Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Chapter 362: The Soul in the Sword Bone

The jade slip hidden in the soul-sending array records a secret method.

"Raising the Sword Bone".

Xiao Lin looked at the shadow: "The secret method of the Xiao clan?"

The shadow admitted frankly: "Yes, they are all our things. Learn them carefully. This is a secret method condensed from the heritage of a great god clan."

Then Xiao Lin took the jade slip and showed it to Qi Wu Yue.

Shadow: ...What a promising person.

Qi Wu Yue examined it carefully and found that there was indeed no problem.

"Sword bones, and sword bones that were shaped after birth, can almost be called a heaven-defying secret technique."

Sword bone is the most powerful spiritual bone that all sword practitioners strive to obtain.

"The sword bone is very strong. The saying 'one sword can break all laws' is definitely not just empty words."

"Xuan Wei was born with a sword bone. He was able to grow quickly and break through to immortality at over a hundred years old, thanks to his sword bone."

"You've seen his sword intent, it's just okay." Qi Wu Yue reluctantly praised him.

The words "not bad" were his reluctant compliments.

Qi Wu Yue’s true evaluation: Tsk, nothing more than that.

so so.

"Being born with sword bones is certainly superior, but being able to cultivate a physique that can develop sword bones is even more superior than being born with sword bones."

"The acquired sword bone will not be bad, it may even be stronger."

"Because while being born with sword bones brings advantages, it is also a limitation. It is destined to be limited and cannot be broken through."

"Acquired sword bones are the opposite. They are brand new spiritual bones that are blended from blood and tears. The more energy and effort you spend, the higher the quality of the sword bones will be."

"The most intuitive way to identify the quality of sword bones is to look at the number. There are hundreds of bones in the human body, and only one in ten thousand monks has sword bones."

"Even for those who are one in a million and have sword bones, the most likely possibility is that they only have one or two sword bones in their body."

Xiao Lin suddenly remembered: "The sword bone we picked up on the altar had seven bones."

Qi Wu Yue nodded: "Seven sword bones are already rare under normal circumstances."

The owner of the sword bone must have been famous.

"Of course, the simplest and most brutal way is to change bones. I don't recommend it. I think even if the sword bone has seven pieces, it is still too inferior for you." Qi Wu Yue said directly.

Xiao Lin: "Don't worry, I won't change my bones."

He actually resisted such a bloody method.

"Of course you can't change it. You have jade bones, and the acquired sword bones you cultivate will only be thousands of times better than it." Qi Wu Yue said as a matter of course.

As he rang the little silver bell, he thought of something else.

"Grinding it into powder and soaking it in water to drink is all nonsense. Don't believe it. Instead of grinding it into powder, you might as well throw it at an auction and sell it for money."

"There is an auction soon. Do you want to sell it for spirit stones?" Xiao Lin touched Qi Wu Yue's hair inadvertently and gave a gentle reminder.

Qi Wu Yue thought about it and shook his head: "Don't worry, there is a soul left on the sword bone. It is better to put it into the soul-nourishing lamp to warm up the soul for a while, and then pry out the swordsmanship insights and swordsmanship secrets before death."

The Sword Valley is the burial site of tens of thousands of swords. The reason why it is famous throughout the world and revered as a treasure land by sword practitioners is that it contains the natal spirit swords left behind by great men of past generations.

Those ownerless swords carry many sword techniques, mental skills, and insights of ancient sages. Their value is immeasurable and they are the most precious heritage of the Sword Valley.

The sword bones also carry the memories of the cultivator during his lifetime. Those memories of enlightenment of the powerful are where its value lies.

Qi Wu Yue took out the sword bone that was gathered in the mustard seed ring.

The sword bone had no idea that it was a valuable piece of trash that could be thrown to an auction house in exchange for spirit stones at any time. It happily and firmly believed that it was a sought-after spirit bone.

Suddenly seeing the light of day again, he was so overwhelmed by the beauty at such close range that he couldn't recover for a long time. His butterfly bones were fluttering, and he was so mesmerized that he spoke without knowing what to say.

"My beauty, if you give me a kiss, I will consider you as my first choice of heir."

Qi Wu Yue threw the sword bone into the soul-nourishing lamp without hesitation.

The dark blue soul-guiding fire and the soul-nourishing lamp began to work together, and the soft and gentle light began to warm the sword bone.

The sword bone shrank several times and floated in the soul-nourishing lamp, looking very much like the flapping of two fingernail-sized butterfly bone wings.

"Not bad, not bad. This place is very comfortable." Sword Bone, fanning the mini butterfly bone, expressed his satisfaction.

Qi Wu Yue placed his palm on the soul-nourishing lamp, attempting to use soul-searching to extract the remaining memories from the sword bone.

After searching around, all I found was Jiangu groaning on the coffin after his death, in that dark world within a world.

"Where are your memories of your life?" Qi Wu Yue withdrew his hand and frowned.

Jian Gu, who was happily traveling in the Soul-Nourishing Lamp, was stunned: "Ah? I have no memory? This is impossible. Let me think about it, let me think about it."

The two butterfly bones that looked like wings stopped flapping and turned around in the soul-nourishing lamp as if in deep thought.

After a long moment, Jian Gu's voice was slightly terrified.

"It's over. I really can't seem to remember it."

"Where are my memories?"

"Who am I?"

"Help, help, why can't I remember anything?"

The two fingernail-sized butterfly bones banged against the lamp wall, and he said in distress: "I am destined to be awesome in this life. If I forget my life experience, how can I brag about my achievements in life to others in the future!"

No one cares about its distress.

"Maybe it's because he's been dead for too long, and his memory has been erased. Maybe he can recover a little by nurturing him in the soul-nourishing lamp for a while." Xiao Lin stroked Qi Wu Yue's fingertips.

Beautiful and easy to pinch.

He lowered his eyes and spoke softly.

"Of course, it would be best if we can recover."

“It cannot be restored.”

Qi Wu Yue immediately made the decision: "Sell it for spirit stones."

However, the use of the soul-nourishing lamp requires spiritual power to activate it. Although it does not need to be carried with you all the time, it still needs to replenish spiritual power from time to time.

Qi Wu Yue doesn't have the patience, and Xiao Lin doesn't have the free time either.

So the soul-nourishing lamp and the sword bone inside it were handed over to the most idle person in the entire yard to take care of.

Xue Lingluo lifted her hair, her peach blossom eyes looking at dead bones with incomparable affection. He slumped his shoulders, looking lazy as if he had no bones.

"I'm busy too, okay?"

He touched his belly and gave her a loving look.

"I'm busy raising your enemy's fetus~"

next second.

Xue Lingluo covered his head and ran away.

"Don't hit my face, don't hit my face!"

So Xue Lingluo not only had to hold his small flower pot, but also had to pick up a soul-nourishing lamp.

It's like a divorced person raising two kids.

Jian Gu looked at the big red creature in front of him and felt that it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was.

Forget it, it's an eyesore to see too much of this kind of flirtatious stuff.

It’s probably because I’ve been staying in the soul-nourishing lamp for too long.

One day, after Xue Lingluo watered his small flowerpot, he discovered that three blurry souls were rising up from the sword bone bit by bit.

The three souls were of different colors, floating and swaying in the soul-nourishing lamp.

The smallest and weakest light green soul among them floated and stumbled.

Its scent is also the lightest.

Among them, the one with the darkest color, the most solid and powerful soul is a blurry rouge-colored soul.

Most of the energy that the sword bone drew from the soul-nourishing lamp returned to the rouge-colored soul body.

The soul body is the embodiment of spiritual consciousness and thoughts.

But it is extremely rare that the same sword bone actually has three different souls at the same time.

Xue Lingluo always couldn't help but secretly observe the every move of these three little creatures in the soul-nourishing lamp.

Every time he could see the rouge-colored blurry soul frantically tearing and whipping a dark gray blurry soul.

The rouge-colored soul was like a hot-tempered Queen of Flowers. It tore the dark gray soul into pieces until the soul shattered and turned into flowing gray mist.

But it always protects the small, light green soul.

The energy obtained from the Soul-Nourishing Lamp can help it condense and enlarge its soul, but it is never stingy, and even often uses its own spiritual soul to feed the weakest light green soul.

He plucked the soul consciousness from his body to feed the light green soul to prevent its aura from dissipating.

If such an action were done to a living person, it would be tantamount to feeding him with flesh and blood.

What the light green soul likes most is to hide in the arms of the rouge soul shyly and yet with great attachment.

The two souls snuggled together.

Such a heartwarming scene made Xue Lingluo feel as if the corpse spots on her face had faded a lot.

The energy in the soul-nourishing lamp is endless.

The scattered gray souls always slowly condense again and again.

And the rouge-colored soul always rushed forward without hesitation and tore it to pieces again.

With such a ferocious momentum, it is completely impossible to see the gentleness with which it feeds the light blue soul.

It seems that its daily task is to prevent the gray soul from condensing and feeding the light blue soul.

As if this was enough to satisfy it.

Among the three souls, the rouge soul is always the dominant one, having control over the sword bone.

If Xue Lingluo had not replenished the soul-nourishing lamp with spiritual power in time that time, this old man would have started yelling and urging her to do it.

"Hey, hey! The one in red cloth! Are you busy getting married?"

"Hurry up, spiritual power!"

Xue Lingluo had to get up and add spiritual power to this old man.

Sometimes, he always felt that this noisy and commanding attitude was very similar to...

Like who?

Like his master?

No, his master was the laziest, how could he be so angry?

Sometimes, even though you are lying down, it is quieter than being dead.

It was clearly a sword bone that had been dead for who knows how many years, but it was more energetic and lively than his master.

But the rouge-colored soul didn't care what the big red creature in front of it was thinking, and it focused on feeding the light green soul seriously.