Chapter 278: The little tadpoles are looking for their mother
"Fuck you, uncle, my nightshade is pure and pure, white as a jade, no matter who you are, you little tadpoles, get out of here!"
The sword-forging furnace instantly received Xi Tong's thoughts, made a buzzing sound, and bounced all the tadpoles away.
More and more tadpoles are falling from the sky. They are wandering around the sword-making furnace, patrolling, trying hard to get in, but none of them can.
Seeing the strange scene in front of him, Chonglou sighed: "It's actually the Tadpole Book of Heaven."
Zixuan nodded and subconsciously said something that even she seemed to understand, "Yes, it is the Wordless Heavenly Book alongside Hetu and Luoshu."
The Hetu and the Luo Shu were both miraculous objects born when the world first opened. Fuxi created the Bagua based on the Hetu and the Luo Shu. It was also based on the Hetu and the Luo Shu that Fuxi was able to deduce mathematics and steal the way of heaven.
The wordless heavenly book is the incarnation of the way of heaven. In other words, these tadpoles contain the principles of the way of heaven and are the imprint of the way of heaven.
From ancient times to the present, the Wordless Heavenly Book and the Tadpole Heavenly Book have only existed in legends, and Nuwa and Shennong only vaguely felt it, but never saw it.
Immediately, both of them looked at Xi Tong with envy and at the tadpoles swimming around the sword-making furnace.
However, Xi Tong still refused.
It's not a simple psychological mysophobia, but a vision and a pattern.
No matter how strange the Tadpole Heavenly Book is, it is just the mechanism of heaven in the Immortal Sword World. It is indeed unique in the Immortal Sword World. However, looking at all the heavens and worlds, the Immortal Sword World is just a drop in the ocean, so it doesn't matter.
Is the Tadpole Book very noble?
Is the Wordless Book amazing?
If nothing else, Rin is the embodiment of the will of the world, equivalent to the way of heaven. But to Xi Tong, Rin is just an artificial intelligence that sings and dances to relieve boredom. If he wants her to wear a swimsuit, he can wear a swimsuit, and if he wants her to wear pajamas, he can wear it.
pajamas……
The magic sword was originally an artifact with endless potential, and its greatest characteristic was its growth potential. But after bearing the mark of heaven in the world of fairy swords, its potential was completely finalized, and it was no different than killing a goose to obtain the egg.
"No! Definitely don't!"
Xi Tong raised his head and looked at the Gate of Wonders, "If you want to rely on it, you can choose it!"
After speaking, Xi Tong raised his hand, revealing the broken Eight-tatami Mirror.
The Yata Mirror has extraordinary effects, and there are little pink and cute little lolita spirits inside it. Xi Tong can sit around the little lolita all day long, and he is very emotional about it.
When Xuanyuan Sword attacked Xi Tong, the Eight-tatami Mirror acted as a heart-protecting mirror, blocking most of the damage.
Nowadays, the body of the Yata Mirror is broken and on the verge of collapse. The weapon spirit has been severely damaged, leaving only a glimmer of intelligence. Even if Xi Tong peels off the Xuanyuan Sword's sword spirit as a tonic, it will take a long time to cultivate.
And if there is the blessing of heaven, not only can the weapon spirit be repaired, but it can also be transformed and improved, and even gain new abilities.
Chonglou and Zixuan both had twitching faces.
This is the way of heaven!
The supreme way of heaven!
As a mortal, it doesn't matter if he doesn't bow down and worship, but he still bargains.
Moreover, even if you took out a magical weapon, it turned out to be a mirror, and it was still broken.
If God promises me, he will...
so I……
I didn't say anything.
The tadpoles surrounding the sword-making furnace seemed to have found their mother, and they gathered together and rushed towards the Yata Mirror.
With the blessing of heaven, the Yata Mirror's entire body bloomed with light, and the image of the girl reappeared in the broken mirror.
The original fiery red palace dress turned into solemn black, and many tadpole symbols full of mysterious meanings appeared.
These little tadpoles keep squirming, intertwining, and swinging, outlining one after another more mysterious words and symbols.
Girl, tadpole, this strange fusion not only does not have any dirty feeling, but is more noble, holy and mysterious...
The girl held up the hem of her skirt and saluted Xi Tong, her big eyes full of gratitude.
It's a pity that the mirror was broken, and the beautiful face was also broken into dozens of pieces. It looked indescribably weird and terrifying.
Soon, the Yata Mirror was filled to the limit.
At this time, only a small part of the tadpoles were consumed. Xi Tong pointed at the Eight-tatama Magatama, and the tadpoles immediately gathered over.
It was then that Xi Tong discovered that the image of Yata Qiong Magatama was exactly like a tadpole with a shortened tail.
Thinking that Yata Qiong Magatama was a ritual tool used to worship heaven before the pre-Qin Dynasty on earth, Xi Tong strengthened his guess.
This thing is clearly modeled after the Tadpole Book, and only in this way can it have the ability to communicate with the underworld.
Seeing this scene, Chonglou couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Xi Tong's treasure was originally able to withstand the cutting of Xuanyuan Sword. Now that there are so many tadpoles inside, can I still shake his treasure with my bare hands?
Is it time to get a handy weapon? But, where can I get a weapon that surpasses the magic sword?
Zixuan couldn't help but think that her mother was indeed very discerning and had chosen a powerful backer for herself, much stronger than the Miao village in Miao territory.
With this front edge, coupled with the sword spirit's control method, he will definitely be protected by his wings and escape Fu Xi's murder.
Long Yang: Can I go?
Just when the two of them were lost in thought, Yata Qiong Magatama had reached its limit, but there was still a little Tadpole left.
Xi Tong looked at Tiancong Yunjian.
With the magic sword, this guy is destined to be on the bench for thousands of years and a spare tire that can never become a full-time official. However, he played an important role in the consecration of the magic sword this time, so let’s reward him.
When the last tadpole sank into Tiancong Yunjian, a sigh came from somewhere.
It seems like it's far away in the horizon, yet so close.
"It's Fuxi!"
Chonglou's eyes were blazing, his fighting spirit was fierce, and the surging magic power exploded in his body, even leaking out of his body, eroding the surrounding space.
There were gray and black signs of obscenity all around him, as if they were cut out, and were incompatible with the surrounding environment.
Zixuan hugged the Heavenly Snake Staff in panic. Only then did she realize that the formation had long since disappeared and everyone returned to the sword-making workshop.
Hearing this sigh filled with infinite regret, Xi Tong was horrified.
With the blessing of Heaven, Fuxi is stealing Heaven's law...
Damn Fuxi!
Fortunately, the tadpoles were not allowed to enter the sword-making furnace, otherwise, the magic sword would have been in Fuxi's pocket.
Looking at the Yata Mirror, Yata Qiong Magatama and Tiancong Yunjian, although they have absorbed the tadpoles, they have also been endowed by the will of the earth's heaven. Even if Fuxi steals the heaven of the fairy sword world, it is impossible to control them.
"Brother Chonglou, stay calm! Fuxi hasn't come and can't come, otherwise he wouldn't have just used some weird tricks."
That regretful sigh revealed too many things, and Xi Tong finally determined that Fuxi could not go down to the lower realm, and even if he went down to the lower realm, he would not be able to fight against others.
Otherwise, he would just grab it directly, so why go around in circles like this.
Chonglou finally woke up and escaped from the rage bit by bit, and the rampant magic power in his body calmed down bit by bit.
At this time, a series of clanging sounds came from the sword-making furnace.
100 sounds!
121 sounds!
144 sounds...
The sounds were getting denser and denser, almost in a line and forming a bundle, exceeding the limit of Xi Tong's hearing. Even Rin could only vaguely judge the number to be between 300 and 400.
Buzz!
The sword-making furnace was opened, and the magic sword seemed to float out slowly but really quickly, and a power that was difficult to describe in words filled the air.