Yang Lin's sword borrows the power of both internal and external worlds.
Blessed by the thoughts of all the people, the innate spiritual sword that had just been refined and transformed into a form from the Shangbao Qin Golden Rake, but was not yet used smoothly, burst out with unimaginable brilliance in an instant.
Colorful lights flashed, yin and yang separated, and the five elements were destroyed.
A long sword light appeared in the sky that stretched for tens of miles from the sky to the ground, blinding everyone's eyes.
A trace of disapproval first flashed in the pig demon's eyes, and then his expression turned frightened and boundless regret appeared.
"How can it be?"
The Baoqin gold rake fell into his hands, and he clearly knew that it was made by the supreme power himself, and it had unfathomable power.
For countless millions of years, I have been cultivating and cultivating every day. Although I have initially recognized my master, I have never been able to fully activate all the power of the weapon. Even during the years when I was a marshal, I gave up countless immortal weapons despite the ridicule of my colleagues. Immortal Treasure, treating this soldier wholeheartedly, is still useless.
Perhaps, the superior Mighty wanted to tell himself a truth: he was only suitable for hoeing the ground and planting medicine, but was not suitable at all for leading troops or fighting.
But what does he see now?
It was obviously just snatched away.
How could this little Taoist priest be able to use it so freely that the precious light he inspired was more than ten times more powerful than when he was in his own hands?
In such a short period of time, could such an innate weapon have recognized its master?
"I'm not convinced..."
Countless thoughts flashed through the pig demon's mind, and he felt his body light up, and the perspective in front of his eyes rolled.
What appeared in front of us were white clouds, thunder and lightning, strong winds, and broken mountains...
What hurts the soul is the headless pig body, which is as huge as a mountain. It slowly topples and falls, blood spilling like a waterfall. As soon as it hits the ground, it turns into the five elements of spiritual energy.
At the same time, the flesh and blood of the pig body collapsed, shattered, and turned into countless earth, rocks, grass and trees, mountains and rivers... Then, he found that he was like taking off a thick layer of clothes, which was caused by the innate The heads severed by the sword began to return to their origins, turning into dust, sunshine, rain and dew, and the boundless earth...
All the cultivation, flesh and blood were returned to the heaven and the earth, fertilizing the soil and water.
Fuling Mountain, which had been broken into pieces before, grew back in just a breath. The mountain was vast, full of vitality, and even more beautiful.
"What a brutal weapon!"
Although the pig demon only has its soul floating in the air, it is still lamenting in its heart.
"What a magical weapon."
Yang Lin looked at this scene, but he was filled with joy.
You can chop the Golden Immortal's physical body into the tiniest particles, then replenish the world and rebuild mountains and rivers.
The abilities attached to this sword are really terrifying.
Since you can turn things around and rebuild mountains and rivers, I will call you the "Sword of Mountains and Rivers" from now on.
With a slight thought in his mind, Yang Lin saw mountains and water patterns appearing on the sword, just like countless mountains and countless rivers, entwining and chanting with joy. The sword body grew spiritually, and there was a young and young consciousness fluctuation, which was extremely sentimental. Appear in your own sea of consciousness.
It was the joy of a new life.
"This is it, I have completely recognized its owner. This sword has become conscious, due to fate, and it was born because of me. It seems that the pig demon is just a passerby of this magic weapon, and I am the real one."
Yang Lin didn't know whether this was the arrangement of the world's great power, or the function of the tens of millions of martial arts points in the martial arts order. He guessed that it was probably the latter.
The impression given to me by performing military orders has always been that of silent support and assistance. It doesn't seem particularly conspicuous. If you don't pay attention, you can easily ignore this thing.
However, at every important moment, Yanwu Ling never lets him down.
No matter what kind of person you are facing, whether it is a god, a demon, or a supreme power, as long as you meet enough conditions, you can seize food from the tiger's mouth and turn danger into safety...
Yang Lin was not too surprised by the birthmark that had always followed him. He was used to all kinds of unexpected gains.
This thing is your own companion magic weapon. There is no need to look outside, and there is no need to be surprised or wary.
The most important thing right now.
But he couldn't let go of the pig demon's demon soul.
Even in the soul state.
Yang Lin could still see the boundless aura of blood and evil in the demonic pig shape.
"I don't know how many evils I have committed and how many people and monsters I have killed. I have become so black that I cannot turn away. How can such a god or monster be qualified to achieve enlightenment? Sending it to reincarnation is a kind of blasphemy to the victims. …”
Yang Lin's eyes sharpened.
Without stopping, the Shanhe Sword spun in the air, and the five-color aura brushed off his head.
Especially the earthy yellow and white gold light are the most dazzling among the five colors of brilliance. When it touches the pig demon soul, it turns into a dense silk network, which is about to cut the demon soul into thousands of parts.
"Little Taoist priest, you can't kill Grandpa Pig. The realm of Golden Immortal is beyond your imagination."
The demon soul was still sneering at this point.
Although it was broken into thousands of parts, it was condensed in an instant. I don't know how far away, there is a faint light that seems not to exist in this world. It turns into a thread, pulling on the demon soul, and it is always unstoppable. destroy.
"When I, the old pig, regain my physical body, I will come back to settle accounts with you slowly. I will be repaid sooner or later for killing my physical body."
The pig demon soul became more and more fierce at this time. After saying a few harsh words, it floated high into the sky and was about to disappear in the strong wind.
Yang Lin's eyes flashed, and Turtle Dove's anxious voice rang in his ears, mixed with a trace of hatred and unwillingness: "The pig demon is the body of a golden immortal, and the true spirit is imprinted on the heaven and earth here. The heaven and earth are immortal, and the true spirit is immortal. If you want to destroy its roots, Taoist Master cannot do it.”
As soon as the words came to this, Girl Turtle Dove's voice became high-pitched, "However, the true spirit is immortal, but the memory can be destroyed. All traces of its life can be cut off. Even if the true spirit is retained, it will no longer be it."
"You use the innate magic weapons to kill everything in his past. Even if he comes back to life again, he is dead and nothing can be restored."
These words were a bit profound, but Yang Lin understood them.
"I see."
Yang Lin's heart moved, and he chuckled: "Cut off the memory? I can still do it."
A person is not alive if he loses a lifetime of memories.
After experiencing the pool of reincarnation, drinking Meng Po soup, being washed away from three lives and three lives, and becoming a piece of white paper, that person is still not the original person.
In other words, the original person disappeared long ago, and what came out in the last reincarnation was just a little bit of true spirit. The regenerated life was no longer the original one.
Just like a computer, after formatting, it cannot be said that it is still the original computer.
The computer itself existed and died yesterday.
"Gather!"
As soon as he thought about this, Yang Lin gave a deep drink.
There are mountains and ridges in all directions, and the wind blows from all directions.
Countless figures of humans and beasts appeared, with boundless hatred, and pounced on the pig demon's newly condensed demon soul, biting crazily...
In mid-air, the pig demon soul was still the old god before, but now it roared miserably and screamed.
After a while, the demon soul was swallowed up by countless dark resentments. Among them, four particularly huge groups of resentments formed faces. Looking back, the faces were full of gratitude and relief.
Ikaruga stood aside, tears streaming down his face.
