The poisonous path of the sick and reborn

Chapter 65

The Sword Cottage in Feiwu Peak is more accurate than saying it is the Sword Cottage.

Flying swords were thrown here, upside down or upright, and some were simply buried in the damp soil. At a glance, they were densely packed, but there was a different kind of desolation.

It seemed that someone was coming, and many intact flying swords buzzed excitedly.

Qin Si looked at his feet. Although the exposed half of the sword hilt was stained with mud, he could still see the simple lines on it. It must have been a good sword before being abandoned by the master. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a move in his heart, Bending over, he took the sword out of the soil.

This is a broken sword, broken from the side of the sword, and the gap is neat. It looks like it was cut off by another sharp sword, and Qin Si looked away from the gap, looking at the hilt.

As the soil faded away, the well-organized lines on the jet-black hilt gradually became clear. Qin Si squinted his eyes, and he knew where the inexplicable sense of familiarity came from.

Except for the color and name, this sword is exactly the same as the Ling Xiao sword in his body at the moment.

After a while, Qin Si put the broken sword back without looking at it again, staying here is the best ending for it.

Passing through the sword mound, one can see an open platform with a sword refining furnace in the shape of a square tripod, next to it is the sword quenching pool, the sword forging platform, and beside the sword forging platform there is an invisible The jet-black hammer made of high-quality materials was used, while other casting tools were neatly placed on the sword forging platform.

Turning around the large sword furnace in the center, Qin Si stopped in front of the sword forging platform, took out the Ling Xiao sword, the true essence condensed, and the silver sword tip suddenly emitted a little blue light, and he stabbed the sword into the ground In an instant, the blue light spread out from the Lingxiao sword in a circle and spread out for a three-foot square, which happened to include the sword tempering pool and the sword forging platform on the side.

When the blue light dissipated, the buzzing sound of the flying sword that had never stopped in my ears stopped abruptly.

Qin Si rubbed his aching head from the sound of those spirit swords, and smiled wryly. This is the disadvantage of being too sensitive with five senses.

The sword casting procedure is complicated and cumbersome, and it is only the first step of melting. If the furnace is not well controlled, or if more materials are put in than less, or the timing of putting them in is slightly wrong, all previous efforts may be wasted.

Rao Qin Si has always been careful, and he can't guarantee that he will succeed once.But whether it is time or material, he only has one chance.

Holding the Langchen brush in his hand, Qin Si began to draw on the ground. Although the Langchen brush didn't recognize him as the master, the aura of its artifact alone was enough to allow the formation to exert its maximum effect.Gradually, a formation that is no different from that under the sword refining furnace took shape under Qin Si's hands. With the last stroke of the outline, a silver light flashed and disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was nothing but an ordinary and complicated formation , I can't even feel any aura direction, but if it is placed in it, there is a strange sense of mystery.

After repeatedly confirming that there was no problem with the magic circle, Qin Si took out dozens of spirit stones of the same size, and put them into the magic circle one by one. When the last spirit stone was put down, the whole magic circle seemed to change its appearance, with lines One after another lights up, straight into the center of the formation, and the light shines brightly for a while, as bright as a galaxy.

After the light dissipated, Qin Si sacrificed the Immortal King Gu Cauldron, which is the Qiankun Cauldron—this magic weapon that is invincible in the hands of the protagonist in the original text no matter what he refines. The main material, Perrotite, is put into it, and here, the whole preparatory work is done.

Qin Si carefully drew out the Wuhua fire in the dantian, divided it into eight even parts, and placed them on the knots under the tripod.

Worthy of being the fire of the coldest, it only took a few hours to melt the perotite, which is known as the most stubborn stone, and put in the follow-up materials one by one. After three hours, the solution showed the unique silver gray of perotite. The corners of Si's lips curled up, and he put the Wuhua fire into his dantian again.

At this time, the clothes under his neck were already soaked with sweat, but Qin Si didn't care about these. The step just now was the beginning of sword casting, and the next step was the important part.

After repeated tempering, a sword embryo finally appeared in Qin Si's hand, and the next step was the shape of the sword. Qin Si subconsciously thought of the Ling Xiao Sword, strode to the sword forging platform, raised the hammer, and started beating.

Qin Si's beating movements were so fast that he couldn't even see his movements clearly with the naked eye, only a faint afterimage could be seen. He had to cast the sword before the Poluo stone was completely solidified.

The sweat on his forehead slid down his temples and disappeared into the brownish soil in an instant. Watching the sword body gradually take shape under his hands, Qin Si had never felt that he was so patient, but this time he did not have any impatience .

After nine days, the sword body finally fully showed its appearance. Except for the smooth and comfortable lines, the half-finished sword body was dusty, because it hadn't been sharpened yet, so it didn't look like a sword at all.Qin Si held it in his hand and looked at it for a moment, somehow thinking of Qingsu's appearance, he couldn't help but frowned - this thing is really ugly.

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After selecting the competition items before the Dao Discussion Conference, all cultivators need to go to Chengxiao Peak to draw the competition order and opponents three days ago. Chengxiao Peak, which has always been deserted, is full of people's voices, and the greetings of practitioners coming and going can be heard everywhere Voice.

Cultivators from all walks of life seldom get together. Naturally, it is unavoidable to exchange practical facts in the cultivation world. It is commonly known as gossip. I don’t know who started it. It also talked about the Yangze Secret Realm more than ten years ago, but it was not about Qin Si. Instead, the topic fell on Wang Qingyue, the former number one beauty in the cultivation world.

"I was able to see Miss Wang's beauty once in the past, and the beauty is even better than that of a real goddess. I can't forget it." Mentioning Wang Qingyue, one person looked fascinated, and then sighed, "I heard that Miss Wang also came to the conference, but She wears a veil no matter where she is now, I'm afraid the wound on her face hasn't healed yet, alas, what a pity..."

"I also heard that Ms. Wang has asked the head of the Tianqing Sect to seek marriage with the Qingling Immortal Sect many times, or..." The person next to him suddenly interrupted, and was about to continue, but suddenly fell silent, attracting the attention of the audience. Those who are full of inexplicable.

Wang Qingyue nodded towards the few people who were frozen, and stopped after walking a long distance, with eyes half down, through the veil on her face, she touched the scar across her face.

"Want to fix it?"

Suddenly a bewitching voice sounded in her mind, and Wang Qingyue was startled, only to realize that she had actually walked into the woods on the back mountain of Chengxiao Peak at this time, and looked around vigilantly, except for the forest that flapped its wings from time to time. Birds and slightly noisy insects chirped, and there was clearly no trace of anyone in this sparse forest.

Pursing her lips, she turned and left.

"I can heal your face, and then you will still be the number one beauty in the cultivation world." The voice said.

Wang Qingyue heard it clearly, but she still didn't find anyone within the range of her divine sense. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had to admit that the content of the voice's words moved her very much, but she was only shaken for a moment. Then her feet moved even faster, and she wanted to report to the head of the Qingling Immortal Sect that someone had sneaked in.

But in the next moment, her eyes went dark.

The number one beauty in the cultivation world, Wang Qingyue, is missing!

Although Wang Qingyue's face was disfigured in the Yangze Secret Realm, her reputation as the number one beauty in the cultivation world in the past was too famous. Her disappearance caused an uproar immediately.

Wang Zhen, the head of Tianqingzong, came to Qingling Xianzong with anger, insisting on Qingling Xianzong to give him an explanation.Qingwei also knew that the situation was urgent, and after confirming that no one had entered or left the sect's formation during these days, she set out to send out disciples to turn Qingling Xianzong upside down, but found nothing.

"I've searched all the places that should be searched." After searching for a whole day, Qing Wei rubbed her ears that were buzzing with Wang Zhen's shock, "I don't know if Master Wang can obtain the position of Ling Nu through other means?"

"Yes, I'm confused." Hearing Qingwei's words, Wang Zhen patted his head. When he heard that his daughter was missing, he rushed to find someone, but he forgot to guard the spirit lamp, and quickly took out a jade slip, ready to send a message .

Wang Zhen's jade slip hadn't been finished yet, when suddenly a golden light shot towards him, it was Tian Qingzong's messenger jade slip.

After reading the messenger jade slip in his hand several times, Wang Zhen's face was pale and pale, and finally he was pale. He stepped back a few steps and leaned against the pillars in the hall to barely fall. In an instant, most of it was white.

——Wang Qingyue's wake lamp went out.

Like Qingling Xianzong's ever-burning lantern, Tianqingzong's spirit-guarding lantern also reflects the life and death conditions of the disciples in the sect.

Qingwei opened her mouth, but did not say a word of comfort. The next head of the second sect disappeared and died in Qingling Xianzong inexplicably, and even lost her mind and soul. World repair war.Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smiled wryly. He understood this truth, and Wang Zhen must also understand it. However, this battle was unavoidable and unavoidable.

really.

Wang Zhen straightened up, straightened his somewhat messy clothes, lowered his head halfway, and said in a gloomy tone, "I, Wang Zhen, have only one daughter in this life. She has been treated as a treasure since she was a child, and she has only been practicing Taoism for [-] years. There are no two candidates for the next head of the Tianqing Sect, how could you know that your arrogance, negligence and inappropriateness caused the death of my son, and I am unwilling to let it go."

"Master Wang—"

"Wait for my battle letter from Tianqingzong." After Qingwei's words were interrupted, Wang Zhen's hands in his sleeves kept trembling, and he tried his best to maintain calm, straightened his back, and led a few days to Qingwei. The disciple of the sect was about to go out, but suddenly stopped, struggled for a moment, and said, "Unless..."

"Please speak." Qing Wei, who was already ready to face the battle, paused when she heard this, her hand that kept stroking her beard.

"My girl used to like a boy from your sect very much. After Yangze Secret Realm came out, she even put herself under the eyes of others to clear up the rumors for him." Thinking of Wang Qingyue begging herself to come forward at that time, Wang Zhen, who has always been known as indomitable, couldn't help Eyes flushed, heart swayed, he gritted his teeth and said: "If I let him accompany my daughter, I won't care about it."

"It's just crazy!"

A cold drink came from outside the door, but he had just returned to Zong Qingsu a few days ago. After Qin Si retreated, he had been sorting out the newly fused soul in Feiwu Peak. Fang came here after being summoned by Qingwei. Shout out wild words.

The coercion of the practitioners during the tribulation period came suddenly, and everyone in the hall did not dare to breathe for a while, especially Wang Zhen, who was stared directly at by Qing Su, couldn't hold back two steps immediately, his face was pale, and his body was full of vitality. Running to the limit, it was hard not to kneel down.

But it was only for a moment, and the next moment he spit out a mouthful of blood, bent his knees, made a bang, and knelt heavily on the ground.

After a while, Qingsu withdrew his coercion, glanced at the few people of Tianqingzong who fell to the ground in a panic, and finally stopped on Wang Zhen, "If you want to fight, come and fight. Whoever dares to touch my disciples, This seat will let anyone taste the taste of bone-cutting with thousands of swords!"