Mind Cultivation Record

"Incredible! It's really incredible..."

"Senior! But is there anything wrong?"

"No! It's nothing! The calamity clouds have been dispersed. Those calamity thunders look fierce, but in fact they are rootless trees and sourceless water, and they will not last long. What is really terrible is your new flying sword. ! I really wonder what went wrong to create such a spiritual flying sword!" Seeing Xiao Mian's puzzled expression at this point, the scholar explained: "Why do you think that flying sword didn't kill the robbery? Completely break up? I originally thought it was because of its lack of strength, but now it seems..."

"Is it tempering itself with tribulation thunder?"

"That's right! Heavenly tribulations, no matter how big or small, are a kind of test and recognition of monks by Heavenly Dao. Of course, they are also a reward. Great tribulations can reshape the monks' physical bodies. Although they cannot completely change them, they can also enhance the monks' physical strength. "Although the Small Heavenly Tribulation is not as good as the Great Heavenly Tribulation, it can also temper the monk's body and strengthen his body. What this flying sword is doing now is to temper the sword body and strengthen itself through the Tribulation Thunder."

Xiao Mian was shocked after hearing the scholar's explanation. His flying sword didn't seem to be a fuel-efficient lamp!

Although Feijian was trembling wildly from being struck by those tribulation thunders, he persisted in the end, and just as the scholar predicted, the tribulation thunders gradually calmed down after raging for a while. Just as a sword whistling sound was heard, the flying sword suddenly became a hundred times larger, like a whale swallowing up all the remaining thousands of calamity clouds in the sky, swallowing them clean.

The surrounding sky is completely empty, the clouds of calamity have dispersed, and the sky is clear for thousands of miles.

The flying sword suddenly grew larger and smaller, and trembled wildly. Suddenly it became unstable and fell from mid-air. The landing place happened to be three feet away from Xiao Mian's face.

Xiao Mian just wanted to reach out and pick up the flying sword, but he saw a figure flashing away, and the old man surnamed Wu had already arrived first.

"Supposedly, this sword has been forged, but I just tempered it with thunder. I'm afraid there's something wrong with this sword, so let me check it again! Huairen, this flying sword should be the most proud of my life." It’s finished, go and prepare the ceremony for me!”

"Sacrifice ceremony? That's fine!"

After a second thought, the scholar led Xiao Mian and left quietly.

The so-called ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is to report to heaven about certain matters. These matters may be big or small, but without exception they are all extremely important to those who offer sacrifices to heaven.

For example, the so-called heaven-sacrifice ceremony of the old man surnamed Wu is to tell God about the birth of this flying sword, which shows that the old man surnamed Wu attaches great importance to this flying sword.

If we can use the refining of this flying sword to cheer up Senior Brother Wu, it will be a good thing for both him and Wan Zongcheng.

The Evergreen Life Pill can extend Brother Wu's life for thirty years. It would be even better if he could find a breakthrough in these thirty years!

Just when the scholar was thinking this, his heart suddenly moved, his face changed drastically and he suddenly stopped. Then regardless of Xiao Mian's questions, the scholar turned around and returned to the weapon refining workshop.

When Xiao Mian also turned back to the weapon refining workshop, he was shocked by what he saw.

The old man surnamed Wu was not checking the flying sword as he said. On the contrary, the flying sword was inserted straight into the heart of the old man surnamed Wu.

The strange thing is that not a trace of blood splashed out!

"Brother Wu! You...why are you doing this..."

"This sword... is too weird! Things must be reversed at their extremes, and too much is too much. It can smash the thunder and calamity as soon as it is born, and turn the calamity thunder for one's own use. If it becomes the situation in the future, it will not be able to wipe out the world with blood? Ahem..." Violent... As he coughed, the expression of the old man surnamed Wu became worse and worse, and he insisted: "Since this sword was forged by me, Wu Lieyang, there is no chance of it causing harm to the world! I will shoulder my full responsibility. Of!"

"You! Brother Wu, do you want to..."

"Don't try to stop me!" Staring at the scholar, the old man who called himself Wu Lieyang suddenly became very energetic, and the aura emanating from his body was not weaker than that of Granny Hua and Bai Haoping. It was obvious that he was also a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator. The scholar's expression changed again and again, and finally he just let out a long sigh. He never expected that things would turn out like this. Seeing that the scholar gave up on stopping him, Wu Lieyang smiled faintly: "Huairen! You are still so kind to a woman! But this is also due to your nature, which is commendable."

"It's all my fault! I shouldn't have deceived my senior brother! I know that my senior brother and the Bai family are incompatible with each other, so my senior brother will definitely not take the Evergreen Life Pill refined by the Bai family, but I..."

"Stop talking!" Shaking his head, Wu Lieyang smiled brightly at the scholar: "When my master was dying, he warned you, 'Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you.' Today, senior brother has a message for you: The sea is open to all rivers, and there are many rivers. The capacity is great; the wall stands thousands of feet tall, and the lack of desire leads to strength!"

"Thank you! Senior brother!"

"Let's go! Take this kid away, I want to complete the last step!"

"yes!"

Nodding, the scholar winked at Xiao Mian and left the weapon refining workshop again.

Although Xiao Mian was puzzled, he also knew that the matter was of great importance and had to withdraw.

"Senior, why is Senior Wu like this?"

"I was the one who harmed Senior Brother Wu! Senior Brother Wu is a very stubborn person with an extremely stubborn temper. He also has preconceptions about the Bai family and has many prejudices. He is unwilling to take any pills from the Bai family. Originally, I thought you would come forward, plus The temptation of the seventh-level spiritual material should have revived my ambitions, but unexpectedly...he wanted to use his body to match his sword!"

"Fix your body with your sword?"

"The closest relationship with a flying sword is not the user, but the caster. For a flying sword, the caster is its parent. In the process of casting your flying sword, I am just Knock on the side drum, senior brother is the forger." Having said this, the scholar turned around and looked at the weapon refining workshop not far away. He felt a pain in his heart and said softly: "The so-called sword is made by the body. Died by the sword!"

"..."

"But senior brother's worries are not unnecessary. Your flying sword is indeed too weird. After senior brother died with the sword, he should be able to suppress the evil spirit!"

"So, doesn't it mean that this junior harmed Senior Wu?"

"I can't say that! If it hadn't been for this incident, Brother Wu would have been sitting there waiting to die. On the contrary, during the process of refining this flying sword, I can clearly feel his joy and happiness. For a weapon refining person As a master, there is nothing that makes me happier than refining a top-quality flying sword. I would also like to thank you for giving him this opportunity. Besides, this sword is magical and extraordinary. If it can be carried forward in your hands in the future, The name of Wu Lieyang is known throughout the world and will be remembered for generations to come."

"...Thank you, senior!"

"Let's go in!"

"yes!"

After waiting for a while, the two entered the weapon refining workshop again.

At this time, Wu Lieyang had passed away peacefully, with a smile on his face. Apart from his abnormally pale face, his complexion was actually better than when Xiao Mian first saw him.

The flying sword that killed his father lay quietly aside.

The two of them bowed to Wu Lieyang in unison.

Then, the scholar picked up Wu Lieyang's body, while Xiao Mian picked up the flying sword.

As soon as the flying sword was in hand, a feeling of blood connection arose spontaneously. I think this was what the scholar said at that time, using blood to refine the sword, like an arm using fingers.

But when he took a closer look, Xiao Mian was quite surprised: in its normal form, this flying sword was actually nearly three feet long!

You must know that ordinary flying swords are small pocket swords that are no more than three inches long. Xiao Mian has never seen such a long flying sword since he entered the cultivation level!

"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you shed your blood to admit your master!"

"Recognize the Lord by shedding blood? Oh!"

After being reminded by the scholar, Xiao Mian then thought that this flying sword was at the magic weapon level, and it was a new magic weapon flying sword. There was no monk mark inside. As long as Xiao Mian dropped his own blood into it, it would be able to drip blood. Recognize the Lord and avoid the initial sacrifice.

Of course, if you want to fully master this flying sword, you will need many years of practice.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Mian used the flying sword to cut his fingertip, letting the green blood flow out, but not dripping on the sword. Just because this blood is just ordinary blood, and to identify the master with a drop of blood, it must be the natal essence blood in the monk's heart.

The natal essence and blood is the most precious product of a monk.

Under Xiao Mian's deliberate operation, drops of dark green life essence and blood dripped from his fingers and merged into the flying sword. At first, Xiao Mian was okay, but as time went by, more and more of his life essence and blood were dripped in, and even Xiao Mian was a little overwhelmed. What's even weirder is that every drop of natal essence and blood is wrapped with a little bit of true energy. In just a short time, Xiao Mian spent nine points of natal essence and blood and nine points of true essence.

Finally, the flying sword stopped sucking blood, and Xiao Mian breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, the flying sword soared into the sky, and a sword whistle resounded in all directions.

If that was all, after the sword roar, Feijian turned his sword and suddenly swung a chaotic sword light towards Wanzong City under the sacred mountain, like a sword falling from the sky...