Wanyao Youyun

Chapter 155 Divine Sword

The hilt of this sword is pure white, with ancient and mysterious patterns carved on it. These patterns seem to contain some kind of power, making the whole sword look more mysterious and majestic. From the appearance, this sword is not much different from an ordinary long sword, but if you look closely, you can find that the sword body is surrounded by a layer of hard ice, making it impossible to see the true appearance of the sword body.

Feng Huan slowly approached the sword, his eyes fixed on the hilt. He stretched out his right hand, gently grasped the hilt, and prepared to pull it out. However, just as his hand touched the hilt, a strong chill instantly came from the hilt, rushing towards his arm like a torrent. In the blink of an eye, his right hand was covered by a thick layer of ice, and he completely lost consciousness.

"Ah!"

Feng Huan shouted softly, and the internal skills in his body started to work quickly. His true energy surged up his right arm like a surging tide, and fiercely fought against the cold air. At the same time, his true energy also flowed along his right arm into the long sword, trying to dissolve the coldness.

For ordinary weapons, people can use them without special refining. But for some precious treasure-level tools, refining is an indispensable step. Moreover, not all treasures can be refined by anyone at will. The higher the level of the treasure, the higher the requirements for the owner. Only those who have specific conditions or strength can truly master the power of these treasures.

Therefore, Feng Huan should have thought about trying to refine it first. If he couldn't refine it, he should think of a way to pull it out. At least he could break the eye of the formation and successfully leave the Misty Swamp.

Feng Huan's true energy slowly poured into the sword, but he could feel a strong resistance that was blocking the flow of true energy. Feng Huan had no experience in refining treasures, and he didn't know what the refining process was, so he just kept outputting true energy, forcibly refining it, and removing the frozen state of his right arm.

An hour later, his right arm had recovered, but there was no progress in refining the magic sword. Feng Huan also tried to pull it out to break the formation first, but no matter how hard he tried, the magic sword was stuck in the ice without moving.

"Try using the power of your blood!"

Just when Feng Huan was at a loss, the spiritual voice of the phantom silkworm sounded in his mind.

"The power of blood!"

With no other options, Feng Huan had to give it a try, although he had never heard that the power of blood could refine treasures.

He switched to the Water-Gives-All-Things Technique, his true essence was calmed, and his blood was boiling, but Feng Huan didn't know how to release the power of his blood to the magic sword. He only had two methods to use his blood, the Hexu Xingtong and Kongshan, and he hadn't mastered the use of his blood fully and freely.

But before Feng Huan could react, the magic sword suddenly changed its behavior and sucked his blood away.

"boom!"

Scattered scenes appeared in Feng Huan's mind. Sometimes he was facing a single-player battle, and sometimes he was on the battlefield, but this time it was presented from the perspective of a sword.

The images were messy and changed quickly, so Feng Huan could not see any specific scenes clearly. After a few breaths, all the images disappeared, and then another voice message came.

"This sword is named 'Autumn Water' and it was severely damaged in the war. It has accompanied me throughout my life and I cannot bear to see it destroyed with me, so I try to rebuild it. I hope that one day, its splendor will be restored. Those who are lucky enough to obtain it must cherish it and treat it like a family member." A cold and lonely female voice without any worldly air rang in Feng Huan's mind.

"It's different from other swords..."

The magic sword had been pulled out of the ice at some point. Feng Huan stood at the bottom of the lake with the sword in his right hand and his eyes slightly closed, feeling a sense of intimacy and joy as if he were connected by blood.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that under the pure white hilt, the sword was translucent, looming and exuding a hint of coldness.

With a thought, the blade of the ordinary long sword suddenly changed into the Deadly Dragon Sword that Feng Huan was familiar with. This was one of the abilities of the Qiushui Sword, which could change the shape of the sword at will according to the owner's wishes, as long as it did not deviate from the essence of the sword.

"Autumn Water Sword, you will be my exclusive weapon from now on!" Feng Huan stroked the sword with his left hand and said to himself, "Although its current attack power is not as good as that of a red copper-level sword, it can grow with my bloodline power in my blood. I hope you can accompany me to break out of the Demon Sealing Continent and fight all over the Longxing Continent."

……

When Feng Huan pulled out the Autumn Water Sword, the white fog in the Misty Swamp began to gradually dissipate, and the suppression of spiritual consciousness was slowly weakening. Those trapped inside suddenly saw a bright light in front of their eyes and were extremely excited.

"The seal there has weakened significantly. It seems that what is coming will eventually come. There is no way to avoid disaster. Let's speed up our preparations!"

"I can finally leave. I don't know how many years I have been sleeping here. I don't know where my people are or if they are still here!"

……

There was a circle of ripples in the center of the lake. Feng Huan jumped out of the water holding the Autumn Water Sword and went straight into the sky. The twelve sword styles were unfolded one by one. For a moment, the sword shadows were fluttering and the cold wind was blowing.

Excited by obtaining the magic sword, Feng Huan performed all his sword skills in one go, and he stepped on the void. The wind wings on his back also cooperated with his sword skills to move forward and backward freely.

"Roar!"

After a long roar towards the sky, Feng Huan finished his last sword and landed in front of the phantom silk worm.

"Thank you, senior!"

"You're welcome. Breaking the eye of the formation will also benefit me. We both get what we need!"

"Are you ready to leave next, Senior?"

"Yes, I have to go find my people. I have been here for too long. Before I leave, I have something to tell you. It can be regarded as a piece of advice for your fate!"

"Senior, please speak!"

"You are destined to have some unshirkable responsibilities. Improve your cultivation as soon as possible. You don't have much time left. Once this formation's core is broken, the others will be broken soon."

"What do you mean, Senior? Can you explain it more clearly?"

"That's all I have to say, little one, take care!"

After saying this, without waiting for Feng Huan to react, the huge body of the phantom silk worm cut through the sky and disappeared without a trace.

"Say one thing and leave one thing, it's neither up nor down. Well, never mind, there's no point in getting upset. Strength is king!" Feng Huan frowned and stopped hesitating.

“Now that the magic filariae in my body have been cleared, where should I go?”

"Let's go back to the imperial capital first. I'll change my appearance and convert my true essence into wind attribute. No one should be able to recognize me. Then I'll find a way to leave the Demon Sealing Continent. I just don't know if Chen Mingdong is still here."

"But before I leave, I still have to collect some spiritual medicine to take back. I don't know when I will come back next time."

After making up his mind, Feng Huan started his journey to look for medicine. He came here with a purpose, so he did not go out of his way to look for elixirs, but now he can find some in case he needs them in the future.

The fog in the Misty Swamp has completely dissipated, and the chaotic force field that he had walked through before no longer exists. There is no difference between this place and other places in the Wilderness of Zhuyao. When passing by the swamp where the Ink Lotus was located, Feng Huan was still thinking that now that his cultivation level has improved, he might see if he can pick one or two more to take back. However, he found that there was only a swamp left here, and nothing else.

Feeling extremely regretful, Feng Huan had no choice but to set out on his way back. After a few days, he finally walked out of the main area of ​​Zhuyao Wilderness and came to the place where he encountered the robbers that day.

He took out his whistle, called back his mount, the Miemeng Bird, and leaped onto the bird's back and flew away.

……

The capital of Shangming Empire is as prosperous and bustling as ever, with people coming and going and traffic jams. As the core city of the entire Fengmo Continent, it not only has the most prosperous economy, but also gathers countless powerful practitioners. Here, people can feel a vigorous vitality and endless potential.

Not far from the imperial palace in the city, there is a large house that has been abandoned for a long time. This house may have been glorious in the past, but now it has been forgotten by time and only a wasteland remains. In front of the gate of the house, a young cultivator stood quietly, staring at the desolate scene in the house with complicated eyes, and he did not move for a long time.

This young man is Feng Huan, who has been cleverly disguised. This time, he did not choose to use the Qianhuan Mask, because it was an item given to him by the organization, and there might be some means to reveal his identity, so he simply abandoned it in the wild. The face he showed at this moment was achieved by performing the bone-distortion technique in the Huajing. This spell can fine-tune the position of facial bones, thereby changing a person's appearance. Although there have been obvious changes compared to the original appearance, it still retains some unique temperament.

Bone Distortion was originally a healing technique in the Huajing, used to correct dislocated bones. However, Feng Huan used it to change his appearance in a unique way, which can be regarded as a bold innovation. As for how the creators of the Huajing would feel about his innovative move, it is unknown. Perhaps they would be amazed at his wonderful ideas, or dissatisfied with his presumptuous behavior.

At this moment, he stood quietly in front of the former Zhongding Palace, with deep nostalgia in his eyes. Although there were only ruins and a deserted area left here, the happy times he had spent here were still clearly imprinted in his mind.

It has been several days since he returned to the imperial capital. He comes here almost every day to take a look and silently reminisce about the past. But he doesn't stay here for long each time because he doesn't want to attract other people's attention. This time when he returns to the imperial capital, his most important task is to help Wushuang and Ziyun open the eighth orifice, and also to see if he can find a way to leave the Demon Sealing Continent. However, because he had discarded all items related to the organization, including the Star Ring, he was temporarily unable to contact Wushuang and Ziyun.

However, he was not in a hurry. He knew that some things required patience and waiting for the right time. Just today, he specially asked Yin Dong and Wen Xiaofeng to come out and meet him. When he was in the Yin family's ancestral land, he had planted meridian locks on the two of them. With the continuous improvement of his cultivation, he can now sense them within a fairly large range and send them simple messages.