Mo Wen walked leisurely in the sword energy field and stepped firmly in the direction of Tianwen Sword.
"Qingli, I'm coming!"
Mo Wen looked at the cracked Tianwen sword body not far away and murmured softly.
Buzz!
As if feeling Mo Wen's call, a buzzing sound came from Tianwen Sword's body.
Mo Wen's expression suddenly changed when he heard the buzzing sound.
As the owner of this sword, Mo Wen could naturally feel the joy and attachment emanating from the sound of the sword.
Moreover, because he was the master of Tianwen Sword, Mo Wen could feel that this was Qingli, the spirit of Tianwen Sword, saying his final farewell to him.
"Master, Qingli is finally waiting for you!"
A phantom emerged from the body of Tianwen Sword and turned into the shape of green glass.
"Qingli, I'm late! I'll take you out right now!"
Mo Wen's heart trembled slightly when he saw Qing Li's condition.
Qingli's figure was almost transparent, her eyes glistening with autumn water looked directly at Mo Wen, with a smile on her lips.
"Master, I'm afraid Qingli can no longer be with you! The last trace of the original nature of Tianwen Sword will be exhausted with my appearance!"
"Master, farewell forever!"
When Mo Wen heard this, his mind was shaken.
As Qing Li's words fell, the cracks on the Tianwen Sword body spread to four directions at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then exploded.
boom!
Along with the explosion, fragments and fragments of the Tianwen Sword flew across the sky, shooting out like sharp arrows.
Mixed with the piercing screams that broke through the air, the ground seemed to be shaking, violent energy was rushing around, and the sound was loud.
Mo Wen stared blankly at everything that happened in front of him, as if he had been cast a restraining spell.
call out!
A piece of Tianwen Sword body scratched across, and a blood mark was scratched on Mo Wen's dull face. The pale golden blood flowed along the face and dripped to the ground.
He seemed to be unable to feel any pain, and his eyes were dim and dull.
"No!"
"I won't let you die!"
Mo Wen suddenly came to his senses and roared crazily.
"Give it to me!"
Mo Wen was so crazy that his soul power came out to grab the four scattered fragments of the Tianwen Sword.
The originally sunny sky over the Sword Domain became bleak with the explosion of Mo Wen's soul power.
4 The scattered fragments of Tianwen Sword were quickly collected by Mo Wen, no more, no less, exactly 1,000 fragments.
"Blood Refining!"
As Mo Wen roared, a blood moon appeared in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Wen continued to change the hand seals, turning into a series of afterimages, flying up and down.
The blood moon emits a powerful blood light, scattering wisps of light red moonlight power, and then pours it into the fragments of the Tianwen Sword bit by bit.
The originally cyan fragment of Tianwen Sword was soaked into light red, giving people an ethereal and distant feeling.
After a while, 4 weeks of spiritual energy surged and surged continuously, creating a spiritual cloud.
Four weeks of sword energy was compressed crazily by Mo Wen and poured directly into each fragment.
The fragments emitting light red light are like a bottomless pit, madly absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
This abnormality lasted for 3 days and 3 nights. After continuous absorption, the fragments reached a saturated state and turned from light red to purple.
Mo Wen slowly opened his eyes, his eyes as deep as the sea with a sense of peace and tranquility, and his lips raised an arc.
He stretched out his hand and held it in a virtual gesture, and with a sudden movement of his mind, a long sword shimmering with purple light appeared in his hand.
"My new life is your new life!" Mo Wen held the purple sword in his hand and grinned.
"If I don't let you die, you can't die!"
Mo Wen gritted his teeth, suddenly turned the sword, and stabbed it into his heart.