Mortal Cultivation: Start with a Chaos Talisman

Xu Changan looked at the magic sword in his hand!

The sword was three feet long, wide and thick.

The two characters [Gan Jiang] were written on it in Zhou seal script.

His divine sense silently invaded it, wanting to see how many layers of restrictions there were on the sword.

But his divine sense swept it empty.

None!

Not even a single layer of restrictions.

It was exactly the same as the Moye Sword, without any level.

You can understand it if you think about it.

Why?

Because when the Gan Jiang and Moye swords were refined, they were made with the flesh and blood of Moye.

In a sense, these two swords are not treasures of Xuanmen.

They are magic weapons, or blood-refined weapons.

They are similar to the Asura disk in Xu Changan's body and the two black and red swords in the hands of the Asura Princess Wu Lian Nihong.

"Daoyou..." Suddenly, a divine thought came along with Xu Changan's divine thought: "You have Moye's sword spirit... May I ask Daoyou, where does this sword spirit come from?"

A figure appeared in the depths of Xu Changan's divine thought.

It was a middle-aged man in a green Taoist robe. He exposed half of his chest, with strong muscles and a firm face. He looked full of powerful strength.

His face was purple-red, just like the color left by being roasted in front of a stove for many years.

"You are..." Xu Changan communicated with the man with divine thought: "Swordsmith Gan Jiang?"

"Yes..." Gan Jiang nodded: "Tell me, where does the sword energy of my personal Moye come from?"

Xu Changan said: "Moye Sword, it's on me!"

"On you?" Gan Jiang was excited: "Where..."

Xu Changan waved his hand and sent Gan Jiang Sword into the Golden Talisman Space.

At the same time, he also threw a palm-sized black fragment that nurtured Moye's sword soul into the Golden Talisman Space.

Suddenly, Moye and Gan Jiang flew out of their treasures.

The rest were Gan Jiang and Moye, the two sword spirits, chatting by themselves.

Xu Changan did not disturb them.

...

"Let's go!" After getting the sword, Xu Changan did not want to stay, and took Shen Xizhi and the other two away and returned to the Shangjun Temple.

Check the teleportation array.

In order to ensure that there were no problems with the teleportation array, Xu Changan waved his hand and arranged several fourth-grade arrays outside the Shangjun Temple.

There were illusion arrays, defense arrays, and forbidden god arrays.

In this way, even if there were immortal cultivators flying over from high altitude, they would not be able to see the Shangjun Temple below.

The temple could not be seen, and this place was just an ordinary one among countless thousands of hills, so there was no need to worry about someone falling here and breaking the array.

"Guhong..." Xu Changan looked at his disciple: "Your cultivation is low, you can't help if you go, and you might even get in trouble for me, so don't follow me, just be responsible for guarding the teleportation array here!"

Mei Guhong also knew her own limitations. She nodded and said, "Master, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of it!"

As she spoke, she released her Nascent Soul puppet.

"Okay!" Xu Changan nodded and said, "Let's go to Diqiu City!"

This place is not far from Diqiu City, only one county away.

Xu Changan flew the flying boat again and headed for Diqiu City.

Sitting on the deck, Xu Changan looked at Gan Jiang and Moye in the golden talisman space.

The two had finished talking to each other.

Xu Changan asked a few questions and got the answers: Gan Jiang and Moye were both in the sword spirit state.

This is also the reason why Gan Jiang Sword did not come out, but hid in a deep pool.

Because there is no spiritual power and sword intent to replenish, if the Ganjiang sword is exposed to the open air, the sword intent on the sword will slowly disappear. Although this will not cause the sword soul to disappear, it will affect the power of the Ganjiang sword.

"I am willing to recognize you as my master!" Ganjiang sword knelt in the golden talisman space and said to Xu Changan: "You saved my wife and reunited us. You are the benefactor of both of us!"

"I am willing too!" Moye also knelt beside Ganjiang: "I am willing to be the master's sword slave!"

Xu Changan nodded and said: "Okay... You should practice first. When I have time, I will study how to forge a sword. I will go back to Luoyang Samsara Hall to retrieve the other half of the broken sword and recast Moye!"

"In the future, you two can fight together forever!"

"Yes!"

"Thank you, master!" Ganjiang said: "The Ganjiang sword is intact, the master can refine it with blood!"

"Well..." Xu Changan nodded.

He also has the method of blood refining.

This was what he had asked Wu Lian Nihong for when he was in Zhenwu Jedi. It was the inherited skill of the Asura clan, named [Ashura Blood Sutra].

Xu Changan took the Gan Jiang sword into his body and began to refine it with blood.

As for what kind of power it would be able to exert in the future, it was hard to guess now.

...

Diqiu City!

Weiguo Palace.

The avenue built with white marble in front of the palace was straight and clean, spotless.

There were clusters of flowers and lush vegetation on both sides of the avenue.

But there were very few people passing by.

It was cold and deserted, like a cold palace.

The morning sun rose slowly from the east, and the rays of light passed through the eaves of the corner tower of the palace in front and projected onto the white floor, a patch of mottled and golden.

Xu Changan stood on the avenue.

He raised his head and looked at the magnificent palace in front of him in the sunlight. He felt that the Weiguo Palace was even more majestic than the palaces of Qi and Yan.

Looking against the light, Xu Changan saw a young man in white standing in the shadow of the palace tower, but he couldn't see his face clearly.

Xu Changan squinted his eyes, then slowly stepped forward.

Behind him, on the left was Shen Xizhi, and on the right was Fu Nianzhen.

The further he walked, the taller the palace in front of him looked.

About a hundred feet away from the palace, Xu Changan suddenly stopped.

The yellow crane formed by the shallow luck above the palace suddenly collapsed inch by inch. After the shattered luck, it gathered again and turned into a golden dragon that soared into the sky and went straight into the sky.

"Roar..."

The dragon's breath was mighty and resounded through the Emperor Hill.

The man in white standing on the imperial city suddenly smiled. He looked at Xu Changan and said lightly: "You are finally here!"

Being close, Xu Changan's figure had already walked into the shadow of the palace, and his sight was no longer affected by the sunlight.

He saw the expression of the man on the high platform opposite clearly.

The man was very young and handsome.

He had a calm and unperturbed expression on his face.

Xu Changan nodded.

…

In the Crane Garden!

Zhen Qingyan, who was dressed in black, suddenly shuddered and turned to look at the golden dragon above the palace.

A girl next to her looked up in shock, her mouth and eyes wide open, and said in disbelief: "Dragon... Mother, is this the luck turning into a dragon?"

"Yes!" Zhen Qingyan smiled.

The girl also smiled: "Is father here?"