After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

"What a sword!"

Everyone marveled.

After all, the ice in this ice cave is made of extremely hard ice condensed by the cold mist, and ordinary magic weapons cannot shake it at all.

The fact that this newly forged spiritual sword has such power is enough to prove that this sword is extremely powerful, not to mention that this sword also possesses the spirituality of a rudimentary weapon spirit.

If you keep it warm and nourished, you will surely become famous in the world of immortality in the future.

Unexpectedly, Chen Zun shook his head slightly, with a look of regret on his face.

"Still a little weak."

As soon as he said these words, the purple spiritual sword buzzed with purple light, seeming to protest Chen Zun's dissatisfaction.

Chen Zun was speechless and laughed, and said: "Although it is weak now, it will grow up if it is warmed here for a few years."

Only then did the purple spirit sword regain its composure.

Chen Zun stared at the purple spirit sword, his eyes full of love, and he gently touched the sword body.

for a long time.

He suddenly said: "A real treasure can only exert its full strength in the hands of a completely suitable person. Can I find an owner for you?"

hum!

The purple spirit sword trembled slightly.

It broke away from Chen Zun's hand and started flying around his body, seemingly unwilling.

Chen Zun's eyes were a bit hard to let go, and he sighed: "You don't want to?"

The purple spiritual sword gently passed over his cheek, and the blade lightly touched his fingers.

"Today is not what it used to be. You can't use your strength by following me."

Chen Zun smiled bitterly.

Now that he doesn't have the ice-veined spirit body and the "Blue Snow Sword Technique", it is superfluous to keep the purple spirit sword by his side.

And Zhao Lingyun is the best master. There is no one in the world who is more suitable for this purple spiritual sword than her.

No matter how reluctant he was to part with the purple spiritual sword, this sword was tailor-made for Zhao Lingyun.

His face turned cold and he said, "No, you can't stay with me. The master I have chosen for you is the best in the world."

The purple spirit sword was even more excited, and the sound of the sword kept erupting.

"Why, you don't listen to my wishes either?"

Chen Zun's face darkened.

The Purple Spirit Sword felt that Chen Zun was a little angry, and his momentum suddenly weakened.

It doesn't understand why its owner abandoned it.

The Bixue Sword in Zhao Lingyun's hand suddenly broke out of her hand and kept flying in the mirror.

Chen Zun stretched out his hand and gently grabbed the purple spirit sword in his hand.

This sword is the condensed essence of his life. To him, it is a spiritual object created by his own hands and endowed with spirituality.

However, this sword has left too many marks on him. If it is given to his sister Zhao Lingyun rashly, it will definitely affect its use.

Therefore, he must remove all his marks from this sword.

After thinking for a long time, there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

Sorry.

Chen Zun showed a look of determination.

He closed his eyes, and a spiritual light appeared on his hand, covering the purple spiritual sword.

The purple spiritual sword shook slightly.

It found that its connection with Chen Zun was slowly severed.

This made the purple spirit sword panic.

It instinctively wanted to struggle, but the consciousness of submission came from Chen Zun. After all, it was not very intelligent, so it still succumbed.

When Bixuejian witnessed this scene, those familiar feelings came back.

It also remembered that Chen Zun was its creator and Chen Zun was its master.

The blade of the sword continued to tremble, emitting bursts of mournful screams.

Everyone was a little puzzled when they saw this scene, but when they saw Chen Zun's appearance, they were a little curious.

"What is the Demon Lord doing?"

Anyone with eyes immediately recognized this scene and screamed.

"The Demon Lord is erasing the brand on the purple spiritual sword!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Ge Moshi's eyes were full of complicated things and he sighed: "This sword is condensed by his true essence. If it is not erased, no one can use it unless the sword spirit dies."

By this time, Zhao Lingyun was already convinced that this purple spiritual sword was the Blue Snow Sword she would get in the future.

She was extremely flustered inside, as if a voice was taunting her.

Look, your life, your proud spiritual roots, and even your natal magic weapon were all given by this man. What qualifications do you have to speak against him?

Zhao Lingyun felt even more guilty.

Chen Zun is still going on.

His hands flashed with spiritual light, wrapping the purple spiritual sword after a stick of incense.

The purple spirit sword slowly began to lose color from the hilt, and the purple color dissipated, leaving only the white sword body.

Not long after, when all the purple faded away, only a white and translucent sword remained.

Chen Zun opened his eyes and stared at the spirit sword.

He has erased all traces of himself, including his initial spiritual consciousness, and even all information about himself in the Sword Spirit has been completely erased.

From then on, this sword had nothing to do with him anymore.

After pondering for a moment, he used his finger as a pen to carve two words on the sword.

Bixue!

Chen Zun picked up the Bixue Sword and said softly: "You are made from the Bixue Sword Technique. From today on, you will be called Bixue."

Everyone looked at the process of the purple spiritual sword changing from purple to white, and witnessed Chen Zun branding the name on the sword, and they all exclaimed.

"Damn it, it's really a blue snow sword!"

"Unexpectedly, the Bixue Sword was really forged by the Demon Lord!"

And among the many admirations, the monk who was arguing just now shouted: "Look, I was right, this purple spiritual sword is the Blue Snow Sword, you lose!"

The monk's face turned red, but he did not dare to refute.

But now no one noticed them, but the blue snow sword placed in the mirror.

It remembered everything, and the sound of swords kept flying around Shen Ruoyan and Chen Zun.

It seemed to be calling and whining.

Zhao Lingyun fell to the ground softly, covering her face and crying bitterly.

"Brother, Yun'er is wrong!"

The origin of Bixue Sword has been revealed, and she should be happy, but no one is more miserable than her.

The Bixue Sword was created by Chen Zun, but she seriously injured Chen Zun with this sword.

This truth was difficult for her to accept, and she was even more tormented inside.

The faces of the women were extremely complicated.

Who could have imagined that things would turn out to be like this. Under the Shuiyue Mirror, instead of uncovering Chen Zun's evil deeds, his upright and selfless side was revealed everywhere.

They are also a little scared in their hearts. What if future events overturn all the so-called facts now?

Ji Yanwu couldn't help but sweat, feeling faintly regretful.

Perhaps, turning on the Shuiyue Mirror to play back Chen Zun's memories was a wrong choice.

However, now that it has reached this point, if the Shuiyue Mirror Artifact Spirit does not appear, she will not be able to stop it.

Chen Zun couldn't hear their voices or see the pictures.

After he erased the mark of the Bixue Sword, he looked at it again with eyes full of love.

Then, he threw the Blue Snow Sword back into the mysterious formation, activated the formation, and condensed the cold mist again.

The Bixue Sword is still a bit weak, so he wants to gather cold mist here to enhance its power.

Chen Zun returned to his original position, put out a Pu tray, sat down, and meditated again with his eyes closed.

For the next time, he will stay here and maintain the stimulating effect of the mysterious formation until the sword can absorb the cold mist on its own without relying on the formation.