The mad prince of Da Qin was given a marriage to the Yin Yang family at the beginning

"Become a sword spirit, will I die?"

Flame Lingji looked at the reverse scale with an eager expression.

"No, your body has been fused with the flames, becoming a sword spirit will only greatly increase your strength, and you are also expected to become the first sword spirit with an entity."

"How do I feel you're fooling me."

Flame Lingji blinked and widened her eyes.

What the reverse scale said is too unreliable.

He said that he was the first sword spirit of the reverse scale, and there were many things he didn't know.

"I can't support it for two days, becoming a sword spirit requires many steps, whether to follow Fusu to become a saint, you decide for yourself."

"Sanctification?"

Flame Lingji looked stunned.

Can Fusu be sanctified?

"Your Royal Highness, do you think I should become a sword spirit?"

Fusu is speechless, whether you want to become a sword spirit or not is your business.

"Are you sure there is no harm in it?"

"Yes."

"What a disadvantage."

Flame Lingji's face changed.

This bastard only speaks of benefits.

But not to mention the bad ones.

I was almost deceived by him.

"The bad thing is that when the owner of the sword is in danger, your heart will beat hard."

"Is

there anything else?"

"It's gone!"

Flame Lingji fell silent.

This may be an opportunity.

Fusu's strength is very strong, and it may be possible to take himself to holiness.

The strength of the people around him has been greatly improved.

She wants to explore the secrets of Fusu.

Click!

Just when Flame Lingji hesitated.

The sword body in the wooden box suddenly shattered.

Everyone was shocked.

In dragging on, is this sword going to become powder....

Flame Spirit Ji hurriedly asked, "How to become a Sword Spirit?"

"I will pass on a secret method to you, and you can absorb my spirit body according to this secret method."

Flame Lingji said coldly: "If you dare to lie to me, I won't let you go."

"It takes about a day."

Fusu looked at Flame Lingji who had entered the fixed state, and couldn't help but worry.

If only what the anti-scale said was not all true....

"Your Highness, this Flame Spirit Ji, doesn't he like you."

"Huh?"

Fusu asked in surprise, "How can she like me."

"Just now she asked you if you want to become a sword spirit, if she has no idea about you, how can she ask you this question."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Fu Su looked at the broken sword body in the wooden box, and his heart was very depressed.

The largest piece is about the size of an egg.

Can this sword really still work?

"Your Highness, what are you doing?"

Duanmu Rong saw that Fusu picked up those fragments and began to count, but she couldn't help but be a little curious.

"I'll see how many fragments there are, in case I lose a piece, then Flame Lingji will appear in front of us without arms and legs, it is not to scare people to death."

"Your Highness, do you see what is missing from that anti-scale? I don't think it has anything to do with the sword body.

"You go find Xu Fuzi and let him make a scabbard according to the length and width of this sword body."

Duanmu Rong found a rope, measured it, and left.

Fusu held the hilt of his sword and tried to communicate with the anti-scale.

What surprised him was that he was now able to communicate with Flame Lingji.

"Is there anything unusual?"

Flame Lingji smiled and said, "The reverse scale walks very calmly.

"Is

there anything abnormal in the body?"

"Not much has changed."

"The reverse scale said that if you want to perfectly integrate into the sword body, you need very strong spiritual power, and in the future, you may need to kill some more people."

"Can I try to kill."

Fu Su used his internal force and slowly injected the murderous energy in his body into the anti-scale sword.

"It seems to be."

Flame Lingji looked delighted.

Unexpectedly, Fusu's internal power could be no different from the spiritual power required by the Anti-Scale Sword.

"Then absorb it to your heart's content."

"Will this suck you to death."

"You just have to do that."

An hour later.

The Flame Spirit Ji who was meditating suddenly disappeared in place, turned into a red light, and entered the anti-scale sword.

The anti-scale sword was automatically suspended above Fusu's head.

The sword head was facing upwards and the hilt was facing down, slowly absorbing the black aura emanating from Fusu's body.

The sword body is also slowly turning red.

Duanmu Rong who returned to Fusu's residence with his sword scabbard.

I was very surprised to see this.

The originally fragmented anti-scale sword had actually been regrouped.

In the evening, as Fusu cut off the supply of murderous qi, the anti-scale sword lay back in the wooden box.

Fu Su slowly opened his eyes and picked up the anti-scale sword.

"Your Highness, this sword seems to have been reforged, without the slightest trace of shattering."

Fusu smiled, and then flicked lightly on the sword.

"Dang!"

With a crisp sound, the sword body of the anti-scale sword began to crack.

In less than ten breaths, it was divided into countless small fragments and surrounded Fusu.

"It's amazing."

The hand holding the hilt of the sword was slightly forced, and the anti-scale sword condensed together again.

"Is the scabbard ready?"

"Hmm!"

Duanmu Rong handed the scabbard to Fusu.

The sword body is in the sheath, not long or short, very suitable.

"Your Highness, is Flame Lingji all right?"

"Having absorbed too much murderous energy at once, she needs to rest for a few days."