Chapter 284

In the attic, the interest was restored for a while. Mo Li did not leave for the first time, because there was another important thing that he needed to complete.

There is no limit to Yin and evil in the spirit pulse of Beilu. To break the ban, you need powerful weapons with great righteousness. Jinghong sword is really a good choice. However, if you want to completely release the noble and healthy qi contained in Jinghong sword, the first thing to do is to recognize the Lord.

After the end of the ruins exploration, dead wood wanted Mo Li to find a way to refine the Jinghong sword. However, Mo Li thought about it for a while and then held it down. In order to improve the success rate, he decided to wait until after the breakthrough.

Ordinary weapons don't recognize their masters, but ancient magic weapons such as Jinghong sword already have their own consciousness, which is the so-called spirit! If you want to use the magic sword like an arm, you have to communicate with the sword. To achieve this state, you need to recognize the Lord - leave your own soul brand in the soul.

It seems simple, but it is not. The artifact has spirit, choose the master.

The real artifact is generally much higher than the top, not only need to get the talent and strength of their own outstanding, but also need to have that fate between the two.

It's no use thinking about the latter, but he's very confident about his talent. Men sometimes have to be narcissistic.

Sitting in the heart clearing array, you adjust your state to the best. The moment Jinghong sword comes out of you Longjie, the original rich and incomparable aura in the attic runs faster.

The snow-white sword is quietly suspended in front of Mo Li's body. Seven kinds of aura wrap the sword body up and down. Jinghong sword's spiritual greed absorbs the energy around it. The glittering and fluorescent sword body is more sacred surrounded by the rich aura.

Outside the attic, with the gathering of aura, the moon's Marlborough seems to be covered with a layer of fog. The snow and ink's body sitting on the top of the building trembles slightly. Under the impact of the sacred breath, the ice wind god bird at the beginning of the seventh level feels palpitations.

"Chirp"

With a long cry, snow and ink spread their wings and soared into the void, hovering above the pavilion and staring at every move around. As Mo Li's contract Warcraft, Xue Mo knows what his duty is tonight, but before that magnificent righteousness, he really has no courage to continue to occupy the roof, and can only go to the void to help guard.

Don't mention the snow and ink. When the breath of Jinghong sword was revealed, even if it was as strong as Kuki and Ximen, they felt that it was hard to resist.

In the middle of the attic, Mo Li's palm slowly covered the hilt of the sword. When he sat cross legged, his eyes closed slightly, and the power of the three souls in the middle of his eyebrows slowly sank into the snow-white sword body.

Don't leave the convergence of mind, the power of the soul into a completely strange space, colorful glow, healthy and magnificent. As Mo Li's consciousness melts into the Jinghong sword, the sword body suspended in the attic trembles slightly, and the buzzing sound is like the Sanskrit sound of the evening drum. Under the spread of momentum, the whole people in Jiufeng city feel the healthy spirit surging from the bottom of their hearts, and the blood is pouring into their hearts.

Mo Li, who is surrounded by the spirit of the instrument, is more affected. The ethereal ghost shivers constantly in the healthy atmosphere of the glow. The ancient sacred breath makes Mo Li's spirit difficult to walk, just like a tiny ant under a huge peak. His great courage makes him want to worship from the bottom of his heart!

It's hard for the divine consciousness to move forward any more. It's hard to make efforts to step forward, but there seems to be a thousand pounds at the foot.

"Zheng"

The melodious sound of the zither rings slowly, Mo Li's body gradually settles down, and the ghost who enters the Jinghong sword seems to be encouraged. Although the speed of moving forward is slow, it is not in the same place.

Mo Zhiyin's green jade fingers slowly pluck the strings. The melody of Requiem No. 4 gradually becomes high. The holy energy flows into Mo Li's eyebrows from the beating strings, but the melodious melody can only be heard by them.

In the field of vision, you can see the virtual shadow in the distance. The soul of Jinghong sword is right in front of you, but Mo Li lacks further courage.

In looking up to stop pace, Mo Li's soul staring at the snow-white sword not far away, agitated heart is always difficult to calm.

Feel the magnificence of Jinghong sword from a close distance. Requiem can't work for Mo Li any more. It seems that there is a Sanskrit sound in Mo Li's sea of knowledge when the soul of the sword trembles. The pervading righteousness has killed the evil and ferocity in Mo Li's soul, and then comes the notes flying towards the spirit of the dragon in the middle of Mo Li's sea of knowledge.

Under the stalemate, Mo Li's connection with the ghost is getting weaker and weaker. If this ghost can't be printed into the soul of Jinghong sword, the final result will be the nourishment of the soul!

What should I do? What should I do?

Mo Li knows very well in his heart that what he should do now is to overcome the timidity in the spirit and go to the soul of the soul startling sword as soon as possible. But now his cultivation level is too low. In the face of the powerful spirit of ancient artifact, the suppression in his bones can't be made up by willpower.

Seeing that a trace of ghost is about to be submerged under the soul of Jinghong sword, the spirit of you long in the sea is finally powerful!

"Roar"

The roar from heaven resounds through the sea of knowledge, and the soaring dragon stares up. The arrogance in his eyes makes the Sanskrit voice in the sea of knowledge disappear suddenly. The ghost in the soul frightful sword seems to have a reaction, which is generally from fantasy to solidity again!

Qingming reappears in my mind. When Jinghong sword trembles violently, Mo Li seizes the opportunity to rush forward, and his consciousness shuttles through bursts of rays. The ghost finally comes to the soul of Jinghong sword.

"Shua"

The snow-white sword body shuttled and circled in the misty space, but at last it stayed in front of the transparent ghost.

Mo Li had some doubts in his heart, and slowly stretched out his hand to explore the virtual shadow of the long sword. Instead of dodging, the white spirit of the instrument rubbed in Mo Li's palm.

The blend of the soul, Mo Li looked at the strange sword, suddenly felt a warm. It's like I knew it a long time ago.

"Will you recognize me as the Lord?"

"Hum"

There was a shiver of Jinghong spirit, and the sword body fell into Mo Li's palm automatically.

Mo Li opens his mouth wide and his mind is full of confusion.

He controlled the silk ghost to gather into a line and slowly blend into the soul of Jinghong sword. He didn't encounter any obstacles along the way. After successfully planting the brand in the soul of Jinghong sword, Mo Li slowly opened his eyes and obviously felt that he and the magic sword in his hand had a clear feeling, just like this sword was a part of his body.

"Why is it so easy all of a sudden? Is it really fate? "

Mo Li's heart is excited and confused.

"Shua -- Shua --"

Holding Jinghong sword, he waved it in the attic for a while, without any combat spirit moves, but in the long sword Wanzhuan sword, he shot out the magnificent energy.

"Ha ha ha"

Holding a magic sword and smiling, Mo Li didn't know what happened in the moment, but he was sure that he had accepted the ancient magic sword.

At the same time, there is more than one person who is confused.

Nangong Ling's body trembled in a dense forest in a deserted suburb of Zhongzhou. His ruddy face turned pale in a flash. His mouth gushed a mouthful of blood, and his momentum quickly withered. He coughed and covered his chest as if he had grown old for several decades.

"How can this happen... Why can't we refine this sword! Is that boy doing something? "

Nangong Ling's eyes are cold. He reaches out his hand to touch the golden sword in front of him. He gnashes his teeth and reveals his reluctance.

"I don't believe in evil. There must be a way to refine it. There must be a way!"

The man frowned and took a deep breath to adjust his mood. After a long time, he got up and walked out of the jungle.

Nangong Ling in trouble didn't find that all his performances had been seen by a man and a woman not far away. Under the cover of the night, Su ranxin looks at Nangong Ling's figure, his thin lips disdain to turn, and his eyes are full of ridicule.

"Master, why don't we just grab that sword?"

Yeqingshuang doesn't know why they have arrived here, but let the guy in front of them leave with a long sword.

"It's something that Mo Li has to take back himself! What's more, you long's breath just released is a little unusual. Mo Li, that guy must be making some big moves now. "

"But what if this guy really refined you long?"

"Refining?" Su ran Xin shook his head as if he had heard the funniest joke. "In this world, no one can really control you long except Mo Li! Don't worry. If this guy doesn't give up, he will suffer in the future! "

Su ran letter and did not explain too clearly, night clear frost also know interest did not ask. She has known that there are many secrets about that man for a long time. If she really wants to find out one by one, I'm afraid she doesn't have so much energy.

"By the way, what's the matter with swift? This girl is still angry with me, and only you can help to watch her a little bit... "

"It's still like that... Every day, besides class, it's practice, but there are many flies around her all day. I'm afraid it will affect her practice if it goes on like this..."

"Flies?" Su ran letter eyebrow picked to pick, some discontented partial head looked to oneself this apprentice: "deal with fly also need me to teach you?"

Yeqingshuang was stunned, and then nodded in surprise: "I know Master, don't worry, they dare to pester swiftlets again in the future, I will die completely!"

Su ran Xin took a puff from the corner of his mouth. He glared at yeqingshuang and turned to walk out of the dense forest. Meanwhile, a distant voice came into the girl's ear: "it's good to pat the remnant. I'm going to kill you... Your master, I'm going to help you destroy the body. It's very troublesome..."

Night frost a Leng, puff hiss a smile at the same time, pieces of blush on the cheeks, the moment of amorous feelings scattered around the night, leaving only a fragrance fluttering in the dense forest.