————Replace immediately. Replace immediately. Come back after two o’clock——
The youth on the other side
The spiritual power threads linking the young man and the spiritual sword continued to increase, condensed into pieces, and gradually built a thin spiritual power "bridge".
It was obvious that he was trying to tame the indescribably powerful spiritual sword in front of him.
But if someone looks carefully, they will find that this spiritual power bridge is not composed of a single spiritual power, but two different spiritual powers.
The spiritual power of the Golden Wheel Sword is just like its outward manifestation of power, glowing with a strong golden light and carrying an extremely strong yang attribute.
Yes, the spiritual power of this spiritual sword does not belong to any of the five elements of spiritual power, nor is it a well-known mutation attribute. Strictly speaking, the spiritual power contained in it should have no attributes. However, because the special materials used to construct the spirit sword are produced in the extremely yang land, this spirit sword has extremely strong yang attributes.
On the other hand, the spiritual power of Zhenjun Yuanheng is more of water and wood attributes, and even has more wood attributes. The overall spiritual power is faintly green-blue.
The two kinds of spiritual power are intertwined and intertwined. The difference is really big, and it also causes some great deviations in vision. The two parties each accounted for half, and did not show obvious advantages and disadvantages.
This is not an ordinary way of refining spiritual weapons, but more like a competition. A contest between humans and spiritual treasures to see who bows his head first.
This is because this Golden Wheel Sword is neither a magic weapon nor a spiritual weapon, but a spiritual treasure that was born and raised by nature. Although it later fell into the hands of monks and was refined to make it more suitable for human use, it actually came to the world as a spiritual treasure before its initial birth. It is far more spiritual and proud than ordinary spiritual weapons.
Therefore, refining it is more difficult than refining man-made magic weapons. After all, even if the latter monks want to refine, they have to distinguish their attributes and abilities. Good spiritual weapons and magic weapons will choose their own masters.
What's more, it's almost impossible for a born spirit treasure to recognize a mediocre master. Even depending on their own strength, if the cultivation level of the person who intends to refine is too low, they will most likely refuse.
The Golden Wheel Sword is a super-celestial spiritual treasure. It also became famous from its former owner and left a great name in history. It is not easy to tame such a spiritual treasure at all, let alone something that can be accomplished in a short time.
Today's Daojun Yuanheng probably still has a long way to go before he can tame this sword.
However, this was a "level" specially set for him by the other party, a test introduced by the other party.
Although he cannot be called a master due to personal reasons, he should fulfill his wishes if he inherits the mantle. Even though he knew it might be dangerous, he still jumped in.
I don't think he still overestimated himself. Even if he breaks through the Nascent Soul and reaches the level of God Transformation, he still cannot get even a little recognition from this spiritual sword.
The previous owner of this spiritual sword was also the venerable person who asked him to refine the sword. His power had reached the peak that human cultivation could achieve. How could he accept the scenery at such a high peak when he was at the foot of such a low mountain? Yuan Heng thought that this proud sword should be unwilling.
Looking at this spiritual sword that was floating quietly but not showing any sharpness, it was estimated that if it weren't for that person's mark, he might not even be qualified to get close to this sword.
Suddenly, the golden spiritual power on the other side seemed to be stimulated, and the light shone brightly. It crossed the "junction line" of the transition and seemed to be encroaching in the opposite direction.
In the blink of an eye, the young man with a calm face was covered with beads of sweat, his brows were furrowed, and the blood on his lips quickly dissipated——
Finally unable to hold on, the young man suddenly opened his eyes. His usually clear eyes were filled with blood, carrying some kind of fear and apprehension that had not dissipated.
The salty smell in his throat couldn't be suppressed. He couldn't help but tilt his head and take a big mouthful of it, and it spurted out from his throat, accidentally splashing on his collar, sleeves or exposed skin.
After sniffing the thick smell of blood floating in the air, Lan Lan couldn't help but smile bitterly. It's been a long time since I've been in such a miserable state... No, I've never been so unlucky in a row.
The last time was not long ago, when I was almost disintegrated by a sudden space storm on Cloud Island. It was much more embarrassing than now.
So his trip to southern Xinjiang was truly remarkable, and he had "returned to his roots" in every sense of the word. I just don’t know if he can continue his good luck and come back alive in the end.
But...it's really difficult. After coming back to his senses, he turned his gaze to the spiritual sword that kept swinging in front of him with an increasingly sharp edge, and could only laugh at his own overestimation.
"Why, are you giving up now?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
Although he already recognized the owner of the voice, and the other person suddenly appeared behind him more than once in the past few days, and the words came out of his mouth like this. But in such a tense situation, I was still subconsciously shocked and my muscles and bones tensed up.
He did not look back and said with a wry smile: "Honorable Sir, this disciple has tried his best. But your spirit sword doesn't seem to like this junior very much..."
"It hasn't been out for many years. It's really too excited."
What's even more unbelievable is that the spirit sword seemed to understand. Hearing the words, the sword shook more and more violently, as if it was dissatisfied with the "former" owner's evaluation of it.
"Ah, I'm sorry, but I can't help it." Someone called the Venerable nodded slightly in the direction of the sword, as if he was explaining something. Even though he couldn't tell anything from his blurry figure and face, he could feel it. His mood at this moment was probably helpless.
"...Maybe it won't be possible anymore." He finally said softly.
What's impossible? Yuan Heng was aware of it, but he was not sure.
It's like he doesn't know what makes a swordsman hand over his sword with his own hands. And what makes a spiritual sword maintain such strong unwillingness and anger many years after its owner passed away.
"you--"
"Okay, okay, enough trouble has been made, and the time is almost up. Just obey my wishes for once..." The man said slightly sadly.
Before Zhenjun Yuanheng could react, he felt the person behind him pass by. He felt a gust of wind, and something hung heavily in his arms. The cold sword leaned against his shoulder and followed his warm skin. It conveys some strong resistance and...sadness.
"Goodbye, old man."
Then Yuan Heng felt that he seemed to be pushed in a certain direction by some unquestionable force.
"It is a good sword, please treat it well."
Finally he heard the voice that seemed to say with a slight smile: "Goodbye, little friend." In fact, it meant never again.
Watching the young man leave this space, the figure floated at the empty altar, seemingly lonely and empty, waiting for the fate that was about to befall him.
