Calamity of the Holy Weapon
Instantly, Lin Ling nodded, causing old man Dong Fu to smile joyfully. He asked, "You want to forge a weapon? Why don't I forge a new one for you? Your sword is too weak and can't compare to a new sword! " "No need.
The sword is sometimes a type of memory. If the sword exists, the person exists. If the sword dies, the person dies. I won't easily change swords! " Lin Ling's expression became slightly more serious. He took down the Tyrannical Song sword and lightly stroked it. This sword had accompanied him in battles, so rather than a sword, it was better to call it a partner and comrade.
Staring at Lin Ling, seeing Lin Ling's determined expression, old man Dong Fu said apologetically, "I was reckless before. The sword of a sword cultivator is with them for life. If the sword exists, the person exists. If the sword dies, the person dies. You are right. But since you plan to improve your sword, then in what aspect?" "Yes."
If I want to improve it, I hope I can improve the profound. In terms of weight and defense, I want to improve it. It would be best if it could reach the level of a holy weapon! " "Yes."
Lin Ling said bluntly. Old man Dong Fu smiled and nodded. When Lin Ling wanted to ask how much, he said, "Okay, leave the sword. I'll pay for all the materials. Now, take out your bronze pot!" "Yes."
In the auction before, a holy weapon was worth cities, reaching one hundred primeval stones. Lin Ling didn't even have a chance to touch it. As for forging a holy weapon, that was increasing the level of the original weapon. The price would be even higher, but old man Dong Fu didn't take any payment. This made Lin Ling's heart warm. Then he took out the bronze pot that Rain Master Mo Ping had given him.
"This is a high level ling weapon, the Soul Gathering Pot. It can absorb some souls. It is most suitable for martial artists who cultivate the way of the ghost." "Yes."
Old man Dong Fu took the bronze pot. With a glance, he knew its effects. Then he gently opened it. The inside of the bronze pot was a patch of white. Occasionally, there would be the light of fireflies. Those were souls.
"There are about nine hundred souls inside. If you want to find one of them, it won't be hard. But what do you need that soul for?" Old man Dong Fu looked at Lin Ling and said.
"Save her. She used her life to save me, so I have to save her. This is the promise I made to her!" "Yes."
Lin Ling chuckled softly. He thought of the battle in the rainforest. The pitiful girl saved him and ended the dream. However, the dream was not over yet. If the heavens wanted to take her away, Lin Ling would have to go against the heavens.
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At this time, old man Dong Fu gave Lin Ling a bamboo like jade tablet. This was the Soul Seeking Jade, a rare ling weapon. When Lin Ling took it, he instantly thought of it. He let the bamboo give off a green light, forming threads that flowed into the bronze pot. Then, a firefly light was brought out, forming the image of a young girl in a long black robe. But the young girl's face was blank, as though she had lost her soul.
"Without memories, it is just a lonely soul! . "
Looking at the young girl's image, old man Dong Fu sighed lightly.
Lin Ling looked at that lonely soul. Something seemed to break in his heart. He suddenly gritted his teeth: "Elder, is there a way to find her soul? . "
"Go to the Ghost Realm. You have to know that after a person dies, they will enter the cycle of reincarnation. They will walk the path of the Yellow Springs, cross the other shore bridge, smell the devil's snare flower, and never come out. But her soul is trapped here. This means she cannot reincarnate, so she can only stay in the Ghost Realm's Yellow Springs!" Old man Dong Fu explained.
"How to go! . "
Lin Ling did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately asked. This was a promise he had made to others. He must fulfill it.
"Your current strength is too weak. If you go, you won't be able to come back. It's better to wait until you reach the Transcendent Realm!" Old man Dong Fu sensed Lin Ling's anxiousness and was somewhat moved. For that young girl, Lin Ling entered the Ghost Realm and stepped into the Yellow Springs. This was not something anyone could do!
"Ghost Realm! . "
Lin Ling clenched his fists tightly. His desire to become strong became even more resolute!
"You wait here for three days. I will first forge your sword for you!" .
Afterwards, old man Dong Fu comforted him and left with a smile.
"When the sword becomes a Saint Artifact, I can go to the Heavenly Tomb City and seize the Sea Heart Flame. My cultivation realm should also be able to increase. After I reach the Transcendent Realm, I will go to the Ghost Realm to save The Second Dream." Lin Ling's clear eyes were filled with determination. Afterwards, he carefully placed the bamboo piece in his hand into his bosom. That bamboo piece had absorbed The Second Dream's incomplete soul and was carried by Lin Ling at all times.
"I will save you!" .
A resolute voice floated out in the hall, causing the bamboo piece in Lin Ling's bosom to flicker. Faintly, a singing voice floated out.
"Who frowns lightly, sleeves fluttering for fleeting years, who stands shoulder to shoulder with the world's edge, who parted today and past, lingering for several years, the flowering period fading, the fleeting years broken!" .
The night was still tranquil, but the dream was not over!
Three days later, old man Dong Fu arrived. Looking at Lin Ling with a smile, a moment later, a brand new Tyrannical Song Sword appeared in front of Lin Ling.
"The sword has been forged!" .
The new Tyrannical Song Sword returned to its previous door-like appearance, but the body of the sword had large amounts of mysterious inscriptions, carved with dragons and phoenixes, extremely mighty. One side of the sword was black, and the other side was white, appearing extremely unique. As for the edge of the sword, it was not as thick and blunt as before, but had a layer of golden light, showing off its sharpness!
"Tyrannical Song Sword!" .
Lin Ling was excited. The third transformation of the Tyrannical Song Sword had succeeded!
"Sword, come!" .
Lin Ling waved his right hand. The enormous sword stuck in the ground swayed slightly, as though it was resisting Lin Ling's summons. But at a certain moment, an indescribable memory spread through the sword, like water flowing from the tip of the sword, to the body of the sword, and finally to the hilt!
Xiu!
The sword shot out from the ground, heading straight for Lin Ling!
At this moment, a terrifying sword presence exploded, causing the entire compound to sway. Old man Dong Fu's eyes focused. He had thought that Lin Ling could not control the new sword, but he had underestimated the bond between the sword and Lin Ling!
This sword had accompanied Lin Ling in his battles. They had a tacit understanding, and had memories. Even if the sword had become stronger, but it still knew that its master was Lin Ling!
Boom boom boom!
At the same time, in the sky, the black clouds roiled and then turned into a vast whirlpool that surged into the great hall.
"The sacred weapon has awakened! . "
Far away, many people inhaled sharply. The weapon had caused a calamity of the world, this was the symbol of a sacred weapon!
Boom!
In the sky, a bolt of lightning smashed down. This was the lightning of all things, illusory and ethereal. It was specifically used to kill those existences that surpassed the rules of the world. This kind of killing was not the cultivation of martial artists that gradually grew stronger, but killing existences that suddenly grew stronger.
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