"I got it." This time, Feng Danyuan didn't quarrel with Linze, which surprised the latter.
After the three of them rested for a cup of tea, Wei Zi stood up, glanced at Feng Danyuan, and then took out his piccolo and started playing.
Feng Danyuan pressed his palm against her back and injected his inner energy into her body.
The sound of the flute became louder and floated into the distance with the wind.
"Ouch——"
There was a long roar coming from afar.
Wei Zi put away the piccolo and said to Linze: "Chidan heard it, let's get started."
Linze said "Hmm" and took the fragment of Xuanyuan Sword. When he turned his palm over, a ball of transparent light came out.
The Xuanyuan Sword fragments were covered in light and fell into the river with the wind of his palm.
"Protect me!" Linze gasped, his face turning white and red.
Feng Danyuan did not hesitate and continuously poured his inner energy into his body.
Chi Dan spread his wings and flew along the water.
"Go up!" Linze said to Wei Zi.
Wei Zi nodded, and when Chi Dan approached, she ran over and jumped on its huge head.
"Ouch——"
The giant beast flew into the air and roared several times under the moonlight.
The water of the Yellow River stirred up big waves, one higher than the other.
There were also strange sounds coming from the river, which sounded like crying but not crying, and seemed like laughing but not laughing. It was strange and shrill, and Wei Zi got goosebumps when he heard it.
She suddenly thought of something: the power of the Xuanyuan Sword comes from the Son of God, the essence of demons and demons. What about the Demon Sword?
Is the same thing true for the magic sword?
No, Chi Dan once said that it is the sword spirit of the magic sword. Is the power of the magic sword...
As soon as the idea came to her mind, Wei Zi noticed a golden liquid on her hand. She was startled, looked down, and saw countless wounds inexplicably appeared on Chi Dan's body, and golden blood fell like rain like a rolling river.
"Chidan, you and the Demon Sword are one. If the Demon Sword is injured by the Xuanyuan Sword, you will also be injured, right?" She asked tremblingly as the blood on her hands became more and more.
However, Chi Dan did not reply to her, but just roared to Yue again.
The whistling sound was long, as if it came from ancient times, and Wei Zi was stunned.
Forgotten memories come back to mind.
"Brother, do you really want to use the Red Pill to refine the Hongming Sword?" Tian Yu was bandaging the seriously injured Chi You.
"The soul-eating Xuanyuan Sword is invincible in the world. Unless it is refined with Bai Kui, the purest bloodline, the Hongming Sword will not be able to withstand ten moves of the Xuanyuan Sword." Chi You replied.
Tianyu was silent.
"I know that you regard the Bai Kui clan as your relatives, but now there is no other way. If you want to fight against the Xuanyuan clan and protect our people, we can only sacrifice the red core and let it become the sword spirit of the Hongming Sword."
"What will happen if Red Pill becomes a sword spirit?"
Chi You was silent for a while and replied: "The sword is there, it is there, the sword falls, it falls."
Wei Zi stared at Chi Dan, who was glowing red all over, and his heart was in confusion.
Before Chidan became a sword spirit, Tianyu drank with him all night.
Chi Dan said: "When you get married to Emperor Yan's daughter, I will have a wedding banquet."
Tianyu forced a smile and said, "Okay."
However, after it entered the sword and became a spirit, Tianyu never saw it again until Chi You died and the Hongming Sword was sealed.
And he never married the girl.
That cup of wedding wine became an empty promise under the moon.
