Chapter 127

"No need."

Song Qi shook his head and said decisively, "it's just an accident."

"Keep going."

He looked at Chen Heng and said.

On the road of friars, nothing smooth happened.

Which real monk's rise, the road is not through difficulties and obstacles, there are all kinds of dangers?

On the road of practice, how many people fight to death for a little soul stone, fight to death for a little thing, and almost fight to death?

Compared with these, what they meet at the moment is nothing at all.

Not to mention that the danger has not yet appeared, even if it has, he will not frown.

What's more, the relics they are facing now are much more precious than ordinary spiritual objects.

Only the spirit grass that they have just harvested, if put into the outside world, will be enough to pick up a bloodbath and make many people break their heads.

In this place, these things are nothing, far from the big end.

Under this rare opportunity, if Song Qi retreated and left, he could not forgive himself.

Besides, judging from the previous life, this place is not in great danger.

At least not in his previous life.

"Good."

Listen to Song Qi's reply, Chen Heng also nodded, no opinion.

He didn't know what song Qi knew, or he was reluctant to leave this relic.

Either way, he's not going to say anything.

After making a decision, they move on.

Slowly, they came to an open place.

In the front, a long sword was lying there.

After countless years, this place seems very old and dilapidated, but now this place is an exception.

The sword was not stained with the trace of time, and it was still very bright. In front of Chen Heng's eyes, it reflected a faint light, which was very extraordinary.

At a glance, you can see that these are rare weapons.

"It's all made of pure gold."

Chen Heng probably looked at it, then the idea flashed through his mind.

Jingjin, a unique material in the world, is a superior short-term material.

The blade forged with pure gold will be extremely sharp. It is the weapon that the warrior yearns for.

It's very valuable. It's hard to see a little outside in ordinary times, but it seems to be everywhere in this place. It's not worth money at all.

So that Chen Heng was dazzled.

But I don't know why, after coming to this place, his previous feeling of being peeped has increased again.

It seemed that in the dark, something invisible was peeping at him.

Standing in the same place, feeling this feeling, Chen Heng turned and looked at Song Qi.

At the moment, Song Qi stood in front of the weapon rack and was looking at a golden sword. He was so devoted and serious that he didn't realize it.

Looking at his appearance, Chen Heng secretly shakes his head and is about to open his mouth to remind him.

In any case, he and the other party are all the same at the moment, and they have common interests to some extent.

Under this premise, he is also willing to remind the other party, so as not to make a big loss.

He opened his mouth, just about to open it, but suddenly he was stunned and felt a burst of unusual.

An inexplicable feeling emerged and welled up from my heart.

Standing in the same place, Chen Heng turned around and subconsciously looked not far away.

There, a long silver sword was hanging there.

Compared with other weapons around, this silver sword is very humble, and it doesn't look special. It even has some dust and looks shabby.

Compared with those weapons made of pure gold, they are very crude and inadequate.

Only at this moment, Chen Heng was attracted by the sword.

I don't know why, he always feels that there seems to be something special on this sword, which makes him can't help looking at it.

When he looked at the sword, the feeling of being peeped at before was also deepening, which made Chen Heng move in his heart.

Feeling this, he frowned to himself, then stepped forward and walked slowly to the sword.

Standing in front of the sword, he hesitated for a moment. Then he held out his hand and slowly grasped the silver sword.

A sensation like electrical stimulation surged from the palm of the hand.

When Chen Heng holds the sword, he clearly feels that a warm current is emerging in his body, followed by a huge message, ancient knowledge.

In a trance, he seemed to see the scene of countless swords waving and cutting down, like a natural disaster.

The sky is dark, the earth is broken, and even the mountain peaks are cut off and gradually fall.A silver sword rippling in all directions, linked everything.

"That's it!"

The next moment, Chen Heng suddenly back to God, reluctantly reaction.

"Don't be nervous." A voice suddenly rang out in Chen Heng's mind.

Chen Heng's body suddenly froze.

Huge forces are emerging.

At this moment, he clearly felt that in the silver sword in his hand, there was a huge consciousness awakening, which seemed to be connected with his spirit and talking with him.

"Who are you?"

Feeling this feeling, Chen Heng soon calmed down and meditated in his heart.

In his previous life, he had read many novels, and his acceptance of such scenes was much better than that of the normal aborigines in the world.

"It's nice to be able to settle down so soon."

In my mind, the voice continued to come, with some appreciation in it.

"As you can see, I am the spirit of this sword and the last owner of this sword."

"Sword spirit?"

Chen Heng frowned: "what do you mean?"

"All things in this world, mountains, plants, everything has spirit."

In my mind, the voice calling itself sword spirit continues to ring: "as long as the spirit is enough, you can awaken the spirit of yourself."

"The spirit of the sword is the spirit of the sword..."

"the spirit of the sword..."

Chen Heng understood the meaning.

According to the so-called sword spirit, the so-called sword spirit is that the sword itself awakens self-consciousness, so it is called sword spirit.

That's new.

Although he has simulated it several times, and has seen many alien races outside of human beings, Chen Heng is really the first time to see such a sword.

It's a long experience.

"Since it is the spirit of the sword, why is it the last owner of the sword?"

Chen Heng frowned and continued to speak.

"That's a long story."

Claiming to be the existence of the sword spirit, he sighed and then said, "I was not a sword spirit at first, but I died at last, and I had to turn myself into a sword spirit."

"Do you understand what I say?"

"How could it be?"

Chen Heng was a little surprised, but he didn't care about it.

At the moment, he is only concerned about one problem.

"What do you want to do?"