Chen Xuan thought for a while and decided to add the prefix of Human Emperor Xuanyuan.
After all, this sword was reforged from the Xuanyuan Sword itself. Although Human Emperor Xuanyuan did not help Chen Xuan as much as Fu Xi, he should not be forgotten.
"Xuanyuan Emperor Sword? What a good name."
Holy King Yumu took the divine sword and carefully touched the carvings on the sword. When he touched the four holes, he once again exclaimed: "What kind of sword-making wizard is he? He can actually fuse it with this sword."
Four holes are really amazing! You need to know how to forge one
The most taboo thing about a sword is destroying its integrity. Digging a hole will reduce the power of the sword by 30 to 40%. However, the master who made this sword was able to make four perfect holes. His sword-making level is extremely close to the prehistoric times.
The top swordsmith of the era."
"The name of the master swordsmith is Yang Zhu." Chen Xuan smiled slightly.
"Master Yang Zhu is truly a god!"
Holy King Yumu highly praised it, and immediately extended his other hand to Chen Xuan: "Give me the blood-reverse bead."
"Senior, can you now integrate the blood-reverse beads into the Xuanyuan Emperor Sword?" Chen Xuan was a little surprised.
You must know that Yang Zhu needs to make careful preparations when integrating gems into the sword hole.
Holy King Yumu was obviously not a swordsmith, and Chen Xuan couldn't imagine how he could do it.
"If you ask Master Yang Zhu to do it, he will need to spend some time. My method is relatively simple and crude, just press it in forcefully."
Holy King Yumu chuckled, and right under Chen Xuan's nose, he took the anti-blood bead and pressed it into the last sword hole.
For a moment, Chen Xuan wanted to stop Saint King Yumu from taking action.
But he still endured it, because Holy King Yumu didn't press the Anti-Blood Bead without any skills, but inspired the mighty power of the Holy King, and used a subtle Taoist method to perfectly embed the Anti-Blood Bead into the sword.
There doesn't seem to be any flaw in the hole.
In fact, Yang Zhu told Chen Xuan before that the four sword holes he forged were very stable. Even if Chen Xuan integrated the gems himself, the sword body would not be damaged, but the time required would be different.
Therefore, the simple and crude method of Holy King Yumu is completely feasible.
"Well, isn't this good? Go on."
Holy King Yumu smiled heroically and threw the Emperor Xuanyuan Sword back to Chen Xuan.
After Chen Xuan caught it, he incorporated a trace of spiritual consciousness and immediately felt that the power of this sword had been completely improved, and it also had a faintly strong blood-devouring power.
"What did you merge into? Why does this bead want to swallow my soul?" Sword Spirit Yinglong protested.
Chen Xuan immediately activated his consciousness and restrained the power of the anti-blood bead: "Yinglong, I'm sorry, this bead should be with you for a long time, please bear with it."
"It's not that easy for it to swallow me up." After Yinglong replied, he fell into daily silence again.
"Time waits for no one, Chen Xuan, come with me to understand the Great Way of Rain."
Holy King Yumu took Chen Xuan's hand and walked into the forbidden area of the Yumu tribe. Here is the most natural and primitive cultivation environment, shrouded in the Avenue of Rain. This avenue evolved from the Avenue of Water, and has deduced many
This is a way of defense and attack. Rain can purify the soul, restore vitality, and can kill people invisible. It is a way that Chen Xuan has not yet practiced.
In the next day, Chen Xuan devoted himself wholeheartedly to practice. He followed Saint King Yumu to comprehend the Great Way of Rain, and absorbed many insights on how to achieve the Great Way of Holy King. One day of enlightenment is better than ten thousand years of hard work.
However, controlling the Avenue of Rain still cannot help Chen Xuan break through the bottleneck of the Holy King.
And one day is too short, Holy King Yumu wishes Chen Xuan could stay here all his life.
"Senior, the Yumu Tribe is not my destination. If it were, I would receive a mission reminder, so I still have to leave. I just don't know where to go next."
Chen Xuan hopes to get guidance from Holy King Yumu.
"My child, you are a person ahead of your time. You don't even know what your next path will be. I am a stickler for the old times, so how can I be your guiding light?"
When Holy King Yumu said these words, he actually showed a trace of age and weakness.
"But I think you can keep going east. Of the three thousand states, there are only a few places left in the east."
"To the east, right?"
Chen Xuan's eyes became firm.
"Senior, I have to say goodbye. I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. Future generations will definitely not forget your name."
Chen Xuan said these words very solemnly, worshiping Holy King Yumu as a god.
"Your words are enough."
Holy King Yumu laughed and called the entire Yumu tribe to come over and see Chen Xuan off.
Zi Niang, who rescued Chen Xuan, her child Babu, the colorful fairy bird who likes to play tricks on people, and various mythical beasts and birds all came. There was a feeling of reluctance in everyone's eyes, and they really didn't want Chen Xuan to leave.
"Brother, will you come back to see us in the future?" Babu asked innocently.
Chen Xuan didn't know how to answer.
Because he doesn't belong to this era at all.
Everything takes place in the cold world of missions.
But Chen Xuan couldn't bear to let Babu down, so he replied with a white lie: "I will come back when I have time."
"Great! Great!" Babu was so happy that he held up the little cyan unicorn and kept spinning it in circles. "Brother, when you come back next time, Babu will definitely become a real warrior!"
Chen Xuan smiled slightly, looking forward to it.
"Huh?" Holy King Yumu suddenly frowned and looked towards the horizon.
There, dark clouds gathered, and the boundless black evil energy surged in like roaring waves, covering most of the sky.
"Chen Xuan, leave quickly!"
Holy King Yumu urged with urgency in his voice.
"Is the Burial Immortal invading? Then I'll stay and fight with you!"
Chen Xuan also looked to the horizon, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.
"No, Chen Xuan, you have a more important mission to complete. Don't worry about us. There is no need to show mercy to us. Let's go!"
Holy King Yumu said, stimulating the power of the Holy King and preparing for battle.
"Maybe it's part of your mission for me to stay and help you resist the Burial Immortal." Chen Xuan still decided to stay.
Holy King Yumu turned his head, his eyes were deep, and he spoke earnestly: "Chen Xuan, after I saw your origin, I also saw my own destiny. It should be said that the fate of this era has been determined, and our Yumu tribe is destined to
It's just a speck of dust in the long river of history; you can't change the past, but you can change the future, let's go! It's a pity that I can't pass on the Holy Seal to you, because I still have to try my best to give it the last try."
As soon as he finished speaking, Holy King Yumu suddenly shot out a halo formed by the power of the Holy King, shrouded Chen Xuan in it, and flew away quickly with Chen Xuan.
"Senior, I can't leave alone!"
Chen Xuan frantically attacked the light shield, but to no avail. He could only watch himself getting farther and farther away from the Yumu tribe, and a sense of sadness suddenly surged into his heart.
The words of Holy King Yumu, "You can't change the past, but you can change the future" kept echoing in his mind. Chen Xuan's eyes changed from unwillingness to determination, telling himself in his heart that in fact, this tragic era had already ended seven years ago.
