Not only Ji Sha Jian was shocked, but Ji Jie Pen and Ji Yan Zhu were also shocked.
The moment Jing Yingrong stepped onto the sword viewing platform, they sensed the spiritual consciousness of Wusheng Sword.
That spiritual consciousness must have sprouted not long ago. Although its thinking and intelligence are immature, its spiritual thoughts are powerful, which shows that it is extraordinary as the ancestor of all weapons and the first weapon.
With the body's qualifications of the Wusheng Sword, it won't take long for the spiritual consciousness to form a complete weapon spirit.
However, this nascent spiritual consciousness was chopped, cut, and ground with unparalleled sword intent until it completely disintegrated.
After the spiritual consciousness died, only a moment later, another ray of spirituality was born and turned into a new spiritual consciousness. Before it became an instrument spirit, it was wiped out again.
Jing Yingrong responded to Ji Sha Jian’s question:
"To make it stronger."
"How can this become stronger?"
As soon as Ji Sha Jian finished speaking, he suddenly realized something and took the initiative to release his spiritual consciousness and explore the body of Wu Sheng Sword.
The same is true for the Extreme Brush and Extreme Flame Bead.
Normally, they place their spiritual consciousness in the sea of mirror reflection consciousness and rarely release it outside. This is a rare exception.
The three spiritual senses are released and then recovered. In just a short moment, these three powerful Taoist artifacts are enough to know the answer to the mystery.
In the sea of consciousness, he fell into a suffocating silence.
After a long time, I heard Jijiebi's voice: "Use the spirit to nourish the form, use the spirit to tamp the body, use the spirit to sharpen the edge, and even feed its master, temper the spirit and refine the heart, and improve the swordsmanship. It must be said that it is a wonderful way to kill two birds with one stone. The ultimate method, but..."
Its voice was deep and serene, as if it could not hold many thoughts. The words sank into the deep sea, and finally lost its voice.
Ji Yanzhu hesitated: "I think, um... alas..."
It was vague and I couldn't tell clearly for a while.
Ji Sha Jian said nothing.
The spiritual consciousness that was wiped out by the Wusheng Sword did not disperse back to the world, but in a mysterious way, it changed from invisible to qualitative, just like the fragments of some kind of energy, or like the dust after the stars were shattered, finely Wrap it, integrate it into its body, warm it, consolidate it, sharpen it, and make it stronger, stronger, and indestructible.
The spiritual consciousness does not want to be a human being. Its anger, unwillingness, counterattack, and all kinds of resistance were all suppressed by the sword's will, and in turn became the whetstone for the sword's will. The sword's will is tempered, constantly improved, and constantly improved. The best is eliminated, and the edge becomes stronger and stronger.
"Does this make sense to it?"
Ji Yanzhu finally sorted out a thread from the messy ball of thread and spoke smoothly.
"Without a weapon spirit or spiritual consciousness, it is just a dead thing after all."
Ji Jie Bi sighed lowly:
"Dead and living things, what does it matter to the person who controls them? The meaning of existence of our magic weapons is not to be used by others."
Ji Yanzhu said "oh" dryly.
Ji Jie Bi's tone slightly improved, and he said as if he was enjoying the pain: "This method is indeed much more efficient than our own cultivation. Damn, when it comes to the strength of the body, you may not be able to match it."
Ji Sha Jian, who was always eager to fire off firecrackers, unusually did not retort this time.
After a long time, it said dullly: "If you can't compare, you can't compare. Even if you can't compare, it's better than becoming a field like this."
"I think too," Ji Yanzhu muttered in agreement, "It's very uncomfortable to have your spiritual consciousness destroyed, just like a person who lives and dies, dies and lives again... the method of death is still very painful."
It paused for a moment and whispered: "Actually, I think it's a bit pitiful."
In the sea of consciousness, he fell into silence again.
Jing Yingrong was still staring at the small black dot on the hilt of the Wusheng Sword.
She suddenly said: "This generation of leaders is very strong."
The three spirits were diverted.
Ji Sha Sword: "That person on the Wu Sheng Sword? How strong is he?"
Jing Yingrong: "Stronger than all the people from the Wufeng Sword Sect that I have met in the past."
She paused and emphasized: "It's much stronger."
Ji Yanzhu asked curiously: "Compared with her and the current head of Taichu Temple, who is more powerful?"
Jing Yingrong said without hesitation: "She."
Then he added: "However, if it is a life and death battle, the outcome is not certain."
Ji Yanzhu: "Life and death battles don't all depend on strength, I understand, I understand. Hey, among the three top sects of the human race, we are the only one who has not met the current head of Niya Palace, so we don't know what his strength is."
"There has always been a gap between the top-level combat power of Niya Palace and the other two factions, and it is probably the same now," Jijiebi replied. "This can also be seen through the representatives of the younger generation of each faction. What we have seen before The chief disciple of Ni Ya Palace is not as strong as Yu Xian, and the junior named Mo Ren whom I met last time, if he is indeed the chief disciple of Wufeng Sword Sect, is not as strong as him."
Ji Sha Jian: "It's hard to tell if we really fight."
Ji Jie Bi smiled and said: "Yes, who doesn't get a headache after seeing Ni Ya Palace's treasure blooming technique?"
Jing Yingrong turned her attention back to the Wusheng Sword.
She stared in a daze for a while, then sat down, put her hands on her knees, and closed her eyes.
"Gene Era"
An extremely solid spiritual consciousness poked out from the depths of the sea of consciousness, like the tentacles of some ancient demon, stretching towards the Wusheng Sword.
It just so happened that the spiritual consciousness of the Wusheng Sword was about to be destroyed, and a new spiritual consciousness was emerging.
The spiritual consciousness touched the bud of spiritual consciousness, gently picked it in, and then dragged it, and a ray of thought was drawn out.
At this moment, on the hilt of the sword, the woman in plain clothes opened her eyes and glanced at the sword viewing platform with suspicion.
At this moment, a sword light fell behind her.
"Master."
When Moren landed, his body was unstable and there was blood on the corner of his mouth.
The leader Mo Ci narrowed his eyes.
There was no need for her to ask questions, and Moren described everything that happened in the desert in detail.
Whether it was him using the hands of Elder Wu to obliterate the disciples of the Kunhuang Sect, or the strange changes in the cave, or the strange filaments he saw with the Taichu Guandi Rong clan, Mo Ci's expression did not change when he listened.
After Moren finished speaking, she said quietly: "You did a good job."
A streak of gray light floated from the front and fell slowly into his arms.
"Refining it and using it as a sword embryo to forge a natal magic sword will be more beneficial to you in the future."
The gray light was dim and dull, like an afterimage that stretched and shrank indefinitely, but it had a similar aura to the Wu Sheng Sword beneath him.
Moren's eyes lit up, and he said happily and calmly: "Thank you, Master, for the generous gift."
Mo Ci did not respond.
Moren was holding the gray light fondly and looking at it, when he suddenly heard a sentence: "Go and rest."
He was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale, his joy completely disappeared, leaving only a look of disappointment.
Putting away the gray light, Moren lowered his head, his eyes flashed rapidly a few times, his eyes darkened, and dark light flashed across them.
He immediately coughed twice, his back stooped, a bright red color overflowed from his lips, and a turbulent and chaotic spiritual energy emanated from his body.
Mo Ci seemed to be aware of it. His shoulders moved slightly, but without looking back, the voice rang in Mo Ren's ears: "You will be raised here, and you will rebuild your cultivation with the power of the Wusheng Sword."
When Moren heard the sounds of nature, he was so happy that he even breathed two cents faster. He managed to calm down, but still couldn't hide his excitement when he spoke:
"Disciple, obey!"
He sat cross-legged and was about to fall into meditation when he suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Ci's back. After a short hesitation, he quietly moved forward.
Mo Ci didn't respond, and Mo Ren tried to move again. As soon as he moved, he heard Mo Ci say:
"This is no place to play, and you are no longer a child."
Moren responded with a stern "Yes" and sat down without moving.
On the other side, Jing Yingrong's consciousness was slowly peeling off that ray of thought from Wu Shengjian's spiritual consciousness.
Her thoughts are weak and her spiritual consciousness is sharp. Her spiritual consciousness is too strong, and she has to avoid being noticed by her sword. This move is quite like carving peas with a broadsword. She must be meticulous and not hasty.
Although Sanling didn't know why she was doing this, he couldn't help but pay close attention nervously and forgot to ask for a moment.
Jing Yingrong suddenly said: "Ah."
The concentrated three spirits were startled by her, and Ji Yanzhu hurriedly said: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Did it fail? What went wrong?"
Jing Yingrong: "She is smiling."
Sanling was stunned for a while before she realized who she was talking about.
Jing Yingrong: "I thought she found me, but it turned out not to be the case."
As the words fell, the strand of thought was finally separated from the spiritual consciousness, and was wrapped by Jing Yingrong's spiritual consciousness and returned to the sea of consciousness.
Chapter 321
