In the sword tomb, Fang Xing had already sensed that the presence of the sword embryo was extraordinary. At the very least, it was no weaker than the five-colored sword embryo enshrined in the hall. However, its presence was just too violent and strange, which was why Fang Xing did not dare to fuse with it so easily. Of course, it had forcefully fused with it afterwards, so he could only accept his fate. His future path of cultivation had already become unavoidable for him to cross paths with this sword embryo.
Since that was the case, why not make peace with it earlier and borrow a portion of its power?
The sword embryo had a spirit and was nurtured by cultivators. It could use the cultivator's power to grow, and other than its own power, the sword embryo should also possess the ancient flying sword technique that had been lost on the Tian Yuan Continent. It was a wondrous technique that could spit out a streak of white light and kill enemies from a thousand kilometers away. It would be strange if he was not tempted.
Logically speaking, it was very simple to comprehend this ancient flying sword technique. This was where the profundity of the sword embryo lay. Because the sword embryo was the spirituality nurtured within the flying sword, it itself possessed the remarkable ability to cultivate the ancient flying sword. To put it bluntly, as long as one could communicate with the sword embryo and cultivate with the sword embryo, the ancient flying sword technique would naturally be formed.
However, Fang Xing's black sword embryo was rather strange. After entering his sea of consciousness, it had directly flown into the mist in Fang Xing's sea of consciousness. Even now, it had not communicated with Fang Xing at all, lying there like a loach that had sunk to the bottom of a pond. Fang Xing had already tried to communicate with it several times, but it said nothing. It did not even respond with a single thought, as if it had always been asleep.
If it were any other time, he would have let it be, but now that the challenge was imminent, Fang Xing could not care so much anymore.
"Black sword embryo, come out and have a chat with me …"
His truesoul stood outside the mist. Fang Xing used the sense of his soul and called out into the mist.
He had learned his lesson, but he did not dare to enter the mist as he wished, or he would be slapped back into reality.
However, when he sent his thoughts into the sea of consciousness, it was like a rock sinking into the ocean. There was no response at all.
Fang Xing waited for a long time. Unwilling to give up, he shouted again, "That ugly black sword, come out and let me have a talk with you …"
There was still no movement. In the fog, there was only silence.
Fang Xing was annoyed this time. He scolded directly, "Go to hell! You are so arrogant. Anything that enters my Sea of Consciousness can be used by me. Yin Yang Fiendgod Mirror, Samadhi True Fire, which one is not at my beck and call? 'Even that sword light helped me once. Why are you so arrogant?' When this young master's cultivation increases one day, I'll definitely kick you out … "
As he sent his Divine Will into the foggy area, there was still no movement. However, the fog surged for a while, as if there were some changes happening inside. Fang Xing could vaguely feel that there was a rising anger inside.
He knew that there was a chance. He simply scolded even louder, "You ugly broken sword, you forcibly fused with me, but you refused to pass on the ancient flying sword technique to me. You also refused to listen to my punishment. You should know that it was I who saved you from the abyss of the sword mound. Do you still have a f * cking conscience? Let me tell you, I am going to do something very dangerous. If I die, you will not have a good ending in my sea of consciousness. You will also vanish into thin air. It will be completely over … "
In the mist, there was a sudden bang. It was like a thunder strike. A turbulent divine sense spread out.
Fang Xing had already prepared himself mentally. With a "whoosh" sound, he fled far away and carefully observed the changes in the fog.
However, he heaved a sigh of relief because it wasn't the black sword core in the mist that was infuriated by him and wanted to fight him. It was actually only a strand of Divine Perception that floated in the air above his sea of consciousness, and it transformed into a ball of translucent black radiance that didn't carry any killing intent. At the same time, a Divine Perception fluctuation came from within the mist, and it transformed into an aged and distant voice that reverberated through the air.
"If you are not capable enough and forcibly resist a strong enemy, you are not a hero. At most, you are an idiot. If you go, no one will stop you. I will give you this technique. Go and comprehend it yourself. If you can't cultivate it, don't come to me before Yuanying!"
"Hmm? Aren't you supposed to be controlled by me? "
Fang Xing looked vigilantly at the misty area and shouted loudly.
The big black sword in the mist did not give him any face. "Hmph, with your current level, what right do you have to control me? I chose you because I wanted to find a better sword box. Take the technique and leave. Don't disturb me if there's nothing important! "
After saying that, its voice gradually sank and there was no more sound.
Fang Xing shouted for a while. One moment, he wanted to negotiate with it. The next moment, he wanted to challenge it. In the end, the big black sword became mute.
"No matter what, it's good to scold it for a while …"
Fang Xing sighed. Although he could not control this black sword, he had forced it to use something.
The true spirit stood beside him and carefully probed the ball of black light for a while. It was only after discovering that there was nothing wrong with it did it relax slightly. It then remembered that the big black sword had chosen him as its "sword box", so there was no reason for it to casually destroy the sword box. It steeled its heart and swallowed the ball of light in one gulp. In an instant, a profound mantra began to circulate in its mind …
Fang Xing pondered for a long time, and finally slowly grasped this mnemonic formula.
Unlike what he had imagined, this cultivation method was not a sword controlling technique at all. It could not even be considered a spell. Instead, it was a method to mobilize spiritual energy, conceal one's body, and move about. If he had to find a suitable way to describe it, he would say that it was a battle method tailored for combat cultivators. Strictly speaking, it was similar to a mortal martial skill.
Furthermore, this set of techniques did not have a name, nor was there any indication of its grade. It was difficult to judge its quality.
Fang Xing looked at it for a while and was unwilling to give up. He shouted into the mist again, "Do you think I'm so easy to deal with? Where's the ancient flying sword technique? Hurry up and hand it over, or don't stay in my sea of consciousness …"
Just as he was about to curse a few more times and reap some benefits, he didn't expect that the big black sword wouldn't waste any more words with him. The dense fog came crashing over like a wave, causing Fang Xing's true spirit to tumble a couple of times. He came to his senses and retreated from his sea of consciousness. He was stunned for a moment, and then he was so angry that he cursed, "This bastard, he's even more arrogant than I am. Does he think he's the boss?"
The Golden Crow was flying in the air with Fang Xing on its back and did not notice that Fang Xing had already sunk into the sea of consciousness. When it suddenly heard such a curse, it was startled and turned to roll its eyes at Fang Xing. "You scared me. What are you cursing about?"
Fang Xing said, "I'm cursing a bastard. How's your sword embryo now?"
The Golden Crow said, "We've just started to cultivate our relationship. Why are you asking this?"
Fang Xing was even more depressed when he heard that. He wondered why his black sword embryo was so difficult to deal with.
He had originally wanted to subdue the black sword embryo at this critical juncture so that he could have a helping hand. However, he did not expect that the black sword embryo would not listen to him. In that case, he could only try to study the nameless technique that it had given him. Speaking of which, the nameless technique focused on movement and close-range combat, which suited his taste. Unfortunately, this kind of combat technique was usually not of a high grade.
At this moment, within the Blue Cloud Sect's mountain gate, a 300-meter-tall execution platform had been erected.
Meanwhile, on top of the execution platform, there was a giant purple-gold pillar, iron chains wrapped around it, bound to an elder with a long black beard. His upper body was bare, his body dripping with blood, already covered in sword injuries. Meanwhile, above the sword injuries, there was a patch of scorched skin, sealing up the bleeding. Above his head, there were eight purple flags floating, gathering mist. Meanwhile, in front of him, were a hundred ancient bronze swords, each one sticky with blood.
Below the execution platform stood a row of combat cultivators. Among them were pill masters, alchemists proficient in medicine, and cultivators proficient in the art of lightning manipulation. This group of people was carefully selected by the Huangfu Clan to be the executioners. After Monk Jiu Rou carried the mountain away, only five of the original seven peaks of the Blue Cloud Sect remained. At the highest point of each peak, a cultivator was sitting cross-legged.
Among these five people, the Golden Core cultivator of the Huangfu Clan was sitting on the main peak, while the other four peaks were occupied by the experts of the Nine Bends Tribe, the Spirit Cloud Tribe, the Tranquil Swamp Tribe, and the Black Marsh Tribe. These five people were responsible for guarding this place, and they were waiting for Fang Xing to come. They had concealed themselves, making it difficult for others to discover them, but their Divine Senses covered an entire area of fifty kilometers.
Under such circumstances, as long as Fang Xing arrived, they would immediately be able to take control of the situation.
For the sake of Fang Xing, five Golden Core cultivators were dispatched. The Huangfu Clan's hatred was evident.
The huge Blue Cloud Sect has become a big urn, waiting for Fang Xing to take the initiative to enter the game.
In the urn, Iron Like Madness was so miserable that he was barely recognizable!
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