In the furnace, after three days and nights, the Heavenly Iron was exhausted, and the artifact sword embryo was finally completed.
"Sir, a drop of my heart's blood."
Looking at the bright sword embryo that appeared in front of her, Leng Yan transmitted to Lin Chongyang outside the furnace that this was the agreement between the three of them in the past. As long as her physical problem can be successfully solved and the artifact of heaven is cast, It will hurt her life.
Then, Lin Chongyang took over the sword and became the master of the artifact.
As the words fell, in just a few breaths, a ball of red-gold blood burning with golden flames emerged from the void.
It is hot and sacred, exuding a unique fragrance that makes people feel intoxicated. The rising flames make the surrounding space begin to distort.
The moment he saw it, the scenery of the past reappeared before Leng Yan's eyes.
In the seemingly real and illusory Hao Sun, there is a life that is difficult to summarize in words. She is divine in the sky and holy in the earth. Her body is covered with scales, and the scales are rich in texture, encompassing everything in the world.
Her existence is a twisted word "Tao" that changes all the time, explaining the root of everything in the world.
Suddenly, the vision is like a dream, fleeting and dispersed invisibly.
Leng Yan's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, suppressing the strangeness in her heart, and pulled it to fall on the sword embryo. As the sword embryo was refined with hard work, cracks began to spread on the inner wall of the furnace.
Zheng——!
Just as the ice-colored brilliance shot straight into the sky, another roar was heard, the Heavenly Sword was illuminated, the Heavenly Fire faded away, and the furnace also turned into ashes.
The proud peak covered with ice and snow all year round, in the light of the soaring sword, the wind and snow on the thirteenth peak disappeared, and the ice accumulated for thousands of years was also affected and began to show signs of melting.
"Brother Lin, it's up to you!"
Jiangnan Chunxin turned around and greeted Lin Chongyang who was not far away. If the ice and snow on Aofeng were allowed to melt, the land with a radius of thousands of miles might become a Zeguo.
Although there is no trace of human beings within a radius of not to mention thousands of miles, the impact of the melting of Aofeng is undoubtedly huge, and it should be avoided if possible.
When the words fell, the heavenly fire stayed outside, the sound of the piano stopped, and the storm also stopped.
However, the cold air of the ice cloud swept out, stabilizing the terrain of Aofeng, causing the snow water to freeze again, and avoiding the crisis of transforming thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into rivers.
When the mist dissipated, only a white figure was seen, standing in the snow in front of the sky fire, with an aura that was both earthly and gorgeous.
There was a long sword suspended in mid-air in front of her.
The blade of the sword is clear and clear, embodying the holy light. It is decorated with etching marks on the left side, and there is a light golden hoop in the middle, highlighting the solemnity and extraordinaryness of the heavenly artifact.
The disc-shaped guard is a miniature of a star map, with three walls and twenty-eight constellations on it, and below it, there is a clear and transparent crystal hilt, with the light of the Sui Pearl hidden at the head of the sword.
Although the material of the sword has changed, the entire sword is one piece without any trace of continuity.
In fact, if one had not seen it with one's own eyes, this sword would have been made by nature, not made by man.
After seeing the figure, Jiang Nanchunxin asked with concern: "My friend, are you okay?"
Judging from Leng Yan's whole body's Qi, this casting spirit shaping was undoubtedly very successful. Even though the artifact of heaven was cast, there was not much loss.
Moreover, the hidden dangers that Jiang Nan Chunxin was worried about have not appeared. Now Leng Yan is just like him, and is already a serious iron man.
"It's nothing serious. It's even better than before. Thank you Nobu-kun."
Although she has lost her yang-iron bones, her current Leng Yan is still fearless of the bitter cold of Aofeng.
Especially after casting the Divine Artifact of Heaven, she checked her own consumption and discovered that this body was far more useful than she imagined, which shows the effort put into it by the person who cast the body.
"Then I'll feel relieved."
As he spoke, Jiang Nan Chunxin cast his gaze at the artifact of the sky suspended in the air, and said in wonder:
"Is this the artifact of that day? It looks much stronger than Yajiu."
This sword must be the master of sword weaving skills, and it seems that due to the difference in Leng Yan's body, some benign changes have occurred, but...
Why does he feel that this look looks familiar?
"In terms of the shape of the sword, I have referenced several of Sir's other swords. In this way, it should be easier to use." Leng Yan explained.
Lin Chongyang's swords have basically the same characteristics. They all give up toughness and focus on sturdiness, which can maximize the strength of the sword owner.
Jiang Nanchunxin nodded: "Does it have a name for the sword?"
"No, this sword was made by Mr. Xin. Can Mr. Xin give it a name?"
At the same time as he spoke, his cold eyes looked at the figure sitting on the roof not far away.
Jiangnan Chunxin also greeted: "Brother Lin, come and see your new sword!"
Lin Chongyang on the roof finished adjusting his breath, exhaled a breath of stale breath, stood up slowly, jumped down, and landed next to the two of them:
"Just like my friend said, let's give him a name by Brother Jiangnan."
A drop of hard work still had an impact on him, but it wasn't that big.
However, this sword...
Although it was similar to the heavenly artifact in his memory, it was quite different in terms of details and structure.
Was it the reason for his blood? Or is it because the sword makers are different? Or maybe both?
Speaking of which, now that his family has become richer and richer, in the future, should he also learn from Mofo Bo Xun and transform into a six-armed dharma form when facing the enemy?
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Jiangnan Chunxin moved his gaze from Lin Chongyang to Leng Yan, then to the sword, and said in deep thought:
"Let me think about it, Crow Nine is because of its function. Since this sword is a heavenly sword, how about calling it Nirvana?"
Born out of the past, body and mind are fully sublimated, Nirvana is a very memorable name.
"Nirvana?"
Leng Yan tasted the name, then sighed softly and looked at Lin Chongyang aside:
"Then call for Nirvana. From now on, this Nirvana Sword will be entrusted to Sir."
"Since it is a gift from a good friend, Lin is disrespectful."
After bowing and bowing, Lin Chongyang stretched out his right hand, and Nirvana fell into his palm as if summoned.
Holding the newly born divine weapon of heaven, he discovered the difference of this sword just by touching it.
If Zhisheng Peitian is a sword for self-cultivation, reminding the sword owner to weigh the balance between killing and not killing, then Nirvana is a pure sword without any external factors attached.
"How?" Jiang Nan Chunxin asked.
Lin Chongyang replied: "You will know once you try it."
As he finished speaking, he saw only a mountain wall, with the Thirteenth Peak of Self-Proud Peak rising slowly.
Immediately, countless sword energy rose up, some were flexible and long, some were ethereal and illusory, some were fast and ruthless, some were vast and profound, or some were violent and chaotic.
Different emotions, different sword movements, under the benevolence, can be transformed into the world of mortals with one sword, and play out all kinds of situations in the world.
Heaven's benevolence, the sword's extreme, the will of the heart is infinite, and the sword's will is infinite.
Tianren Jianji!
The Nirvana sword pointed to the sky, and Lin Chongyang slashed with his sword. Suddenly, the sword energy became a pen, and the brush and ink were splashed, and the mountains and rivers were like scrolls, encompassing all things.
The red sword light slashed down and hit the rising mountain wall, leaving only a sword mark, just like the words left by Wu Chi on Gui Xin Yuan.
