In the sea of consciousness, Wu Ming made some gestures, as if he was adapting to the power after the breakthrough.
The four realms of Lingtai, Shenzang, Shenren, Hexu, Semi-Saint, one realm and one heaven. Even an extremely talented person like Wu Ming has to go through a process of adapting.
Moreover, the power of the Three Realms God Refining represents the re-refining and integration of the essence and energy of a semi-saint strongman. It is also a sublimation of the control of one's own power, and it is also helpful for realizing the origin.
Of course, with Wu Ming's current state, he is not qualified to truly touch the origin, but to return to his true meaning of martial arts!
"Refining the gods in the three realms, the gods merged into one. Thanks to the carelessness of this old ghost, I was able to use his power to embark on the path of martial arts again, but I never thought that his natal weapon, fire, was as mysterious as Chang Shu said.
, it can also purify the impurities in one’s own soul and sublimate the soul!”
Wu Ming silently felt the changes in himself, and was quite surprised. He seemed very satisfied and immersed in it, forgetting how dangerous the outside world was.
"It's just that I should be grateful to this boy. If he hadn't been too confident and wanted to use my natal weapon to refine himself, I would not have had this opportunity to occupy such an excellent furnace and live a new life.
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Gradually, Wu Ming's face showed arrogance and pride. Although his voice was still Wu Ming's, his tone and expression were exactly the same as those of Master Ou Ye before him.
If you observe carefully, you will be shocked to find that Wu Ming's body shape is constantly changing at this time. The two faces are himself and Master Ou Ye, which is extremely weird and creepy!
"How can a mere semi-saint figure out the origin of illusion?"
Gradually, the transformed face solidified and transformed into Master Ouye's appearance. His evil intentions were arrogant and cold, "I have accepted everything about you! The rest of the matter should also be resolved!"
As he spoke, he casually looked forward, and the colorful glazed light suddenly appeared, and a three-foot sword suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. It was the Wanhuan Bone-Breaking Sword!
"Today, I hold the holy sword to open the sky and return to the world!"
Raising his sword, Master Ouye exuded confidence, indescribable high spirits and extraordinary magnanimity.
But with the Holy Sword in hand, he pushed it with all his strength, but no power was leaked out. The entire sea of consciousness was so dead and numb that it felt like a dead land!
"What's going on?"
Master Ouye's face darkened and he swung his sword again, but as before, the holy sword that was supposed to have supreme power and help him truly take root in the sea of consciousness and become the master of this place showed no power at all.
Gradually, a trace of uneasiness arose in his heart. As he swung his sword repeatedly, this uneasiness became more obvious and filled his whole body!
Finally, I discovered a clue. It was not that there was no strength to show, but my own strength. With every swing of the sword, every drop of it flowed into the holy sword.
"Impossible, this saint is the weapon spirit of the Myriad Fantasy Bone-Breaking Sword. Without my permission, even a powerful person in the holy realm cannot control this sword!"
Master Ouye did not believe in evil and used all the methods he knew to activate the holy sword.
It's a pity that except for the occasional abnormal vibration of the holy sword at the beginning, there was no other movement!
This holy sword, which had been linked to him through thick and thin, and which had been one with him for a long time, seemed to no longer belong to him in an indescribable way at some point!
Master Ouye's expression changed, he became extremely sad, and revealed an unspeakable livid look.
He is very smart. He has inherited the obsession of Master Ouye and the Demon Emperor, awakened the spirit of their memory, and has been fighting wits and courage with the strong men who have conquered him for many years. In fact, he is no worse than any old and cunning person.
When the connection between the Holy Sword and himself was severed and the power of the Holy Sword was swallowed up, he became enlightened.
"With good means and scheming, he is indeed a genius that even saints are afraid of. It seems that I thought you saw my only weakness when I met you!"
Master Ouye didn't say a word, and his figure dimmed by three points, as if his life was draining away at an unimaginable speed, and he felt unspeakably lonely, with a hint of nostalgia, or unwilling anger.
Buzz!
Before he finished speaking, the holy sword shook slightly, and the treasure light suddenly appeared, forming a golden figure, and it was Wu Ming.
What is different from Master Ouye is that for every illusory moment, Wu Ming solidifies, and his aura increases at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wearing a crown and a golden robe, there is a five-color golden wheel on the back of the head, a silver-gray snake in the left eye, and a golden dragon soul in the right eye, exactly the same as the one he transformed into before.
But if we really want to tell the difference, it is that Wu Ming at this time is even more powerful and aloof. He has great majesty in every move and gesture. Not only does he have the power of the Lord of the Sea of Consciousness, but he also has an unconcealable feeling. of edge.
"If the Wanhuan Bone-Breaking Sword falls into your hands, this sword will not be considered a dishonor!"
Master Ouye looked envious, but nodded in agreement.
"Senior, I'm so ashamed of myself for your ridiculous praise!"
Wu Ming didn't feel any complacency at all. He held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pierced Master Ouye's heart. However, the latter's hand was not holding the sword as before, but was holding the end of the sword body, close to the hilt.
At this time, what is clearly visible is that under the surface of Master Ouye's body, and even on the surface of the body, one can see streams of unusually mysterious light pouring into the sword body.
"You are really careful. When you get to this point, you won't relax at all. You are indeed better than me!"
Master Ouye's face showed a hint of bitterness, with a hint of unwillingness.
"Be careful with your ship!"
Wu Ming shook his head slightly and said calmly, "If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be alive today!"
From the beginning to the end, he never underestimated Master Ouye, even if the other party was a weapon spirit.
I would like to ask, would a heterogeneous life that can make a deal with the Holy Power, survive for countless years, and still maintain its own intelligence, be a simple character?
Therefore, when the other party came to the door and deliberately left many loopholes to create a maze, Wu Ming took advantage of the situation and deduced several ways to deal with it.
In the end, I chose the most dangerous, but also the simplest and safest way, which can even maximize the benefits!
That is, refining his holy sword!
Only by controlling its body can we truly take the initiative. Otherwise, the weapon spirit that can mobilize the origin of illusion will be invincible.
Therefore, Wu Ming did not hesitate to use his body as a bait to lure him into the sea of consciousness, and deliberately exposed his trump card of cultivating the three magical powers of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon, allowing him to devour and refine it.
If Wu Ming hadn't chosen to refine its true form first, maybe it would have been a different situation now. In the past, there were occasional masters who used the origin of illusion to evolve real-like illusions, and it would have become a reality.
This is the power of the source. It can decipher the false and preserve the true. It is like reality and illusion, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion!
Wu Ming secretly refined the body of the Wanhuan Bone-Breaking Sword, so that he could barely avoid being confused by the origin of the illusion, kept his own will and not lost in it, and took advantage of the situation to use its strength.
Just like before, when I merged with God and became one, I also saw it from beginning to end, and gained a deeper understanding of how to take the future.
"I'm very curious about how you are going to break the situation. You must know that there are more than one saintly power guarding the outside, and there is even more than one powerful holy-level demon clan!"
Master Ouye, who was gradually becoming illusive, nodded slightly, as if he was completely resigned to his fate, and said without hiding his curiosity, "You know, you are holding the Myriad Fantasy Bone-Breaking Sword now, and neither the human race nor the demon race will let you go.
You take the holy sword away!"
"Who said I was going to take the sword away?"
Wu Ming looked indifferent, as if he didn't care at all about a holy sword that could make any semi-saint crazy.
"You sacrificed this sword using the secret method of blood refining and fusion of gods passed down by my Ouye family. Who else can wield this sword besides you?"
Master Ouye said slightly surprised.
"Senior, since you have seen the method I used, you should be familiar with the treasure I used to restrain the origin of illusion when I was refining this sword!"
Wu Ming shook his head and looked at the sword with a half-smile.
"Holy Buddha relics!"
Master Ouye was startled, then smiled bitterly and said, "With such courage and scheming, I won't lose unjustly. This sword is a magic sword after all. After being re-sacrificially refined, it can no longer be called a magic sword!"
"Baoguang Glazed Sword!"
Wu Ming raised his chin slightly, with a hint of pride.
It's no wonder that he doesn't know how to cultivate weapons, but he can change the essence of a holy sword with his own hands without damaging its origin. Such a method is unparalleled!
Of course, if it weren't for various coincidences, it wouldn't be possible at all, and the dangers would be unreasonable to outsiders.
In particular, if Wu Ming had not used his body as a bait to lure Master Ouye into the sea of consciousness and left the holy sword that he relied on for survival, no matter how many plans there were, he would not have succeeded.
"Good sword, good means, but it's a pity... you can't kill me, I am a sword spirit after all!"
Master Ouye showed admiration on his face and nodded slightly. The next moment his expression suddenly changed, and the whole thing turned into a point of light, melting into the sword body like lightning.
Last fight!
An ant is still alive, let alone an old monster who has been planning for countless years to get where he is today. How can he easily accept his fate?
Everything is just to confuse Wu Ming!
"Oh!"
The corners of Wu Ming's mouth curled up slightly, and he shook his head with a smile, as if he had expected it. He did not rush around at all, but lightly reached out and grabbed it.
Buzz!
For a moment, a mini-furnace seemed to appear in the palm of his hand, as if it had crossed the space barrier and directly absorbed the light point into the furnace.
"No, it's impossible. This is my saint's heaven-refining divine flame. How could you do it?"
The light spot trembled endlessly, rushing left and right, but was unable to break through the furnace and avoid the obstacles, revealing the almost distorted face of Master Ouye.
"I would also like to thank you, senior. If you hadn't used your great supernatural powers to refine my Buddhist, Taoist and demonic weapons, my Five Treasures Furnace would not have been so powerful!"
Wu Ming smiled slightly and slowly closed his fingers together, "Now, this move should be called the melting furnace of heaven and earth!"
"No, let me go. I am the only weapon spirit in the ages. I have the supreme weapon refining inheritance and the secret skills of the demon clan. As long as you..."
Master Ouye roared and resisted with all his strength.
It's a pity that after the desperate effort, there is no more strength to resist. Under the refining of the furnace of heaven and earth, only the purest source of power is left.
"Oh, what's yours may not be yours!"
Wu Ming smiled mysteriously, and the silver-gray snakes on the left and right looked up to the sky and howled, making a hissing sound, and a light like a snake's letter rolled up, pulling the source of power into it.
"What a great show!"
Wu Ming's breath rose slightly, his eyes revealed a divine light, and he could see the outside scene. He danced lightly with the sword in his hand, cutting away the illusion!