The process went smoothly. It only took Mo Wuji a few minutes to slide down a distance of nearly ten feet. At this place, even with the hazy moonlight, Mo Wuji could clearly see the half-cut sword.
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The hilt of the broken sword was pierced by mottled iron chains and locked on the cliff. Perhaps due to years of wind and rain erosion, the condition of this half-broken sword was far less good than the half-broken sword he got at Wuhenjian Mountain.
Mo Wuji didn't care at all whether the broken sword was in good condition or not. What he wanted was not the broken sword, he just wanted the contents of the broken sword. Besides, he had no intention of taking away the half of the broken sword.
Even though the half-cut sword was right in front of him, Mo Wuji remained unhurried and even slowed down a bit. This was a habit he had developed through years of research. The more he wanted to succeed, the more cautious he had to be.
Just when Mo Wuji was less than one meter away from the broken sword, suddenly a powerful force swept over him. The powerful force directly rolled up Mo Wuji, and then brought him back heavily. It was like a strong wind blowing.
, and threw Mo Wuji heavily onto the cliff. Even though Mo Wuji had four levels of blood extension, a mouthful of blood came out from the impact, and one of his ribs was immediately broken.
Mo Wuji quickly pulled out the sharp knife and inserted it into the gap in the cliff. Fortunately, the power came and went quickly. He only taught Mo Wuji a lesson and then disappeared without a trace.
Mo Wuji took out a pill from his pocket and swallowed it, feeling cold in his heart. There was no wind just now, but he was swept up.
Thinking of the legend about the suction power of Hanging Sword Cliff, Mo Wuji did not dare to be careless. He waited for nearly a minute, and after making sure that the strong wind had not come, he slowly went down again.
Two minutes later, Mo Wuji appeared at the level of the broken sword. There was still a dark cliff under his feet, and Mo Wuji could even feel the cold air coming from below. There seemed to be all kinds of weird things.
The call came from under his feet, making his skin crawl all over.
Mo Wuji knew that this was not necessarily his hallucination. As a fourth-level cultivator, although he was vulnerable to those immortal masters, among mortals, he was considered a strong one.
This hanging sword cliff was very strange. Mo Wuji carefully lay down on the cliff and did not immediately reach out to grab the broken sword. Instead, he took out a sharp knife and started digging on the cliff. He wanted to dig a place to hide first.
.If the sudden force comes again, even if he doesn't fall to his death, he will be beaten to death on the cliff by that force.
What's more, the legendary suction power hasn't appeared yet. Once it appears, who knows whether his rope can protect him? This broken sword is placed here. What if he moves the broken sword and causes a chain reaction?
?There is nothing wrong with being careful. It is still very early before dawn, so it is always right to take more precautions.
The sharp knife flew up and down, and Mo Wuji's fourth level of power quickly dug out a place on the cliff for him to curl up.
To do this kind of thing, the most important thing that Mo Wuji lacks is patience. The teacher who taught him pharmacology on Earth told him that if a person has enough endurance and patience, then he will succeed half the time and the rest.
Half of it depends on strength. If a person is impatient and eager for success, he will fail 90% before doing anything, and the remaining 10% depends on luck.
This sentence has always been remembered by Mo Wuji, and it was because of this sentence that he achieved a lot of success.
After Mo Wuji dug a place to curl up, he carefully reached out and grabbed the broken sword in his hand.
Everything was calm, there was no strong suction that pulled him under the cliff, and there was no violent force that suddenly swept him away.
Mo Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, still holding the stone wall of the cave he dug out with one hand, and turning over the broken sword with the other.
There were two faint words engraved on the hilt of the broken sword, Luoqu. Yin Qianyin did not lie, this was indeed Mo Luoqu's sword. The careful Mo Wuji soon discovered that the two words Luoqu were engraved later.
Yes, the original writing seems to have been covered up. It seems that this sword was not refined by Mo Luoqu. It should be that after Mo Luoqu got it, he liked the sword and engraved his name on it.
The broken edge of the broken sword was covered with moss, but it looked very smooth. Mo Wuji carefully picked it with the sharp knife in his hand. As soon as he picked the moss away, a violent force swept over it.
Even though the cave Mo Wuji dug was very small, the force knocked him against the cave wall and almost broke his arm.
After this wave of power, an even more powerful force swept in. This time, the power came from underground. A powerful suction force directly caught Mo Wuji and pulled Mo Wuji down.
Mo Wuji's scalp exploded, and he held on to the cave wall even harder. Fortunately, the strong suction force only pulled Mo Wuji down vertically. Otherwise, no matter how hard Mo Wuji used to hold on to the cave wall,
The wall will be rolled down directly.
"Crack..." The sound of Mo Wuji's left leg bone breaking came, and Mo Wuji clenched his teeth to hold on to his body.
He was secretly glad in his heart. If he hadn't carefully dug such a hiding place, with this terrifying suction, the rope he fixed would probably have been pulled up and the iron stakes would have been pulled up and swept into the depths of the Hanging Sword Cliff. Even if it was
If he hadn't been pulled up, his body would have been torn apart by this force.
After half an hour, the strong suction gradually disappeared, and Mo Wuji swallowed another pill. He quickly picked up the moss on the broken sword with the tip of the knife.
The moss on the broken sword was picked up, and it seemed to be a flat area. Mo Wuji carefully used the tip of the knife to pick at the flat area of the broken sword a few times, and sure enough, a small crack was opened by Mo Wuji. Mo Wuji
Ji did not make the gap bigger, but took out a hook and put it in. In just one time, he used the hook to pull out a roll of thin silk that was exactly the same as his own.
Holding back the surprise in his heart, Mo Wuji put the thin silk into his pocket, and then restored the place he picked out. When the broken area no longer looked strange, he carefully restored the moss.
Maybe what he did was useless, but Mo Wuji didn't care. Everything he did must be done with caution and meticulousness. Sometimes a little carelessness, or something he thought was impossible, might happen.
This broken sword has been hanging here for who knows how many years. Maybe no one will pay attention to it for so many more years. Mo Wuji didn't think so. Since he could discover the secret of the broken sword, he couldn't rule out that someone else would also discover it.
After doing everything properly, Mo Wuji gently let go of the broken sword. The moment he let go of the broken sword, the violent power from before appeared again. Mo Wuji was still curled up in the cave he dug, waiting.
As this powerful force disappears.
It took another half an hour before the huge suction slowly disappeared. Mo Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, and after waiting for a few more minutes, he tightened the rope and prepared to leave.
It's a pity that the cave he dug cannot be filled back. Otherwise, he will definitely fill the cave before leaving.
With Mo Wuji's strength at the fourth level of Tumai, without the influence of external force, he pulled the rope and landed on the cliff again in just a few minutes. After retracting the rope again, Mo Wuji carefully inserted the sharp knife back into the boot.
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He had stolen this sharp knife from Hu Fei, and it had saved his life many times. Now that he was on the fourth level of Tuo Mei, Mo Wuji had already seen how extraordinary this sharp knife was. Although it was not a treasure, it was not
Something that an ordinary mortal's iron shop can create.
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