He resisted stubbornly and was lucky, but all this was meaningless in front of Cao An's delusional golden eyes. He had noticed Jiang Susu's weirdness early on. She was too familiar with the realm above the clouds, as familiar as her own.
Same as the back garden.
During the trip to Huangliang Cave, her arrangement was quite satisfactory, but it was the best choice in that situation. Every step she took was made without hesitation, building up a strong sense of self-confidence, so confident that she seemed to have tried it countless times.
, knowing that there won’t be any problems if you do this.
If it is a warrior who comes from the outside world, even if he is like a new moon and gets the so-called "standard answer", people will subconsciously test and try before they can be sure.
"You are the sword spirit of the black sword!"
Cao An gave an affirmative answer. All appearances were just speculations. He saw through everything and got the answer directly.
"That's why I followed you here. After all, according to the rules of the Cloud Realm, if I get you, I won't be short of treasures."
Cao An flicked his sleeves and released Jiang Susu. The gentle smile from before was still on his face, but he had just witnessed Cao An's terror. At this moment, no matter how gentle he was, Jiang Susu only felt fearful and timid.
She will never forget the scene where the giant sleeves that shook the sky and the earth were revealed in the air.
"We can talk. In fact, my demand for swords is not strong. If you are really unwilling, you may be able to convince me."
Jiang Susu's eyes lit up, "Is this true?"
"Tell me about your origin, because I am really curious. You are a sword spirit, and you can actually embody your soul in a sculpture. If I hadn't seen the weirdness of your soul before, I might have been fooled by you. Photo
Does this mean that in this world, any soul with consciousness and wisdom can have its soul?"
Cao An frowned slightly. If this is really the case, then anyone you meet here cannot be trusted. You have no way of knowing whether they are warriors from the same place as yourself or 'aboriginals' born in this world.
, with their familiarity with this world, even if they were tricked to death, they would not know how they died.
"I don't know if there are other spiritual consciousnesses like mine, but there are definitely not many. Even if there are, the number will be pitiful. The rules of this world do not allow us to directly transfer our souls."
"and you?"
"I once swallowed a soul that came from the outside world like you. Only when the soul has the aura of the outside world can it be inhabited."
Cao An was stunned for a moment, "Is it that simple?"
"Is it simple? Simply devouring it doesn't make any sense. After I got that soul, I spent a full six hundred years referring to her soul to reshape my own soul. Only then can I realize the soul transfer. In this
In the process, the method of reshaping the soul and the plasticity of the soul are indispensable. I think there are absolutely few people who can do this like me."
"Who is Jiang Susu?"
"That's her name. She comes from Luming Prefecture Tianjian Sect. The content in the memory is this. My name is Nightmare, the name given to me by my first master."
"Is this really the so-called Heavenly Palace Fragments?"
Jiang Susu kept staring at the black sword in Cao An's hand, "The name is Tiangong, but I know it is different from what you think. Tiangong is just one of the many sects in ancient times. Of course, in terms of strength, Tiangong is definitely the top sect.
I can't remember more details about the door, and it's impossible for anyone to remember them."
"Senior, do you have anything else to ask? Xiang is willing to pay the price in exchange for a free body, whether it's martial arts or anything else. As long as Xiang can do it, he will not spare any effort."
Cao An's expression was calm. The sword spirit in front of him already had complete consciousness and had his own free will. If he was with him, he would really be a destabilizing factor if he was not really conquered by the sword master.
"What level of treasure are you?"
Treasure weapons are just a general term. Almost all extraordinary weapons are called treasure weapons, but in terms of specific classification, he only knows of twelve grades, ranging from the first to the twelfth grade.
"The eleventh grade treasure weapon! The black sword blade alone can reach the tenth grade."
"I don't need martial arts skills. Let's do this. Since you are so familiar with this place, then lead me to find a treasured weapon to replace you. After I get the treasured weapon, I will return the sword body to you."
"Senior, do you really mean what you said?" Xiang's eyes shone with light, and she really felt the sincerity in Cao An's tone.
"The premise is that you don't just use a few treasures to fool me."
"Absolutely not, senior, come with me." The nightmare shook his head like a rattle, fearing that Cao An would not believe him, so he took the lead and walked out, riding on the auspicious clouds.
"I really know a treasured weapon. It was made by the master's sworn enemy. In terms of the quality of the treasured weapon alone, it is definitely the best among the tenth-grade treasured weapons. However, that treasured weapon does not have spiritual consciousness.
They are just pure treasures." After being taught a lesson, Xiang obviously felt more at ease.
"Without spiritual consciousness, that is naturally the best."
Hearing Cao An's reply, Xiang was obviously surprised. She did realize that Cao An was not that interested in her, at least not as much as the people she had met in her memory, but she could feel a natural interest in him.
The sense of intimacy means that he also practices swordsmanship and majors in swordsmanship.
It is unreasonable for a person who majors in swordsmanship not to like a good sword.
Only then did I realize that the original problem lies here. It’s not that Cao An doesn’t like good swords, he just doesn’t like good swords with spiritual consciousness.
"Is it far?"
"It's not far. Senior, please look at the mountain in front. The master and he fought side by side here and both fell. He and I fell into the mountain respectively. My sword sank into the Huangliang Cave, and my spiritual consciousness
He escaped at the last moment. Over the years, I have felt its breath, and it has always been there."
"Aren't they mortal enemies? Why did they end up fighting together?"
There was a bitter smile on the corner of Yan's mouth, and there was a trace of fear in her eyes. It was an instinctive fear, rather than something she thought of, a subconscious behavior, because Cao An saw confusion after a brief fear. Obviously, she couldn't remember it herself.
What are you afraid of?
"In the face of great catastrophe, personal grudges mean nothing."
"We're here!" Nightmare sensed the surrounding aura and pressed the cloud head. Cao An followed closely behind, and the two of them landed on the ground.
There are ruins everywhere here. It can be seen that it must have been glorious in the past. After a long time, many buildings have been corroded by the years. They are covered with giant trees and weeds. Only those everywhere
The building with less than three inches of soil exposed bears witness to everything in the past.
"It's right here!"
Cao An looked at the big tree in front of him, "Is the sword inside the tree?"
"I can feel its breath inside. It has no independent spiritual consciousness, cannot escape, and won't do anything like me. What it looked like after that catastrophe, it should look like now."
Cao An nodded. A treasure weapon that surpasses the ninth level can expand and contract freely and change its size according to the master's will. However, without spiritual awareness, it will not hide itself.
With a flick of his finger, mana surged, and the whole tree split open in an instant. Inside it, a regular eight-sided Han sword was stuck straight. The sword was four feet long and two inches wide, which was longer than an ordinary sword.
In the previous section, there are square gluttonous patterns on the swallowing part, the sword hilt has no fringe, and the overall color is purple-black.
Cao An stretched out his hand and held it on the hilt of the sword. The sword trembled slightly and made a buzzing sound. Just that tremor almost shook Cao An's hand away. You must know that he is not in the Qi Condensation realm now, but in real life.
With the cultivation level of the Ten Scenery Divine Ability Realm, the sword body can shake his own hand with a tremor. The power of this sword should not be underestimated.
In an instant, Cao An turned his palms into fingers, and his two fingers pressed against the end of the sword hilt as if they were boneless.
Get the dragon!
Holding the sword like a dragon, Yan felt his heart tremble and his body trembled involuntarily.
With a clang, the sword was unsheathed, and it was completely white. The spine of the sword was covered with irregular but self-contained steel patterns, which were different from the color of the blade, adding a bit of solemnity and magnanimity. At the moment, it was
Cao An held it tightly in his right hand, pouring great magic power into it, covering the entire sword body. The Han sword still wanted to struggle, but after just a moment, it completely calmed down, and was held by Cao An like an ordinary Han sword.
in hand.
With a thought in his mind, Cao An let go of his right hand, and the Han Sword was suspended in the void. Cracks appeared in the tightly joined sword body and hilt, and gradually expanded, and then split into twelve swords of different shapes.
Small sword.
As Cao An moved his fingers, the twelve small swords suddenly grew in size, forming twelve real swords.
"It turns out that there are not one, but twelve? And all twelve have reached the quality of a tenth-grade treasure weapon."
"You have been enemies with it for so many years, don't you know?" Cao An looked at the nightmare next to him in confusion. Listening to her tone, she was actually quite surprised?
"I've never seen this!"
"That means that your master and its master have never regarded each other as a real enemy." As he said that, Cao An stretched out his hand and the twelve swords turned into one, fell into the scabbard, and were picked up by Cao An.
In hand.
He suddenly felt a little familiar. Isn't this form similar to those of the Tianjian Sect who carry big swords on their backs? The only difference is that this sword is of a higher grade and has the magical power to change its size.
"Does it have a name?"
"In the beginning, it was called Nian and I was called Nightmare. The origin of my name was somewhat related to Nightmare's ability. Its name seems to be inseparable from the transformation into twelve."
Cao An looked at the Han sword in his hand with satisfaction, "Nian? Then there is no need to change the names. It just so happens that the twelve small swords do not need to be named anymore. They can just be named after the twelve months, which saves time and effort."
"I still have a sword-raising skill in my hand. I wonder if senior will need it? Senior is now a master of the magical power realm, so he can naturally suppress it easily, but it may not be possible outside."
Cao An shook his head, "No need. After the Sword without Spiritual Consciousness is subdued, it is absolutely impossible for the sword owner's strength to affect loyalty. It's normal that you don't understand this. Okay, the deal between you and me is over, Black Sword
Return it to you, we have high mountains and long rivers, and we will meet again if we are destined!"