The first thousand five hundred and seven chapters
In the main hall of the Vajra Temple, in front of the golden coffin, Wu Ming sat cross-legged, with the purple and green lotus shadow swaying like a candlelight, hiding his complexion in an ever-changing and mysterious manner.
"Why!"
Suddenly, Wu Ming slowly opened his eyes, and with a sigh, he brushed a dark blue sword in front of him with one hand.
The long sword was stained with rust, the cracks were repaired, and the whole body was full of decay. It seemed that it would turn into rust and disintegrate at any time, losing all its spirituality and never regaining its former sharpness.
Just looking at the surface, no one would have imagined how glorious this sword once was.
The Wandering Dragon Sword, the tide-watching sword worn by the ancestors of the Lu family, once stopped Ge Dinghai and shocked the two rivers. Wherever it passed, it was protected by all kinds of monsters and all evil spirits could not be invaded!
It has been passed down for many years, and in the hands of Lu Jiuyuan, the original sword intention was forged with supreme swordsmanship. It was refined with the blood of countless demons in the devil's calamity and became a unique swordsmanship holy weapon.
But now, the sword no longer has any intention, its edge is no longer sharp, and it is in a state of decay.
"The path of the predecessors is, after all, the path of the predecessors. The Lu family's path is too difficult to walk. Even if there are people who are willing to inherit the legacy of the ancestors, how many people can walk on it?"
Wu Ming sighed and stroked the rotten sword, "Let's end it here. The Lu family can only inherit the "Guanchaoyoulongjing", and let the illusory vision be as it happens!"
Zheng!
In the dark, it seems that someone is crying, and the heaven and earth are mourning, for the glorious end of this sword, and it seems to be trying to retain the former heroes, but in the end everything is in vain.
Click!
The long sword shook slightly, and each section was broken, no more, no less, just like before in Youxia Ridge, it was broken into eight sections, plus a hilt whose original color could not be seen, and the sleeves were frayed.
It's a pity that while the origin of the holy sword is still there, it can still be recast with the help of the immortal sword intention. Now Lu Jiuyuan has turned into light and gone, and the last sword has been annihilated under the powerful enemy's sword. Wu Ming has been able to withstand the disaster. Now there is no more
Hope recast!
"Come in!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"My lord!"
I don't know when, Chang Shu came to the front of the palace to wait. After hearing the words, he bowed and entered, just like before.
"It's been a lot of hard work over the years!"
Wu Mingdao.
"What did the Lord say? If not for the Lord's rescue back then, the old man would have been a withered bone in the grave, and the grass would have grown tall on the grave. How could he still have the art industry he has today?"
Changshu's face is righteous.
"Now I use the mountains and seas to absorb the land and water of China, and integrate it into my own body. Sooner or later, this place will become a part of China. If you want to leave..."
Wu Mingdao.
"My lord!"
Chang Shu respectfully bowed down and said in a respectful voice, "Thanks to the Lord's rescue, the family is reunited. The little old man has nothing to worry about now. I just want to do my best for the Lord!"
"My plan cannot be explained in detail to you, but you must understand that if there is a slight mistake, it will be irreversible, the Tao will be extinguished, and even be infamy for thousands of years. This is the weight of cause and effect..."
Wu Ming's eyelids drooped slightly, and his expression was dark and unreadable.
"The little old man has given up his surname a long time ago. Whether the cause or effect is not up to him, it only depends on himself. He only wants to follow the Lord and experience the scenery ahead!"
Changshu’s face is sincere, and he even bows his head piously.
"good!"
Wu Mingyuan pondered for a while, pointed at the broken sword and said, "This sword is the Wandering Dragon Sword. It was left by the ancestors of the Lu family who watched the tide. It is also the sword worn by Mr. Linyuan. I have been deeply favored by Mr. Linyuan. I should uphold his will and fulfill my long-cherished wish."
, it’s a pity that time waits for no one, God’s will plays a trick on people.
Now, the descendants of the Lu family are withering away, and the legacy of the Lu family's ancestors cannot be sustained. I want to end it here and recast this broken sword."
"Please, Lord, forgive me for talking too much!"
Chang Shu's face straightened up, and there were flames surging in his turbid eyes. He swept across the remaining sword and said solemnly, "The origin of this sword has been dispersed, and the immortal sword intention has collapsed, completely draining the power of this sword. Don't say this."
The material of the sword itself is not outstanding, even if it is a sacred weapon, it cannot withstand this level of damage under such circumstances."
The implication is that this sword has been completely scrapped, and there is no hope of recasting it!
In fact, the essence of the Wandering Dragon Sword is indeed as Chang Shu said. It is not an extraordinary material at all, but an ordinary fine iron sword that Lu Guanchao used before he abandoned his pen and joined the army.
He had great ambitions, maintained integrity and strict self-discipline throughout his life, and with his supreme will and charisma, he subtly changed the nature of Youlongjian.
In fact, the symbolic meaning of this sword is more than its own sharpness. Unfortunately, Mr. Guanchao's ambition to calm the maritime waters for the human race is not recognized by most people.
Even though Lu Jiuyuan was canonized, he fell into the devil's cave before he could realize his ambition.
It’s sad and lamentable, admirable and painful!
"From now on, there will be no Wandering Dragon Sword in the world!"
Wu Ming gently stroked the sword body and waved it casually. Eight more whirlpools appeared in front of him. The eight-jointed broken sword fell into it, with golden flames burning. Only the hilt was left outside. It fell in front of Chang Shu and said, "I want to recast it."
Although the divine soldiers bear the legacy of their ancestors, they will not follow the same path as their predecessors.
Now that the Eight Tribes of Heaven and Dragon have been founded, and the luck is gathering, I use the luck of the Vajra Temple to connect the earth's veins, burn the fire of karma, and take out the remaining true meaning of swordsmanship from this sword, so that it can be used to gather the origin when recasting it in the future."
"hiss!"
Chang Shu's pupils shrank and he took a breath.
As a rare weapon-refining master in China, with a family background as Changshu, a stormy sea seemed to rise in his mind, like thunder passing by, and he looked at Wu Ming blankly.
Big deal!
Even though Wu Ming, as the master of a realm, suppressed the Golden Scale Demon Saint and cut off Li Twelve Niang's swordsmanship before, it did not bring such a big shock to him.
As a master of weapon refining, his own specialty was not in this area. Even though he was surprised by Wu Ming's power, he still focused on refining the weapon. Only in this way could he understand more clearly how amazing Wu Ming's skills were.
To be precise, it is not an exaggeration to reverse yin and yang and create something out of nothing!
Using the power of Buddhist Karma Fire to reverse the origin of the Holy Sword's collapse and the Holy Sword Intent, even if it can only be condensed in the slightest, it is a shocking move!
Even according to his own erudite family inheritance, there is no record of anyone having such skill, not even a saint.
Of course, this does not mean that it cannot be done, but it is too expensive.
Nowadays, most of the relic power left in the Vajra Temple has been consumed. If we use it as fuel to turn into karma fire, will this consume all the foundation inherited by the Vajra Temple through the ages?
"Chang Lao, do you think this method is feasible?"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"OK!"
Chang Shu quickly came back to his senses, the light in his mind turned rapidly, and he nodded directly and said, "Theoretically, it is possible, but even just a trace of the original sword intention of the holy way condensed by this method cannot be carried by ordinary things.
The fire of karma stains cause and effect, and the sword's intention cuts off luck. If you want to recast it, you must create the holy weapon in one fell swoop, otherwise... you will definitely fail in your efforts."
As expected of a master of craftsmanship with a family background, he explained the key points of its feasibility and shortcomings in one sentence.
"You don't have to worry about refining materials. Just look after the earth's veins for me. If there is anything that cannot be resolved, you can ask Sansheng Nirvana for instructions!"
Wu Ming turned his hand, and the hilt of the sword flew up, falling under the shadow of the purple and green lotus, with specks of rust drifting away.
Although it was very slow, anyone could see that the hilt of the sword would never last long.
"Don't worry, Lord!"
Chang Shu kowtowed again, stood up slowly, bowed slightly to the young man standing in the shadow and bowed his hands, saying, "Thank you, Lord Sanshengni, for taking care of me!"
Others don't know it, but the original form of the Three Saints' Nirvana, Daodou, once grew up in the Mountain and Sea Realm Pearl, and was taken care of by the Dragon Saint Legacy Clan. Chang Shu's fiery eyes and golden eyes can naturally see something.
However, he would never reveal such secrets to others so that people would be aware of Wu Ming's backhand.
"Mr. Chang, you're welcome!"
The Three Saints bowed their heads and responded with a calm smile.
"Old slave, please resign!"
Chang Shu nodded again, bowed and exited the hall.
Although his strength is not very strong, and he may even be a little slow in refining weapons all the time, he is a mature man and will never rely on his seniority to explore any secrets.
"Are you leaving?"
Sansheng Nirvana said calmly.
Although he is an incarnation outside the body, he is Wu Ming, but Wu Ming is not him, but a little bit of perception in his soul allows him to vaguely judge some of Wu Ming's thoughts.
"After I leave, the teleportation array will be opened one after another, and then this place will be handed over to you!"
Wu Ming stood up and caressed the coffin. His eyes fell on the purple-green lotus shadow. His heart was full of reluctance, but his face was as cold as iron, covering up all his emotions.
"Without the power of chaos to cover you, to protect you with your own strength, and to be tabooed by the will of the heaven and earth in China, if you appear in China now, although you cannot be said to be a candle in the dark night, you will be like a living target. Those powerful saints
, I will never let you go!"
Sansheng Nirvana walked closer without touching the coffin. He was half a step away from Wu Ming and said in a deep voice, "It's enough for me and Long Kui to step forward!"
"Some things have to be done by yourself after all!"
Wu Ming shook his head slightly and said firmly, "Furthermore, although my own Qi is exposed between heaven and earth and has re-entered the eyes of those saints and powerful men, I have also cultivated an immortal golden body. Even if I am only a third-turn body now, I have
The divine light of Bodhi can also cover up part of the body's energy.
Unless those saints have lost their minds, keep an eye on me, and take action personally, no one can keep me!"
In the ninth level of the Immortal Golden Body, Wu Ming used the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu to make up for the shortcomings of his martial body. In one fell swoop, Wu Ming broke through the ninth level of Ming Wang Fudo Zun and entered the third level.
With the characteristics of this Buddha's body, it is difficult for ordinary second-level body-refining semi-saints to compete with it, and there are also magical powers that come with the Buddha's body such as the Bodhi Divine Light.
It has anti-evil, demon-suppressing, heart-guarding, recovery, and other heaven-defying properties. Even if it has not been fully utilized, as long as it is exerted by 10% or 20%, it will be enough for Wu Ming to benefit from it endlessly.
Of course, it is still not true immortality. Only when the golden body turns nine times and is rounded and as desired, then it is truly immortal. It is a terrifying existence that cannot be eradicated even by the holy way.
And as he said, in today's troubled times of demonic calamity, the saints and powerful men must be staring at those powerful men in the Demon Cave and Demon Star Tianyuan. How can they keep staring at Wu Ming?
Therefore, although the situation is dangerous, it is not lifeless!
"Although you grew up here, you are not as well suited to this place as Long Kui, so be careful!"
Wu Ming walked slowly outside the palace, stopped for a moment in front of the gate, and said without looking back, "Take care of her!"
"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"
The Three Saints bowed their heads, preached the Taoist slogan, took out a very bright mirror, and sealed the door of the palace.
Boom!
Thousands of feet of dark green vines like dragons and pythons rose from the ground into the sky, circled around the hall, and finally turned into rock, blending into the whole.
On the periphery, eight halls released various colors of brilliance, turning into layers of light curtains and covering the sky!