Indeed, any other Sword Faction disciple would be scared out of their wits if they saw such a scene. After all, some of the swords were bleeding inexplicably. It was an evil red that looked like it was dripping blood!
Zhu Minglang did not immediately run away. He allowed the sword shadows to fly around him.
Closing his eyes, Zhu Minglang used his own spiritual sense to sense the real "ghosts" in the Abandoned Sword Forest. Zhu Minglang wanted to know the reason why they were so agitated. Could it be that they were really angry because they had been abandoned here and no one cared about them?
Every abandoned sword here had once accompanied him. Zhu Minglang could still recognize the engravings on some of the swords. If they really turned into swords of hatred, Zhu Minglang believed that he could pacify them …
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Finally, the abandoned swords in the forest began to move. They were pulled out from the ground, and the swords crossed each other in the air. Thousands upon thousands of abandoned swords seemed to be held by thousands upon thousands of swordmasters as they fought to their hearts' content.
"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Countless sparks flew as the swords clashed. Zhu Minglang felt that he was in an ancient battlefield of Swordsman. He could not see those people. Only their swords were reenacting the ancient battlefield over and over again.
"Boom ~ ~ ~"
A sudden clap of thunder came from the sky above Abandoned Sword Forest. The glaring whiteness forced Zhu Minglang to cover his eyes.
The lightning did not illuminate the dark Abandoned Sword Forest. Instead, it seemed to be devouring everything with a strong light.
If a normal person encountered such a strange scene, they would probably have fainted. How could they remain conscious?
However, Zhu Minglang still did not leave.
He believed that if these swords had souls, they would not harm him.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Abandoned Sword Forest that had been there for an unknown number of years. The dark forest was suddenly empty. The abandoned swords that were stabbed into the ground had disappeared at some point in time!
There was not a single sword in the forest. They seemed to have escaped into another void and mysteriously disappeared in front of him.
"Hong ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"
Lightning cut through the dark night and lit up the gloomy Abandoned Sword Forest. Suddenly, a terrifying aura hit him in the face. What Zhu Minglang saw was a gloomy sword shadow standing in front of him like a mountain!
The rusted sword was red with a hint of blood, as if it had been soaked in an abyss of blood for an unknown number of years. The inside of the sword was engraved with this kind of blood!
What truly shocked Zhu Minglang was not that the sword had appeared out of nowhere, but that the evil sword gave Zhu Minglang the feeling that it was staring at him!!
This evil sword did not seem to be an artifact with a majestic aura. It was more like a living thing. Being so close to it, one could even feel its vitality!
"Monster Tool?"
Zhu Minglang couldn't believe his eyes.
Mister Retard once said that there were Monster Tools in this world.
The so-called Monster Tool was an artifact that possessed powerful magic power. It absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon to transform into a Monster, cultivate into a Devil, or even ascend to become a Saint.
Using the word 'Monster' to describe this evil sword was not appropriate.
There were too many swords in the Abandoned Sword Forest that had lived for thousands of years. Moreover, this evil sword was obviously the gathering of all the abandoned swords in the Abandoned Sword Forest.
It was a Monster Tool!
It could even be a Sage Tool!
It was a ten thousand year Holy Spirit!!
"No, no, its aura is not that of a Monster Tool …" Zhu Minglang shook his head again.
This evil sword was very strange when it was angry. If he had to describe it as a living thing, Zhu Minglang felt that …
At this moment, the evil sword floated over. Its mountain-like body slowly shrank. The closer it got to Zhu Minglang, the more it showed its true form.
Finally, the evil sword appeared in front of Zhu Minglang.
Its body was exactly the same as the sword, but for some reason, Zhu Minglang felt that the thing standing in front of him was clearly a living thing!
Its aura …
Dragon!!
Its aura was clearly that of a dragon!!
Zhu Minglang's heart was in turmoil.
This sword first had a Monster Tool, then a Sword Spirit …
Then, this Sword Spirit had crossed the Dragon's Gate!!
Stegosaurus!!
Everything in the world could turn into a dragon …
A Monster Tool Spirit was already an extremely rare existence. For a Monster Tool Spirit to turn into a dragon was even more impossible.
"Whoosh ~ ~"
The evil Stegosaurus approached Zhu Minglang and circled Zhu Minglang slowly, as if it was carefully identifying him.
As if it felt the familiar aura on Zhu Minglang's body, this rare Stegosaurus carefully approached Zhu Minglang like a child.
Suddenly, this Stegosaurus quickly slid across Zhu Minglang's palm, leaving a bloody wound on Zhu Minglang's palm.
Bright red blood seeped out of the wound and quickly dripped down. This Stegosaurus immediately moved its tongue-like sword tip closer, slowly absorbing Zhu Minglang's blood into its dark red blade …
With just a few drops of blood, the rust on the Sword Spirit's body was blown away like dust by the wind. The thick rust was like layers of shackles to the Sword Spirit. When the Sword Spirit's body was completely bright red, when the Sword Spirit revealed its sharpness, the Sword Spirit was completely revived!
"Boom ~ ~ ~"
Another bolt of lightning pierced through the sky, lighting up the entire Abandoned Sword Forest.
There was not a single Abandoned Sword in the forest. Only this Sword Spirit was trembling as it drank blood. Behind it was a vast forest, but it reflected its shadow. This shadow spread its sword wings and unfolded its sword body. It was as majestic and awe-inspiring as a mountain!!
It turned out that what he saw was the shadow of its Sword Spirit.
It had its own soul!
It was a dragon!
A Sword Spirit formed by the wills of thousands of Abandoned Swords. Then, the Sword Spirit cultivated into a Sword Dragon!
"Did my blood turn you into a Sword Spirit?" Zhu Minglang was still unable to calm down from the shock.
It had just drunk his blood and melted the rust on his body.
It was telling him that it recognized him and where it came from.
"Those flying sword shadows were the sword marks I left behind when I slashed down from the sky?"
"That intertwining battlefield was the sword sounds I practiced day and night?"
"You were waiting for me here, but you turned into a dragon?"
Zhu Minglang looked at the dark red sword and recalled the scenes he saw before. His eyes immediately became moist.
The legend of the Abandoned Sword Forest being haunted had persisted in the Sword Faction for many years.
However, this was a message the true Sword Spirit in the Abandoned Sword Forest was sending to the outside world. It was waiting for his return every day and night.
"I am no longer a Swordmaster."
"You are no longer a Sword Spirit."
Zhu Minglang wiped the tears that were about to come out of his eyes with his hand.
Fate made fools of people. If Zhu Minglang returned as a Swordmaster, Stegosaurus would no longer be the sword in Zhu Minglang's hand because it had turned into a dragon.
However, Zhu Minglang had lost his divine power and could no longer wield the true sword intent. He had become a Dragon Master …
Little by little, the soul fetters in Zhu Minglang's mind were like drops of rain falling into a lake. From the initial ripples to the lake full of rain, Zhu Minglang could even feel some of the feelings of Stegosaurus!
It was the blood just now.
It made him have a soul fetter with it.
When it recognized him, it almost cried with joy like him.
Because he was a Dragon Master.
It was Stegosaurus.
He almost missed it.
But he would never miss it again!
Zhu Minglang slowly reached out his hand. He thought he would never touch a sword again in his life, but he never thought he would hold a sword in this way.
His arm was shaking, his fingers were shaking, his palm and the back of his hand were all shaking, but Zhu Minglang still held the Sword Spirit that had crossed his fate and reunited with him!
The moment he held it, Zhu Minglang opened his fourth spirit contract. With the blood fetters, even though Stegosaurus' cultivation was higher than Zhu Minglang's Dragon Master level, they still slowly established a soul connection. Slowly, the heart, the spirit, and the soul coexisted!
Stegosaurus had a tail.
It was like a long sword. As Zhu Minglang's soul connected with it, Stegosaurus' tail grew along Zhu Minglang's arm like a vine.
The growth continued. Zhu Minglang lowered his head to look and realized that inscription patterns had appeared on his arm. The glowing inscription patterns covered his entire arm, as though some ancient power had been branded into his bloodline …
Zhu Minglang suddenly felt his blood surging, boiling, and gradually burning like a flame.
He felt like he was in a furnace, and the furnace was spewing out endless power. He felt like he could slash everything in the world with just a swing of his sword!
"Zi zi zi zi ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"
The inscriptions grew brighter and brighter, like metal that had been tempered. Just as the sword spirit inscriptions were about to climb onto Zhu Minglang's arm, Stegosaurus seemed to have sensed something. It hurriedly swung its sword and pulled itself away from Zhu Minglang's arm!
The moment it pulled itself away, the inscriptions on Zhu Minglang's arm immediately faded away. Zhu Minglang, who was steaming all over, looked like he had just walked out of a furnace. He was sweating profusely, and his skin was red.
"For now, only this arm can withstand the power of the sword spirit with thousands of inscriptions."
"Looks like even if my blood turned you into a sword spirit, we still need more time to get used to each other."
Zhu Minglang panted a few times and said to Stegosaurus.
Stegosaurus' dark red sword floated beside Zhu Minglang. Its sword cat-like tail swayed lightly.
Getting used to each other was only a matter of time. It was already very happy that it was able to wait for someone to turn it into a sword spirit.
Furthermore, it could leave Abandoned Sword Forest after signing a spirit pact with Zhu Minglang and see the light of day again.
It was the incarnation spirit of all abandoned swords. If a sword had a soul, it would definitely not be willing to rust in this forest, be corroded by time, and rot bit by bit.
Whoosh ~ ~
Whoosh ~ ~ ~
Stegosaurus kept flying around Zhu Minglang. Even without wings, it looked like a small metal dragon with a slender body.
However, its speed was too fast. In other people's eyes, it was no different from teleportation.
"I remember that the sword that accompanied me for the longest time was called Mo Xie."
"Stegosaurus … I'll call you Mo Xie."
Stegosaurus stopped and hovered in front of Zhu Minglang. Its dark red blade reflected Zhu Minglang's face.
Whoosh!
It instantly disappeared.
It flew into Zhu Minglang's spirit domain.
Stegosaurus probably liked this name.
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(Let's vote for the sentimental party. Stegosaurus, do you like it?)
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