Wu Family Sword Spirit

Chapter 785 The Sword Soul Sown

Just after I kowtowed three times to the stone tablet carved by my ancestors, a strange scene happened.

From right in front of the stone monument, a ray of light suddenly bloomed. It was so dazzling that I couldn't open my eyes, so I had to use my arms to block it.

The light was extremely bright and then slowly faded out. Then I squinted my eyes and took a closer look. The light was purple. As the light circulated, it caused the surrounding Qi field to fluctuate continuously, which made me feel strange. My heart is surging.

The light could not be said to be dim, but was gathered up and quickly converged towards a node, right in front of the stone monument.

I stared at the purple light spot for a moment. It wasn't until it was no longer so dazzling that I saw the thing clearly. The purple light was actually the exposed hilt of the sword.

Like a ghost, I slowly stood up from the ground and walked towards the hilt of the sword. Every step I took was very slow. A thought rose in my heart to pull out the sword.

Yes, I don’t know why I have this idea. At this moment, the sword hilt seems to have some kind of magic power, which has been attracting me, asking me to walk over and pull it out.

Within three steps, I quickly reached the sword hilt.

I half-knelt on the ground, stretched out one hand towards the gleaming hilt of the sword, and suddenly grasped it.

The moment my hand made contact with the sword hilt, a majestic aura full of endless spiritual power spread throughout my body, making my whole body tremble with excitement.

A feeling arises spontaneously, this sword should belong to me, and I must pull it out.

I was stunned for a long time, and I kept feeling the breath conveyed by the hilt of the sword. The majestic power crisscrossed the hilt. Even when my hand held the hilt, I could still feel the sword. The handle also responded to me fiercely, and it was also trembling slightly.

It's mine, so I should pull it out.

I shouted, holding both hands on the hilt of the sword. At the same time, I mobilized all the spiritual power in the sea of ​​​​dantian, poured it into my hands, and pulled up the net fiercely.

This sword is embedded deeply in the cracks of the stone, buried very deep.

I put all my strength into sucking, and some spider web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the stones on the ground.

However, the sword was still embedded in the cracks in the stone and could not be pulled out at all.

Despite this, I did not give up. I rested for a moment, took a few deep breaths, and once again mobilized the spiritual power in the Dantian Qi sea, letting it run crazily, even at the cost of destroying the resentment in the Dantian Qi sea. Some are released.

Another big drink.

I exerted force with my hands again, arched my back and waist, my face turned red, and I felt like I was about to bleed.

This time, I heard the "click" sound of the stone that was tightly bound to the sword, and I began to pull the sword out from the crack in the stone bit by bit.

I changed from kneeling on one knee to bending both legs, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands. The sword was peeled off inch by inch. I also saw the purple light flashing on the sword. As the purple light flowed, a stream of Dao runes began to flash on the blade, reflected in my mind.

It took me a full five or six minutes to pull out most of the sword.

Finally, with a crisp sound of "Canglanglang", I finally pulled out the entire sword.

When the sword was completely off the ground, I didn't know if I was hallucinating. I seemed to hear the sound of a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring in my mind or in my ears.

Domineering.

The force I used was too much. When the sword was completely pulled out, I staggered back several steps. I lost my balance and fell directly to the ground.

Although it hurt, I didn't care. At this moment, I was filled with joy and all my attention was focused on this sword.

The first impression this sword gave me was that of nothingness, as if it were transparent, but the runes on the blade continued to flow, faintly forming a dragon-shaped pattern with teeth and claws.

Purple brilliance circulated, covering my whole body with a layer of purple.

I don’t know how long it took, but the light of the sword gradually dimmed, and then, the whole sword made a slight buzzing sound, which caught me off guard. The sword suddenly turned into a light the size of my little finger, and struck me. It entered the palm of my right hand.

It felt like being burned by a piece of red-hot iron. It hurt so much that I couldn't help but let out a groan.

It doesn't matter if it hurts, the key is that the sword I spent so much time pulling out from the crack in the stone is missing.

I watched helplessly as it turned into a beam of light and flew into the palm of my hand.

I glanced around blankly, but couldn't find the sword. Finally, my eyes fell on the palm of my right hand.

After taking a closer look, I couldn't help but be surprised again. Suddenly, a small sword-like shape appeared in my hand, like a tattoo. This small sword was purple and about the size of my little finger.

Weird things happen every year, but this year is particularly big.

Since entering the bottom of the Soul-Desolating Cliff, I have seen too many incredible things.

The most bizarre thing is this. The sword suddenly disappeared and got into my hand. What happened?
Just when I was puzzled, I felt the Qi field in the entire stone chamber fluctuate again. The stone tablet in front of me lit up again. First, a layer of runes floated, and then the runes twisted for a while. It turned into a few lines.

When I finished reading those words, I finally understood.

My ancestor explained it to me on the stone tablet. The general meaning is that this sword uses his Seven-Star Longyuan Sword as an introduction. The sword soul planted here, to put it more simply, is it. The replica of the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword, and this sword soul has been planted here for more than a hundred years, and has been nourished by the spiritual energy here, and it is already very powerful. The most important point is that the ancestor grandpa used the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword to A power from the middle seal was transferred to the sword soul.

In other words, his Seven-Star Longyuan Sword is still on his body, but all the essence of the sword has been transferred to the sword soul.

In addition, my ancestor also told me how to control this sword soul. This sword has become one with me. The sword is where people are, and people die with the sword.

After I read all the writing on the tombstone, the writing on the tombstone gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared into the invisible.

The stone tablet is still a stone tablet, as if nothing has happened, but there is already an extra sword soul in my hand.

　Good night, this month’s monthly ticket prize is gone again~crying~
　　
　
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