang Ling looked at the broken sword in his hand in surprise. It turned out to be a spiritual weapon that had given birth to a spirit.

Then he looked helplessly at the weapon spirit beside him. Why were all the spiritual weapons he obtained incomplete?

Although there are spirits in the weapons, they all need rest and repair, and are temporarily unable to take on major responsibilities.

Yang Ling knew that as long as he repaired these spiritual weapons, his strength would increase greatly. But the prerequisite for repairing them was to find their lost fragments.

Not to mention how big the entire China is, sometimes their fragments may have been transformed, and some may even have directly drifted to the small world.

There are thousands of small worlds in the universe, and Daqin is just a tiny one among them.

Even before Yang Ling arrived, this place was still in the Dharma Ending Age.

If he hadn’t traveled here and triggered the butterfly effect, the people here would have put warriors first.

Even in the end, it is possible that the world will become like his original one, with technology as the main focus and martial arts as the secondary focus, and martial arts will only serve to strengthen the body.

Thinking of this, Yang Ling felt a little tired and threw the broken sword directly into the mustard seed space.

The spiritual energy in the mustard seed space is now pure and rich, which is suitable for the broken sword to rest and repair.

However, the spirit of the weapon was somewhat dissatisfied with this. This mustard seed space was attached to its main body. Why should it allow other spiritual weapons to move in?
After sensing the dissatisfaction of the weapon spirit, Yang Ling felt a bit of a headache.

After pondering for a while, he persuaded the weapon spirit: "This is just a delaying tactic. After all, this broken sword really needs spiritual energy nourishment. When the broken sword recovers in the future, I will definitely not let it stay in the mustard seed space any longer."

Faced with Yang Ling's kind persuasion, the weapon spirit also knew that it was indeed a bit unreasonable, so it could only nod and say: "Okay, I will listen to the master."

Just as Yang Ling was trying to calm the spirit of the weapon, the secret space suddenly began to vibrate.

The weapon spirit, sensing something was wrong, hurriedly said to Yang Ling, "Master, we need to leave this secret space as soon as possible."

"Why?" Yang Ling asked in confusion.

Seeing this, the weapon spirit hurriedly explained: "The broken sword and the enlightenment platform are the foundation of this secret space. Now they have been taken by the master, so this secret space is very likely to collapse. Therefore, we must get out immediately."

After hearing this, Yang Ling's face changed drastically.

The collapse of space means that he will be completely lost in the void.

Although he could survive for decades or even hundreds of years with the mustard seed space in his hand, this way of dying was too cowardly.

Yang Ling thought for a moment and decided to leave. After all, there were still many things in this world that needed him to do.

Thinking of this, Yang Ling leaped out without hesitation.

Just at this moment, there was a sudden violent turbulence inside the secret space.

The lake, which was originally as calm as a mirror, now became turbulent, as if it was about to boil.

"Boom!"

Along with a deafening roar, the voice of the weapon spirit came anxiously from a distance: "Run away...!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding scenery changed drastically in an instant.

The originally rippling river suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire with magma boiling, and the scorching heat hit us in the face.

"boom!"

Yang Ling was caught off guard and was instantly enveloped by the high-temperature lava.

Fortunately, he used his true energy to transform into armor in time and wrapped himself tightly in it.

At this moment, Yang Ling's eyes were full of horror. He never expected to encounter such a dangerous situation.

The secret space is about to collapse. The surrounding trees have turned to ashes, and even the barriers of the secret space are beginning to shatter.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been doomed.

However, this was not the time to be thankful. Yang Ling quickly stood up and looked around nervously.

The scene before him made Yang Ling shudder. He realized that the situation was not good and he might be in great danger.

Just as he was thinking about how to escape, a roar was heard again in the distance.

Yang Ling looked in horror, and saw a huge rock coming through the air, directly breaking through the barrier of the secret realm and falling in.

The scorching heat spread instantly, and even the strong Yang Ling couldn't help but shiver.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Ling did not hesitate to practice his skills and wrapped his body tightly in the Qi armor.

However, several layers of the newly formed Qi armor melted in an instant.

Yang Ling did not dare to delay for a moment and ran quickly.

He knew that he had to avoid the falling rocks to survive, but there was no way out, so he could only take a detour.

"Oh!"

Just as Yang Ling was running to the flank, a rock as big as a house smashed down on his left side. Fiery flames burst out, instantly illuminating the surroundings like daylight.

"Boom!" Another loud noise was heard, and a giant rock about three or four meters in size hit over.

Yang Ling tried his best to dodge, but the ground beneath his feet had been smashed into a deep mark by the huge rock.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been seriously injured.

Yang Ling's face became uglier and uglier, because the power of the falling rocks was getting more and more terrifying. What made him even more desperate was that every thirty seconds a huge rock fell. (End of this chapter)