It seems that she was careless and underestimated the spirit sword in this world, so she still took the word "spirit" after all.
But yes, after all, this sword has been extremely quiet since it came into her hands. It is not as spiritual as Zhong Huan and Ru Zhang, and it is not even as energetic as the spiritual swords that Ning Xia saw from some sword cultivators.
It is as if it is dead, as its owner is completely submerged in the long past, no matter how people outside call it, it will not be governed.
Things in the world tend to become alive after being around for a long time, especially dead things like living things. What's more, when the spiritual sword is accompanied by the cultivator, and the sun and moon rotate, it is easier to breed spirits. It would be even more embarrassing and lonely for a living creature, so she checked it several times, thinking of letting it out for air, but unfortunately there was still no response in the end.
Over time, she no longer had such an idea, and only asked him to come out to clean it regularly from time to time.
This spirit sword is slender, with a simple but gorgeous shape. The sword body is thin but tough. However, the sword body does not have the sharp luster like ordinary spirit swords. Instead, it has a dark luster depending on the material of the body. However, it is such a good sword. The sword was wooden and seemed to have lost its soul. Only the ridge and blade could vaguely see its former sharpness.
Ningxia, who was once young and ignorant, could not see it yet. She only thought the sword was beautiful and could not tell more about it. Now Ningxia... still can't tell any real skills, but her cultivation level is no longer at the rookie level, but she can feel that the sword is covered with a layer of strange aura, more like some kind of sword's own Qiyun.
This aura reminded Ningxia of the Dao Yun and Dao patterns she had discussed with True Lord Yuan Heng, and it gave her a sense of déjà vu. Could it be that this spiritual sword was also engraved with Taoist charm by its maker?
Anyway, this ancient sword has always given her a very strange feeling. This is something that young swords like Zhong Huan and Ru Zhang don't have. It's not that they are not powerful, but they are different in essence - they are both spiritual swords with similar structures.
If Chonghuan is a young man in his prime and Ruzhang is a young man in his prime, then this ancient sword is like an old man who has gone through the vicissitudes of the world and spent countless years.
The blade of the sword, which is only 2.7 feet tall, contains too many stories, and is gradually dragged towards the end by time.
Just holding this sword, she seemed to be brought into some kind of fatigue and heaviness.
Ning Xia was holding the sword and was about to put a handkerchief dipped in spiritual nourishing liquid on it. In the midst of the lightning and flint, a green light suddenly appeared on the calm ancient sword and struck directly at the creature closest to it.
Ning Xia was caught off guard, and instinctively used a spiritual technique to block it. Unfortunately, the power from the spiritual sword was faster, and the spiritual light disappeared directly between her eyebrows.
She instantly felt her eyes turning white and lost consciousness.
The girl lay softly on the large couch, with the ancient sword lying across her arm and the other half half-stretched on the side of the couch. The whole space seemed to have become silent. Only the powerful force that almost covers the entire space shows that this world is in an absolutely isolated safety barrier, which even the incarnation of gods may not be able to break easily.
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Han Gang, who was drinking alone under the moon, stood up, looked nervously in a certain direction outside the courtyard, and murmured: "The aura of transformation into a god? More than that, out of body... How could the power come here?"
Thinking of such a person suddenly appearing in their small family that was swayed by wind and rain and could no longer withstand any interaction, Han Gang became restless, but he did not dare to use his soul power to explore casually, so he had to walk a few steps in the yard, and finally couldn't bear it. I want to take the risk to see what happens.
He walked to the courtyard gate without thinking, and a man appeared in front of his courtyard gate at an unknown time: "You——"
"There's no need to go. I've gone over to see it. It's just the noise caused by the juniors." Zhenjun Miaorong said in a deep voice.
"The noise caused by the junior... Who are you lying to? You can tell me which junior can create a posture above the transformation of a god. Then we can also rely on his blessing. I'm afraid we can walk sideways on Wanye Peak without any problem. Yes." Han Gang made an exaggerated expression of fright, but his face was full of disbelief.
"...Yes, I have already confirmed it." Miaorong Zhenjun was very unhappy that his old friend questioned him like this. He has a good temper, but honest people can also be angry. He is quite helpless with this old friend who always makes him happy.
Han Gang then became serious and raised his eyebrows: "The new ones?"
"Of course." How can these old people have such ability? "The female cultivator with the second highest cultivation level is very low-key. I don't have much contact with her."
"It must have been a spiritual object such as a magic weapon given by an elder that was touched during practice. The aura is more like a spirit. The outer layer of protection is very overbearing and I can't get close."
"There are not many monks in Wanye Peak who can achieve this level of cultivation, and there are many people in Qunyingfang. Could it be that-" This is what Han Gang is worried about.
"The aura is trapped in the garden and cannot be dispersed. The person's protection is very good and will not attract anyone's attention. And even if someone notices it, they will not rush to explore." That is at least the aura of the transformed god. . Miaorong Zhenjun shook his head
Knowing that this episode would not affect their fragile balance, the young man in white shirt breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his previous leisurely appearance: "Which junior is so pompous that he can transform into a spirit and leave his body with just a casual move? For a treasure of the same level, how powerful must it be to be covered with it? There aren’t many of us in the Wuhua Sect, so I’ll ask you to ask some other time, I’m not sure it’s relevant.”
"How can it be such a coincidence? Okay, don't talk about this, I'm here to tell you something..."
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So what is happening in Ningxia now?
After fainting from pain, being knocked unconscious, training fainting, unexpected disasters, and inexplicable fainting... she unlocked a new fainting method and was stunned by a sword light.
When she woke up, she still didn't know what night it was. She could only hear the rustling wind in her ears, and the scenery beside her flashed by quickly.
Ningxia felt that her "five senses" seemed to be much dulled. The sounds of the wind she heard and the scenery she saw were sometimes far away and sometimes close, as if they were right in front of her eyes. But when she wanted to get closer to see or listen carefully, everything changed. It's like being in a dream, no matter how hard she tries, she'll always be just a little short of it.
She knew that her state was not right, and she tried to wake up, but she couldn't do it every time. Her subconscious told her that she was safe, and she instinctively enjoyed this unfettered feeling of drifting away.
She felt like she was drifting farther and farther along with something. The image of the lake transitioned into a fresh spring scene, and finally suddenly fell from the air, her feet landed on the ground and she returned to reality.
After regaining her body, Ning Xia raised her hand in a daze, and a beam of gentle sunlight fell on her soft white palm. It took her a long time to realize that it was... daytime here?
